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"The dish is almost finished." Spending about a couple of hours on making the spaghetti dish, with a few cooking related shenanigans here and there. Mung can now happily say; that all they needed to do now is cook it in the oven.
"Can I do it Mung? Huh? Can I? Can I? Can I?"
"Fine." Knowing that Chowder wouldn't stop until he eventually gave in. Mung slowly handed him the dish. "Put it in gently. We don't want it to splatter all over the floor."
"Got it Mung." Zooming over to the oven, Chowder opens it and tosses the dish in, then shuts it with a innocent smile.
With that task done, he can now happily watch the dish bake with his appetite growing every second, but before he could do just that; a sudden great smell goes into his nose. A delicious smell that made him fallow it all the way up to the window, where after pinpointing it with his nose, he detects that it was coming from the restaurant next door.
"Hmmmm. Something smells good." Being very enticed by the delicious smell, Chowder is unaware that he had exited through the window and is walking right on up to the restaurant, where the glorious sight of a man-sized burger; stood emotionlessly near the entrance, while doing a very slow wave.
"Oh my gosh! A giant burger! Have I died and gone to heaven?" Slapping himself on the cheek, he felt the sting of pain, but didn't care. "Nope. I'm not dead."
In a flash. Chowder zooms on up to the burger with a wide open mouth and bit down with all his might on the backend, causing the burger to scream out in pain.
"Hmm?" Releasing the burger with a big tear now imprinted on it. Chowder came to the sad conclusion that it was just a costume.
The wearer of the said costume is completely exposed, except for the front. Turning around to face him with at first pain, that then quickly turned into anger for over getting bit in the rear. He stood tall before him with a twitch of an eye. "What is wrong with you!?"
"Sorry mister. I thought that you were a large burger." Chowder innocently exclaimed.
"I'm clearly not! You barnacle head!" He snapped.
"Barnacle? What's that?"
"It's you!"
"Oh no mister. I'm actually a Cat-bear-rabbit thing. By the way. You gotta a nose as big as Mung's. Are you related by any chance?" It would be great if he met Mung's long lost cousin or someone like that.
"No!" Squidward didn't even know on what he was talking about, except that this kid was getting on his nerves. Right up to the same level as SpongeBob. "Now go away!"
"Your awfully grouchy aren't you mister? Don't worry; Shnitzel can be just as grouchy and all he has to do is take a poop."
Not really knowing on what to say after that sentence. Squidward only lets out a growl before outright stomping away, leaving behind a much confused Chowder. "Hey! Where you going? Boy. He definitely needs to poop doesn't he?"
The enticing smell then hits him again, sniffing it intently. He fallows the smell right into the restaurant and somehow had gotten himself into the kitchen.
And right there in front of him; are stacks and stacks of Krabby Patties. Drooling out a waterfall of saliva, Chowder gets absolutely excited.
Noticing that his apprentice was nowhere in sight, Mung searched through every nook and cranny of the building to find him. He even got off this fanfiction page to search, but alas; he has no luck on finding his young apprentice anywhere.
It greatly concerned Mung for Chowder never leaves during the middle of making a delicious dish. Just where could he be? "Shnitzel! Have you seen Chowder anywhere?"
"Rada. Rada." Shnitzel on the other hand, really didn't mind that Chowder wasn't here. It meant less destruction, which in turn meant less messes for him to clean up.
"I'm starting to get a little worried. What if he's getting himself into trouble?"
"Rada. Rada."
Suddenly a series of loud screams cried out from all the way over at that restaurant. Alarming them both before Mung turned and glared at Shnitzel. "Still think that I'm overreacting?"
Without even thinking. They rush on over to the Krusty Krab, where they hope that Chowder didn't do anything too damaging to the place or clear out all their food.
Emerging out of the freezer with a dozen more Krabby Patties to cook. SpongeBob screamed in absolute horror upon discovering that all of the patties that he had already cooked were all gone, and what took their place is Chowder, who's a bit large from the amount of patties he ate.
Releasing a loud burp that shook the entire kitchen, Chowder goes back to his regular size in an instant. "Delicious."
"You ate all the Krabby Patties!" The only other guy SpongeBob knew who could do such a feat was Patrick.
"They were awfully delicious. Mister Sponge." With another, but less stronger burp. Chowder pats his belly to emphasize on how good they were.
Despite the fact he had just ate up all those patties, SpongeBob did love it when people said something great about the Krusty Krab's most famous food. "Aw thanks."
"Spongebob, me boy." Alerted by his screams, Krabs storms right into the kitchen. "What's going on in here?"
Going completely wide eyed, Krab's processed the fact that the bear, bunny thing is in his kitchen, the lack of Krabby Patties, and the fresh crumbs all over his face. Adding all these things up in his head, Krabs is instantly furious with steam coming out from the top of his eyes, while a loud boat horn plays in the background.
"You landlubber! You ate up all me Krabby Patties! I hope you have money!" It's going to at least cost up to about five hundred dollars.
"I don't know. Let me check." Taking off his hat, Chowder looks in and pulls out a piece of string, five month old snacks that he swiftly ate, some lint, and a chicken guy. Checking all the pockets of his pants next; he pulls out some chains, a whale, a chewed up pencil, and one Sment.
Smiling in joy, he hands the Sment over to Krabs.
Looking at the strange money with a glare, Krabs shot his gaze back down at Chowder. "It's going to take a lot more than that lad."
"But that's all that I have?" Chowder sadly remarked.
"UNPAYING CUSTOMER!" It's the most atrocious crime that any customer can commit in his restaurant, right next to getting a full refund.
Immediately the whole place went into red alarm. Metal panels slammed shut on both the doors and the windows; as it covered the entire building. Through this confusion and conflict, Chowder is freaked out as he frantically wondered what was going on?
"Your going to pay! One way or another!" Extending one claw towards him, Chowder screamed and runs off. "Get back here boy!"
Zipping off after him, Krabs chases him around the kitchen with SpongeBob right behind him, so as to not have Mr. Krabs be too harsh on the young fellow.
Having his Krabby Patty suit being completely destroyed by that big mouth barnaclehead. Squidward returned to his station, lazily reading his dance-quior magazine as he both ignored the commotion going on in the kitchen and the customer in front of him.
"What's happening back there?"
"Don't know." Flipping over to the next page, Squidward scratches his nose a bit.
"Shouldn't you go and check it out?"
"Not my problem."
Suddenly coming out through the order window. Chowder falls on top of Squidward, but then got back up and ran just as Krabs and Spongebob bursts out through the door in hot pursuit. Leaving behind a hurt Squidward, who's entire body is going up and down like an accordion.
"Ow."
Not really caring about his injury, the customer studied the menu closely. He just couldn't decide on ordering the Kelp Fries or the Koral Bits.
"Get back here!"
Still screaming as if his life was in danger, which it might as well be. Chowder runs all over the dining room; knocking down tables in his way, regardless if any customers were using them or not.
Why he was running so fast. That he ran up the pole and ducked himself down in the crows nest.
Peeking out, he sees that the dining area is a total mess with both tables and customers scattered everywhere on the floor.
"MY LEG!" Some guy cried out, making Chowder wince for he sure was in hot trouble now. Then upon seeing the crab angrily staring up at him with even redder skin and shaking more harder than any earthquake, his fear grew larger.
"Wait till I get up there! I'm going to make ye work! Until your nothing but a skeleton!"
Chowder didn't want that. He was too young to be a boney skeleton. So; he did the only thing that he can do, and that was burping into his hat until it looked like the top of a hot air balloon.
Jumping off the crows nest. He glides on over to the back ledge, then went through the order window again. Unfortunately; he had to bounce off of poor Squidward again, who's head had turned into a nice pancake type of flat.
"Think you can hide in me own kitchen?" Storming back in there, Krabs only managed to catch sight of Chowder's tail as he traveled up the exhaust vent. The only way out when the Krusty Krab is sealed.
It would've been sealed up as well, but the extra security would have cost him more money.
But if he thinks that he can escape him like that. Well; it's going to be a cold day in Davey Jones Locker.
"Rada? Rada?"
"Your right Shnitzel. This place is locked up tight." Arriving just as the metal armor came crashing down, Mung and Shnitzel couldn't find any way to get into the Krusty Krab. Which is bad; as from the amount of noise that's coming from inside. It's safe to say that Chowder was making quite a mess of things.
"Rada. Rada. Rada."
"No! We ain't going to bail! We gotta go get Chowder! Who knows on what kind of trouble he's in."
Lifting one arm to the sealed entrance, Shnitzel didn't need to even say on how impossible it was to even get in.
"Don't fret Shnitzel. My manly muscles can get us through this barrier with no problem." Strutting up to the door, Mung spits on his palms and rubs them together, while cracking all his joints for this was going to take all of his manliness.
On the sidelines in the meantime. Shnitzel pulls up a chair as he just has to see this.
Stretching out more of his joints for what seemed to be five minutes, until finally grabbing ahold of the door. He began to heave with all his might. He strains, groans, and moans. Sweat is dripping off him. Visible veins are appearing, but nothing happens.
Finally he gave up on his efforts and was now panting heavily, with his body all hunched forward. Shnitzel however couldn't keep in his laughter over the weak performance the "strong" Mung tried to show.
"These doors are tough." Panting some more, Mung wondered that perhaps it wouldn't be so bad on getting a new apprentice.
Fortunately; he didn't have to invest more into that option. For at that moment, Chowder crashed to the ground behind him, still freaked out, until he spotted Mung and promptly went back into his usual happy demeanor. "Hi Mung."
"Chowder! What have you done in there?!" Snapping out of his worn out mood, Mung taps his foot repeatedly as he waited for Chowder to explain himself.
"Well," Chowder began innocently. "I put the dish in the oven like you said, but then I caught whiff of something delicious. So being the curious and hungry boy I am, I decided to investigate. Shortly after leaving, I came across this giant burger, which was really an octopus in a costume, I then went in and may have; ate up all of their burgers." He wonder if he should talk about the chase?
"Oh Chowder." Mung remarked gravely. "Do you have any idea on what you have done?"
"Ate their food without paying."
"You got that right!" Removing the metal covering from his restaurant. Krabs storms on out, practically getting up to Mung's face with his eyes and having one claw pointing against his chest.
"You have a lot of nerve! First ye dropped onto me block, threatening to take away all me customers! Now you send your son to sabotage me by eating all me Krabby Patties!" By the time Krabs was done talking. A good amount of spit had been splattered all over Mung's face.
Wiping the spit off him, Mung maintains his composure for with how steamed this crab was, it's best not to poke the bear any further. "Firstly; Chowder's my apprentice, not my son. Secondly; we didn't send him to sabotage you. Chowder just can't help himself, when it comes to food. Trust me. We do a lot of trips to the market."
"Oh yeah!" Storming on past him, Mung along with Shnitzel and Chowder quickly fallowed him back into their kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Then much to Mung's great shock, he watches as Krabs opened up the oven, took out the spaghetti and threw it! Splattering the spaghetti dish all over the floor and parts of the wall.
"There! We're even!"
"My dish! My beautiful kitchen! How could you do such a thing?!"
"You ruined me chance of making money! So I ruined yours! Speaking of which, you still owe me money for the Krabby Patties! And it's a lot!"
"But mister. I can give them back to you." This was Chowder's fault and he knows just how to fix this. Opening up his mouth, he gags a couple times, until all of the soggy, parsley digested Patties are spat out and splattered all over the floor.
"Does this fix things?" He asked in hope.
Regarding the mushy patties. Krabs highly considered on using them. After all; this was the same guy who wanted people to eat a gone bad pattie. Thankfully for the good of any unsuspecting customer, Krabs decided against it; as the crime of eating them without paying outweighed the thought of recycling.
"No lad! It doesn't."
"Look. How about we all calm ourselves down and sort this thing out." This was getting all out of hand, and they needed to quieted down before.
"What's all the yelling about!?" His wife comes to investigate.
Flying into the kitchen to see on what all this commotion was during business hours? Truffles was non to happy for it was already hard enough to get people to actually pay for her husband's terrible cooking, she didn't need any of this tomfoolery.
However all Truffles needed to see is the spilled spaghetti and that annoying crab to add it all up. Fuming! She flies right on up to Krab's face. "YOU! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!"
"I'm the business owner, who you owe money to!" Krabs snapped back.
"We owe you money!? Oh no! If anyone is owing any money! It's you crab legs!"
"Over me dead body!"
"That can be arranged!"
Growling like feral dogs, the two glare into each other's eyes with so much tension. All it took is for something small to push them off into the deep end. Sensing the storm brewing, Mung tried one last time to calm down the situation before it gets too bloody. "Now come on. Let's all take in a deep breath."
"Back off landlubber!" Grabbing ahold of the left side of his mustache, he rips it off with a tear, making Mung cry out in pain, which was all what Truffles needed.
"That's it!" Tackling him. A rough scuffle occurs that ends with Krabs crashing right through the ceiling and landing a good mile away from the building.
Ignoring his cracked and bruised shell, along with his eyes being tied in a knot. Krabs shakes his fist at the catering service in fury. "This isn't over! Your messing with the Krab man now!"
"Bring it on! Well bring your business to the ground!" Truffles roared.
"Will see about that! Come the end of the day! Your business will be the one to leave!" Storming back into his restaurant, Krabs has to prepare himself for the upcoming battle. All the while Truffles furiously flies over to her husband.
"Don't just stand there! We're about to enter into a food fight!"
Fuming in anger himself due to having half of his moustache ripped off. Mung slams an army hat down on his head. "Let's get cooking!"
Still in hot pursuit of the jellyfish. Patrick had chased it all around the rocky area, getting himself into sticky situations as the jellyfish tricked him by making him slam himself into rocky walls, luring him off cliffs and pits, and getting him stuck in very tight spaces.
Despite these incidents. Patrick doesn't give up due to both stubbornness and his low intelligence not giving him the signal that this chase was becoming more trouble than it's worth.
Going down a hill, he turns sharp right and unknowingly entered a large, dark cave. Once inside: he quickly lost sight of the jellyfish as his visible eyes scanned around the dark, listening to the buzzing that's echoing everywhere.
Not knowing on where it was coming from, he just walks forward with no regards of what could be in his way from: rocks, pillars, or any random pitfalls. It's just very lucky that he hasn't ran into any of those obstacles yet, you can call it dumb luck.
The buzzing of the jellyfish however gets more and more louder as he traveled on further into the cave. It's getting so close; he can almost feel the bubbles of it swimming at the palm of his hands.
He then stops in his tracks; as the buzzing is now directly in front of him. Raising the net up slowly, he slams it down in complete satisfaction, he's finally caught it. Now he can get out of this cave, which was... this way?
Okay, it could be him, but he may be a bit lost in here. He would have to think this through, and as everyone knows. Patrick Star is a good thinker.
Taking a seat on a very round rock, he begins to think. It's a slow progress that usually takes a long time to complete, a very long time.
Of course. It would help if this heavy breeze didn't constantly go back and forth against him, or that his rock was moving.
One large single eye then opened up; high above him.
Running out of the cave while screaming his head off. Patrick never looked back as Eight-Armed Willy came roaring out of the cave after him, being non too amused with having that net hit him on the tentacle or him sitting on it afterwards.
Swinging his other tentacles, he tries to grab the fleeing starfish that's just out of his reach. Stirring up sand with each slam, Willy bellowed in frustration as the chase then ended up near the high cliffs, which Patrick uses the narrow passageways to squeeze himself through or ducking himself underneath several large rocks.
For Willy this wasn't a problem; as he just simply uses the combination of both his mass and strength to either crash right through the passageways or smash apart the rocks, Patrick fearfully hides under.
He was still unable to catch or smash him into chum however, which gets him angry enough to outright destroy the rocky area in a series of flying tentacles that are fallowed by loud roars. Rocks flew everywhere, varying from sizes from being as small as a grain of sand, to ones being about the size of the skyscrapers downtown.
When Willy was finished on his destruction, he was swimming in the middle of a great dust cloud that obstructed his view from anything within a few inches of his face. In order to see, he had to swim up above the layer of dust and sand, where he spotted Patrick running out of the cloud and straight towards the Bikini Bottom.
Releasing a bellow that can create tidal waves. Willy swims on after him for no one gets away from Eight-Armed Willy, and lives to tell the tale.
High above on the docks of Storm-Along Harbor. Large waves crash against the poles as Eight-Armed Willy's roar emerged from the deep.
From one part of the dock. Young adventure Flapjack; could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight. "K'nuckles! Did you hear that?!"
Stirring awake from his barrel, K'nuckles slowly raised his head out with candy wrappers sticking to his face. Shielding his eyes from the bright sun, he lets out a long yawn with several of the wrappers falling off his face. "Yrgh! What's with all the shouting?"
"Something's got Eight-Armed Willy very angry. It sounds like an adventure waiting for us!" It's very exciting for it has been such a long time, since Flapjack went on an adventure! And this new ocean is perfect for adventuring!
"Ah. Perhaps later. I'm in the mood for candy right now, and there's only one place where I can get my fill of candy."
"The Candy Barrel!" The greatest place in Storm-Along Harbor.
"Right lad." Hopping out of his barrel, he and Flapjack started their way on over to the Candy Barrel.
In truth; although K'nuckles did find it a tad strange to be suddenly dumped in this new sea. He didn't care just as long as the Candy Barrel was here.
The thing that did stink however was that with being in these new seas. Candy Island will never be in his grasp now. The only island in sight; is that plain old, small one over there.
Will he ever set foot on Candy Island? He would never know, but at least the Candy Barrel will serve his sweet tooth needs.
When they did finally reached the Candy Barrel. They are output by two things; one is the green mist, and the second is the loud laughter coming from inside, that strangely sounded a lot like K'nuckles.
Entering the Candy Barrel, they both stopped in shock; as a ghostly pirate floated in the middle of the room with flames coming out of his mouth. Cowering in front of the spirit with his Candy Wife safely in his arms is Peppermint Larry, who could barely speak from how terrified he was.
"Ba! Ha! Ha! Ha! I am the Flying Duchman! and congratulations! For being the newest fresh faces in these seas! I'm now going to haunt not only here, but this entire dock!" Laughing with lightning coming out from his ears and spiders jetting out from his nose. Peppermint Larry was just about bubbling as the swarm of large spiders crawled all over him.
"Have mercy on me spirit! I have a wife and child!"
"They're nothing but candy." The Dutchman pointed out as he then leaned forward. "But now here's a little secret. I'm going to steal your soul."
"No!" Larry screamed, causing the pirate ghost to burst into more laughter.
"Confound it!" K'nuckles snapped. "A ghost has taken over the Candy Barrel!" How was he supposed to enjoy a jug full of candy with some ghost haunting the place?
"That ghost kinda sounds like you K'nuckles." Flapjack pointed out.
Listening to the ghost laughing, K'nuckles merely shrugged. "I don't hear it." Perhaps they can come back later, when this place isn't so supernatural.
But as for Flapjack, being the brave adventurer that he is. He walks right on up to the ghost, much to the great shock of K'nuckles. Gently lifting up his hand, he pokes the Flying Duchman's tail; gaining his attention.
"Excuse me Mr. Duchman."
"Not now kid. Can't you see that I'm working here." He waved off.
"I can see that, but can you. Possibly perhaps; go somewhere else to haunt." Flapjack asked with the sweetest smile.
It did not affect the pirate ghost in slightest, instead he got angry. "No one tells the Flying Duchman on where to haunt! Especially no cabin boy!"
"Flapjack. Do what the ghost says. Take it from me boy. The last ghost, I mouthed off to; ripped two of me wooden legs off." He had to find a new pair after that, and for a guy who doesn't have any money. New legs don't come fast or cheap.
"You!" Jumping from the flash of lightning and the boom of thunder. K'nuckles flinches back, when the ghostly finger is suddenly in his face. "How dare you mimic my voice! There's nothing more that I hate than someone copying me!"
"But this is my voice!" K'nuckles argued under his trembling body.
"Still mocking me, eh! I'll teach you a lesson by forcing you to be part of my ghostly crew!"
"Wait? Ghostly crew!" K'nuckles couldn't do any work! He was just too lazy.
"Yes! That will teach you a good lesson! Plus. My ship is in need of a crew right now." Releasing another laugh, the Duchman grabs ahold of K'nuckles and disappears in a great puff of green smoke.
Completely horrified over having his friend and captain being shanghaied by a ghost. Flapjack goes into an absolute panic and runs out of the Candy Barrel, leaving Peppermint Larry to hold onto his beautiful candy wife in much needed comfort.
"It's okay. The scary ghost is gone." Hugging her more tightly, he ignores her gum hair sticking against his face.
Appearing on the deck of his ship. The Flying Duchman dumps K'nuckles down with a ghostly smile. "Welcome to your new home. I hope you enjoy it, since you're going to be spending an eternity here."
"I told you! This is my voice!" K'nuckles protested as he hopped back up with cobwebs and dirty underwear sticking to his shirt.
"Yeah. Yeah. Now the very first thing you can do is scrub the deck!" Materializing a mop and bucket into K'nuckles hands, he smugly places his hands near his hips in satisfaction.
"I don't do scrubbing!" K'nuckles remarked, tossing the mop and bucket away with little regard.
"Is that so. Well then; I guess that I'm going have to eat you."
"Eat me?"
"It's what I do to any unwilling crew members. You look a tad delicious, I can put a side of fries near you."
"On second thought." Quickly retrieving the cleaning supplies. K'nuckles gets right to work, much to the Dutchman's great delight.
"Good. Make sure that you keep the ship scary. I have a reputation to maintain." Heading off into his captains quarters, he leaves K'nuckles to his work.
K'nuckles in meantime; hoped that Flapjack was coming to safe him from manual labor. He already missed out on his afternoon nap, and he wasn't going to miss out on another one for the coming eternity.