𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 part 11 Plankton was already halfway off the chair, his laughter turning into a wince as he realized he wasn't as steady as he thought. Karen rushed over, her hands firm but gentle as she helped him back down. "Easy there, tough guy," she teased. Plankton's giggles turned into a soft chuckle, his body still feeling the effects of the anesthesia. He leaned into her touch. "Tish wash... funmy," he murmured, his eye still not quite focusing. Karen couldn't help but smile at his innocent statement. "You sure you're okay?" Sandy asked, her voice tinged with amusement. "M'good," he slurred, his eye still not quite focusing. "What's so funny?" Karen asked, her voice filled with curiosity. "The... the... tish," he managed. His eye was still half-closed, his mouth lopsided with the gauze sticking out. Drool was starting to form at the corner of his mouth. Sandy couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him, his usual cunning persona replaced by something so vulnerable. Karen and Sandy shared a knowing glance. The anesthesia had definitely made him loopy. "Tish wath tickly," Plankton mumbled, his voice still thick. "Goeth... goeth... we aww goo to the... the... lobby?" Plankton mumbles. Karen and Sandy exchange a look, a silent agreement that he was indeed experiencing the 'loopy' phase the nurse had warned about. Sandy nodded, trying not to laugh. "Yeah, we can go to the lobby," she said. Plankton nodded, his eye wide with innocent excitement. The three of them made their way out of the surgical room and into the brightly lit hallway. Plankton's steps were wobbly, from the anesthesia. The lights are bright, making him squint and whine. "Owwie," he says, his hand shooting up to cover his eye. Chip looked up from his book, his eyes widening at the sight of his father's swollen mouth and dazed expression. Plankton turns to his son, his gaze slightly glazed. "Hi... hi... Chip," he says, his voice high-pitched and childlike. Karen sighs, seeing the worry in Chip's eyes. "It's okay," she says. Plankton's eye widened, and he looked at his hand as if surprised to find it there. "Whu...?" he said, his voice high-pitched and childlike. Karen's smile grew wider. "We're going home. Let's find where we parked." Plankton nodded. "My... mouthy," he mumbled through the gauze. They walked slowly to the car, Karen's arm around his waist, keeping him steady. The car's interior was warm, a stark contrast to the coolness of the dental office. Plankton sighed as he sunk into the seat. Karen carefully buckled him in, her eyes never leaving his. "Comfortable?" she asked, her voice gentle. Plankton nodded, his eye half-closed. "Mmhmm," he mumbled, his head lolling against the headrest as Karen started the car. As Karen navigated the parking lot, Plankton's hand shot up to the window. "Wook! The... the caw!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder. Sandy and Chip couldn't help but exchange amused looks. It was like watching a toddler discover the world for the first time. Karen's heart swelled with a mix of love and protection. She knew this was just a temporary side effect of the anesthesia, but seeing him so carefree was a rare treat. As they drove home, Plankton pointed out the window, his voice filled with excitement. "Wook, the tweef!" he exclaimed, his finger poking the window. Sandy couldn't help but smile at his innocence. Karen watched him in the rearview mirror, her heart swelling with affection. "Remember," she said gently, "you've seen trees before, sweetie." Plankton nodded, his gaze still fixed on the world, pointing at the sky. "Biwdies." His voice was so soft, it was like he was speaking to himself. Chip leaned over to Karen. "Is this normal?" he whispered. Karen just chuckled. "It's the drugs," she said. "They make him see things differently." Plankton's hand dropped from the window. "I'm sho tiwweeddd," he murmured. Karen nodded. "We're almost home," she said. The car ride was smooth, the engine's purr lulling Plankton closer to sleep. His eye closed completely, his head lolling against the headrest as he began to snore softly. Sandy watched him from the backseat, a soft smile playing on her lips. It was strange to see Plankton so... peaceful. The car pulled into the garage, and Karen gently shook him awake. "Whu...?" he mumbled, his eye blinking slowly. "Home," she whispered. "We're home." Plankton nodded, his head lolling back. Karen helped Plankton out of the car, his legs wobbly and his grip unsteady. His drool had soaked through the gauze, leaving a wet stain on his mouth. "Oh, you," Karen said, shaking her head with a smile. Sandy and Chip followed behind, carrying the dental bag. They walked slowly through the house, each step echoing in the hallway. Plankton leaned heavily on Karen, his body still not quite in sync with his mind. They reached the couch, where Plankton flopped down with a sigh, the gauze in his mouth sticking out. The drool had formed a small puddle over his chin. "Tish wath... tickly," he said, his voice still thick and slurred. Karen couldn't help but laugh, her eyes full of love. Plankton giggled. "Jewwy... gooood." Chip watched with interest, his curiosity piqued by his father's odd behavior. "Daddy, are you okay?" he asked. Karen wiped Plankton's chin with a napkin. "He's just a bit loopy," she explained to Chip. "It's from the medicine they gave him." Chip nodded, though his brow remained furrowed. "What's so funny?" Sandy asked gently. Plankton's eye opened, focusing on her face. "You," he said, his voice still slurred. Sandy's eyes widened in surprise. "Me?" she asked. Plankton nodded, his chuckles growing louder. "You wook... funmy," he said, his words slurred. Chip, his curiosity piqued, approached the couch. "Can I... sit here?" he asked tentatively. Plankton nodded, patting the spot next to him. "C'mere, Chip." Karen watched as their son sat. Chip looked down at his father, his expression a mix of concern and fascination. "Why are you so funny?" he asked. Plankton's eye twinkled with amusement. "The... the... teefy stuff," he murmured. His hand reached out, his finger tracing the curve of Chip's cheek. "Sho soft." Sandy and Karen watched the exchange, their smiles growing wider. It was rare to see Plankton so affectionate, especially in such a public setting. But the anesthesia had lowered his inhibitions, bringing forth a tenderness that was usually reserved for his quiet moments with Karen. Chip's unsure of how to react, Plankton's gaze still hazy but filled with love. "Youw sho... sho... wookwum," Plankton managed to say, his voice still thick with the remnants of the anesthesia. Karen watched them, her heart swelling with warmth. It wasn't often that Plankton was this affectionate without the fear of judgment. The surgery had peeled back a layer of his armor, revealing the tender soul underneath. "I... I wuv... you," Plankton slurred, his hand still on Chip's cheek. The words were unexpected, and Chip's expression softened. "Love you too, Dad," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Plankton's hand dropped to his side. Sandy's gaze went from Plankton to Chip and back again, her own heart swelling at the sight. It was clear that despite the loopy state he was in, the words were genuine.

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖻𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 part 12 Plankton's hand moved slowly to cover Chip's, his thumb tracing circles over his son's knuckles. "Youw... youw shy shweet," he murmured. Chip looked down at their hands, his eyes wide. Karen watched the two of them, her heart swelling. The anesthesia had stripped away Plankton's usual defensiveness, allowing for a rare moment of unfiltered affection. Sandy felt a lump form in her throat, her eyes misting over as she took in the tender scene. "Chip," Plankton murmured, his voice slurred but earnest. "Youw my... my... bestest shon." Chip looked up at his father, surprise and confusion etched on his features. He'd never heard Plankton call him that before, his usual greetings consisting of 'hello' or a grumble about his experiments. But here his father was, with his mouth puffed up and his words slurred, telling him he was his best son. Chip felt his cheeks warm. "Daddy," he said, his voice shaky. "I love you too." Plankton's eye grew even softer. "I'm... I'm shorry," he slurred, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm shorry for... for not sayin' ith moreth." Sandy's heart clenched at his words. It was clear that the anesthesia was drawing out feelings he normally kept hidden. The door burst open, and in bounced SpongeBob. "Plankton!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide. "What happened to your mouth?" Karen and Sandy shared a look, trying not to laugh. "He had his wisdom teeth out," Karen explained. SpongeBob's eyes grew even wider, if possible. "Wow, that sounds... interesting," he said, his innocent curiosity shining through. He hopped over to the couch, his spongy body bouncing. Plankton, still in his loopy state, looked at Sponge Bob with a newfound interest. "Spongemah- I... Youw cane to thee me?" Sponge Bob nodded, his eyes sparkling. "Of course, Plankton!" He sat down beside him, his curiosity getting the better of him. Plankton's gaze went to his son, then back to Sponge Bob. "You know, Sponge Bob," he began, his speech slurring slightly, "I hab... thimgs thaf maketh me... thpecial." He paused, his eye drifting off to the side as he searched for the right words. "I hab... autism," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. Sponge Bob's smile didn't waver. "That's cool, Plankton!" he exclaimed. "We're all special in our own way." Plankton's dazed smile broadened, and he reached out with his free hand to pat Sponge Bob's shoulder. "Thath's... tha's wight," he said, his fingers lingering for a moment before dropping to his side again. Sandy watched the interaction with a mix of amusement and surprise. It was clear that Plankton was still heavily influenced by the anesthesia, but she could see the genuine warmth in his eye as he spoke to Sponge Bob. It was as if the drugs had unlocked a part of him that was usually hidden from view. "SpongeBob," Plankton mumbled, his speech still slurred. "Youw... youw my... my beshtest fwend." He leaned over, wrapping his other arm around Sponge Bob. The sponge looked slightly startled but quickly recovered, returning the embrace. "Aw, Plankton," Sponge Bob said, patting his back gently. "You're my best friend too!" His eyes lit up, a wide smile spreading across his face. Karen and Sandy watched as Plankton, still loopily dazed, clung to Sponge Bob, his usual cunning and scheming persona replaced by something softer, sweeter. It was a rare sight indeed, one that made them both feel a sense of wonderment and warmth. "Bestest fren's... shhare shecrets," Plankton murmured, his speech still slurred. "Well your secret's safe with me, but I gotta get going," SpongeBob said, his voice filled with understanding and kindness. He gently pried himself from Plankton's embrace, his smile never wavering as he left. The room fell quiet as Sponge Bob's footsteps faded away. Plankton's eye closed again, his breathing evening out as the drugs continued to wear off. Karen and Sandy exchanged glances, each one filled with a mix of amusement and something deeper, something that felt like a glimpse into Plankton's true heart. "I've never seen him like this," Sandy murmured, her voice filled with wonder. "It's like he's a different person." Karen nodded. "The anesthesia can bring out unexpected things," she said. "But it's good to see him so open." Chip leaned back into the sofa, his gaze fixed on his father. "I didn't know you felt that way," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Plankton's hand found its way to his son's, his grip firm. "I do," he managed to say, his speech still thick. "Alwayth." Karen's heart melted at the sight of them, so comfortable in their makeshift embrace. It was as if the walls Plankton so meticulously built had crumbled, if only for a moment. Chip looked up at his mother, his eyes glistening. "Is he okay?" he asked Karen. "He's just coming out of it," Karen assured, her voice gentle. "The medicine makes people say and do funny things." Sandy nodded in understanding, her eyes never leaving Plankton.