Nemo Funny Novels & Stories

“And you’re like Marty, who was dead set to Finding Nemo. You’ve finally found your drift.” Suho leaned closer, their face 80 centimeters apart, “But, you’re my Nemo.” Afterward, he moved over and kissed her on the lips. Hana’s face turned pink flush. She leaned back, struggling to hide her smile. Suho tilted his head, checking Hana’s face, “So are you coming with us to Chuseok? I don’t want to leave my Nemo behind and get lost like Dory.” “Hahaha. Sure. You didn’t leave me any choice, did you? Still a smooth talker, eh?”

We left the museum for an aquarium, it was big and I was almost as fascinated as a little girl would be when we stopped at one and a mermaid swam to me, she was so beautiful that she waved. I knew she wasn't a real mermaid but she looked like one. We also saw a goldfish which is a classic aquarium fish and they come in a variety of sizes and colors too. I also saw a small, brightly colored fish with distinctive markings and association with the movie Finding Nemo. I'd forgotten what they were called until Mason reminded me that they’re called Clownfish. We saw lots more and different kinds of fishes, we also took multiple selfies before someone offered to take us a full picture which I was g

“Not now, princess. We all have to shower and then we’re going to see all the pretty fishies.” “Nebo?” she asked worriedly, and I grinned at the thought of the Disney movie that she insisted on watching at least five times a week, with her daddy and I of course! “Yes, Nemo too,” Christian promised. “I’ll be quick,” he told me as he picked Valerie up to head out. “You should get ready,” I smiled. “I’ll get her ready.” I said, reaching out to take Valerie from him. “No, it’s fine. You focus on you today, I'll handle it.”

he retorted back to her. Somito let out another growl from his throat, even angrier than the last. But Nomo didn't bat an eye. "You're just trying to provoke me," he said. "Don't be such a narcissist. That's just a happy side effect," Nomo quipped, turning back to Sofia. There was a faint, crooked smile on his lips that impacted her a heck of a lot more than it was supposed to, especially when a sultry darkness crept into his eyes. "In any case, that's for her to say, isn't it?"

Norayr says in awe, slowly cocking his head to the side as he sits back on his hind legs. The orb bounces up and down as if to say yes. If this were a horror film, following a suspicious glowing light would not end well. Look what it nearly did to Marlin and Dory in Finding Nemo. “We’re not in a horror movie or a Pixar film. I think you should follow it,” he insists. I roll my eyes and slowly get up, using the tree for support. “Fine, but if we end up dead, I get to say, ‘I told you so’.”

The entire ride we held hands and I felt a deep rush of content. There was something comforting, in the simple action of holding hands that made you feel safe and so loving. -- “For the last time, not every clownfish is called Nemo.” The small kid didn’t care, he pointed at the group of clownfish and screamed. “Nemo, Nemo, so many Nemo.” “Shush.” The elder guy, probably his brother shushed the small kid, grabbing his hand and walking away in the opposite direction. The kid waved at the fishes. “Bye Nemo.”

Jordan's arm around my shoulders, all three of us laughing at something, the fountain behind us making everything look like a normal Tuesday evening with normal friends doing nothing unusual. Jordan uploaded them before we even left the park. I watched the notification come through on my own phone and thought about a house across the city where Emerson was locked in somewhere his little sister had learned about from two drivers who hadn't known anyone was listening. I smiled for the camera.

I beamed at the little innocent, my voice was as excited as possible without scaring her more. "WOW, you have fish! I always wanted a pet." The little girl came out from her mother's leg and toddled to me with what I knew 100% to be her biggest smile of the day. She was sitting in my lap and showing me her fish, pointing and offering one of their names - the gold and yellow one I now knew was called Nemo. Unable to hold back, I stroked adoringly at the child's soft hair.

It’s not polite. So this was Nemo, Alex thought, with an inward gurgle of laughter. A lively bundle of pure mischief, no doubt. No wonder Margaret had looked so apprehensive last night. She stood up and put her head to one side. ‘How do you do, Nemo?’ she said down to the dog. ‘I must say you don’t look at all like a clown fish to me.’ She bent down to pat the puppy and was rewarded with several enthusiastic licks that made her laugh and tell the boy she thought his dog was lovely.

She giggled They call me nemo . Why ? Because they think i look like that fish in finding nemo... Seriously thought ? What am i compared to ? A fish !!??? "Hurry up......nemo " I darted towards her but she ran in the cafeteria. We were sitting on our usual round table when a hand slammed on the table . We look up to see the one and only Kelly .