Author's Note: Hi! This is my 5th fan fiction story. I'm going to give credit to the people who reviewed for chapter 7 of my last story, Return Address: None.

Estelle Rabon: I'm sorry…it's just that nobody was guessing Flats, and I had the story line already. As for the Dennis fan fic…I don't have any ideas. I'll try, but I don't know if I'll be able to think of anything.

AMX: The point of the story was that you didn't expect it. Almost everyone who reviewed thought it was Dennis, so it wouldn't be much of a surprise then would it? I'm glad you loved it. Thanks for reviewing!

Living Big

Chapter 1

It was another day at the Krusty Krab. Everyone was eating their scrumptious Krabby Patties.

"Welcome to the Krusty Krab. My name is Squidward. Now what do you want?" Squidward was eagerly waiting for his lunch break. He hated this smelly grease pit.

"I'll have…" said the fish that was ordering. "No…I'll have…"

Spongebob could hear the customer from the small window in the kitchen, and right away he remembered 'poop' (see episode 'Krusty Krab training video') "Psst! Spongebob whispered to the fish. "Try a Krabby Patty."

"Okay," replied the fish. "I'll try a Krabby Patty." Squidward turned around to face the Kitchen window and place the order, but Spongebob already had one ready to go. Squidward took the ball of grease and handed it to the customer. 'Thanks," said the customer.

Squidward looked down on this place with absolute disgust. Yes, he admitted to himself that he one loved Krabby Patties, (see episode, 'Just One Bite') but those days were behind him. He got special medical treatment that would rearrange his taste buds so he no longer liked Krabby Patties.

Squidward looked at the clock. One minute until his lunch break. Squidward started counting down the seconds. "60, 59, 58, 57,"

"Hey, Squidward,"

Squidward twinged. What could that annoying cube possibly want now? Squidward just ignored him. Whatever he wanted, it was probably nothing important. "50, 49, 48, 47,"

"Hey, Squidward,"

"45, 44, 43,"

"Hey, Squidward,"

"41, 40,"

"Hey, Squidward,"

"38,"

"Hey Squidward,"

"What do you want!" yelled Squidward.

"I was just wondering," started Spongebob. "When I flip the patty, should I flip it clock-wise, or counter clock-wise?" Squidward gave an unimpressed frown.

"It doesn't matter! Do it the way you want to do it. Just make sure you leave me alone."

"Right away!" Spongebob replied. He gave a salute and then kept on working.

Squidward looked at the clock. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1. I'm going on my lunch break Mr. Krabs!" called Squidward. He grabbed his paper bag lunch and exited the restaurant. Squidward sat on a bench near the outskirts of down town Bikini Bottom. He emptied the contents of the paper bag. Spinach curry casserole. Squidward looked down the road to the Krusty Krab. He gave a sad sigh.

"I wish I could run a beautiful, money making, five star restaurant instead of working at that trash heap."

"Pssst! Hey, you on the bench."

Squidward turned around. A voice came from somewhere. He peered down a back alley to see a hooded figure looking at him. "Me?" asked Squidward.

"No, the pink flamingo sitting beside you," said the stranger in a sarcastic voice. "Of course you, idiot!" Squidward's curiosity over took him. He walked down the back alley to talk with the stranger. "I couldn't help over-hearing that you wanted to run a five star restaurant. Well, I think I might be able to help you."

Squidward's spirits soared. "You can get me a restaurant?" asked Squidward.

"I might…"

"How?"

"There is an old place I heard of that's for sale really cheap. It needs work, but I'm sure a fish of your standards won't have any trouble with that."

Squidward blushed on the inside. "So, where is it?"

"It's near the intersection of conch and coral. There is a for-sale sign planted right outside the restaurant, you can't miss it."

Squidward felt happier than the day he first bought Clary. However, his curiosity still was stirring. "Why are you doing this for me?" asked Squidward.

"Let's just say I'm doing it for an old friend. Now if you'll excuse me, I have places to go." The stranger disappeared into the shadows.

Squidward took some time to soak in the information. A restaurant. A real restaurant. Squidward remembered the sensation of owning a five star restaurant. (See episode 'Squillium Returns') It was a sensation that he could only feel again through his dreams. Was it true? Could he really feel that same wonderful feeling again? Squidward smiled. He walked back to the bench. Suddenly, his spinach curry casserole didn't look as disgusting.