Run along, I have a crab to cook.

But Mr. Krabs…

Mr. Krabs, Plankton didn't take the secret formula.

Well, Krabs, I guess you've won.

Wow, free crab cakes? Well, that's nice. Although I was hoping to have sex tonight. Just the crab cakes.

You said the waiter ate my crab cake.

Here you go, Krabs. She's all yours.

I guess this means the secret formula is safe forever, right, Mr. Krabs?

Thanks. Squidward. Oh, yeah. Come on, it's time to go back and open up The Krusty Krab.

Especially when that something is the Krabby Patty. Okay, everybody, let's get back to Bikini Bottom and…

Plankton owned a restaurant right across the street from The Krusty Krab, where no one ate because the food was really bad.

This is unbelievable. I have never been so insulted in my life. Now, if you'll wrap up my free crab cakes, I'll be on my way.

All right. Very well, Mindy. I'll give him a chance. But when your little champion fails to return, I get to splatter this crab all over the walls.

Look, you got stood up. Who cares? We're gonna show you a good time. Sit and relax. In fact, let me bring you a crab-cake appetizer on the house.