Nemo Funny Novels & Stories

It pricked its ears, advanced towards Irene and barked. ‘Nemo,’ the boy said, ‘don’t. It’s not polite.’ So this was Nemo, Irene thought, with an inward gurgle of laughter. A lively bundle of pure mischief, no doubt. No wonder Diane 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.

It suddenly came to my mind how soft it was. "Oh, wow! Mimo!" I shook my head as I heard Mr. Legazpi exclaims. "Tell me, is your brother named Nemo." He jokes, and I divert my attention at Mr. Legaspi. I shyly smile as I deny that I have a brother named Nemo. After I introduce myself, all the girls introduce themselves as well. We discuss for hours, and while talking about the rules, his fiancee walks to our room. We are astounded as we can see a beautiful goddess entering.

He gathered them all up, and they rushed to the sanctuary, and for fifteen minutes, Aiden was thoroughly captivated by Flipper, the dolphin, and his handler. They moved on to the aquarium next, where they spent the bulk of their outing. "Mom," Aiden was in his element. He pointed at the shoal of bright fish in the tank. "Nemo!" "Yeah, baby, that's a clownfish," Eden kissed his cheek. "Good job, Aid!" "Who's Nemo?" Liam asked as he snatched her water bottle and took a long gulp. "Are you serious?" She gawked at him, thinking he's messing with her. But he looked as blank as a clean sheet of paper. "You don't know Nemo?"

I liked it. I… liked… “Daddy!” Neo shouted excitedly, quickly pulling me out of my thoughts. “Look, I can catch a peanut with my mouth!” Neo proceeded to throw one of the peanuts up in the air and effortlessly catch it with his mouth. River clapped like it was the most entertaining and amazing thing in the universe and somehow, in some way I began to think to myself… It might not be too bad getting closer with him.

He was heading straight for us, a staff in his hand with strings of shells attached to the top, and shells hanging from his ears, all rattling melodically as he walked over. I can’t say I’m an expert on frog facial expression — it tends to be a big sarcastic smile most of the time (and often is) — but this particular frogman was sending clear vibes of annoyance ahead of him. “What is this?” he squealed in a voice like a blender on pulse. “Humans? You invite in humans?” “Oh, chill out,” said Nabbo. “They aren’t humans, they’re Visitors.”