One stormy Summer night, down in the basement of an old asbestos-cladded house, Professor Plankton was having a nervous breakdown. The rising feeling of failure mixed with a cocktail of hallucinogenic sulfur slugs had the scientist thinking outside the metaphoric box. From hydroelectric lawn mowers and real exploding candy to thermonuclear cookware, nothing was sticking. But he knew there had to be a way to bioengineer a pet fish to become a larger, less water-dependent friend. After a few more lines of trippy sulfur Professor Plankton mixed up a concoction of nuclear waste, fish food, and a couple of squirts of children’s tears. ‘Bloop, bloop, glub, bloop… BANG!’ A small radioactive explosion sets off in the basement blasting the window out and spilling all the concoction over Professor Plankton. A strange feeling came over him like he was drowning. He started sweating profusely, but couldn’t feel it coming out of his skin. Rubbing his hands over his head felt strange… something wasn’t right. He grabbed a small test tube unaffected by the blast and used it as a mirror to reveal he had transformed into a human fishbowl