Smash Bros Spongebob Novels & Stories

“Do you really still do that?’ I shrug, “Spongebob is awesome.” They both laugh at my childish reply. I feign offense as I pull April onto my lap and wrap my arms around her. “Hey, you join me too.” April shrugs. “I never claimed to be mature either. I mean, there’s just something about that perpetually happy yellow sponge that gets me here,” she points a finger to the center of her chest. Santana gives us an incredulous grin and shakes her head. “You two are perfect for each other.”

He huffs like I'm the one being complicated, "I saaaid, this...isn't...'Bastian Harr'son!" "...Is this Sebastian?" "No!" The man cheers, "This is TREVOR!" He screams the words "no, this is Trevor" exactly how Patrick Star from the cartoon Spongebob Squarepants screamed "no, this is Patrick" during the episode he was a cashier at The Krusty Krab taking phone calls, and it is then that I'm completely done with Sebastian's bullshit, and his friend's. When he starts laughing uncontrollably, I rub my eyes. "Well, Tre-vor, why are you calling me from Sebastian's phone?"

There wasn't a card, just a tag, and I sat to open the gift. Inside a small cube box was a snowglobe, but instead of white flakes there was sand. A few tiny seashells settled to the bottom, and when the water cleared, two figurines emerged. A girl with long dark hair standing next to a guy with short reddish hair. A wooden slat sign on a post in a dune was beside them that read Seasmoke. The gift had to have been custom made and it ripped the breath from my lungs.

I powered up my bot, ready to showcase my dynamic anthropomorphic design… And it exploded. The blast tore through me, leaving me critically injured, and I was rushed to the ICU. With me out of the picture, Adrian sailed to victory with two million in prize money, a personal mentorship under a legendary scientist, and a golden future laid out before him. Meanwhile, I lay in a hospital bed, clinging to life. Then came the final blow: the competition staff announced that my robot contained large amounts of flammable and explosive materials, implying I had planned to sabotage the event and had blown myself up in the process.

"I didn't know she went shit crazy." Suddenly Racheal jumped away from me, her previous misery forgotten. I watched as she ran to the corner of the room where there was a small table. She picked up the large yellow sponge hugging it delicately. "My gosh Sponge-Bob, why are you naked?" The curiosity was so real that everyone was clutching their stomachs as they went to into a laughing fit. Softly chuckling I went near her, trying to pull the sponge away but she clutched it and glared at me. "He's naked, don't look!"

DAMON 'Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?' The television yelled. "Spongebob SquarePants!" My seven-year-old niece squealed in response. From where I was, I watched her move her upper body energetically to the rest of the theme song and when the end came, I took over.

It was playing Spongebob Squarepants while she sang along with the song. I rolled my eyes, tried to pay attention to the neighbour's music that was now faint because of our television. I managed to pick up with it and sank into the embrace of its melody. I didn't know when I slept off. *** "So, here's the plan." Caramel said, served my plates with some Bacon and eggs, filled our mugs with coffee. I began to stuff the food into my mouth. "What's the plan?" I managed to say with my mouth totally stuffed with food.

She didn’t stop. “You will bear the consequences if you dare to provoke me again,” I warned, my patience hanging by a thread. My fingers brushed against the edge of her collar as I leaned in closer, my resolve dangerously close to crumbling. “If you don’t want me to see SpongeBob SquarePants on you, get off me now,” I said, my voice rough. Her reaction was instantaneous. She let out a startled squeak, scrambled off me, and practically tripped over herself in her haste to get away.

He did not know the NPCs well enough, but Gloomie seemed lonely without friends. “How about a game of limbo under?” he pointed to the limbo station floating in the water. They had to stack tables to play without the flooding, but it was still a fun game. Thrilled, Gloomie agreed. When the game started, Zen made Gloomie go first. The ghostly version of the crybaby mushroom monster went right through the pole even when she couldn’t go under. This was clearly to her advantage, but Zen was a master actor. He pretended to be amazed at her flexibility while struggling to pass his attempts and falling comically.

“Maeve, I can’t believe you’re the first of us to walk down the aisle. “I thought you’d stay single through college, but you finished your final year with a bag for sure. “Look at what you’re wearing. Don’t tell me you’re making him relive the incident at the East Gate. “Maeve, you’ve got to keep it PG in public.” I chuckled at Jorja’s playful remark. To this day, SpongeBob SquarePants held a special place in my heart. Our wedding carried a cartoon theme, with SpongeBob SquarePants taking center stage. Those in the know practically cracked up the moment they arrived. There stood Luke at the altar, rocking a matching outfit. When I emerged, the crowd was sent into another fit of laughter. “As