Hi everyone. My name is PvZ-Fan and I'm just a person who's decided to finally upload something onto this site. I've had this idea for a few months, so I've finally decided to write it down. So, I hope you enjoy reading.

In the Chum Bucket, Karen was at a table shuffling a pack of cards for the family's weekly poker match. Spot was across from her, but Sheldon was nowhere in sight. Karen knew what he was doing though; another fruitless attempt at stealing the formula. She's watched the process a hundred times over: Sheldon announces a plan to steal the formula, he goes out to steal it, and he's sent back to the Chum Bucket with a tail between his legs and a vow for revenge. Now she's just waiting for Sheldon to come back so that they can play poker.

Just as she finishes that thought, a small green speck bursts through the Chum Bucket's entrance, zooming through the air uncontrollably while screaming his heart out. The speck crash lands on the table before he regains his senses and takes off his jetpack, now broken and leaking oil. Angered, he kicks the jetpack and stomps towards his spot on the table, sitting with a big pout on his face.

"How was today's attempt, Sheldon? Did you get the formula yet?" Karen asks with a taunting, yet loving tone in her voice.

"Don't sass me, Karen. You know exactly how it went, and I don't want to talk about it. Just pass me the cards." Plankton finishes with an agitated exhale and a glare into Karen's monitor.

Karen just rolls her eyes and starts handing out the cards to Plankton and Spot. Plankton receives his cards and scowls at them, displeased with his hand, but Spot happily accepts the cards, inserting them into his gelatinous body for safekeeping. Plankton, being the player to Karen's left, decides to bet, pushing a few chips to the table's center. Karen and Spot decide to follow suit, calling and putting some of their chips in the center. The betting ends and as Karen puts three cards on the table, she decides to talk with Plankton.

"So Sheldon, how did Krabs foil you this time?"

Plankton glances at his wife, before looking back at his hands. "If you must know, I tried a very forward approach this time. Wait until someone opened the safe, then swoop in with my jetpack, steal the formula, and fly back here so fast their heads would spin. However..."

Plankton halts to briefly grind his teeth from thinking of the failure, before flipping a chip towards the table's center. "Ol' Eugene had the sponge on pest control and he caught me, thinking that I was a measly rat-scallop. Imagine me, the great Sheldon J. Plankton, being mistaken for VERMIN!" He slams the table in anger, though nothing moves. "Have I really sunk this low? Surely I would have had success at stealing the formula by now? Karen, do you believe I'll ever steal the formula?"

Karen pauses, her gaze refusing to meet Plankton's. He notices Karen's silence and slowly becomes agitated. Spot, oblivious to the drama unfurling around him, nudges a chip to the table's center and looks at Karen, waiting for her turn.

"Karen, look me in the eye and say that I will get the formula. Tell me that my decades-long quest will eventually be achieved." Karen stays silent, her monitor still on her cards. "Karen, speak to me. You can't ignore me forever."

Karen finally turns to Plankton and looks him in the eye. "Plankton, I think you should give up stealing the formula."

Plankton stares at Karen, refusing to believe what she just uttered. Refusing to believe that even his wife as given up on him. He can't handle it. He throws his cards away and starts flipping chips and cards everywhere in a screaming rampage. Spot leaps off the table in fright and hides behind Karen, who looks at her husband in worry. Plankton continues to destroy the poker set up, with chips and cards flying to every corner of the room. Finally, Plankton slows down and eventually loses composure, breaking down completely and crying as he curls up into a ball. Karen picks up Plankton and begins cradling him in her arms.

"I'm sorry Plankton, but you have to admit it. You've been trying to steal the formula everyday for over 25 years, and no success. Shouldn't it be time to stop this feud?"

Karen's cradling soothes Plankton and reduces his crying, though he still sniffles a bit. "Maybe you're right. But what would I do? I've dedicated my life to try and get the formula."

"I believe the first step would be burying the hatchet with Krabs. Since you'll stop stealing the formula, maybe your friendship will rekindle. The two of you may even be best friends again."

Plankton scoffs. "Krabs would never believe me. Especially after the time where I lied about stopping the 'steal the formula' business. But he should know all the same."

Plankton leaps out of Karen's arms and heads towards the Chum Bucket's entrance. "I'll be back in a few minutes Karen. Clean up the place while I'm gone."

Plankton leaves and Karen realizes just how big of a mess he had made during his breakdown. She sighs and goes to grab a broom as Spot follows her, interested in Karen now that Plankton has left.