May 12th, 1990

Mr Krabs serenely whistled an old sea shanty as he took his morning walk. On particularly stressful days he loved to just take a walk and clear his head. Well, that and count his money. But it was a rather stressful time. The whale blubber he used in the Krabby Patty formula was almost depleted, and he would need a new stash quickly.

As he thought about what he was going to do, he noticed something. It was what appeared to be the carcass of an unevolved whale with large harpoons sticking out of it. Killed by human Whalers no doubt. Krabs approached the carcass, saying to himself,

"Perfect."

The greedy crustacean then ran to the carcass and began thinking of ways to transport it, when he noticed something. It was a baby whale on the ground crying. The whale had a baby. Fighting off his natural predator-prey instincts towards whales, Krabs picked the baby up, telling it,

"Don't worry, I won't hurt ye."

He looked closer, and noticed that the baby had a little tuft of hair on its head. An evolved whale. What little good that remained in Krabs shined through in that moment, as he remarked,

"Well, since your…..mother's……dead, I can't just leave you here to fend for yerself. Don't worry. Little one. I'll take care of ye. Now what do I name you?"

As Mr Krabs thought of names, he noticed a shiny pearl on the ground. He picked it up and began to think of something. He briefly checked the baby for its gender, and confirmed that it was a girl. He then smiled and said,

"My little lucky charm…..Pearl."

Smiling, Krabs then scurried off with baby Pearl in his arms.

August 14, 1997

Krabs was incredibly nervous. Initially he had been too caught up in his laughter about the idea of a raise to take it in, but now it had settled in that Jim had just quit, and he had no suitable replacement for him. He had reached out to all the fry cooks he knew, but they all ran off as soon as they saw how much he was paying them.

Now, it was all down to this weirdo. He was a green fish with stubble under his chin, and looked extremely tired. Mr Krabs asked him,

"So, what's yer name?"

"Jeff."

"And yer credentials?"

"Well, I was a truck driver for a few years. Then I got my foot crushed by a wheel and I became a taxi driver. But I got done for tax fraud and now I need a new job."

"Hmm. Don't tell anyone this, but I don't pay my taxes either. You and me sound like kindred spirits. You're hired"

"Huh. Thanks Mr Krabs."

"Unfortunately, Jeff ended up getting killed in a boat crash a few months later, and me restaurant was in danger of falling into bankruptcy. Luckily, the lad showed up a few days ;ater and ye both know the rest. Boys?"

Unfortunately for Mr Krabs, both Squidward and Spongebob had long since fallen asleep. Krabs sighed to himself and then looked out the window. It was night time, and Krabs decided to carry the two home. He hoisted them over his shoulders and began walking towards Coral street. Unfortunately, carrying two people at once was quite hard.

Krabs first dropped Spongebob off at his house, walking past his snail, or sneagle. He could never quite remember what it was called. He placed Spongebob in his bed, and then went to Squidward's house, dropping him off as well. The greedy crustacean then began walking back to his house.

As he did, he thought of everything he had told the boys. He had certainly come a long way from being "Rag Boy." Now he was the owner of the most popular fast food chain in the 7 seas, he had a daughter, and he had the most loyal fry cook one could find. Squidward was there too, he guessed.

And so, Eugene Harold Krabs returned to his anchor home, walked up to his room, ad drifted off into a money filled sleep.

The End.