The next day, on the news, the Realistic Talking Fish Head announced, "In a landmark decision, Eugene is being sued again. The riding stables he now operates alongside the Krusty Krab are at the center of this shocking story…"
Spongebob was in the kitchen of the KK at the time, looking out of the kitchen and at the T.V. in the dining area. The seahorses had been sold, but for only half of the hefty medical bill the three ladies had suffered. Now Mister Krabs was in "a dither". In other words, he was very, very upset. His eyes were glazed-looking and his shell was starting to crack from stress. He also cancelled Pearl's birthday party. And returned her presents to the dollar store in the mall. Pearl didn't mind about the gifts—her father always got her stupid, cheap ones—but she was disgusted about the party. Her father wasn't that bad off; he was just…stingy.
In an attempt to help Mr. Krabs, Sandy Cheeks was throwing a party and having it catered by the KK. Spongebob was making her order—fifteen barbeque-style Krabby Patties and a party-sized tub of garlic breadsticks. When the order was ready, Squidward drove it to the Treedome, along with a bill. Sandy paid it, and gave Squidward a tip.
Back at the KK, Spongebob was weeping and looking at a photo album of him working at the restaurant. Mr. Krabs came into the kitchen and glared at his employee.
"Spongebob!" he yelled, "What are you doing! Get to work, there's customers waiting, and I've been manning the cash register…didn't you hear me give orders?"
"No, sir." Spongebob sniffled, closing the album. "I wanted to remember the good days, before…before…you sell the Krusty Krab!"
"WHAT!" Mr. Krabs roared, "what the barnacle are you talking about?"
"Well, sir, it seems logical...we lost so much money and all the experts of the Wave Street Journal say that you won't earn enough…enough revenue to make up for the medical bills you are paying the ladies; plus, we've lost business ever since the…events."
"Well, we need an idea to BRING BACK MONEY and BRING BACK BUSINESS!" Mr. Krabs shouted.
Squidward had just come back from delivering the food to Sandy.
"How about a clarinet concert—starring me?" he asked pridefully. Both Mr. Krabs and Spongebob flinched.
"Er, no, Mr. Squidward…I wanted to do something, more, uh…"
"I know, I know, simple," Squidward finished. "I understand! Most of the Bikini bottom-feeders aren't very cultured!"
"I was gonna say 'bearable', but…that works too."
"He can't see talent when it's right in front of him," Squidward grumbled under his breath.
"Spongebob!" Mr. Krabs cried, ignoring Squidward. "Throw out any idea that pops into your head—now!"
"Huh…why not have jump-roping lessons!"
Mr. Krabs and Squidward both groaned at once. Spongebob blinked, realizing that his idea wasn't good. He sighed, and then he thought of the empty stable and all the Krusty Krab and seafaring memorabilia his boss had. He also remembered that a lot of ocean-dwellers liked museums. He looked at his boss with an excited gleam in his big, blue, round eyes and his little buck teeth got even more pronounced as he excitedly shouted:
"A MUESEUM!" and explained his idea.
Several customers cheered, "Mueseums! We want a museum! We don't have any; we have to go all the way to Oyster Rock City for them!"
"Spongebob! Good idea!" Mr. Krabs yelled.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys and girls! The next chapter has finally been installed. WHAT will happen now? Will the mueseum hold any trouble? Or just antiques?
