Mr. Krabs' Generosity Shows
Suddenly, Spongebob's watch started beeping.
"Oh no," He shouted in panic, "I'm going to be late for work!"
He quickly re-pocketed the picture. Running out of Patrick's house in a mad dash.
"Bye Sponge-buddy," Patrick shouted, waving good bye at Spongebob, "Thanks for your help!"
"Bye Patrick," Spongebob shouted back, almost breathless, "Your welcome."
He raced to the Krusty Krab his feet barely making contact with the ground. His heart was nearly pounding out of his chest. He prayed he won't pass out from exhaustion and instead the adrenaline of this morning would help carry him to work. He finally made it to the filmlar glass doors. He took the precious moments he had left to catch his breath. The ocean water was cool and sweet to his taste. A comfort in his exhausted state. He composed himself and walked through the doors.
"Good morning Mr. Krabs," He shouted cheerfully.
"Ahoy Spongebob," Mr. Krabs replied, he was at the register, ensuring a small float for the day's business, "Go Punch in, then finish the dishes ye missed yesterday."
"Aye, Aye Mr. Krabs," Spongebob said with a salute.
Mr. Krabs was always a bit old-fashioned, Spongebob liked him like that. The story's Eugen could tell of his old Navy days. He didn't tell them often because the coins and bills needed counted. He couldn't give a proper explanation for his insistence on running his restaurant like a ship, the price of Krabby Patties were too low. Spongebob had accepted this.
These thoughts were swirling around Spongebob's head when he punch in his card. A perfect on time percentage as usual. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed the brush. He grabbed a dirty plate and started to scrub. Humming a catchy little tune. Suddenly, Mr. Krabs burst into the room. Startled, Spongebob nearly dropped the plate.
"Something wrong Mr. Krabs," Spongebob asked innocently.
"Where ye humming a sea shanty lad," He asked in response.
"I'm not too sure," Spongebob said, "I just started humming."
"Ah," Mr. Krabs said, "I see, Can you whistle the tune?"
"I'll try," He said. He started to whistle, it was a familiar tune. When did he hear it? Better question; Where did he hear it?
"Carry on with the dishes," Mr. Krabs said, "And stop ye singing, whatever it is ye'd be singing."
"Yes sir," Spongebob said with salute. He resumed scrubbing the dishes. The tune to the song returned to his mind, It was stuck there like the engraving of a stone. He felt his throat tingle, He knows this song from somewhere. Lyrics, what where the lyrics?
"I'm a Goofy Goober, rock," He sang, "Your a Goofy Goober, rock. We're all Goofy Goobers, rock."
"Goofy, goofy, Goofy Goobers, rock," Mr. Krabs shouted back. Spongebob giggled.
"I thought I told you to stop that singing," said a deep voice, "Time is money Mr. Krabs."
Spongebob knew that voice all too well.
"I know, I know," Mr. Krabs said, "I'm trying to resist him, I really am."
"Try harder," the voice roared, "your giving yourself away. I know you hate to give, why aren't you more greedy with these things?"
"I'm not too sure," Mr. Krabs responded humbly, "but, it will be the last thing I give today."
"Let's hope so," the voice replied, "otherwise I'll start to expect a pricey tax."
Spongebob put down the clean plate and raced out of the kitchen. He busted out the door, barely thinking.
"Hello Spongebob," Squidward said, "are you here to bug me on my day off?"
"No," Spongebob said, surprised to see Squidward were the dark figure should be, "Just, checking to see if we're open yet."
"We're open," Mr. Krabs said, "we just don't have orders yet, go back to the dishes."
"Yes sir," Spongebob replied, returning to the kitchen.
Spongebob listened intently as he scrubbed the next dish in the pile. He had so many questions for this shadow fish that kept popping up.
"As I was saying," Squidward said, "just keep your mouth shut, the time is nearing for me to shine."
What did Squidward mean? Spongebob quickly took a look at the Polaroid Thinking hard on Mr. Krabs and everything the old crab's ever been through. Spongebob felt tears form in his eyes. He didn't feel sad, he just started to tear up. He put the Polaroid away and finished the dishes. Then, he started to feel sad, his heart was heavy and the tears started to get harder to wipe away. He didn't want to cry, Squidward hates it when Spongebob cries. The sadness grew and grew, Spongebob thought quickly and rushed to the cutting board and started chopping onions while he cried quietly. Suddenly, the water started to taste sweet and cooling again. It felt so strange to feeling such strong emotion, but knowing the origin. He struggled to calm himself down, but he did stop crying.
The rest of day was unusually slow. That night, as Mr. Krabs locked up, Spongebob deiced to unravel whatever web Mr. Krabs was in.
"Uh," Spongebob asked, feeling unsure of himself, "Mr. Krabs, where did you hear that song?"
"What song, lad," Mr. Krabs asked back.
"The one I was singing earlier," Spongebob said, then he asked, "Where did you hear it?"
"I, uh, heard it," Mr. Krabs started sweating profusely, he scratched his head with his claw, "at the Krusty Krab 2."
"A second Krusty Krab," Spongebob said, then he asked, "Who sang it?"
"I," Mr. Krabs started then he stopped, thought a bit, and said, "Don't remember."
Not Mr. Krabs too! Spongebob had to do something fast before a certain double-crossing, green-eyed menace finds out that Spongebob is remembering the past. He should probably watch out for Plankton too, who was watching from that over-sized telescope of his.