Chapter One The Night Begins A small, old, rusty boatmobile speeds down the road with a trail of smoke billowing out of its exhaust. The words “Money Talks” are emblazoned across the back window in bright red letters, and a bumper sticker reading “I Brake for Money” is plastered on its rear end. Inside the boatmobile, Mr. Krabs has the pedal to the metal as he drives erratically through Bikini Bottom. He has an unlit cigar clenched between his teeth and one claw on the steering wheel, while the other is tapping impatiently on the dashboard. In the passenger seat beside him, Squidward is clutching the sides of his seat, white-knuckled, and trying not to scream. His eyes are glued to the speedometer, which reads 95 mph. Mr. Krabs glances over at his employee and smirks. “Hold on tight, laddy!” he says with a cackle as he swerves around a car, narrowly avoiding a collision. Squidward lets out a yelp of fright and grabs onto the handle above his head. “Did ya really think I’d let all this traffic slow me down on a night like tonight?” Mr. Krabs asks, chuckling to himself. “What’s so special about tonight?” Squidward says, glancing at his boss in confusion. Mr. Krabs grins mischievously but doesn’t say anything. “Oh, great,” Squidward mutters. “This can’t be good.” He sighs and slumps back in his seat, bracing himself for what lies ahead. The boatmobile screeches to a halt outside SpongeBob’s pineapple house, and Mr. Krabs leans on the horn impatiently. “Come on out, boyo!” he shouts. There’s a loud crash from inside the house, and a moment later, SpongeBob comes flying out through the front door, landing on the ground with a thud. He pushes himself up onto his hands and knees and looks around in confusion. “Gee, Mr. Krabs,” he says with a smile. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” “I wasn’t either,” Squidward mutters under his breath with an eye roll. Mr. Krabs grins at his two employees and waves them over to the car. “Hop in, me lads! We’ve got a wild night ahead of us!” Squidward groans and slides down in his seat as SpongeBob scrambles into the back of the boatmobile. As Mr. Krabs pulls away from the curb, SpongeBob peeks over the top of the seat and asks excitedly, “So where are we going tonight, Mr. Krabs?” Mr. Krabs grins and says, “We’re goin’ to every hot spot in town, lad! We’re gonna hit every bar and club in Bikini Bottom until they kick us out or we can’t see straight no more!” SpongeBob’s eyes light up with excitement, but Squidward just groans and rolls his eyes. Of course Mr. Krabs would take me out on a night of debauchery for my birthday. It’s just my luck that I was born on New Year’s Eve. Squidward slumps down in his seat even further and lets out a long-suffering sigh as Mr. Krabs launches into a lengthy monologue about how New Year’s Eve is an important night for partying and making money. A few minutes later, Mr. Krabs pulls up outside the Chum Bucket and beeps the horn impatiently. img-1707451596

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