Author's Note: Sorry it took so long! I had really bad writer's block. Thank you all so much for the reviews!
The air was mild, and a red fish wearing blue pants walked along the quiet road, and into the doors of none other, but the Krusty Krab.
Squidward sighed as the fish approached the ordering boat, "What do you want?" He asked a bored look on his face.
"I'll have…uh…" The fish began, looking up at the wooden board entitled "Galley Grub" above his head, "One Krabby Patty with a small soda, please." He finally replied.
Squidward gave the customer an "I don't want to be here" look, before turning around to the small ordering window behind him to repeat the order to SpongeBob.
"We need a Krabby Patty and a small soda, SpongeBob. Just make sure you don't spill it all over me like last time!" Squidward informed the joyful yellow sponge.
"Aye aye, Squidward!" SpongeBob boomed, and got to work on the order.
Mr. Krabs was in his office, sitting at his wooden desk which was starting to splinter. He wouldn't get a new one of course; tables these days were far too expensive. But Mr. Krabs had something on his mind. Five days had passed and Plankton hadn't made one appearance. This was very unusual for Plankton had been visiting the Krusty Krab every day this week, trying to get the secret formula, but miserably failing each time. Mr. Krabs couldn't help but chuckle at the bizarre attempts Plankton had made to get the formula. But he soon went back to thinking.
It was far to quiet, not a single pitter patter of microscopic feet all day. Everything was running smoothly – too smoothly.
Mr. Krabs was catching on to something. For indeed, Plankton had not been visiting the Krusty Krab in attempt to steal the Krabby Patty's secret formula, oh no. Plankton had been busy working on his latest invention, the brain altering machine for Mrs. Puff.
Plankton was standing on top of a small square box. He was holding onto a screwdriver, had both hands tightly around it, and was walking in a circle, tightening the last bolt. He threw the screwdriver, which was a very hard thing to do for someone of his size, onto the floor and it landed with an ear-splitting crash on the metal floor of his lab.
"It's complete!" Plankton bellowed, his voice travelling through the empty rooms of the building.
"It's going to be a complete disaster, Plankton." The metallic voice of Karen, Plankton's computer wife, reminded him.
"Oh, Karen. But this invention is…different you see. That little sponge won't know what hit him!" Plankton replied.
"That's exactly what you told me last time you made a brain-alter-thingy. It turned out a complete disaster! I spent weeks trying to materialise you!"
"But this one's different, it's more…developed. It won't happen again!" Plankton reassured Karen.
"Whatever you say." Karen had a sarcastic tone to her voice. "Just tell me the name of this device so I can record it in the Journal of Failed Inventions!"
"It's called the…the…Brain Alterator1.2!" Plankton said, not realising Karen's joke until finally, "Uh-Hey! This is going to be a success, and within a few days, I will be eating real meatloaf!"
Plankton started to drool as he thought about the meatloaf. "Meatloaf…" he said dreamily.
Author's Note: Well, that's chapter three! Okay, I was going to make it longer but I wanted to get this chapter up as soon as I could. Chapter four will be the one that's taken me so long to think of. XD