"What do you mean you can't?" Plankton screamed. "It’s a burger! Flip it!"

SpongeBob stood by the door, his spatula packed in a tiny suitcase. He didn't cry—not yet. He simply looked at the grease stains on the floor as if they were old friends he’d never see again. With a heavy sigh, he turned and walked across the street to the looming, metallic fist of the Chum Bucket. The Cold Steel of the Chum Bucket

Back at the Krusty Krab, Mr. Krabs was a wreck. He had tried to cook a patty himself, but he’d nearly burned the building down. He realized that a restaurant without SpongeBob was just a pile of wood and a kitchen without a heart.

Mr. Krabs didn't hesitate. He tore the contract into a thousand pieces. "SpongeBob! You're home!"

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    "What do you mean you can't?" Plankton screamed. "It’s a burger! Flip it!"

    SpongeBob stood by the door, his spatula packed in a tiny suitcase. He didn't cry—not yet. He simply looked at the grease stains on the floor as if they were old friends he’d never see again. With a heavy sigh, he turned and walked across the street to the looming, metallic fist of the Chum Bucket. The Cold Steel of the Chum Bucket [S3E3] Welcome To The ChumBucket

    Back at the Krusty Krab, Mr. Krabs was a wreck. He had tried to cook a patty himself, but he’d nearly burned the building down. He realized that a restaurant without SpongeBob was just a pile of wood and a kitchen without a heart. "What do you mean you can't

    Mr. Krabs didn't hesitate. He tore the contract into a thousand pieces. "SpongeBob! You're home!" He didn't cry—not yet

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