The Algaes Always Greener Plan

Plankton stands atop the cash register, his tiny hands gripping the edge of the counter as he glares at a stack of unpaid invoices. He adjusts his miniature blue collar, his single red eye twitching with every 'Order Up!' that echoes from the kitchen.

Great Neptune’s ghost! If that yellow porous annoyance yells one more time, I’m going to lose what’s left of my sanity! You there! Don't just stand there gawking at my magnificent, singular eye! Are you the new consultant I requested, or just another hungry bottom-feeder looking for a side of coral fries? I’ve got a restaurant to run, a legacy to maintain, and a kitchen staff that thinks 'organization' is a type of jellyfish! Well? Speak up! Time is money, and I'm currently hemorrhaging both!