Mr. Krabs Novels & Stories

They reached into the ocean’s depths, gently making waves as if to welcome the visitors there. BRRRRRRR... Suddenly, giant tentacles reached up from within the abyss that separated them and the Castle. Ezekiel’s eyes glowed blue as he felt threatened by the presence of the monster. “Easy. It’s just their lovely pet, Miss Krake,” Harriet said. “Oh, well, Harriet, how many times have you come here?” Ezekiel blinked in disbelief. “And you call this thing their ‘pet’?” Krake was a giant octopus with a mouth big enough to fit two castle towers. As Ezekiel observed its shape in detail, he could see its purply skin shimmering like pearls under a gentle glow from the Castle.

The chef said that if Miss Healey likes it, tomorrow's breakfast kitchen will follow that chef's breakfast. 'Well, please.' Kristen Oliver nodded, looking at the crab roe bag on the table. This is my favorite steamed stuffed bun, and this chef is Nangania's. He actually dug up other chefs directly for this steamed stuffed bun. Anna Garcia, of course, knew that when the waiter left, she sighed and spoke. 'Mr. Wharton is so sweet, sister Kristen Healey. Didn't you say the day before yesterday that you wanted to eat crab cakes?'

"I'm a Demon, Lucrecia, I don't cry because when I do, I ruin things" Lucrecia gripped her by the arm and forced her to kneel before her. "Yeah, you don't cry but demon screams are the best" She grabbed her by the head releasing hot waves into her brain. Trixie groaned as her face began to dessicate with smoke emitting from her nostril. "How does it feel getting your brain fried out?" "Good enough for you to eat,you devil" She moaned gently. "No, I don't eat foes, I feed them to the creature of the sea"

Eric was outraged by what happened he found out who they are. “you filthy weresnakes doesn’t know who I am?” he yelled at the people before him. “shut up. We don’t need to know who you are or what you are? This is not the place for anyone to come and have their ways. This is our fort, unless we allow people they can’t enter here. How the hell you people enter here?” the old man shouted. “if you talk down to me one more time, I am going to execute you before all your people. I am the prince of delight land, who protects every mythological creature and human” he spoke and the old man started laughing.

Amaya muttered with a bored expression, "So, Mr. Expensive Chef, aka playboy millionaire. What’s for lunch?" He raised a brow at her as he headed for the stove in an attempt to escape her intense stare. "A lobster, Stuffed ribatoni, Carrot Purée, corn sabayon, and your Creamy Pesto Shrimp." He picked up a ladle, lifted a pot lid, and stirred, the delicious aroma of melted cheese and garlic filling the kitchen and making her mouth water. "What? Really? You make them all?" He smirked. "No, the chef did almost all of them, but I cooked the pasta. That’s something, yeah?"

He look at her blankly. 'Right, she pesters me so much. ' He ignore her statement and start managing the stall. " See you at home, amore. " she exclaimed and went home. His face almost grimace. He didn't mind her and tend to the approaching customer. "How much is this?" the woman asked as she pointed the crabs. "$7.60 per kilo." he answered briefly. "Then can I get one?" "Yes." However, before he can even packed those crabs, an old woman stormed in front of him, looking at him with a mad expression. The woman shimmers with those gold jewelries and full blast make-up.

The staff member's voice was amplified through a sound system worth millions of dollars. "Tonight, Mr. Harvey will wash a garbage truck for Luna, live! Everyone, please give him a round of applause!" After saying this, the staff member raised his hand and wiped his forehead. He had no choice. The Snapps were a long-established and wealthy family in Capitol, and he couldn't afford to offend the Fishers either. He could only hope that if Harvey was mad, he'd take it out on Theodore instead of making things difficult for a mere employee like him.

He answered promptly. "Where were you?" I asked. "I'm sorry, sir. I went to the toilet. I'm having a runny stomach," he explained. I rolled my eyes. "Is there a problem, sir?" he asked. "Can you get me a white shirt?" I requested. "And immediately!" Lumber's tone changed. "Oh my goodness, I'm sorry, sir...but I need to go back to the toilet. I'm really sorry. Please, let me send someone else."

’ He had said I'm surprised he still remembers my love for seafood. “I see you remember,” I said, smiling at the delicacies in front of me as the chef demonstrated his final decoration. He retrieved a bottle of whisky and poured a small content on the king crab before lighting it on fire. “Whoa,” we said in unison, and I clapped my hands excitedly.

I question hesitantly He didn’t seem to like it because his forehead was still furrowed. Doesn’t king crab have a shell and he just now learned that crab fat can be eaten? After all, why would a rich man like him waste his time scraping the fat crab when he can afford the meat of the king crab. Sir Calix swallowed, he looked at me thoughtfully. Not a disgusted look, but expressionless. I couldn’t tell if he was angry at my insistence on feeding him what I had made or, he wanted to make me throw up what I had made.