It was a typical Friday at work for Spongebob. Mr. Krabs was being his usual self, and the ordering line was way too long for Squidward to handle, himself. That left Spongebob with two tasks: preparing food, and helping Squidward at the checkout line. Spongebob was flipping patties on the stove, when Squidward yelled for his attention.
"Spongebob! Help me out up here!"
Spongebob went dashing over to the counter and started taking orders of the impatient customers. He must have been up there for about ten minutes before being allowed to go back to the kitchen to flip more burgers. When he did go back, though, it was awful. His jaw dropped, his legs started shaking, and his eyes cringed. His beloved spatula was gone.
"I know I left you right on the counter, where could you be!"
Spongebob frantically searched under every crevase in the counter top, on the floor, under the stall of the bathroom, in every drawer, and through every cubbie near the cooking station. Nothing. The orders kept piling up, however, and he was forced to take action quick. Spongebob looked around the kitchen for something else that could help him flip the burgers that he needed to cook. No shiny utensils were in sight, so he looked down at his hand. "You'll have to do," he said.
He quickly slid his hand under the first burger, by wedging his five fingers into a parallel sheet that could fit between the burger and the stove. He pushed up on the burger, which sent the meat flying in the air, only to land back down on the other, uncooked side. It was genius. Spongebob continued this motion for the other thirty burgers on top of the stove, and he was making great time! Krabby patty after krabby patty were being served to the customers, who claimed that the burgers they consumed were by far "the best burger I've ever eaten." Apparently the hint of hand sweat was the perfect seasoning to a Krabby Patty.
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