Fancy Spongebob Restaurant Novels & Stories

“Amanda called in sick today, so she is not around. “Yeah, she called me this early morning.” Before I could say more, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A text from Marion lit up the screen: Lunch. Spago Beverly Hills. I’ll pick you up at one. My lips curved into a smile. Spago. Wolfgang Puck’s temple of fine dining, where even the waiters walked like they were on a runway. Expensive, exclusive, and so very Marion. Anastasia peeked over my shoulder, gasping. “Spago? Oh, honey, he’s spoiling you rotten.”

Nobody smiled. Dawn looked out for the street sign. There was one famous sushi restaurant that never changed. It was one of Dawn and Jericho’s favourite places to eat at. The owner was the head chef with a rather terrible temper. However, he was great with his hands and generous with his portions despite his foul mouth.

Spin is laughing at my reaction to the pink sand, “come on, baby girl. We’ll find something to put it in before we leave” I walked back up the pier and took his hand again as we continued to walk down the boardwalk towards a fancy restaurant. We walked into a place called the Dunmore, a restaurant in one of the other hotels along the boardwalk. I order an egg white scramble with breakfast potatoes and Spin orders the Dunmore Breakfast. I get an orange juice to drink, he orders a Bloody Mary… Gross!

"199 dollars for a full meal. You're easily pocketing 150 dollars in profit. You happy now? Making money off your coworkers like this? You're a real bloodsucker." I laughed out of sheer frustration. 199 dollars for over 50 people to have an all-you-can-eat seafood feast, with explicit demands for lobster and king crab. And he thought I was making 150 bucks in profit? Ignoring him, I opened my chat with Landon. I took clear photos of our business license and the storefront sign that read "Baxter Diner" and sent them over.

Alex asks somewhat bewildered. Alex and I are currently at a fancy restaurant named the Nemo’s reef. It is a seafood restaurant, though seafood is not my favorite Alex compelled me to give it a try. Alex had been an incredible gentleman so far, and I was actually having a great time. We were currently waiting for our food, so we were talking about random silly things…..like my love life. “Yea – yeah”, I agree looking away in embarrassment.

he says, grinning. “Men, can we go?” I tease. Their eyes sweep me over. Brandon says, “You look good.” “I know,” I reply with a smile. We drive to McCurvy’s, the best burger spot in town. Memories rush back of my off-days here—Singapore noodles, fish burgers, Wi-Fi, and people from all walks of life. Inside, I notice renovations. Likely new ownership. We take a corner booth. “What will you have, Princess?” Brandon asks.

The sarcasm was laid thick in Jackson’s voice. “It’s not that bad, at the very least we can get my dad to like you instead of pushing Gerard on Riley all the time.” Sam stated. “Yeah and Riley and I can just go out for sushi with the girls.” Mandy added. “Seafood sounds amazing, but not sushi, I want lobster or crab.” “Well the club downstairs doesn’t open until three, but there is a spot downtown that does sushi, steak, lobster, and crab, so whatever you want.” “We’ll go there, it sounds delicious.” Riley answered.

When the bus stopped and let them out, Luna and Sasha were bewildered by the busy city streets. "Step up, and buy a fresh Avalon Spicy Hotdog!" "Titanic Burger and Shake is now open! All first-time customers get a free discount on their first order!" "Shop at New Moon, the trendiest fashion store in Avalon!" Sasha and Luna were distracted constantly by restaurants and shops promoting their businesses. People were coming in and out of stores; the wafting smells of food and perfume mixed and blended into the lively streets. "Wow, it's like I've stepped into a whole new different place~!" exclaimed Sasha.

“What’s wrong with looking for SpongeBob?” He’s fighting a smile. I can see it in the way his mouth twitches. “Nothing, if that’s your thing. I’m sure I could find you a SpongeBob centre. T-shirts. Balloons. A life-sized mascot, too. Just say the words and it’s all yours.” “No thanks,” I say, pulling down the sun visor and flipping open the mirror. I check my reflection and, thankfully, my anxiety didn’t melt my mascara. “I’m more of a Squidward girl.”

With a wink, I step out the door, shutting it behind me with a chuckle. "You little bitch," I hear Sabrina call out from the other side, which only makes me laugh harder as she opens the door, shooting me a mock glare. "I love you," I reply in a playful, childish voice, trying to keep a straight face despite the giggles bubbling up. "Love my ass, you jerk," she retorts, and we both dissolve into laughter, the kind that lifts away any lingering annoyance and fills the air with joy. After a while, we make our way to the restaurant and snag a cozy corner booth. The menu boasts the usual suspects: hamburgers, pizza, pasta, fish, and a variety of sides. The restaurant’s interior is elegantly desi