Later that night, Mr. Krabs searched the room high and low for any signs of intrusion. Now he was clad in a nightgown and cap. Using a candle, he had to look everywhere, even under his bed…nothing. It was a wonder his bed didn't catch fire.
He shook the thought out of his heads. "Ghosts. Where do people get these ideas?" He clambered into bed, blew out his candle, emitted one last "humbug", and then went to sleep.
"ZZZZzzz…money, money, money…" Krabs said in his sleep, but suddenly the clock in his room tolled once, waking him. "Wha? What the barnacle?" Krabs stuttered, still half-asleep, "Oh, clock…back to countin' me money…"
Krabs could only count up to about fifty cents, though, because a bright light suddenly flashed through his bed curtains.
"Oh, barnacles, I hate it when ghosts are right." Krabs said to himself, now wide-awake.
"YEEEE-HAW!" a female southern voice suddenly shouted as the light suddenly shaped into a squirrel wearing a helmet with a crown on top, a white dress over a diving suit, and had wings on her back.
"What in blazes are you?" Mr. Krabs demanded to know.
"Why I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past." She answered with a smile, then held out her wallet and opened it, showing a badge that read "Ghost of Christmas Past".
"What?" Mr. Krabs asked in disbelief until he laughed. "You don't look like any ghost I laid me eyes on. You look more like some kind of rodent."
Sandy glared. "Oh really?" She cracked her knuckles for emphasis.
"Well…it's just to say ya look outta place here." Krabs said, scratching the back of his carapace.
"You're one to talk. You're cheaper than a chick in a barn." Then she turned to the window. "Well, we don't have time for that. It's time to get goin'."
"Fine, go." Mr. Krabs said as he began to lie down to go back to sleep. "I've got money to count."
Krabs had just closed his eyes when a lasso of sorts wrapped around him and squeezed tightly, causing his eyes to bulge. One second later, Sandy had pulled him out pulled him out of bed. He looked to see the ghost had caught him with said lasso.
"I'm takin ya on a little tour of your past." Sandy answered. Then she jumped out the window and was about to pull Krabs out, who refused to go.
"Wait, WAIT!" Mr. Krabs said as he looked out the window in fear. "In case you don't know, us mortals ain't capable of flyin'."
"That's what I'm here for." Sandy said as she flew out the window with Mr. Krabs hanging from her rope as he screamed in fear from flying over the town.
Mr. Krabs continued shrieking as he was dragged through the air. He had never flown, but had personally never wanted to find out…and the fact that it was a bumpy ride didn't help anything. Whilst flying through the air, he flew headlong into a rooftop, smashing through it. Sandy also flew low to a river and Mr. Krabs was basically water-skiing…until he tripped over a rock and was being dragged across the water's surface on his back.
While all this was happening, a few guys (incidental fish) had watched the whole thing happen. "Hey! Look at that dork!" one called.
"Let's throw stuff at 'im!" another suggested.
On a unanimous agreement, the guys began throwing stuff at Mr. Krabs and hitting him, earning an "OW" from each hit. The things thrown included rocks, a few pieces of wood, and even a lawn gnome.
"OW! Where'd you get that?!" Mr. Krabs called over.
By this time, Sandy noticed Mr. Krabs' current condition. "Whoops! Sorry…" She apologized just before reeling in the rope.
Mr. Krabs, covered in bumps and bruises, shook it all out, and saw a flash of light on the horizon. "Morning already?" Krabs asked.
"Nope." Sandy corrected, "That there is the past…"
"Oh boy…" Krabs stated, "Always expected time travel to be a little less…flashy…"
The two landed in a small town that was covered in snow and Mr. Krabs looked around curiously. "This is the past?" he questioned. "It don't look any different from today."
"You just ain't lookin' hard enough." Sandy replied as she pointed over to a building with a sign that said, "Poseidon Elementary".
Sandy dragged him inside the building with her rope, but turned to him on entering. "Now remember, Krabs. When y'all are here, no one can see or hear you."
"Yeah, yeah," Mr. Krabs scoffed. "So we won't need to be worrying about the time stream and all such nonsense."
Sandy glared and pointed, "Check over there, smarty-pants."
Mr. Krabs turned and gasped to see what looked like a younger version of himself, sitting at a school desk. "Hey," Mr. Krabs said with a chuckle. "That's me! Back in me younger days."
It was true; Krabs was now standing face-to-face with himself in his childhood years. Whilst every other fish in the sea was off to celebrate Christmas with their loved ones, Krabs was simply sitting at a desk, reading a good book...a book about business and money.
"So, d'ya know his past?" Sandy asked, folding her arms.
"Aye, as a matter of fact, I do." Krabs said, nostalgically, "Me dad hated me since he blamed me for mother's accident…and here I am at this school with no place else to go and no one to be with but me favorite money book."
"Well, y'all know that wasn't always the case…" Sandy said, then waved her hand, "Maybe another Christmastime would clear things up…"
In a waver of time, Mr. Krabs saw himself grow up before his very eyes from a boy to a young adult. Suddenly, a mermaid in a long coat came in and shook the sleeping crustacean awake. (Mindy)
"Ebenezer!" she called, waking the young crab.
"Who? What? When? Where? How? Why?" young Krabs asked as he snorted awake. Then he recognized the face, "Oh, it's you, Fan. Why're ya here?"
"To bring you home. HOME!" Fan answered, gleefully.
The whole experience was enough to actually shock Mr. Krabs. "Why it's…me sister…"
"Hold it right there, Ebenezer. There's more where that came from." Sandy warned.
"No, Fan, I'm afraid I can't go home…not with me dad still…" younger Krabs stated, but Fan cut him off.
"But daddy's much nicer than he used to be. He spoke so softly to me last night that I wasn't afraid to ask him if you could come home." Fan argued, "And he said YES."
"H-h-home?" Krabs said, lost for words, "Well, what're we waitin' for, Fan? Let's GO!"
As the two got into a seahorse-drawn carriage, Sandy decided to ask Mr. Krabs one thing.
"Quite an angelic lil' girl wasn't she?" she asked.
Mr. Krabs brushed a tear away from his eyestalk and sniffed. "She died a young woman..."
"Ah, but even then she gave you something: your nephew, Fred." Sandy added, "He looks a lot like her, doesn't he?"
Mr. Krabs ALMOST answered 'yes', but caught himself. "Wait a minute...no he doesn't." Krabs said, suspiciously.
"Uh, well, it's time for another trip elsewhere." Sandy said, covering something up, "Time to fast-forward a little more."
A little more past and then things get interestin'. Stay tuned…