Welcome to chapter two. I hope this … might be a little more understandable… If you're still reading, I think you may want to seek the help of the nearest person. If not, well, I … you wouldn't see this, huh? Anyway! Again, I don't own Weiß Kreuz or Spongebob Squarepants. If I did, I'd do more than fanfiction. ^^- Um… Enjoy…

Ken's alarm clock blared. Yes! Another day of work at the Krusty Krawfish! He beamed and hopped out of bed, petting Farfie on the head, "Good morning, Farfie!"

Farfie blinked a couple of times, "Mrow." He licked KenKen's hand and set his head back down, his eye closing again. The night before had been… Err… Scary! So now the Little Farfiekins needed rest. Ken didn't need rest though, that psycho athlete is always ready…

At the Krusty Krawfish! (( Spoof on the Krusty Krab, ooooh… Shiny! ))

Aya scowled as he stared at the storage room, Crawford smiling brightly behind him, "You need to catalog everything in this room, Aya," he said, giving a 'do it or yer fired and woooorse!' look when Aya turned around to object.

Aya adjusted his worker's hat and grumbled, "Yes, Crawford." --; He sighed heavily and began writing the things along the shelves, and there were lots of things, down as the Armani-wearing man stepped out. "Meat, cheese wheel, blender… Pack of cigarettes."

Crawford rolled back inside. Wait a minute! Crawford doesn't roll! Eek! Aya turned and regarded the robot imposter skeptically, "Aya!" a mechanical voice sounded, "Err, ah, what was that secret formula again? I seem to have forgotten."

Aya blinked, then started giggling, "You're not Crawford!" the legal pad wavered in his hand from his laughter, "Is this some kind of joke?"

The robo-Brad waved his arms, "Fine! Take the day off then!"

Aya rolled his eyes and started out the door, closing the legal pad slowly, "Alright "Crawford", Ja ne!" and as he shouldered past KenKen who was about to add something to the storage room, he started laughing crazily.

Ken blinked at Aya, shrugged, then blinked at robo-Brad, "Oh, hi Br… Crawford." He smiled, "Jee, you're not looking so good. Are you feeling okay?" He put his hands gingerly on robo-Crawlie's tummy, made a little noise, "You're cold!"

Robo-Crawlie, who was really Schuldig, petted Ken with a metallic hand, "Those are just my metal pants. I got them to protect the secret formula. Say, Ken-kun, I need to ask you something…"

"Ken!" The doors to the storage room swung open and the real Crawford came in, and robo-Crawlie swiftly turned into a toaster for disguise.

Ken turned, "Yes?" he blinked, stared, turned, "Uh…" A toaster! Eek! He turned back to Crawford, "Mmhm Br… Crawford?"

Bradley shook his fist, looking angerful and angry with wrath, "Where's Aya?!" He looked around, snorting like a feral beast. (( Scary! ))

Hidaka blinked, held up one finger, "You gave him the day off."

Crawford's eyes went tiny and scary like they do when he's scary in the anime, "Day…. OFF?!?!?!" He shrieked, a few items falling from the shelves, "I don't know the meaning of those cursed, horrible, icky words!!!" ((Aw, Crawlie-chan said icky!))

Ken blinked, patted Brad's waist, "Hey, Brad, where're your metal pants?"

Crawford shooed Ken's hands away, "Don't go crazy on me now, lad." He shook his head, "Takehito knows we don't need another madman…" (( Kind of like 'God knows we don't need that… But Takehito knows. o.O))

Ken-kun blinked and kept his hands to himself, (( Sniffle… )) "You wanted to ask me something?"

Crawford stared, "Yes! Why aren't you working harder?!"

Ken gaped, shook his head, "I… Don't… Know…" This was horrid! He wasn't working hard enough!

Brad pointed, "Then quit slacking boy! Work!"

KenKen saluted and turned to look at the scary magic toaster as Brad left. The toaster was now… Gone! Eek! So confused! He jogged out enthusiastically to the kitchen and began flipping patties.

Robo-Brad, or Schuuey, rolled along to the door of Crawford's office, holding up a penny… Oooh… "This may look like an ordinary penny," he said in his mechanical villain voice, "And that's because it IS an ordinary penny!" He rolled the coin through the slot in Crawford's door.

Brad sat up straight in his chair, looking away from his journal where he was writing down his true feelings… and listened intensely, "What's that noise? Is it…?" he slammed the journal closed and locked it with his secret diary key and stood up, "It is! The sound of moneh!"

He caught sight of the rolling penny and dove after it, only to have it roll back out of his office. He began the chase! Or was it a hunt…? Hm… (( Now, you, the reader of this insane disgrace to the kitten-boys, may be thinking 'Why doesn't Schuuey just read Ken or Brad's mind for the formula? Well, Their minds, at least where the formula is kept, are so heavily guarded that even the magnificent Schuu cannot discover it on his own… ))

In the kitchen! Schuu rolled in with his disguise of robo-Brad and watched KenKen counting the seaweed seeds on the seaweed seed buns.

Ken suddenly turned, "Oh, hi Crawford." He smiled, set the bun down.

Schuu rolled a little closer, "Hey, Ken-kun… Just you and me… Here… Alone… Together…. Alone."

Ken blinked, "Err… Yea. I thought you said we weren't going to do that at work." Another blink.

Schuu snickered silently, "No, not that…" he whipped out a microphone, "Say… I seem to have forgotten the secret formula… Could you… Maybe refresh my memory?" All those pauses were surprisingly unnoticeable to the KenKen.

Ken-kun gasped, gripping his spatula in disbelief, "But we haven't done the secret formula secret handshake yet!"

Schuu-schuu rolled his eyes from the inside of his robo-Brad, holding out his hand, "Fine…"

A giggle emitted from the soccer players mouth and he pushed robo-Crawlie's hand back, "We don't shake hands, silly."

Schuldig glanced around, "Err…"

Goggle-boy maintained a serious stature as he spoke, "First we stand on one leg," Schuu and Ken both did this, though the robo-Brad was slightly … Noisy with the sounds of moving, metal, parts. "Then we spin around four times," they both executed this with the perfection of trained dancers, "Then…"

This went on for several hours, three and twenty three minutes, to be… precise. Schuldig was nearing the end of the handshake, balancing a bowling pin on his scalp and hopping on one leg while eating a plate of pasta. Ken was doing something slightly different, and as robo-Brad devoured, or rather hid in the great gurth of metal pants, the last plate of little scoop like noodles, Ken beamed, "Done!"

Schuuey spoke between gasps for breath, "Alright. Now will you tell me the secret formula?"

Goggle-boy set the dirtied plates away for Aya to clean later, his eyes half lidded, "No."

Schuldig gaped, his voice raised to an angry snarl, "What?! What do you mean, 'no'?! I just ate fourteen different plates of assorted pasta in one sitting and you're saying no?! I'll throw you in front of a boat!!!" He pursed his lips inside the machine of the likeness of Brad and considered the startled KenKen, "Um… I mean. Oh? Why not?"

Ken held his spatula up in the air as he spoke, "We are only allowed to discuss the secret formula or anything pertaining to the secret formula if it's raining on the third Wednesday at nine AM and Aya-kun hasn't glared or said something about Takatori or Shi-neing." He smiled happily, "It's your rule."

Schuldig felt his left eye developing a twitch, "Uh… I changed that rule! You can go ahead and tell me now."

Ken hesitated, his brow creased in concentration, "I can't do that Crawford."

A low and scary, pants-wetting growl reverberated from inside of robo-Brad, "Why not?" He was beginning to see exactly why Crawford was always so terribly tense when he returned to the Schwarz mansion… Only beginning.

Goggle-boy giggled again, "Because! The other rule about the secret formula. We are not allowed to utter word of it." He held out a small bottle with a rolled piece of paper inside, "We keep the formula in …" an air of divine presence surrounded them, "This bottle…"

Robo-Brad's arm began to extend, slowly… Slowly… The agony of the slowness was interrupted by the quiet roll of a penny. The small copper coin showed itself a moment later, rolling through the crack in the door and falling at their feet. KenKen looked questioningly at Schuuey, who snatched the bottle away victoriously, just before the real Braddie came bursting in through the door.

Ken gasped, Schuu hid the bottle, Crawford shrieked. "You! Schuldig! Trying to get me secret formula are ye?" He waved sporadically at Ken, "What're you doing, boy? Tackle him!"

Ken-kun found himself frozen, robo-Brad lifted the pressure on him by talking in a very Schuldig-esque voice, "No, don't listen to him! He's not the real Crawford… We did the handshake, remember?"

Goggle-boy was torn, his eyes going back from Crawford to robo-Brad and back to Crawford. The real Brad started forward, trying to convince Ken-kun of the truth, "KenKen, don't let this steam driven pile of bolts fool you!"

Schuldig gasped, offended, "Who are you calling steam driven?"

Crawford scowled evilly, "Who else? I don't see any other robots here!! At least if I were a robot," he smiled at Ken, "Which I'm not!" he glared back at Schuu, "I'd be well put together!"

The two argued back and forth about that and other things running along the same topic. Finally, little KenKen couldn't take it. He pulled out a vat of red wine and a hose, aiming it at the two Armani-brandishing men, "Alright! Nobody move! Next one to move gets a serious stubborn stain on their nice, new suit!"

Crawford inched closer, "Now Ken, let's not act so foolishly…"

Ken waved the hose towards Braddie, "What did I say?! Don't move!!" Crawford jumped into Schuu's arms, his eyes squeezing shut against tears of… Having his suit threatened? Or perhaps having his KenKen against him…? "Now… I'm going to ask you two some questions…" he eyed them with a business like glare, one that he learned from Crawford, actually, "Questions only the real Crawford would know the answers to…"

Robo-Brad sighed, a sense of doom washing over him, and Crawford beamed, jumping from Schuu's arms.

KenKen stroked the hose thoughtfully, "What time does the Krusty Krawfish open?"

Crawford went to answer, but Schuu was ahead of him, "Four AM!"

Goggle-boy nodded, "What are the most prized delicacies of the Krusty Krawfish?" He eyed them both.

Again, robo-Brad answered before Crawlie could even make a noise, "Crawlie-patties!"

Another nod, then he turned his back to the two Brads, embracing the nozzle of the hose, "This is a question only the real Crawford would know… If we're sitting in the back of a limo driven by the second son of Takatori Reiji and I took wardrobe advice from Yoji-kun, what sort of food do we eat?" (( Reference to 'Social Injustice' o.o; ))

Robo-Brad twitched, Crawford beamed, "I know this one! Let's see…" a thin bead of perspiration formed on his brow as he thought, "Driven by… Masafumi… Clothes from Yoji… Hmmm. Tomato Pie!"

Ken frowned, "Wrong! It's pizza!" Before Crawford could object and say that is just another term for pizza, Ken turned the hose of staining wine on Crawford, sending the man into a fit of twitching and screaming. ((Poor Crawford! His suit…))

Robo-Brad snickered and held the bottle containing the secret formula in the air with a feeling of victory. KenKen blinked down at the floor, just taking note of the penny laying there. He picked it up and smiled, "Look, Brad! You forgot your penny!" Schuu was too busy chortling to notice as Ken inserted the penny into the small penny slot in the metal pants.

Schuu blinked, ceasing his laughter as he heard the clink of the penny. He blinked down at the 'metal pants', "One cent self-destruct…? I told Nagi not to use any of Farfie's ideas!" he turned and began to roll out of the back room, then rolled out of the Krusty Krawfish, got halfway to his own 'quick serve industry' before exploding in a heap of metal. He twitched, sprawled on his back in the middle of the street.

The secret formula rolled back to Ken, and he quickly pocketed this, "If that was Schuldig… Then…" He gasped and ran to the Crawford who was trembling in horror and dabbing at his once pristine suit with a sea weed seed bun, "Brad! I'm sorry! I thought that you were Schuldig!"

Crawlie sniffled and pressed the wine-dampened side of the bun to Ken's cheek where it stuck, "It's okay… As long as the formula is safe…" Ken swooshed it out and handed it to Crawford, who beamed and patted KenKen on the head, "Good! Now, you just have to get these stains out…"

Ken pouted at the blotchy stains across the suit, "But… That'll take forever, Crawford." He tilted his head as Crawford began disrobing there, "I'm sure it'll come out if we wash it… Err… In the stove!"

Goggle-boy stared, puzzled, taking Crawford's tie as it was handed to him, "But Crawford, clothes don't wash in the stove. Farfie told me only children can be bathed in stoves… Besides, we're still open!"

Crawford dashed out then hurried back, "No, we can close early today, you've been working too hard. And my clothes can be washed wherever money is made" Ken held the blazer handed to him, thinking he might have an idea as to what Crawford was talking about.

"So…" he began, taking Brad's slacks as well, "If we wash your suit in the stove… Which only cleans children… It means that your suit is your… Hey! You never told me you got pregnant, Brad!"