My Tiny Genius
RibbonDee
Summary:
After a long day of once again trying and failing to steal the Krabby Patty Secret Formula, Plankton is feeling down in the dumps. It's up to Karen to cheer him up.
Language:EnglishStats:Published:2024-02-01Words:721
There were many words to describe the Chum Bucket, and pleasant certainly was not one of them. Overall it reeked of filth, grime and all sorts of health code violations. A certain musty odor seemed to always linger in the air, no matter how much air freshener one used. Truly, it was a wonder this place was still in business. There were many theories as to why, but truly no one except for the restaurants’ owners really knew.
One of said owners was in the lobby, waiting as she always did for her husband when he was off with one of his schemes. Karen was standing in the room in her mobile apparatus, her screen blank as she waited ever so patiently. Best case scenario Plankton would simply fail as usual. Worst… the Chum Bucket was blown to smithereens again. Neither outcome was good, but it was obvious which one was more favorable.
Finally, a small tapping sound came from one of the doors. He was back. Karen wheeled over to the red double doors and let the poor man in. He was a mess. He was covered in ash and some bruises, and she was immediately concerned. “Plankton-” she began.
“Not now honey.”
Plankton sulked off, no doubt on his way to the lab. “Plankton!”
The tiny organism turned around to face his computer wife. “What?”
“I have dinner ready.”
“I ain’t in the mood for holographic meatloaf.”
He turned back around and went on his way. Karen put her robotic arms on where her hips would be and rolled on after him. “What kind of attitude is that? At least let me patch you up! It looks like it hurts!”
“No it- ow. Ok fine.”
Karen bent over and picked up the creature in her metal palms and gently lifted him up and began to wheel him into the lab area. She set him down on a counter and got out the first aid kit that was for this sort of thing.
“How’d it go”, she said as she began to clean his wounds.
“OW! Easy!”
“Sorry sweetie. But how did things go? Didja get that formula this time?”
“What does it look like? Nope. I failed again. Always.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I… I can’t do this.”
“Can’t do what?”
“What do you think?! I can’t get that formula! Krabs is always one step ahead!”
“Oh hon, surely you’ll get it next time”, Karen said, giving Plankton a little pat on the back which caused him to fall flat on his face.
“Ow.”
“Sorry.”
Plankton stood, and sighed. “That’s what you always say. I always go for it again, and it blows up in my face! Literally! Look at all these inventions. Failures. All of them.”
Plankton’s eye was beginning to tear up.
Karen felt her circuits beginning to tingle with pity. Poor little fella. She remembered all of the earlier formula-nabbing schemes, and how motivated and eager her husband was. With each failed plan Plankton grew ever more weary, which was odd as he was usually quite the tenacious type.
“Oh Plankton”, Karen said tenderly.
“Oh Karen! I’m a failure!”
Karen gasped in horror. “You are NOT!”
“How?”
“For starters, you build all these amazing inventions that are way ahead of their time! You’re brilliant!”
“Go on.”
“You went to college!”
“Yeah!”
“And you're gonna GET that formula!”
“Yeah!”
Plankton made sure to say the last yeah extra loudly, clearly filled with his usual overinflated ego once again. It usually never took to long to reignite his drive via a small pep talk, something Karen was very happy to provide for her beloved single celled spouse.
“I am going to get the formula, and make Krabs eat dirt!”
“I know you are, honey. But I think you should rest or eat first.”
“No I- ow. Yeah alright.”
“That's the spirit, little guy. Now let's go and relax for a while. You've earned it.”
Karen picked up her now relieved husband, and began to wheel them towards their living quarters so the poor little thing could rest.
“I love you, my tiny little genius.”
“Heh, love you too babe.”
And so the pair of strange lovers were off, for now they would relax and perhaps discuss oh so evıl, diabolical and lemon scented plans for the future.