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The waves of the ocean rolled in a gentle rhythm against the shore, painting a serene picture of a typical day in Bikini Bottom. The salty breeze carried the distant laughter of jellyfish and the occasional squawk of a seagull passing by. Two figures, Mr. Krabs and Plankton, could be seen from afar, standing outside the rival establishments they owned - the bustling Krusty Krab and the not-so-thriving Chum Bucket. Mr. Krabs, a cunning red crab with a penchant for pinching pennies, squinted his beady eyes as he observed Plankton fiddling with his latest contraption. A wicked smile stretched across his face as Plankton, ever the persistent inventor, was oblivious to his rival's gaze, focusing solely on his quest to steal the Krabby Patty secret formula. Plankton's contraption was a mess of wires and metal, a clear indication of his usual shoddy craftsmanship. It was a robot which he hoped would infiltrate the Krusty Krab unnoticed. Mr. Krabs, on the other hand, was known for his ingenious security systems that had thwarted Plankton's attempts for years. Yet, Plankton's determination remained unshaken, his tiny green body fueled by his insatiable desire for power and fame. SUMMARY^1: The ocean provided a tranquil backdrop for Bikini Bottom, where Mr. Krabs and Plankton stood outside their competing restaurants, the Krusty Krab and the Chum Bucket. Mr. Krabs, a stingy crab, watched Plankton, the persistent inventor, work on a new contraption, a poorly-crafted robot aimed at stealing the Krabby Patty recipe. Despite Mr. Krabs's strong security, Plankton remained undeterred by past failures, driven by his hunger for power and recognition. Mr. Krabs took a step closer, the cobblestone path beneath his feet echoing through the otherwise quiet street. His claws clenched in anticipation of what was to come. The robot, with its single, glowing eye, finally sprang to life, making a series of mechanical whirs and beeps. Plankton, unable to contain his excitement, jumped up and down like a yo-yo on a string, accidentally knocking over a bucket of chum. The foul-smelling fish parts scattered around his feet, but he was too focused to care. The robot, now fully operational, began to glide smoothly towards the unsuspecting Krusty Krab. It was a sight that would've been amusing if it weren't for the seriousness of its mission. Mr. Krabs' eyes narrowed as he saw the robot approaching, his smile fading into a frown. He knew he had to act fast. With surprising agility for his size, Mr. Krabs dashed forward and swung a mallet with all his might. The mallet connected with a metallic clang, and the robot wobbled before collapsing into a heap of twisted metal and sparks. Plankton's jaw dropped as his grand plan crumbled before his very eyes. The robot lay lifeless, the glow from its eye fading into darkness. But Krabs wasn’t done with his mallet yet. SUMMARY^1: Plankton's robot activated, moving towards the Krusty Krab, as Mr. Krabs approached, his smile fading to a frown. Plankton's excitement was short-lived as Mr. Krabs swiftly intervened with a mallet, effectively dismantling the contraption. The robot, once a potential threat, was now a pile of damaged metal and fading light, leaving Plankton in disbelief amidst the stench of spilled chum. Turning to face Plankton, Mr. Krabs' frown deepened into a scowl. "You'll never get your hands on my formula, Plankton!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the quiet street. Plankton's shock quickly turned to anger, his tiny fists balling up in defiance. "This isn't over, Krabs! You can't keep me down forever!" The green plankton's words were barely out of his mouth when Mr. Krabs, driven by years of frustration, swung his mallet again. This time, it wasn't aimed at the robot. The mallet's heavy head connected with Plankton's skull. The sound of the impact echoed through the streets, making passersby pause in their tracks and look over in shock. Plankton's eye rolled back in the sockets before closing, and his body went slack. He crumpled to the ground like a forgotten piece of paper, his legs folding underneath him. Karen, Plankton's computer-wife, had been watching the scene unfold from the shadows of the Chum Bucket. She saw everything, from the robot's creation to its demise, to the final blow that sent Plankton to the pavement. Her digital eyes widened, displaying an emotion akin to horror on her screen face. The cacophony of the mallet smacking against metal and her husband's skull had pierced through the usual calm of her programming. As Mr. Krabs turned to leave, a sense of victory in his swagger, Karen quickly glided out from the shadows, her wheels squeaking with urgency. Her system was overloaded with concern for Plankton. SUMMARY^1: Infuriated, Mr. Krabs swung his mallet at Plankton, striking him in the head after the robot's failure. The impact knocked Plankton unconscious, leaving him lying on the ground. Witnessing the altercation, Karen, Plankton's computer wife, emerged from the Chum bucket in horror, her calm demeanor disturbed by the event. "Plankton, wake up!" she exclaimed, her digital voice crackling with distress. She bent over him. Plankton lay unresponsive, his tiny body sprawled out on the cobblestones. Karen's eyes flickered rapidly as she assessed the situation. Her usually cold and calculated demeanor was now filled with genuine worry. She nudged Plankton gently with her mechanical arm, but he didn't stir. The smell of burnt circuitry filled the air, mingling with the ever-present stench of chum. Mr. Krabs paused for a moment, glancing back at the unconscious Plankton with a hint of satisfaction. Then, his expression shifted to concern. Perhaps he'd gone too far this time. The crab took a step back toward the Chum Bucket, his mallet dropping to his side with a clank. He had never meant to go this far. The mallet felt heavier in his grasp as he looked at the crumpled Plankton. His victory had turned into a potential disaster, one that could lead to serious repercussions for both him and the entire community of Bikini Bottom. Karen's voice grew more frantic as she called out to her husband. "Plankton, please, you can't do this to me! We have so much more scheming to do!" She began to run a diagnostic check on him, her screens flashing a flurry of green and red lights as she searched for any signs of life. The usually stoic computer wife was on the verge of a meltdown. SUMMARY^1: After Mr. Krabs' blow, Plankton remained unconscious on the ground. Karen, his computer wife, rushed to his side in distress, her screens flashing urgent diagnostics. Mr. Krabs felt a twinge of concern, realizing the severity of his action and its potential consequences for Bikini Bottom. Mr. Krabs, now fully realizing the gravity of his actions, rushed over to Plankton's side, his heart racing faster than a snail on a sugar rush. "Plankton, wake up, you little troublemaker!" he shouted, his voice filled with a mix of anger and concern. The sight of his lifeless rival stirred a sense of guilt within him that was as foreign as a fish with legs. Karen's screens flickered rapidly as she worked to revive Plankton. "His vitals are weak, but stable," she reported in a shaky voice. "He's alive, but barely." She cast an accusatory glare at Mr. Krabs, her digital eyes flashing with a rare display of emotion. Mr. Krabs, his own guilt mounting, knelt down beside Plankton. He tentatively poked the smaller creature with a claw, hoping for a response. "C'mon, Plankton," he murmured, his voice softer than the usual bellow. "I didn't mean to... I mean, I didn't want to... well, I just wanted to stop you, but not like this." His thoughts were a tangled mess, and his claws trembled as he held onto the mallet, now feeling like a lead weight. The street grew eerily quiet, the only sounds the distant crash of the waves and the occasional clatter of metal from the ruined robot. The other inhabitants of Bikini Bottom had scattered, not wanting to be caught in the middle of a potential battle between two of its most infamous residents. Mr. Krabs and Karen were left in a tense standoff, the air thick with the scent of burnt metal and the salty tang of fear. Mr. Krabs' eyes darted between Plankton's unmoving form and Karen's blinking screens, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never seen Plankton so still, so... vulnerable. The mallet slipped from his grasp, landing on the cobblestones with a hollow thud that seemed to echo the regret building within him. He had always known Plankton's schemes were a nuisance, but this? This was something else entirely. Karen's digital eyes remained fixed on the screens, her robotic hands moving with surprising gentleness as she tried to revive her husband. "He's alive," she repeated, her voice a mix of relief and anger. "But you've really done it this time, Krabs. You could've killed him!" Mr. Krabs' eyes grew wide as saucers, the reality of the situation sinking in. He had never intended to hurt Plankton this badly, just to teach him a lesson. But as he looked down at his lifeless rival, the crab couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. If Plankton didn't wake up, if something were to happen to him, it would be on his claws. The Krabby Patty secret would be the least of his worries. The thought of facing the potential legal ramifications, made him shiver. Karen's mechanical arms worked feverishly, her screens flashing through various medical readouts. Her voice was a mix of panic and anger as she spoke, "Mr. Krabs, if Plankton doesn't wake up soon, we need to get him to a hospital!" Mr. Krabs's expression grew ashen, his beady eyes darting around the street as he searched for an escape from his own conscience. The reality of his actions was setting in, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. He had always seen Plankton as an annoyance, a pesky fly buzzing around his secret Krabby Patty recipe. But now, seeing him lying there, lifeless, he couldn't help but feel a heavy weight of responsibility. "A hospital?" he echoed, his voice quivering. "I-I don't know if that's such a good idea, Karen. You know how much I... how much we... rely on keeping things under the radar." His words trailed off as he realized the gravity of the situation. Plankton's safety was now his problem, and the thought of explaining this to anyone, especially SpongeBob, made him want to crawl into his money bin and hide. But Karen was insistent. "He's not waking up. We don't have a choice!" She didn't bother to hide the accusation in her voice. "You've gone too far this time, Krabs." Mr. Krabs swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving Plankton's still form. He knew he had to act, and fast. If word got out about this, his reputation would be ruined, and the Krabby Patty empire could crumble faster than a cookie in a sea monster's mouth. He nodded reluctantly, his claws tightening around the mallet handle. "Alright, fine. We'll take him to the hospital. But you better keep this quiet, Karen. If anyone finds out..." Karen didn't bother to respond. Instead, she bent her mechanical arms under Plankton. The tiny plankton remained unconscious, his limbs dangling lifelessly. Mr. Krabs grabbed the robot's debris, shoving it into the Chum Bucket's dumpster, trying to erase any evidence of the failed plot. They managed to sneak Plankton away from the scene without drawing too much attention. The streets of Bikini Bottom were unusually empty, the residents having retreated to their homes at the sound of the commotion. The hospital was a stark white building with a flashing neon sign that read 'Bikini Bottom Hospital'. It was a place Mr. Krabs had hoped never to visit for reasons other than to sell his Krabby Patties. The receptionist, a fish with a stern expression and a name tag that read 'Nurse Fishbein', looked up from her desk with a raised eyebrow at the sight of Mr. Krabs and Karen rolling in with an unconscious Plankton. "What happened here?" she asked, her voice cold and professional. "It was... an accident," he managed to say. "A... accident. Accidentally hit by a mallet in the head." Nurse Fishbein's eyebrow lowered, letting the subject of mallets drop. "Follow me," she instructed, her voice tight. She led them through a set of double doors that swished open to reveal the bustling hospital ward. The sound of beeping machines and the murmur of doctorfish discussing the latest in jellyfish stings filled the space. They reached an emergency bay where a doctorfish with a stethoscope around his neck looked up from his clipboard. "What do we have here?" he asked, his tone more curious than concerned. "Plankton's been in an accident," Mr. Krabs lied through gritted teeth, placing the unresponsive Plankton on the examination table. The doctorfish nodded. "He's a friend," Mr. Krabs added awkwardly. The doctorfish took in the scene before him: a flustered crab and a robotic wife tending to a tiny, bruised plankton. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, his professionalism overtaking his curiosity. He quickly began checking Plankton's vitals, his eyes scanning over the screens that Karen had brought with them. "Looks like a concussion," the doctorfish said, his voice calm and measured. "We'll need to run some tests to make sure there's no lasting damage." He turned to Mr. Krabs. "You're his... friend?" The doctorfish's tone was skeptical, but he didn't press the issue. Mr. Krabs nodded, his eyes not leaving Plankton's still form. The plankton lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by machines that beeped and whirred, their screens flashing a symphony of greens and reds. The mallet had done more than just knock him out; it had left a sizable bruise on his forehead, the color of a ripe plum. Karen hovered over her husband, her screens displaying a flurry of data. "The doctor said he needs to stay for observation," she said, her voice tight with anxiety. "He might not remember anything." Mr. Krabs' stomach sank. If Plankton lost his memory, he'd be off the hook for the Krabby Patty secret, but the thought of his rival not remembering their storied rivalry brought an unexpected pang of sadness. "Well, maybe that's for the best," he murmured, trying to convince himself. The doctorfish nodded. "We'll run some scans, and if everything checks out, you can take him home. You can both stay by him meanwhile." Mr. Krabs had to ensure that Plankton was okay, that he would recover. It was the least he could do after what he'd done. The doctorfish, seemingly unfazed by the odd couple, began to work on Plankton. The plankton lay there, unresponsive, his usual mischievous twinkle gone from his single eye. Mr. Krabs found himself in the unusual position of feeling responsible for his rival's well-being. Karen's screens flickered with various medical readouts as she hovered by the bedside, her robotic arms occasionally reaching out to straighten a wire or adjust a pillow under Plankton's head. The concern in her voice was palpable, a stark contrast to her usual cold, calculated tones. "He's not moving," she said, her voice a mix of fear and accusation. Mr. Krabs, his usual gruffness replaced by a rare show of concern, couldn't tear his eyes away from Plankton's unmoving form. The plankton's single eye was closed, his tiny chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The crab felt a twinge of guilt with every beep from the machines. He had never meant to hurt Plankton this badly. The doctorfish, Dr. Fishbein, worked efficiently, his scalpel-like fin slicing through the air as he checked for any signs of internal damage. "He's going to be fine," he assured them, though his expression remained neutral. "But we'll need observation." Mr. Krabs watched as the doctorfish poked and prodded at Plankton, feeling a strange mix of guilt and relief. The plankton remained unresponsive, his body limp and his breathing shallow. The room was a cacophony of beeps and whirrs from the medical equipment. Karen's digital eyes darted back and forth across the screens, her system processing the data with a speed that would've put a supercomputer to shame. "His brain waves are erratic," she announced, her voice shaking slightly. "But he's stable... for now." Mr. Krabs leaned closer to Plankton, his heart racing in his chest. "Plankton," he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "Wake up, you crazy little guy." Plankton lay unmoving, his breaths shallow and even. The crab felt a twinge of guilt as he saw the bruise on his rival's forehead growing darker by the minute. "Come on," he urged, his voice barely a whisper. "You can't just lay there all day." The doctorfish, Dr. Fishbein, washed his hands in a nearby sink. "He'll wake up eventually," he said, his voice echoing off the stark, white walls of the hospital bay. "But we'll need to keep an eye on him." Mr. Krabs nodded, his eyes still fixed on Plankton's unmoving form. The plankton's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the only indication that he was still alive. “What did you mean about his brain waves being erratic?” Karen asked the doctor. Dr. Fishbein glanced at her screens before responding. “It’s not uncommon with a head injury. We’ll keep monitoring him, but for now, he needs rest.” Mr. Krabs nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of his actions. He couldn’t help but think about the countless times Plankton had tried to steal his secret Krabby Patty formula. Yet here he was, worried for the wellbeing of his sworn enemy. It was a strange and unsettling feeling for a crab so used to looking out for number one. Plankton remained unresponsive, his tiny body a stark contrast to the large, sterile hospital bed. Mr. Krabs reached out a tentative claw, placing it lightly on the plankton's shoulder. "Wake up," he whispered, his voice cracking with genuine concern. The doctorfish, Dr. Fishbein, nodded solemnly. "Give him some time. Head injuries can be tricky." Mr. Krabs sat in a chair next to the hospital bed, his eyes never leaving Plankton. The room was quiet except for the persistent beeping of the monitors. The crab's mind raced with thoughts of what could happen next. Would Plankton remember his schemes? Would he remember their rivalry? Would he hold a grudge? The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the rhythmic sound of the ocean outside the window. Karen, her screens still flickering with medical data, took a seat on the opposite side of the bed. Her digital eyes remained glued to Plankton's unconscious face, her worry etched into every pixel. "This isn't right," she murmured, more to herself than to Mr. Krabs. "You can't just hit someone like that." Mr. Krabs shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the plastic squeaking beneath his weight. "I know," he said, his voice thick with remorse. "I just wanted to stop him, that's all. I never meant for this to happen." Karen's screens dimmed slightly, her voice softer. "But you did mean to hit him, Krabs. You can't just ignore the consequences." Mr. Krabs sighed, his claws clenching and unclenching around the armrests of the chair. He knew Karen was right. The guilt washed over him like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him in his own regret. The hours ticked by like molasses, each second feeling like an eternity. The hospital staff went about their business, casting the occasional curious glance at the odd trio. The crab and the robot sat in silence, the only sound the rhythmic beeping of the machines. Mr. Krabs' mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, swirling around the question of what Plankton would do when he woke up. Would he remember their rivalry? Would he seek revenge? Or perhaps, just perhaps, this near-death experience would make him realize the futility of their feud. The crab's thoughts were interrupted by a groan from the hospital bed. Plankton's single eye began to flutter open, and a soft moan escaped his lips. Mr. Krabs and Karen leaned in, their expressions a mix of relief and anxiety. "Plankton," Mr. Krabs said, his voice gruff but filled with a hint of something softer. Plankton blinked a few times, his vision slowly focusing on the two figures hovering over him. His head felt like it had been used as a battering ram in a jellyfish fight. "What... what happened?" he croaked, his voice weak and shaky. Mr. Krabs and Karen exchanged a nervous glance before the crab spoke up, "You had a bit of an accident, Plankton." He tried to keep his tone light, but the guilt was written all over his crusty face. "You're going to be okay." Plankton's eye darted around the unfamiliar surroundings, finally settling on the doctorfish who had been quietly observing from the corner. "Where am I?" His voice was groggy, but there was a hint of fear in it. "You're at the Bikini Bottom Hospital," Dr. Fishbein said, stepping closer. "You've had a bit of a head injury." Plankton's eyes grew wide, his brain racing as he tried to piece together what had happened. "How... how did I get here?" "It's complicated," Mr. Krabs said, his voice strained. "But the important thing is you're okay." Plankton's gaze shifted to Mr. Krabs, then to Karen. Confusion clouded his features, the wheels in his tiny brain turning as he tried to understand. "What do you... why are you...?" "You had a... mishap," Karen said, her digital voice wavering slightly. "You're going to be okay, Plankton." Mr. Krabs cleared his throat. "You might've bumped your head. On something... hard." Plankton's confusion grew as he reached a tentative hand to his forehead, his fingers brushing over the tender bruise. His mind was a blank canvas, devoid of any recollection of the events leading up to this moment. The only thing he knew was that something wasn't quite right. Mr. Krabs watched him with a mix of trepidation and hope. Could it be possible? Had the blow erased their years of rivalry from Plankton's mind? The thought was as tantalizing as a freshly grilled Krabby Patty, but also as terrifying as the Kraken that had once tried to devour the whole of Bikini Bottom. Plankton's hand paused on his bruise, his single eye searching for answers. "I don't remember," he murmured, the words barely audible over the hospital's background hum. "I don’t know you." Mr. Krabs' heart plummeted to the ocean floor. It appeared that Plankton had indeed lost his memory, and with it, the knowledge of their long-standing feud. The crab felt a peculiar mix of relief and dread. The Krabby Patty secret was safe, but at what cost? "You don't remember?" Karen repeated, her digital voice filled with a mix of shock and concern. Plankton shook his head gently, wincing at the pain that shot through his skull. "I'm sorry, I-I can't remember," Plankton said, his voice a mere whisper. Mr. Krabs felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. The Krabby Patty secret was safe for now, but the thought of Plankton not knowing who they were, not remembering their rivalry, was almost too much to bear. Karen's screens flickered as she processed the new information. "Well, Plankton, I'm Karen, your wife," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil she must've been feeling. "And this is Mr. Krabs, your... friend." Mr. Krabs swallowed hard. "Yes, a... friend," he agreed, the word tasting bitter in his mouth. He couldn't bring himself to say "enemy" in this sterile, lifesaving environment. Plankton's expression remained vacant, his brain struggling to comprehend the words. "Wife?" he murmured, looking at Karen. "Friend?" He glanced at Mr. Krabs, confusion swirling in his single eye. The crab felt a strange pang of sadness, watching the plankton's confusion. For years, they had been at each other's throats, each trying to outsmart and outdo the other. Now, Plankton didn't even know who he was. It was like watching a piece of history being erased before his very eyes. "Don't worry, Plankton," Mr. Krabs said, his voice gruff but laced with a surprising gentleness. "We'll help you remember everything." But even as he said the words, he couldn't help but wonder if that was what he truly wanted.

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