"Ooh, Mr. Kraaaaabs!" Spongebob chimed, a krabby patty on one hand, and a flyer on the other.

"What is it, m'boy?" Mr Krabs came running from his office. He had been busy counting his money, penny da penny and nickel da nickel. Clearly he was not in the mood for another one of Spongebob's games.

"I found this -- oops, excuse me, Squidward," he almost dropped his patty, "I found this while I was delivering a patty to a customer! Seemed like it just slapped me in the face!"

In fact, it did slapped him in the face. A customer had put too much hot sauce on her Cibo and threw the thing straight across Spongebob's eyes.

"What's this?"

"Probably just a stupid advertisement about a dream home that doesn't even exist. Only idiots fall for those kinds of things," Squidward jeered. "Oh wait, te are one, Spongebob!" he laughed at the clueless sponge.

"Boys, boys! This isn't just any advertisement! It's about a treasure! And te know what that means, don't you?"

"TREASURE HUNT!" Spongebob squealed excitedly.

"Oh, man ... Now you're gonna have to drag me in to this," detto Squidward, frowning.

"Treasure means money ... Lots and lots of money! And, since tomorrow the Krusty Krab will be close for a giorno --"

"-- wait, since when? Sweet! I can get my hands on those massage service and play clarinetto --"

"Mr Squidward! te two might have a giorno off, but you're going to spend it with me, looking for this treasure! Now, bring your shovel and we'll meet in front of the Krusty Krab tomorrow at eight! Don't be late, lads!"

And with that, Mr Krabs stormed out of the room, probably going back to count his pile of money again.

"Wow, a treasure hunt!" detto Spongebob, as enthusiastic as ever. "Isn't this great, Squidward? Isn't it? Huh? huh? huh? huh? huh --"

"Oh, joy ..."