Sideshow Bob Novels & Stories

"Anything else, or can I finally catch a break?" Bob pocketed his phone, a glint of determination in his deep, dark eyes. It took a moment before he finally headed downstairs. He bumped into Sean's dad, Harrison Smith, who let out a weary sigh. "If Sean had even a smidge of your drive, I wouldn't be half as worried. You're not planning on leaving again soon, are you, Bob?"

My dad and I sat at one of the sofa facing a wide staircase. A few moments later [why did I hear the voice over of spongebob in my head while typing this?🤣] A man wearing a dark blue long sleeves tucked in a black slacks, wearing a formal shoes went down. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, light skin thick lips and slightly wide nose. He's significantly smaller than me. I guess he's 5'7 or 5'6 tall. "Mr. Rosen-Hower!" He greets. He shakes both of our hands.

Lindsay looked up to see Big Bob and Little Bob. “You two must have known I needed to talk to you,” Lindsay said. “Come in and sit down. But please close the door behind you.” Big Bob came in first and plopped down in a chair. Big Bob was just that, big. He was not fat, but he was a huge man. Little Bob followed him in and closed the door before politely sitting. Little Bob was not a small man; he was average, but looked almost diminutive when he was with Big Bob. So did everyone else who stood near Big Bob.

“Then why are you staring at me?” That had been when I realised. The Parkinson’s mask. Jock had warned me—it could render my face expressionless, unreadable, like an Easter Island statue. I had looked away, attempting to reset the moment, but Bobby’s mind had already drifted elsewhere. “Did you know the year 1961 can be written upside down and right-way up and look the same?” he had asked. “No, I didn’t.” “That won’t happen again until 6009.” “I need to know about the dream, Bobby.”