Anakin sat on top of a boulder, away from Conch Street and facing towards the boundless horizon of the ocean floor. Nothing of interest passed his view, only the occasional figure of a faraway robot chasing after things too ambiguous for his eyes to recognize. As they wandered across this vast nautical wasteland, so did his mind.

"Is this my destiny, to forever roam this strange landscape inhabitated by simple-minded creatures like the ones I'd met an hour ago? Out of all places, why would Count Dooku send us here? What will become of the galaxy? And what about..." He felt his chest sink even more. Padme, his love, would never grace his eyes nor arms ever again. "I should've never left her..."

His eyes returned to the barren horizon of his aquatic desertion. He remembered the similar vista of Tatooine, and the same emotions of helplessness and desolation he had felt while on the little desert planet had resurfaced again. It was his mother he had failed, and now it'd be his wife. "I should've done better!". He buried his head into his hands. His eyes grew warm as he felt his frustration melt into tears.

"What's wrong?" Came the familiar childlike tone of the square creature he had met before. SpongeBob, along with his star-shaped companion came clambering over one of the boulder's rocky outcroppings and towards him. SpongeBob came to settle at the right of Anakin, while Patrick plopped himself down to his left. The way they sat sandwiched him in the middle.

Anakin composed himself. "It's nothing". He looked out towards the horizon, refusing to make eye contact with the two creatures.

"Are you suuure?" SpongeBob vexed. "Cause I think I caught a frown!"

"Ya, also you were crying like a baby!" Patrick exclaimed, his voice inappropriately enthusiastic and loud. As was SpongeBob's, for that matter.

Anakin was beginning to understand what made Squidward hate these two so much.

"Maybe it isn't your business!" Anakin's voice became reinvigorated with fresh anger as he glared at the two of them. "Maybe it's something that's beyond your comprehension, and I'd just be wasting my time giving you the details of".

A look of hurt crossed the square creature's face. "Listen Anakin..."

"He remembers my name?" Anakin pondered. He had failed to do the same in return.

"I know it's been a rough day, but Pat and I have been having one too! It's not every day that you terrorize your entire town by wishing for robots." SpongeBob paused at the thought, still being perturbed by it. "We're just gonna have to take it one step at a time. Besides, we've been thinking of just the thing to cheer you up!"

Anakin's expression softened. "What could that possibly be?"

"THE KRUSTY KRAB!" Patrick and SpongeBob exclaimed in unison.

"What's a Krusty Krab."

SpongeBob got up on his feet. "Why only the finest eating establishment in the entire Bikini Bottom! Mr. Krabs would love it if we introduced a new customer to his restaurant. That, and my excellent fry cooking skills." He put his yellow hands on his waist, beaming with pride.

"SpongeBob makes the best krabby patties in town!" Patrick added.

Anakin was amused. "I never knew you were a cook." He inquired with a grin.

"Not just any cook" SpongeBob gloated. "Fry-cooking is on a whole different caliber!"

"Well, in that case I'd love to see your skills." Anakin began to steady himself on his two feet, brushing coral crumbs from his tunic.

"Let me promise you this Anakin, it'll be love at first bite". SpongeBob promised as he led the way down the steep rock.

"Ya Ana, Anak-. Huh-Huh, I'm just gonna call you mullet man!" Patrick rejoiced as he clambered behind them.

As they made their way around the boulder's large foundation, they encountered Obi Wan, his arms crossed with a look of benevolent satisfaction on his face. "It seems that they've taken good care of you!" He said to Anakin. He looked down at SpongeBob and Patrick. "Now let's visit this, 'krusty-krab' of yours".

Crossing a vast swathe of the endless sand prairie, the four of them soon returned to the paved road of Conch Street and began their journey into town.

"So this is your way of cheering me up, master?" Anakin half-joked, half-inquired to Obi Wan as they walked side by side.

"Don't blame me, it was your friends' idea!" Obi Wan jested. They looked ahead at the duo, who were skipping and giggling ecstatically. "Besides, at least we've got something to eat around here, according to them, that is."

While Obi Wan's face remained vibrant, on the inside he was anything but. Ever since he was a youngling he had heard horror stories of the forsaken Jedi, those who had embarked on routine missions only to be never heard from again. It was very rare that a lone straggler or rerouted cargo expedition would pick up on a distress signal, only to find out upon investigation that its broadcaster had deceased long ago.

"Just because it's a civilized galaxy, doesn't mean it's hard to get lost." Obi Wan shuddered as he thought to himself. They didn't exchange another word.

The quartet soon found themselves at the base of a hill. "Just over this way, and we'll be at the front gates of culinary heaven!" SpongeBob exclaimed. "However you better brace yourselves, seeing the finest eating establishment for the first time can be a little shocking."

"Just wait till you get to taste it!" giggled Patrick.

"I can't wait!" chimed Obi Wan, keeping pace with their elation.

Shocking it was indeed. As they climbed the hillcrest, there they found the Krusty Krab in all its glory, being ravaged and decimated by robots.