Sideshow Bob Novels & Stories

Rob, a thuggish youth with a toothpick between his teeth, strode up to them, stopping them. He looked between them, not even stopping to take a second look at Cindy, as he soon gaped at Helen, dropping his toothpick. "Shit!" He cursed even as he spaced out. "What's going on here?" Bob, a pudgy man strode up to them as well, frowning. "If you're here to talk shop, I'm sorry, but we were just bought out and… Shit!" He reacted no different from Rob when he saw Helen and barked, "Quit gawking! Don't just let her stand there—go get a chair and some tea!"

In fact, I found myself wrapped tightly in a black cashmere blanket, warm and safe as if I were in a cocoon. 【The Boss is actually pretty thoughtful.】 【Tsundere confirmed.】 【The Boss must have just been in a good mood last night. This woman is going to get herself killed sooner or later.】 I quickly dressed and ran to the living room. The sight before me made me gasp. Bob was still on the sofa, but he was no longer the 45-year-old man from yesterday. His hair was completely white, his face was a mask of deep wrinkles, and his skin was as slack as a dried apple.

If this was your tonight’s concert your fans would have gone crazy. - You think so? Did I do well? - Well? Don’t underestimate yourself, you did great! - I was afraid that due to my sadness I wouldn’t be able to play again. Still, I would wish to not appear yet in front of my fans. I should discuss this with Bob. Have you seen him? Bob? - No I haven’t, I had all eyes on you. - Strange…oh, there he is. Bob was opening the studio door using his massive body and in his hands was holding two cappuccinos and an expresso. He must have done his homework well.

Her eyes were purely white like a child's, with a black pupil perfectly set in the middle. "I'm actually Dr. Roselyde but I usually find it too official and boring." she said and shyly chuckled. "Hah hah! You can call me Bob by the way, I'm Hanson Bobberclyde. Hans is way too official and boring too." they both laughed still holding hands, only more firmly this time around. "I'm afraid I have to go now, I've just completed my shift and it's been a busy and tiresome day." "It's understandable, but uhm... don't you have a contact? I would like to catch up with you later, if you don't mind."

After preparing a full course meal for the both of them, Suyi prepped the table and called Bob to eat. “Hey Bob, what’s your real name? Why are you in your beast form?” Suyi suddenly asked and glanced at him from her peripheral vision. Bob ignored her for a couple of seconds, then he suddenly vanished after stopping on his tracks and stating he had something to do “I have to go” leaving Suyi all alone. …

“Linda, please call me Professor Bob. I’m delighted to meet you again, my Japanese friend.” Bob’s unsteady eyes stared at me as if wanting to convey a bit of happiness. But instead, his eyes looked like they were twitching, making his face look even more strange.

Bobby, a black- American, tall, rugged-looking man, with dreadlocks was seen returning her smile. “Hey,” he said to Alice, and she motioned for him to get in. They were just a few feet toward the couch when Alice asked, “Do you have the information ready?” She had been waiting for him to get back to her since noon. Bobby’s brows furrowed slightly when he heard her words. He hadn’t thought that the information would be the first thing on her mind when they meet. He had been thinking that he would get to have sex with her, and also try out a new kink.

Bob gestured at them to leave while he shut the door hastily. Immediately Bob marked up his face with a pretentious smile to hide his frustrations from her. Barney looked at him bewildered as though she was wondering if he'd never gives up. She deliberately ignored the smile on his face and simply stared at him. "How are you doing sweetie?" Bob facing her asked in a firm but not unpleasant tone still maintaining the fake smile. He was a fair skin chubby man with ice blue eyes, perhaps about her own father age. He wore dark, fitted trousers and a fitted blue and white plaid shirt with golden necklace that glitters in the light of her lantern. Around his waist he tucked up a silver pistol with

With that overgrown beard, over-tanned skin, and that ridiculous worn-out leather jacket. Tobias makes a diamond shape with his fingers and peers at me through it with one eye. “Oh, I see it now. You are Bobo the clown? Or is it Molly the clown, since you are a girl?” Tobias snickers. “And what are you? A scarecrow?” I say as I push my way past him. I can hear him laughing from behind me. I wish I could shift so that I can drag his bum ass along the riverside. “Why are you angry, sweetheart? I like clowns, actually. It’s a compliment. By the way, your mascara is running, your teeth have lipstick stains, and your wig is crooked…unless it’s all in the name of the fabulous costume,” he bawks at

"Who is the boss of Sable Media?" Immediately, Bob panicked. He wished he could bury his head in the sand. He did not care whether Gerard would show up. He just hoped he could leave Templer Road alive. After all, Bob had never underestimated Chad. He just had not figured him out. "The one sitting shotgun is the boss of Sable Media, Bob Ochendirk!" Chad chuckled as he heard Coco say Bob's name. He approached Bob's car and lightly knocked on the windscreen. Bob shivered and almost peed his pants, but he had no choice but to exit the car.