Welcome back, everyone! I hope I didn't keep you all waiting too long! Here's the next chapter. Enjoy! :)
SpongeBob was happily putting his trusty spatula and work hat into a briefcase. After tucking them in all snug, he gently closed the case. Squidward, on the other hand, was trying to take as long as possible.
"Boys, ready to go?" Mr. Krabs asked as he approached the cash register.
"Hmm... Mr. Krabs, I don't think I can go! I can't choose which magazine to read! Should I pick 'Fancy Living Digest,' or 'Ballet Gazette'?" Squidward whined in a fake "I really wanted to go" tone.
"Squidward, you don't need your 'precious' magazines while we're over there." He pulled out a megaphone and turned it on.
"NOW, MR. SQUIDWARD, LET'S MOVE OUT!" The squid covered his ears and slinked over to the exit. SpongeBob rushed out of the kitchen carrying his briefcase.
"I'm ready, Mr. Krabs!" They closed the restaurant and took a bus to the other side of town. Once they arrived, SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs gasped. Grandpa Redbeard's version of The Krusty Towers resembled the old one exactly; he even built a replica of The Krusty Krab on top.
"Well, let's go inside!" Mr. Krabs said excitedly. Grandpa Redbeard was waiting for them.
"Grandson!"
"Grandpa!" The two crustaceans hugged.
"It's great to see you, me bucko. And ye brought yer crew!" Grandpa Redbeard pointed to SpongeBob and Squidward. He pulled up his eyepatch for a moment to look at them better.
"What happened to the pink one?" He questioned. Mr. Krabs started to get nervous.
"Uhh... he'll be coming any minute now. SpongeBob, go and call him to see if he's on his way!"
"Aye-aye, Captain!" The sponge saluted and ran over to the hotel phone on the wall. He dialed Patrick's number and waited.
"Hello?" Patrick said.
"Patrick! It's SpongeBob. You need to come to The Krusty Towers on the other side of town! We get to be co-workers!"
"CO-WORKERS?! YAYYY-" He got cut off.
"Patrick?" SpongeBob called. For a second, there was no answer. Then, a voice came from behind him.
"I'M HERE, WORKING BUDDY!" SpongeBob jumped and hung up the phone. He turned around to see Patrick.
"Patrick! How did you get here so fast?"
"How did I get where so fast?" The starfish asked, confused. SpongeBob stared at his pal blankly.
"Never mind." He replied. Mr. Krabs was saying his final goodbyes to his grandpappy.
"Now remember Grandson, don't forget to make me a boatload of booty while I'm gone!"
"You got it, Granddad!" Once Grandpa Redbeard left, Mr. Krabs got down to business.
"Ok, men, we're not gonna mess things up like the last time." He pulled three uniforms out of nowhere and tossed one toward Squidward.
"Mr. Squidward, you're the desk clerk."
"Yippee." He muttered.
"SpongeBob and Patrick, you'll be bellhops." He gave them identical blue outfits.
"Hooray!" They shouted. The two of them ran to the nearest employee locker room to change. Just as Squidward was about to follow them, Mr. Krabs pulled him back.
"Remember, Mr. Squidward, no shenanigans like the last time, or I'll fill your life with misery and woe!" He stepped into the office and closed the door behind him. A second later, it opened again and his head popped back out.
"Even if you quit." He shut the door again behind him. Squidward sighed heavily.
"He already fills my life with misery and woe. He actually thinks that's a threat? Well, at least I can read my magazine..." He went benind the front desk and sat down to read.
"Ha! So far, so good! Who knows? Maybe everything will be okay after all!"
As some of you may have already guessed, it is not going to be "okay after all." If it was, this story wouldn't be very funny now, would it? ;) The next chapter will involve a certain guest checking in. So, don't forget to review, favorite, and follow the tale!