Sideshow Bob Novels & Stories

Bob was the boss of Skyspring’s underworld… How could anyone not feel fearful at the mention of his name? However, the fact that a person like him was actually so obedient and respectful to Mr. Yarde was simply shocking. Kayson gave Bob the order to locate Tristan before he got a room for Devon to rest. Then, he headed upstairs to meet Zidane. Bob worked efficiently. His subordinates located Tristan in a club and knocked him out before bringing him to Bob’s place right away. Tristan shouted after regaining consciousness, “B*stard! How dare you do this to me! Do you know who my backer is?

She must quit her addiction and have a healthy appearance can appear. Looking at Bob’s disappointed appearance, Lalisa reached out to touch his little face and said gently, “Okay, don’t be sad. Look at your little hand. Come on, auntie will take you to wash your hands.” Lalisa led him to the sink, holding his small hand under the faucet. Bob stood there still looking at her, wanting to talk again. Lalisa couldn’t help but ask, “Why do you want me to be your mother?” Bob casually let her wipe his hands for him, looked at her for a long time before saying, “You, good person, I, I like you.”

His assistant smiles slightly moving from his spot and intertwines his hands together with a straight face. " Hello. I am Beezow Doo-Doo Zopittybop-Bob-Bob. Until Boss returns, I will be in your care. Oh. I forgot I am 29 years old. Although Boss doesn't know that I am older than him but I am ok!" Aurora blinks twice, then looks at him with a very serious expression which makes him gulp. " Excuse me! You what?" she asks tilting her head aside. Not quite understand what that was.

It must hurt a lot. The fumbles on the door knob behind alerted them of someone's presence the door creaked open with the sleepy face of a teen boy with a mole on his nose popped out of the door. "Yess" He drawled trying to blink sleep away from his eyes and Declan sighed seeing the familiar face. "Bobo... Hey its me" He said calmly, unlike his usually authoritative voice, this one held a hint of friendliness. Bob's eyes cleared immediately at the familiar voice that struck his hearing, that voice he would never forget, that voice he had not heard for like a decade.

Perhaps he might be packing dynamite if all the Riders were as good as Cracker proclaimed Steel was--- and at that, my pussy once again reminded me, that BOB wasn’t a real man and that Prez could definitely outperform him any day of the week… “Got it,” he suddenly exclaimed, bringing me back to the present. Embarrassed at my own thought, I quickly shook them off and focused! He opened up a side panel--- and to my surprise, the compartment where the motor was supposed to be was a large box filled with SD cards.

"Yes, of course. The fiercest and most ruthless Bobby of the south of the city! "Weren't you being such an arrogant smartass just now, you bastard? Let's see if you're going to call Mommy for help when Bobby's finally here!" "That's awesome!" Susan exclaimed gleefully. "I've heard of Bobby for the longest time! He's the king of the underworld in the south of the city, and everybody fears him to death! "You're so awesome, Baldy! I can't believe that you're actually friends with someone like Bobby!" "Exactly," Baxter said proudly. "I even had drinks with him just about a month ago."

“Can we just stay for a while. I promise we will not stay long.” I shook my head. I leaned closer so she could hear me. “I am sorry Yssa. I cannot do this. Loud music gives me headache and everything going on in here is going against my morals.” She frowned. “Kate.” “I mean it,” I said. “I feel like my mother can sense me right now.” I turned again only to bump straight into a chest. A chest with too much confidence. I stepped back quickly and looked up. Bob. Bob with his Bob hair. That strange haircut that never made sense to me. Bob who was supposed to be in Los Angeles. Bob who always smiled like he knew something you did not want to know.

“Come on, Tabitha…” He’s such a bad influence. And it’s ridiculous how I let myself get influenced. I grab the pen from his hand and begin drawing a round-head alien beside his dick-shaped rocket illustration. “This is Bob,” I mutter, drawing a round-headed alien with lopsided eyes. “He crash-landed here from some planet where all their spaceships look like dicks.” Reed snorts. “Figures. Bet they’re all overcompensating.” “He came to Earth for snacks,” I add, giving Bob stubby little arms and a sad face. “His home planet ran out of pudding cups.”

He glanced and saw Bob opening his mouth. "How are you, bro?" Bob sitting beside him, asked him after a laugh from the words of Chloe's deity. Bob's deity was sitting on his shoulder like a boss. Yman, even noticed that Bob's deity already had arms. Looks like Bob's deity was at level 2 already, same with Chloe's deity. Whereas his Sistela was level 1 only. Chloe was secretly thanking Bob for intervening before the situation became more difficult for her. Although, Bob doesn't know about it.

Bob has already been activating his plan to take down Kadeem that he told his secretary about. Bob sits the recliner chair in his hotel room. He got exactly what he wanted from Susan, information about Kadeem’s weakness. Bob takes another sip of his drink and chuckles. Susan has no idea what he’s been up to. Bob leans his head back against his recliner and shuts his eyes. He goes through his memories of all the havoc he has created in Kadeem’s pack.