Round Spongebob Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

Deciding to ignore her, I just rolled my eyes and put my phone back in my jeans. "Does she have a "like" syndrome? I heard it's deadly, especially for brain cells," It's a miracle! JerkAss actually said something right and bright. "MR. LANGSTON!" A shout came from the shop. We turn around and groaned when we saw it was the best friend of Sponge Bob, Patrick. -I made a joke. "Call me Reed, starfish." That's actually funny, "Mr. Langston is my father, the one with gray hairs and a lot of wrinkles." Now that's just plain rude.