January 19th, 1979

Mr Krabs sniffed his money and sighed. He was the happiest he had ever been. Money was coming in, he didn't have any competition, and best of all, he wasn't paying his taxes! Yes, life was good. Jeffery then walked into his office. Krabs smiled and said,

"Ahoy, lad! What's on your mind?"

"Boss, you might want to come and see this."

Confused, Krabs walked out of his office and looked out the Krusty Krab's window, only to see something that shocked him to his core. Outside his restaurant were helicopters dropping a human-scale bucket a short distance away from the Krusty Krab. What really got Krabs shocked were the words on the bucket.

Chum Bucket. A name he hadn't seen since he was 9. Could it be…no it couldn't be. As the Chum Bucket was dropped it landed with a thud, and out of it walked something that Krabs could quite make out. He walked up to a table to greet the surprise guest, but as they drew closer, there was no doubt as to their identity.

Sheldon J Plankton walked through the front door and cheerfully said,

"Hello Eugene, old friend! Long time no see!"

Krabs gritted his teeth. He hoped that he would never see this damn copepod again. Through gritted teeth he let out,

"Plankton…"

"Hm. I'm impressed! 25 years since we've last seen each other and we're still going on a first name basis. Very well, Krabs."

Plankton hopped onto the table where Krabs was sitting. The crustacean always wondered how Planktons could do that. Probably an adaptation to compensate for their short height. He then told Plankton,

"I should've known you would come for me Formuler someday, you little pipsqueak! But you ain't getting it for as long as I draw breath! How did you even afford helicopters to send you here anyway?!"

Plankton chuckled and said,

"Oh Eugene. I've been watching you for some time now thanks to some spy drones I built back in 7th grade. While you were off sailing the high seas, I was in college. Getting my bachelors degree in SCIENCE!"

He then pulled his science degree out of his "secret compartment", and pointed to it while saying,

"Evil Science that is, hehe!"

"Um, that's just a science degree with the word evil drawn on it with crayon."

Plankton, incensed by this, threw his degree to the side and screamed,

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT! Now where was I? Oh yeah. Anyway, with my degree I was able to build every invention imaginable. Technology, weapons, DECADES ahead of our time. I put that technology to good use during the war by selling it to the government for very high prices. With that money I was able to afford the helicopters you saw."

Plankton then relaxed and said,

"But let's get to why I'm here, Eugene. Can I have the secret formula?"

"No!"

"Okay."

Plankton then began to sadly walk away, but tried once last time, asking Krabs,

"Pretty please?"

"Nuh-uh."

Plankton resumed his sad walk, hopped off the table and walked right out of the Krusty Krab. Seeing this, a surprised Mr Krabs said,

"Huh. that was….easier than I expected."

He began walking back to his office, when he heard the door swing open again. He turned around and saw Plankton holding a laser gun, laughing and saying,

"That wasn't a request!"

Plankton began firing on Krabs, the crustacean screaming and hiding behind the table, he yelled,

"Jeff! Help me!"

Jeffery quickly looked around, noticing ketchup on a table. He quickly grabbed it and squirted it at Plankton, causing the copepod to wail in agony. With this distraction, Krabs saw his chance and ran at Plankton, literally kicking him out of the restaurant.

Krabs sighed with relief, but knew that likely wouldn't be it. If he knew anything about his old friend turned enemy, he was extremely stubborn. He then walked into his office, thinking up ideas to defend the restaurant against future attacks by Plankton.

June 14th, 1987

'This is terrible!"

"The Krusty Krab has really gone downhill!"

"I'm never eating here again!"

Krabs screamed at his customers to wait as they stormed out angrily. However, this was all in vain, and the crustacean sighed. He said to himself,

"That was the 4th time this week. No one's eating here anymore. Am I….Am I losing my touch?"

He scuttled up to Jeffrey and asked him,

"Jeffery, do you think I'm losing me touch?"

Jeffery coldly replied,

"Well, considering you've only had a dozen customers in the last 6 months, I'd say yes."

Worried, Krabs told Jeffery,

"I might need to start looking for a successor. Jeffery! I need tryouts! Call the best chefs on the entire ocean and tell them to come here! I'm holding an audition!"

Jeffery agreed, saying,

'Yes sir!"

A few days later, the chefs were all standing at a stand created by Mr Krabs himself. Said chefs were a Spanish chef named Juan, an American chef named Tom, and a chef from the nearby city of Ukulele Bottom named Jim. Each had previously received a 5 star rating, and now were going to cook the most famous burger in Bikini Bottom.

Mr Krabs stood with a whistle, and told the fry cooks,

"Alright men, you 3 are the best fry cooks I could find. You all have 10 minutes to make a Krabby Patty, and whoever makes the best patty will become my newest frycook. Now…begin!"

Krabs blew the whistle, and the 3 frycooks began cooking. Grabbing the patties, they placed them on their own specially designed grill and waited. When it was done, they flipped it over . When that was done, they placed the patties on buns. They then placed lettuce, tomato, cheese, and finally another patty.

Krabs pressed his stopwatch and remarked,

"Hmmmmm, 5 minutes. Not bad. Alright, now fer the tasting phase."

Krabs scuttled up to Juan and ate his patty. He said,

"Too salty."

He then walked up to Tom, and gulped his Krabby Patty down with one bite. The chewed for a bit, and then told him,

"It stinks."

Finally he came up to Jim's patty. Krabs noted that Jim had his name signed on the patty in ketchup. Certainly a unique trait. He took a bite of the patty, and suddenly stopped. It was….it was amazing. Like nothing he had ever tasted before. In his mind he imagined it like fluffy clouds….of money.

"Congratulations Jimmy me boy! You're hired!"

The two men shook hands, and the other two frycooks walked out of the restaurant, dejected. As Krabs had hoped, Jim brought people back to the Krusty Krab with his cooking skills.

May 19th, 1991

Krabs was frustrated. Jeffery had recently quit his job after getting a girlfriend and now Eugene had been forced to go through several applicants to replace him as cashier. However, they had all passed once they had heard about the low pay. This new guy was his last hope. He was an octopus with a brown shirt, no pants, and long flowing golden hair.

Krabs noticed that he looked very disinterested. He then asked the Octopus,

"So mister…uhhhhh….Tentballs….?"

"That's Tentacles. Squidward Tentacles."

"Ok….so what's yer work experience?"

"None. I'm just going to do this for money. Once my clarinet career takes off, I'll be out of this grease joint and you'll never see me again. Well, unless you want to see one of my shows."

Krabs gritted his teeth. He hated these arrogant types. Regardless, he needed a cashier, and this guy was the only one who hadn't turned him down. He shook Squidward's hand and said,

"Congratulations Mr tennispoles, your hired!"

"THAT'S TENTACLES!"

"You know what? How about I just call ye Mr Squidward?"

"Fine."