Plankton Spongebob Novels & Stories

she said, sighing looking at her phone, bringing it to her chest. She walked to her cubicle to drown herself in work before she went home, she was typing furiously when her phone beeped. 2:00pm Squidward : Guess what?!. 2:00pm SpongeBob : You know I'm not good at guessing. 2:00pm Squidward : I'll buy you your favorite ice cream. 2:01pm SpongeBob : How can you buy me ice cream when you are miles away from me except if you want to order it for me and I don't mind.

I asked, she immediately nodded. I turned on the tv for her before i walked to the kitchen to grab something to eat, i was too lazy to prepare anything, so i just poured myself some cereals. I took the bowl and went and sat beside Lilly. And i ended up watching cartoon with her. Yup. What have happened to my life lately is beyond me. "Is that yellow thing a sponge ?" I asked before i placed the spoon in my mouth, "Why would a sponge live under water ?" My eyebrows furrowed, "They also have a pool underwater ? What the fuck!"

To me this is my first time on the island, so I don’t know how they usually does it, I am guessing via a magic spells or something. “Oh that….we can breath normally under the water…using these…”. (Corporal Leku) “.…The fuck is that?…”. Leku pulled out something that looks like a cut of Golden kelp that shaped like a square at the size of 2X2 inches big, that is not what shocked me the most, it’s just that the kelp were actually gently wiggling and moving around like it was alive. “The locals called them Tongue Kelp…according to them, these thing is a docile and harmful Tier 1 Sea Plant monster…this little thing taste great if we just barbecued them…but it also enable us to breath under water

Sebastian asked, struggling to hold back his laughter. Tera snorted but still answered, "Oh, yes. So, in that cartoon, there's a character named SpongeBob, the yellow one, and there's the boss of the Krusty Krab who sells Krabby Patty and is so stingy. The boss is named Mr. Krabs and he has a whale as a child." "Wait. You mean a crab has a whale child? How is that possible, crossing species like that?" "Boss, it can be, don't question the logic of everything, this is just a cartoon." "Yes, but..."

"And my phone is fully charged for the inevitable thousand photos." We moved through the exhibits slowly, letting the girls set the pace. Sophie became fascinated with the jellyfish, pressing her palm against the glass while translucent bodies pulsed through dark water lit by shifting blue lights. "They don't have brains," she announced with the seriousness of someone sharing classified information. "Or hearts. But they've been around for millions of years." "That's really cool," Luna said, mimicking Sophie's pose against the glass. "Do you think they're friends with each other?"

I say with an edge of frustration. “This is a dolphin!” Dmitry squeaks as he makes the dolphin swim through the air. “I read about them in school. They breathe air just like us!” “Oh?” I say as I scrub piles of plates after supper. The dishes are all precariously stacked next to the sink. One wrong move and the tower of bowls may topple over. “And this! This is a sea star!” He exclaims. “It has hundreds of tube feet and no brain!” “No brain!” I say, emphasizing his shock.

She looked at him, blinking twice with pouted lips. "What?" "How the hell are you enjoying this?" he asked. "Huh?" "How can there be fire underwater? A car crashes into them, and they get up the next second. SpongeBob sliced himself into pieces, and a snail… the snail meowed! It’s not a fucking cat! And Patrick literally swallowed his own brain and laughed. How the fûck Sandy able to stay underwater? And what’s a rocket doing under the—" Morticia’s laughter cut him off, echoing through the room as Klaus stared at her seriously, only making her laugh harder.

*** “This is Spongebob. He is Barbie’s boyfriend.” “Why Spongebob? Hulk is a lot better. He is strong, and he’s a superhero.” “He’s ugly! And he can’t even talk. Hulk only smashes.” “Then Barbie is not a nice person. She doesn’t like Hulk just because he’s ugly?” “She isn’t mean. You are mean! MOM!!” “Mica, you chose Barbie, let Manu choose the toy he wants to use.” The two women were watching this exchange through the large glass doors that connected the garden to the living room.

Including the roof, it was made up of glass. In the center, among palm trees, exotic shrubs, and giant ferns on a light brown wooden floor was a cream-colored rug on which stood two beige sofas and four armchairs of the same color around a low wooden table. On it stood a white frosted glass vase full of anemones, which immediately caught her attention because, as cut flowers, they didn’t fit into an interior full of various species of living plants. She supposed they were only here for her sake. “Do you like anemone coronaria?” She asked, but he didn't know what she was talking about. "I asked if you like anemones, but I see you don't. You treat them only as a prop.”

Dicken grumbled unhappily, although he did put me on the reef and reluctantly pulled out, his tail shifting as he moved. Then, he carried me and swam out of the cave past the waterfall, back to the cave where I had entered. As he extended his hand, two luminous planktons that resembled stingrays floored off the roof of the cave as if hearing his call, and arrived before me. I looked at those tiny mystifying creatures in confusion and reached out to touch their shining skin—it felt icy smooth, and their bodies shrank as if from shyness when I touched them. Then, they moved, with one covering my upper body like a bandeau, while the other dangled off my waist like a skirt. When they were done,