Mr. Krabs Novels & Stories

Adrian said loudly. “Okay, I’ll go buy one for you right away!” Tiger then made a gesture of the size of the crab and asked, “Is this size good enough?” “Yeap!” Adrian’s eyes glittered with excitement. “And I want the sauce to be spicy too!” “Got it!” Tiger then hurried to the door. “I’ll go get your king crab. Please look after my boss when I’m away, okay?” “Don’t worry, mister. He can’t get down from his bed right now. So, all we’ve got to do is just keep an eye on him.”

Sebastian asked, struggling to hold back his laughter. Tera snorted but still answered, "Oh, yes. So, in that cartoon, there's a character named SpongeBob, the yellow one, and there's the boss of the Krusty Krab who sells Krabby Patty and is so stingy. The boss is named Mr. Krabs and he has a whale as a child." "Wait. You mean a crab has a whale child? How is that possible, crossing species like that?" "Boss, it can be, don't question the logic of everything, this is just a cartoon." "Yes, but..."

Because of that, I immediately took off my thick jacket and immediately approached Jake to get Czy. “You seemed busy. I’ll get Czy now so you can focus on what you’re doing. Thank you for helping me, Jake,” I uttered and took Czy from him. Jake let him go and just smiled at me when Czy suddenly laughed. “No worries. At least you and Zeno create tons of memories again. By the way, did you catch anything?” “Yes! Good thing the bodyguards brought tons of coolers because we got fifty enormous king crabs!” I replied.

Frederick retorted, "Funny, because I absolutely must have this gown too!" The man erupted in anger. "Damn it! Do you know who I am? I'm Calvin Graham, the seafood tycoon of Mirage City! How dare you try to take things from me? Do you want to die?!" Frederick responded casually, "So you're just a fishmonger! No wonder I could smell the fish from miles away." This remark distorted Calvin's face. What he hated most was being called a fishmonger. To cover up the fishy smell on his body, he always sprayed a lot of perfume.

"A lobster? Three pounds?" Debra walked closer, spotting other massive sea creatures. "A ten-pound king crab and turbot?" Juan chimed in, "Crayfish and snow crabs too." Debra was dumbfounded. Even though this place was rich in sea creatures, it couldn't possibly offer this much bounty from other areas or countries. She glanced over at the cameraman for an answer. If it was the production team who arranged this, they were treating the audience like fools.

Feeling my empty, rumbling stomach, I took out my phone to order some fast food. Not yet ten o'clock at night, the doorbell rang. At that time, I was squatting in the bathroom cleaning my painting tools. Hearing the bell, I quickly washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom barefoot. The floor outside was a bit cold, making me shiver. I ran and jumped to the main door to get food.

I said, trying not to cry. "Thank you so much, Zora— thank you. I'm really grateful for your humanity." Mr. Luke was stunned. His face was laced with emotional crying. He really felt troubled because he never knew life could happen this fast on him. From CEO to cook and from a waitress to the owner of his restaurant. "Wow. Fantabulous!" Zayn shouted in shock. "She's still the kind-hearted Zora I knew. Even after all he did to you, you still managed to forgive him. I guess you..."

Jason pulled his hand back quickly, clutching the culprit. I turned to find Don and Klay standing not a few feet away. My face burned red and my eyes brimmed with unshed tears. Don approached with his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. “When I heard your scream, I didn’t think for a second it was because of that little crab.” I turned away from them, grimacing. “I hate bugs,” I muttered under my breath. They all looked at me simultaneously with, “Crabs are crustaceans,” before glancing at each other in disbelief.

Nevena asked, and Antonio nodded in affirmation. “You’re on a tour. Might as well get the best of New Mexico culture to add in your review.” They moved through the market—from snapping shrimps to scuttling crabs tied in bundles and to a giant whale. It was so massive that it took six sailors and a local crane to haul it up. “Bestie, let’s take a picture!” Junior tugged at Nevena. Antonio stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching the chaos with mild affection.

Just as he opened his mouth to refuse, he caught Alexander’s eyes—cold, unyielding, and clearly in no mood for negotiation. Hugo exhaled slowly, forcing a grin. “Alright, fine. You can have it,” he said, glancing at Serena. “Mine’s the biggest one anyway.” Serena hesitated. It wasn’t in her nature to take someone else’s food, but since it was Hugo—and Alexander was watching—she accepted, her lips curling into a polite smile. “Thank you, Mr. Beaumont.” Hugo muttered something under his breath but walked toward the chef, pointing to his prized king crab. The creature’s shell gleamed a deep copper-red, its legs massive and heavy with meat. The chef nodded respectfully, preparing the grill.