A/N: Sorry for the hold-up guys! I had a busy week with school and work. I made the next episode!

It was a busy day at the Krusty Krab, and customers were served individually with a delicious and nutritious Krabby Patty. The fry cook Spongebob Squarepants made these delightful sandwiches for the customers paying for a bite. Standing behind the stove, Spongebob was preparing the next batch, which Squidward was taking orders. 

"Welcome to the Krusty Krab; my name is Squidward. Can I take your order?" Squidward greeted the customer with a dry tone. He was not in the mood to work on a Wednesday when he couldn't care less about the grub business he worked for a cheap boss. 

"Hmm....Oh, I'll have a..." The customer was predicting what he wanted to order. Squidward had a notepad and pencil to write it down, but the customer couldn't choose. It was frustrating. 

"Are you planning on ordering today, sir?" Squidward asked quite impatiently. 

"I'll have a Krabby Patty." The customer replied. 

"How original?" 

"And with extra onions."

"Daring today, aren't we?" 

Squidward rips to the paper after writing the customer's order, "One Krabby Patty, extra onions." He placed the note on the clips for Spongebob to prepare the meal. 

"One crying Johnny is coming right up!" He exclaimed. "First bun, then patty, followed by ketchup, mustard, pickles, extra onions, lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, and bun in that order." Spongebob placed down every step to give the correct order to the customer. 

"One crying johnny up!" Spongebob goes over the tray prepared for the customer and rings the bell. 

"Whatever," said the options.

Squidward takes it and hands it over to the customer. More customers waited to get their meals when the customer took his food tray. 

"Twelve Krabby Pattys on wheat buns." Said Squidward. 

Spongebob was quick enough to prepare twelve patties in less than five seconds! 

"One dozen crying cows on the farm. UP!" Said Spongebob. 

"Thanks, farmer brown." Squidward dryly said. "It's been a thrill serving you." Serving the Krabby patty over to the customer preparing for the following order. 

"Can I get extra salt?" He asked. 

"We're all out." 

"Could you check?

"....No." 

The customer walks off quite angrily by Squidward's attitude. The following customer was taller than the other fish. An obese, olive green-skinned bass who wears a light orange tank top that barely fits, orange-brown pants, and black horn-rimmed glasses. His lips and other body parts are olive green, while his stomach is a lighter green. He has a slight lisp and breathes very deeply.

Squidward stares at the giant fish, asking, "Let me guess, Tiny? A small salad?" 

"I'll take a Double Triple Bossy Deluxe on a raft, four by four, animal style, extra shingles with a shimmy and a squeeze, light axle grease, make it cry, burn it, and let it swim." Said the obese fish, adjusting his glasses and staring at the options with a stink eye. 

"We serve food here, sir." Said Squidward. 

"I got it already, Squidward." Spongebob pokes his head out of the window to serve the patty. Then he gasped when he noticed the obese fish. "Bubble Bass." 

Bubble Bass looked over Squidward's shoulders to notice the yellow sponge making eye contact with him. He swiped Squidward away to get a close-up with Spongebob. 

"Squarepants." He said as he lowered himself to speak with Spongebob. " I hear talk you make a mean Krabby Patty." 

"Yep. I hear talk you're kind of picky." Spongebob mocked. 

"Yep!" Bubble Bass mimicked. 

"Wel then, here you go!" Spongebob handed over the patty to Bubble Bass. 

Everyone was silent as Bubble Bass was examining the order. He was a picky eater, judging the layers of the Krabby Patty that Spongebob made. Mr. Krabs was nervous about losing a dollar if something was wrong with the patty. When Bubble Bass took a bite, he enjoyed it quite dearly. 

"Well, Bubble Bass, what do you think?" Spongebob asked, wearing a cocky grin on his face. 

"This is pretty good. Only one thing--" Bubble Bass held up a finger with a smug on his face, turning into a frown. "You forgot the pickles!" He lifts the bun to show Spongebob that he forgot to place the pickles. 

Everyone gasped. 

"NO!" Spongebob couldn't believe his eyes that he messed up the order. 

"The best there is? I don't think so. You lose." Bubble Bass let out a cackle. 

"But the pickles should be right where they always are." Said Spongebob. He examined the patty himself to see if he had misplaced them. "I know I put them on. Where are those pickles? Pickles, pickles, pickles." 

Mr. Krabs was standing next to Squidward in the corner of the room. Bubble Bass walked over to toss Squidward out of the frame and grinned at the manager. 

"I believe you owe me two bucks." Said Bubble Bass. 

"Two bucks!" Mr. Krabs exclaimed. 

"You're guaranteed." Said Bubble Bass. 

There was a slight suggestion on the menu that Mr. Krabs remembered putting there. He's cheap, after all. 

"Oh, that, well, can we talk about this?" He pulls out his wallet to give Bubble Bass two bucks. 

"No."

"How about a discount on the restroom tokens?"

"Free." 

"How about a free glass of water? A dozen free glasses of water! I'll even put ice in it. No, come back! Two dollars, two dollars. No, no." 

Mr. Krabs cried over giving away his money to Bubble Bass after he left. Spongebob was on the ground, still upset after the order was wrong. 

"Mr. Krabs, I know I put pickles on that Krabby Patty." Said Spongebob. 

"That two bucks is coming out of your paycheck." Mr. Krabs grabs a hold of Spongebob's pants to drag him across the floor. Spongebob grips the floorboard, pleading with Mr. Krabs not to pull him back into the kitchen. 

Mr. Krabs threw Spongebob inside to resume work, "Get back to work. We got orders waiting." He said. 

"I need a Krabby Patty."Said Squidward.

Spongebob walks over to his station, "Okay, I am not going to blow it this time." He wished that he never said those words right out of his mouth. Spongebob tried to make a Krabby patty, but it seemed he had forgotten how to make it. 

Mr. Krabs came to check on Spongebob, and he seemed to have witnessed the frustration. 

"Mr. Krabs, I am so confused. I can't remember how to do anything." Said Spongebob. 

"Why don't you take the rest of the day off." Mr. Krabs suggested the young yellow sponge. 

"Oh no, Mr. Krabs. Who will make the Krabby Patties?" Spongebob declined, worrying that the business might fall apart if he left for the day, leaving hungry customers. 

"Oh, don't worry about that. We got Squidward." Said Mr. Krabs. 

Spongebob leaves out of his station, allowing Squidward to take his place. 

"Mr. Krabs is right. I need to get my head straight." Spongebob says as he mutters what he can remember from making a Krabby patty. Then, looking up, he gasped. "Ah! The door, the door." He waved his hands around the glass to find the door missing.

"MR. KRABS! THE FRONT IS MISSING!" Spongebob yelled. 

Mr. Krabs appeared, but he was on the other side where he opened the door for the sponge. He remained stoic, and SpongeBob let out an awkward laugh.

"Oh. Ha, ha, sorry about that, Mr. Krabs. This pickle thing has got my head all messed up. I better get home to rest my brain,  Said Spongebob as he left to head straight home, but came back, "Um, which way do I live?" Mr. Krabs pointed to the direction to where he needed to go. 

Let's hope he can get himself straighten out. 

~

You were at home after having a day off from work doing chores around the house. After tidying up the kitchen, you plop on the sofa to relax and read Wattpad Fanfics of other Nickelodeon shows. Then, the door opened, and you sat up to see your husband was home even though he didn't get off until nine. 

"Spongebob, your home early today." You smiled. 

Your husband sulking as he entered the house. Gary and Diane looked over to see the sponge moping around as he went over to plop on the couch next to you. You'll need to place down your book and turn to him, which I am concerned about.

"Spongebob, what's wrong?" You asked. 

He let out a heavy sigh. 

"I was working today and made Krabby Pattys like usual. That's when Bubble Bass came in, and I wanted to taste one, but it wasn't enjoyable. He told me that I forgot the pickles." He cried out as he hung his head low as you pat his back. 

"Oh, but it's only one mistake. It's not your fault." You said. 

"It is my fault!" He cried out. 

"Spongey..." 

Spongebob looked over at you with sad blue eyes glistening with water. He was forcing himself not to cry again. 

"People make mistakes, and I'll make it up eventually while trying their hardest." You reassured the yellow sponge that he didn't have to cry over a messed-up sandwich. 

"I know, Y/N, but I made MANY mistakes. I can't keep count of it like Patrick does." Said Spongebob. 

"Patrick can keep count on you? How?" You raised an eyebrow at your husband.

"Well, I didn't get my boating license; I forgot my hat when I left for work. I sometimes forget what to do for us and other stuff I don't want to add involving this conversation." Said Spongebob as he twiddled his thumbs, looking away from you. 

"Like I said, you don't have to be so upset. People make mistakes," Resting your hand on top of his made him look up and meet your gaze. You e/c staring into his made his heart flutter to see your face giving him a genuine smile. "When you make a mistake, you'll learn from your problems. It's not always your fault." 

He sniffled. Then, a smile replaced his face as he nodded. 

"You're right! I made only one mistake, and I can fix it." Spongebob paused. "However, I can't remember how to make a Krabby Patty. I forgot the secret formula." He said. 

"Give yourself some time to think, dear." You said. 

"You're right. Maybe a good night's sleep might do the trick." Said Spongebob. 

Later that night, you were washed and dressed in your pajamas, ready for bed. You were lying under the covers, already going to sleep while your husband remained awake. 

"Oh, was it mattress, mattress, sheets, pillow, Y/N, then Spongebob." He thought aloud, trying to remember how to get in bed. "Oh, think Spongebob. Oh, yeah, it was mattress Spongebob, mattress, Y/N, then sheets, pillow." 

Spongebob climbs under the mattress, lifting it and making it shake around you. You clutch onto the blanket, and Spongebob is underneath you. As often, your husband switched around in bed, causing it to shift to drive you awake. 

"Spongebob...what're you doing?" You asked in a tired tone. 

"I'm trying to find a way to get in bed." He replied. 

"Here's an easy way. Come." You said as the sponge plopped down next to you. 

"What now?" He asked. 

You grabbed him to stuff him between your breasts as he looked up at you.

"We sleep...." You said, in a soft tone, to doze off into sleep. 

Spongebob was comfortable, but he didn't remember how to sleep correctly. 

"Goodnight, Gary, Diane." Said Spongebob. 

"Meow." Both of the pets are in unison. 

The next day, you and Spongebob woke up, and he seemed to be looking more tired. Did he stay up all night? He didn't even remember how to shut off the alarm and used Gary to try to stop it, but you did it for him. 

"Oh, today is not a good day. I still can't remember the formula." Said Spongebob as he was picking on his meal, eating slowly. 

You were looking through the mail to see if anything could be checked. Bills were coming in, and it wasn't so bad, but there was also a postcard from your sisters, a new magazine, and coupons.

"Patience, dear."

"Aren't you fed up, Y/N?" 

Spongebob looked guilty after last night, but you knew he was struggling. He had to remember, at least for Mr. Krab's business.

"No, I'm not upset. I understand what this means to you, and you need time to remember," You said, smiling, which made the sponge lighten up.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

You went to answer it, and it wasn't until you saw Mr. Krabs.

"Eugene?" You weren't expecting him to be here. He stepped inside, and he saw Spongebob popping around the corner.

"Arg! I thought I dropped by to check in on Spongebob. You see, I was wondering how he was holding?"Said Mr. Krabs, as he revealed a toaster outside on the door. "I found yer toaster, missy."

"Huh, I was wondering where that went," You said as you took the toaster from him. 

Stepping inside the house, there was a massive mess of unorganized furniture. Yep, Spongebob made a mess of things in the place, and you tried to get him to stop. He couldn't sit still. 

"Spongebob!" Mr. Krabs called out to him. 

"Mr. Krabs, hello. Do you know how to do?" He greeted in a mixed-up greeting with underwear hanging over his head. 

"Eurgh...has he..." He was starting to ask you about how his experience of staying home went, but you held your hand up. Mr. Krabs understood. 

"Why are you talking funny, lad?" Mr. Krabs removed the underwear from Spongebob's head. 

"Is there anything you can't do right now because of pickles?" He spoke in complete nonsense. 

"Nonsense. You'll return making Krabby Patties like your old self in no time." Said Mr. Krabs with a faint smile. 

"I don't read back to go to work, Mr. Krabs." Said Spongebob. 

Spongebob turns his heel around, "Your fine, me-boy." Said Mr. Krabs. However, Spongebob didn't open the kitchen door, only to walk straight through it. "Ooh, well, maybe not." 

"He's been like this all morning." You sighed, lifting the couch and adjusting the pictures on the wall. 

"Uh, right. Let me handle this." Mr. Krabs said as he strolled to speak with Spongebob in private.

Spongebob was talking with Mr. Krabs, who was trying to give him more confidence to get him to remember how to make a Krabby patty. 

"I decided to be this lad's trainer. I'll give him time to remember once we start small to big." Said Mr. Krabs.

"I think that's a brilliant idea! Mr. Krabs could teach you how to make a Krabby Patty again." You smiled over at Spongebob, who seemed to be relieved. 

"It'll take awhile for yer dear boy-yo to remember the ingredients. It might take days, weeks, or months, perhaps!" Mr. Krabs wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulders, hearing a tiny squeak from him. 

A/N: Ya'll remember when Spongebob's body made a squeaky noise whenever someone would grab him? Not anymore, it doesn't...

"You'll do just fine." You smiled down at Spongebob, planting a kiss on his cheek. 

~
Spongebob needed time and patience that he couldn't remember or slightly focus on making the patty. Mr. Krabs was patient and laid out everything to let his mind process. The times were tough, and as days passed, Spongebob was thinking hard; you often encouraged him. 

Later that night, you arrived back home from your late night shift. Tossing off your heels, you held your bag, placing it over by the couch. The house is completely dark, and you spot Spongebob and Mr. Krabs in the same spot they were in for a week. You were worried about your husband if he tried to remember the formula for his boss. He didn't get much sleep or eat anything slightly, even though you were present.

Your mind was interrupted when Spongebob began to cheer out loud. 

"I got it...I GOT IT! It's all obvious to me now, Mr. Krabs!" Spongebob exclaimed. 

Mr. Krab's eyes lit up in the joy that his young employee remembered the formula. 

"It is?" He asked.

"Yes, I finally realize that I can't do it. I can't do it, Mr. Krabs." Spongebob said as he pulled Mr. Krabs by the collar. "I'm a failure." 

"Don't talk like that!" Mr. Krabs protested. 

"Don't you get it, you crustaceous cheapskate--I can't make a double Krabby Patty with the work. In that order, I can't put a patty on a bun with lettuce, cheese, onions, tomatoes, ketchup, mustard, pickles, and top bun together!" Spongebob remarked. 

Then, he realized what he had done by collecting all the simple ingredients to make a Krabby Patty. 

"It's time." Said Mr. Krabs.

~

The next day, Spongebob returns to the restaurant, ready to take his place back in the kitchen. You were present along with the other customers who would be cheering him on once again against BubbleBass.

"You can do it, Spongebob!" You gave him a warm smile on your face. 

"I hear Squarepants is back."Said Bubblebass. 

You grimaced over at the obese fish. "Yes, and he's ready to take back what you said about the last time." You fold your arms over your chest with a smile on your face. 

Bubblebass leans close to you, and the stench of sweat and reek odor hits your nose.

"Is that so? I wish your husband good luck in correcting my order." He snickered. 

Back away from you, Spongebob had the order made up for BubbleBass. Others surrounded his table, and Mr. Krabs was nervous, including you. When he took a bite, there was silence around the room, waiting for Bubble Bass's feedback. 

"Still no pickles!" He replied. 

You and Spongebob were both shocked as he claimed to be no pickles by showing his food. 

"You failed again, Spongebob-loser pants." Said Bubblebass.

He laughed over at the yellow sponge, which made you angry. He worked so hard to regain his memory, but it was still incorrect.

"It's okay, Spongey. You don't have to continue if--" You were cut off as Spongebob gave you a side-eye.

"I don't think so. Wait a minute!" Said Spongebob as he dug his hand inside the obese fish to lift his tongue. Revealing underneath the language were the pickles! "Look! He's been hiding the pickles under his tongue the whole time." 

"And there's the pickles from last time, too!" Said Mr. Krabs.

"And there's my car keys!" A female fish exclaimed. 

Angrier, the crowd glared at Bubblebass as he left the restaurant like a coward. Spongebob won fair and square after the hard run to get himself straight again.