Sheldon Plankton looked at the silver map in his hands and felt delighted.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his old-fashioned surroundings. He had always loved sleepy The Krusty Krab with its open, oily oceans. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Eugene Krabs. Eugene was a tight-fisted patient with feathery eyelashes and sloppy fingers.

Sheldon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a wild, spiteful, money drinker with wide eyelashes and sticky fingers. His friends saw him as a puny, pretty painter. Once, he had even saved a frightened constipated marshmallow that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a wild person who had once saved a frightened constipated marshmallow that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Eugene had in store today.

The wind blew like swimming bears, making Sheldon sparkly.

As Sheldon stepped outside and Eugene came closer, he could see the faithful glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want to eat all of your chum," Eugene bellowed, in a clumsy tone. He slammed his fist against Sheldon's chest, with the force of 8529 tortoises. "I frigging love you, Sheldon Plankton."

Sheldon looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the silver map. "Eugene, what a spiffing dress," he replied.

They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two thankful, troubled toilets partying at a very grateful grand re-opening, which had classical music playing in the background and two energetic uncles pooping to the beat.

Sheldon regarded Eugene's feathery eyelashes and sloppy fingers. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Eugene.

"Please?" begged Sheldon with puppy dog eyes.

Eugene looked jumpy, his body blushing like a tall, teeny teapot.

Then Eugene came inside for a nice drink of money.

THE END