Sideshow Bob Novels & Stories

Blake asked the face within the sphere. “I’m known as Bob.” The face replied. “Bob,” Blake replied with skepticism. “Yes, Bob, what disappointing that I don’t have a fancy name like Lucifer or Beelzebub? It’s Bob.” Bob replied back. “Just surprising, is all. It’s a very common name.” Blake replied. “So is Blake and Michael, what’s your point?” Bob asked. “None. I guess I was only having an idle conversation with a floating face.” Blake said, turning his attention to Susan with the Staff of Moses.

asked Uncle Bob. She chuckled and shook her head in amusement. "Come on, follow me. I will change your appearance to be more attractive, “said Uncle Bob. "Where are we going?" asked her. "I don't want my appearance to be changed. I'm comfortable with how I look now." Uncle Bob rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on. No kidding,” said Uncle Bob. "You need a makeover, Safira." Uncle Bob changed his clothes and asked Safira to leave. He took Safira to watch movies, and eat, and invited Safira to play timezone. Uncle Bob made Safira happy until Safira felt uncomfortable if she refused his invitation to take over.

Instead, Hiraku seems excited to see his progress. "I see that you made a lot of progress" "yes, but it wasn't enough" Answers Bob dejectedly, but before the atmosphere gets heavy Hiraku stands next to him and pats his back repeatedly "don't say that young Bob, he looks incredible! " Although at the moment the sled is just a couple of loose parts and boards, Hiraku could clearly imagine the end result. Even Anne is surprised. "It will be huge! why did they make it so long? "It is not clear? In this world we are stronger, we can carry much more weight so pulling a bigger sled shouldn't be a problem. Bob wanted a sled to ride, but I think it's too soon for that"

So I said nothing. He chuckled and leaned against the wall. “You won’t find him tonight. But I’m here if you want to talk... or plot revenge.” I turned on my heels without another word. Bob was dangerous—but not the same kind of dangerous as Ace. He was clever, charming, and unpredictable. And maybe—just maybe—that made him even more dangerous. And the fact that I didn't want to admit how handsome he was... being good looking might be a thing in the family. *******

He bowed, waved, and smiled at everyone. Bob was a veteran in the underworld and because of his buck teeth, he was also known as Buck Bob, but no one dared to call him that in his face. Those who called him Buck Bob in his face were either dead or in a coma. There was someone else who followed Bob up on stage—Haiden! Haiden looked extremely proud. He became Bob’s secretary in the society. In just a few short days, he had gotten closer to Bob and they already called each other brothers.

Well, almost forgotten. She did know he planned on visiting. But she wasn’t expecting him to show up in the foyer of her hotel while she was with Justin. And she had no idea what Justin must be thinking. Not happy was the first thought when she met his gaze and saw his expression. “It’s nice to meet you,” Bobby said with a broad grin. “You’re the IT guy, right? From Johnson Company?” he asked, making the profession sound as dull as ditchwater. “Not anymore,” Justin corrected.

Looking down and quickly ran back to the driver’s side like a cat running from a dog. A very drop-dead gorgeous dog. Bob wore a neon sweater, with black cargo shorts that looked like it had seen better days. I’m guessing he was probably in his late forties and had male pattern baldness. His sweater looked to be two sizes smaller than the size he should have gotten. “Hi, Bob!” Ava greeted with a wink. Making bob blush more. “Eww, Ava,” I whispered. “He’s old enough to be our father. Plus, he looks like such a creeper.”

“But I wasn't. I'll only let you get your noodles, if you will let me call you pops” “Come on Stiles” “Tsk tsk tsk” “Okay fine.. You can call me pops” “YyyesSS” “But I'll keep on trying to set the cube, and if I'm able to set all the sides.. You'll stop calling me pops” “That’s not a problem. So pops can I get your noodles” “Ahh... Alright, go.. cranky kid” So that's how the name pops began.... But.... there was this Saturday I picked up the cube, sat on the sofa and tried fixing it up. After few minutes of turning the box, I was able to set all the sides a different color...

Along his back, a spinal ridge glowed a shifting kaleidoscope of colors. Bob grinned, flashing rows of teeth. “Lookin’ good, Carolyn. Betcha kick Michelle Kwan’s ass any day.” She scowled. “Piss off, Bob.” Bob spread his hands. “Aw, come on. Don’ be mad. The spell worked, didn’ it? Got what ya wanted, a big ole’ wet one, right on the lips!” A leer stretched his rubbery face. “Didja get any tongue?” “Bob!” She kicked the ice. “Not cool!”

Henshaw was some kind of magician that poured colors in the darkness of the room. “Let’s settle down please, thank you,” Mr Henshaw said and the room grew quiet. “Alright, let’s start with the pressing issue on ground. Bob,” he adjusted his glasses as he signaled at Bob who had a disturbing smile on his face that made everyone question his sanity. “Are you alright, Mr Bob?” Mr. Henshaw threw the young man a sincere look of concern. “Perfectly alright!” Bob smiled. ‘They don’t know what they’re about to hear,’ he chuckled to himself as he motioned towards the platform to share the information with them.