"OW!" Patrick said, plugging his "ears". "Not so loud next time. And besides, we got another place to go to."

Mr. Krabs took Patrick's robe and both were instantly transported into another room that was made of rusty metal. "Now where are we?" Mr. Krabs asked the ghost. "This place looks like a dump."

Laughter was there to meet him and Krabs turned to see that the thing that had produced it was none other than his nephew, Fred Plankton, with a mobile computer screen that was Mr. Krabs niece-in-law and Plankton's wife, Karen. Also in the room were a bunch of other guests who were attending Plankton's Christmas party.

"And then he said Christmas was a humbug before he kicked me out." Plankton told Karen as he laughed.

"More shame for him, Fred." Karen responded.

"Oh no, Karen, he's actually a very comical guy in truth and not as unpleasant as most people think. I don't have anything to say against him." Plankton then realized what he was saying. "Okay, maybe I do."

"He's very rich, Fred." One guest reminded. "At least that's what you're always telling me."

"What on earth difference does that make, dear." Plankton objected. "It's not like it's gonna do him any good. He hasn't even thought of…" he began to snicker. "That he's ever gonna benefit us with it."

"I've already lost patience with that crab." Another guest grumbled.

"Me too, but I feel sorry for him and couldn't be angry with him if I tried. He doesn't even like us, not to mention he won't even dine with us." Plankton pointed out.

"Indeed." Karen responded. "He's missing out on a very good dinner."

Then Plankton shrugged, "Oh well, what're gonna do? Let's get back to the party."

Karen played music as the guests began to dance happily. Mr. Krabs watched everything as he enjoyed it as well as Patrick.

"Well, you ready to go?" Patrick asked.

"Are you kidding?" Mr. Krabs asked. "We just got here. We'll leave in about a half hour."

"Well, if you say so." Patrick said, "I heard there's going to be a GAME today!" With that, Patrick took a seat on a vacant armchair and gestured to another one just next to him. "Come on, Ebenezer. Join the fun..."

"Well, don't mind if I do." Mr. Krabs said, then took a seat next to Patrick, "I love games."

After a little music, Plankton gave a shrill whistle to get everyone's attention. "Alright, everybody! It's time for a good ol' fashioned game of 'Twenty Questions'."

Karen gasped. "We haven't played THAT in a while." she said, shocked.

"I thought I'd use it for the occasion." Plankton explained, "I simply think of somethin' and you try to guess it with 'yes or no' questions! BUT you only twenty tries...care to go?" he asked, raising a brow.

"Ooh, goodie!" Mr. Krabs and Patrick said together, on the edge of their seats.

"Sure thing, honey. I'll start off with...Is it a mineral?" Karen asked.

"No." Plankton shot down.

Then another guest asked, "Is it a living being?"

"Yes."

"Is it a fish?" guessed another guest.

"No."

"Is it a lobster?"

"No."

"Is it a crab?"

"Yes."

"Oh! Oh! Is it a male crab?"

"Yes."

"Does he live here?"

"Yes."

"Does he sing?"

"No."

"Is he old?"

"In a manner."

"Is he rich?"

"Plenty."

"Is he cheap with his money?"

"Yup."

Then Karen finally guessed, "Is it your Uncle Krabs?"

"You're correct, honey!" Plankton enthusiastically answered. "It's my good ol' Uncle Krabs." then all the other guests cheered.

Mr. Krabs glared and crossed his arms, "Hey, I ain't cheap."

"If it hadn't been for my Uncle Krabs, we wouldn't be having all this fun." Plankton said merrily. "Even if he is a cheap old tightwad like everyone thinks, we must all thank him for giving us so much merriment." He stood in front of a large glass and said, "Uncle Krabs."

The guests looked at each other and raised their glasses also, "Uncle Krabs. Bah! Humbug!"

Mr. Krabs sniffled as he smiled, "That is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. If they could hear me or even acknowledge my presence, I would thank them- and even knock off a percent of their tax." Then he turned to see Patrick sleeping in the chair next to him.

Mr. Krabs snapped his fingers in Patrick's face and he woke in an instant. He looked around, then asked, "Did our team win?"

"Uh...yeah. Yeah, they won." Mr. Krabs covered up.

"HOORAY!" Patrick cheered, "Looks like I won a hundred bucks today!"

"What're ya talkin' about?" Mr. Krabs asked.

"I dunno." Patrick answered, then looked at his watch, "Oop. Our time's just about up, Krabs. Let's take this outside..."

Mr. Krabs took Patrick's robe, and the two were instantly transported to just outside the clock tower. "Where the barnacle are we?" Mr. Krabs asked, but wasn't met with Patrick's answer.

"Ebenezer Krabs, I'm afraid my time draws short." Patrick said, solemnly, "But yet another specter comes, this one the most frightening of all: the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come..." Suddenly, Patrick's tone changed to cheer. "So, have fun, Krabs."

And with that, Patrick vanished in a puff of smoke. The background changed very suddenly, as did the weather. Now, Krabs was just outside a church and the weather was horrible: rain and clouds instead of clear sky and snow.

Time for the Grand Finale: Christmas Yet To Come!