Author's Note: I'm sorry I left you guys hanging like that, but I LOVE cliff-hangers! Thanks to everyone who reviewed for chapter 9! Sorry that this chapter is short, but I just thought it was a good way to end the story.

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Chapter 10

"Now," said Squidward. "Let's see who you really are." He grabbed the hood with a tentacle and pulled it back.

Everyone gave a gasp of shock. Squidward revealed the face of a robot.

"Who…how?" Squidward muttered. This made no sense at all. Who built the robot? His question was soon answered, for there was a little screen on its face the suddenly blinked into life.

Plankton stared at Squidward, Mr. Krabs, and Spongebob through a screen.

"PLANKTON!" yelled Mr. Krabs. "So you were behind all of this!"

"Indeed, I was," answered the microscopic life form. "So you uncovered my little robot. That was very clever of you."

Squidward didn't like his tone. He sounded cheery instead of mad that his plan was foiled. This aroused a question in his head.

"What is your plan, Plankton?" asked Squidward.

Plankton laughed evilly to himself. "I showed you the restaurant so it would be successful. Too successful. The real goal was to get the Krusty Krab to close. Once that happened, getting the Krabby Patty secret formula would be a snap. After I had it in my possession, I would burn down the Shimmering Star. Then I would RULE THE WORLD!" Plankton said the last few words with a hint of insanity.

"You'll never get away with it Plankton!" Mr. Krabs yelled.

"Oh really?" asked Plankton, amused. "Who's at the Krusty Krab right now?"

Mr. Krabs and Spongebob looked at each other. They were in such a hurry to get to the restaurant, they forgot to lock up. And no one was standing guard over the formula.

"No one," they both replied.

"No one," agreed Plankton. "Except me and this, (Plankton held up a bottle with a piece of paper in it.) lovely formula." At this everyone gasped. Plankton had the formula! "I'll se you when I'm ruling the world! Mwahahahaha!"

Then the screen went blank.

"We've got to get that formula!" shouted Mr. Krabs.

"There's no need!" said a voice. Everyone turned around to see Patrick holding up a little bottle with a paper in it.

"ME FORMULA!" expressed Mr. Krabs with glee. He snatched it from Patrick and opened it. He then read it over to make sure it was real. "This is the real formula!" said Mr Krabs. He then put it in his pocket for safe keeping. "How did you get it, Patrick?"

"I saw you and Spongebob leaving the restaurant, so I thought I would keep it for safe keeping if Plankton tried to steal it."

"So that means Plankton doesn't have the formula!" said Spongebob.

"But wait a minute," said Squidward. If that's the formula, then what does Plankton have?"

Inside the Chum Bucket

Plankton sat at his desk. This was the moment he was waiting for. Finally after all these years, he would have the formula. He opened the bottle and took out the piece of paper inside. "And now, the moment you have all been waiting for…" said Plankton as if he was talking to a huge crowd. He rolled out the piece of paper and began to read. "Number one, open the Krusty Krab. Number two, count money. Number three; stop Plankton from steeling the formula…? What the heck is this?" Plankton stood back to observe the paper. Then it hit him. "This isn't a formula…it's a schedule! CURSES!" Karen rolled her eyes.

The End