Author's Note: Okay, my first review was enough, and I had the chapter all written out.
Meanwhile, Plankton was staying up late. He is sitting at his tiny desk, which has been covered by a fair amount of paperwork, and a small computer. No doubt invented by the genius himself. Plankton is busy scribbling blueprints for a new invention which is sure to retrieve the secret formula from that crab when, suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Plankton raises his head and drops the microscopic pencil which he was holding.
"Who could be calling at this hour?" He asked himself as he walked out of his lab to the main restaurant and opened the door. He looked up at his guest with a look of curiosity on his face.
"Why, whatever are you doing here, Poppy?" He questioned
"Sheldon, I...I need your help." Mrs. Puff informed a look of pure horror on her face.
Plankton noticed that she was sweating as they sat down at one of the many empty tables in the room.
"What's the matter?" Plankton asked the worried fish. Usually he would have shouted any visitors who did not want to order something out the door; especially since he was in the middle of an invention. But this Mrs.Puff looked very concerned, and anyway, this could be a good chance to put his invention to the test.
"I...I don't know if you could help," Mrs. Puff began." But...well I'm sure you know him..."
Plankton was starting to get peeved. "Just get on with the details, lady!" He yelled angrily.
"SpongeBob SquarePants, he's practically broken every bone in my body and I was wondering if-" Mrs. Puff was cut off by Plankton. She seemed a little confused how such a tiny creature could do this, but she stopped none the less.
"SquarePants," Plankton began, "Oh yes, I know a lot about Mr. SquarePants." He said the name with particular disgust. "All my life I've been after that formula, and no matter how hard I try, I'm always defeated by that stupid yellow cube!" Plankton shouted, releasing all his anger.
Mrs. Puff, who was a little shocked at Plankton's sudden outrage, continued to talk. "Well, as much as I would like to take out my revenge on him, I must keep within the boundaries or I may be sued, so c-could you perhaps do me a favour?" Mrs.Puff asked Plankton. She wasn't sure how much to expect from a microscopic organism, but she was willing to give it her best shot. She couldn't stand SpongeBob for much longer.
"Not harm him eh?" Plankton asked thinking about this. "Well normally I would say no to any invention requests, but if it involves SquarePants, I'm in! What are you after?" Plankton asked his guest, a small grin forming on his face.
"W-well, preferably something to improve his driving. Make it better somehow." Mrs Puff informed.
"Yes, I have just the idea to sort that naive cube out once and for all!" Plankton was getting carried away; he had the perfect plan.
Mrs. Puff laughed nervously. "So how long will it take?" She asked, praying that it wouldn't take longer than a week to complete.
"Well I'm thinking towards making a brain alteration device, so it'll take about, five days if I work extra hard on it." He replied, an evil look in his eye.
"Perfect!" Mrs. Puff was overjoyed. "How will the device take affect?" This was a question which had been floating in her head since she left the house.
"Oh, don't worry, Mrs.Puff. I'll take good care of that." Plankton answered, rubbing his hands together and letting out an evil chuckle.
Mrs. Puff didn't seem to notice. "Thank you for your help, Sheldon." She said, and exited the restaurant.
"Perfect...PERFECT!" Plankton roared after Mrs. Puff had closed the door, before heading back to his desk to scrap the previous blueprints in his overflowing trash can, and scribbling furiously on a fresh piece of paper what would be his best invention ever. Well, apart from Karen.
Author's Note: What tricks does Plankton have up his microscopic sleeves for our spongey friend? Up to 4 reviews 'till you find out!