...oney hed apparently had under his covers floated
everywhere. Upon spotting his intruder, his face turned to annoyance
and he barked, What?! What dye want?! Cant ye see Im
tryin to get meself some shut-eye?!Mr. Krabs,
the sponge said hauntingly, the moon giving him backlight, I am
the ghost of Christmas past. Tremble as I hover to your
bedsideforwardfooorwaaarrrda little to the left, no-no,
stage lefttoo far, a liiiittle backok now down, dooownup a
bit, ok stop!Outside, Patrick
and Squidward strained immensely to hold the position of the pole.Inside, Mr.
Krabs observed the goings-on with a flat look on his face, his eyes
tracing the sponges path. When Spongebob finally floated above the
hammocks end, Mr. Krabs sighed, and asked, Ok, so yer the ghost
of Christmas past. What ye be doin here then? Shouldnt ye be in
the English Channel r somethin?Spongebob
sweated a bit.Um, no, he
explained, still in his spooky voice, I dont just work one gig.
How could I live like that? Uh, Im global. He waited with bated
breath while Mr. Krabs rubbed his chin in consideration.Hmm, sounds
right. he concluded. Spongebob let out a sigh. But what ye be
doin here,? the crab pressed.Oh, right.
recalled Spongebob, and he waggled his fingers ominously.
Tooniiight, he said, Yooou will be visiteeed by threeee
ghoooosts, myself incluuud...