"S-S-Spirit?" Krabs asked, shivering, "Where are ya? C'mon! Don't leave me hangin'..."

"ENOUGH!!!" a voice roared from the skies.

With the sound of a low foghorn and the appearance of green mist, a ghost appeared in front of Krabs, clad in pirate getup and a tricorn hat. It unleashed an eerie laugh.

Mr. Krabs' eyes widened in fright. "Oh no! It's the Flyin' Dutchman!"

"Flyin' Dutchman?" the ghost asked, "NO! I be THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS YET TO COME!"

"Funny, yeh don't look like one..." Krabs stated.

"Oh, sorry." the Dutchman apologized, "Out of costume..." He vanished in a puff of green smoke, then reappeared clad in a green cloak and hood. "Is this better?"

"Aye, I suppose." Mr. Krabs said, honestly, then swapped to fear, "Am I in the presence...of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come?"

"You bet your wits you are, Ebenezer." the Dutchman stated, "Now, my contract says I'm to show you the shadows of things that are to come..."

"O-okay...let's go." Mr. Krabs said, and the Dutchman promptly snapped his fingers. A flash of lightning later, they were in the middle of the streets.

Mr. Krabs' eyes shifted to a group of people consisting of Man-Ray, the Tattletale Strangler, and Bubble Bass. On Man-Ray bringing up a subject of someone's passing, the crab decided to investigate...

"I don't know that much only to know that he's dead." Manray said.

"When did he even die?" Bubble Bass asked.

"Last night I believe."

The Strangler was looking through a large box as he said, "It's about time. I thought he'd never go."

"What did he do with all his money anyway?" Bubble Bass wondered.

Manray answered, "He tried to leave it to himself in his will, but that of course can't be done." This caused them all to laugh. "It looks like it'll be a very cheap funeral. Of course who will go to it anyway?"

"I'll only go if lunch if being served." Bubble Bass mentioned.

They all laughed again and Manray said, "Well, I certainly don't wanna go, unless anyone else is going. I wasn't his friend anyway. Whenever I stopped to say hi, he always thought I wanted some of his money."

Mr. Krabs looked stunned by this until the Dutchman smirked at him, "Makes you feel dirty, doesn't it, Krabs?" then he pointed Mr. Krabs somewhere else. "Take a gander over there."

Mr. Krabs walked over to see two wealthy people he knew as Monty P. Moneybags and Howard Blandy.

"Allo." Moneybags said, passing Blandy.

"Hey." the fish said in reply. Not another word was exchanged between them.

"What's that gotta do with anything?" Krabs asked, scratching his head.

"Oh, sorry, I was pointing to the place right behind 'em." The Dutchman apologized, pointing his spindly finger elsewhere.

Mr. Krabs looked to where the specter was pointing, then saw a gringy old pawn shop...and three people were entering: Squilliam Fancyson, an undertaker, Pearl, a laundress, and Mama Krabs, a charwoman. The owner of this shop, the Dirty Bubble, was wearing a tattered old top hat and was looking over his customers.

"Well, well, well...what'd you bring Old Dirty today?" the Bubble asked.

"Handsome ones first, ladies." Squilliam boasted, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a few silver pieces. "Lookie what I got here, Dirty."

Squilliam put them on the Dirty Bubble's desk, said bubble looking them over quickly. "What are these, anyway? Can't have value if I don't know what it is."

"These are his coat buttons." Squilliam boasted, "Pure silver, too, as a matter of fact."

"Figures as much, that cheapskate." Dirty said, "I suppose they're worth a little."

Squilliam was baffled. "A LITTLE?!" he asked, "I picked these off the last coat he wore, so they should be worth more!"

"I say what they're worth, they're worth that." The Bubble stated, stubbornly, "NEXT."

"I got something more daring." Pearl boasted, "I got his bed curtains." She put a bundle onto the desk, showing off whatever she could.

"Wow..." The Bubble said, looking it over, "Still clean."

"Of course." Pearl said, "I cleaned 'em before he kicked it."

"Hmmm...not quite daring enough." Dirty said, earning a frown from Pearl. "NEXT."

"Well, I got something both these whippersnappers put together couldn't do." Mama Krabs said, holding out another bundle and placing it on the desk.

Bubble's eyes widened. "These...these...these are his blankets!" he said in shock, "Still warm, too!"

"I know. Too bad he ain't needin' it where he's going." Mama Krabs said, proudly.

"I couldn't agree with you more, lady." Bubble boasted, "Yes, you win this round. Maybe next time, you two."

"Hey! Those are my blankets and buttons!" Mr. Krabs noticed angrily before starting to run over to them. "Gimme! Gimme!"

But the Dutchman grabbed Mr. Krabs, groaned in annoyance, and pulled him back. "Not anymore they're not!" he yelled.

"What're you talkin' about, Spirit?" Mr. Krabs asked. "I'm still gonna be needin' them, ain't I?"

"What do you think?" the Dutchman asked with a smirk, leaving Krabs to ponder what he had meant by that.