Sponge Bob Square Pants Novels & Stories

you know, the same old shit a Mr Crabs would do while a workaholic SpongeBob did the hard work. I guess I was SpongeBob. I was a workaholic. I was usually if not always the last person to leave the bag and it had soon become a norm with everyone comfortable about it. I for one, wasn't bothered though, it's not like I had someone at home to go to.

After searching for a nice channel to watch, I give up and eat my cereal. Can't this channels show any good relationship shows today? I click on a cartoon channel. If there's nothing, I can spend my morning laughing. If Bryne was here, he would groan and beg me to change the channel. He doesn't like it that I love watching cartoon and that SpongeBob SquarePants is one of my favorite show, worst of it he hates it when I force him to watch it with me.

The shopkeeper smiled when he saw us coming. "Good afternoon, Ma'am, Sir. What do you want?" it's a polite question. I pointed to the stuffed toy. In the row of SpongeBob we met and immediately looked for something. I picked up Patrick The Starfish then showed it to the girl. "How much is this?" I asked the shopkeeper. "Five fifty bucks, Ma'am." I was stunned. "It's expensive," I said and snorted more. I returned the stuffed toy, but Ali took it.

I enthusiastically expressed my first impression when I visited Noah's villa. "Yeah, I believe in you. Hey, why is that Spongebob doll looking at me like that? Doesn't he like me putting it there? Is he angry?" Said Lesley, pointing at the Spongebob doll that was lying upside down on my little seat. The doll's head is down, and the bottom is up. "Oh my God, what did you do to him?" I protested. I went over to the doll and adjusted its position. "Behold, are you mad at me? Just because of that doll you protested? Have you become the mother of that doll? "Lesley protested even more.

I'm so gonna make fun of him for his tomorrow. I brought out my phone and hit the video button. The only way to make him believe is to film it. "Hey KC, can you say that again?" "Oh my god, cupcake. You're so fucking annoying. Mr Krabs is so gonna fire you for this. Oh! and tell Squidward I said cashy almost ran away yesterday. You should've seen it Cupcake, spongbob chased her all around Bikini Bottom" He laughed "Bikini Bottom"

"Um....kid, what's your name?" "Patrick." "Hi, Patrick. Where's SpongeBob?" I joked, but the kid doesn’t seem to get it. Patrick just tilted his head to the side. "Never mind. My name is Hailey. Nice to meet you, Patrick." He didn't say anything. Well this is awkward. "So um.....tell me, Patrick. What are you doing in this building? Are you lost?" He nodded. "Do you...or do you know someone here that I could take you to?"

I was about to greet him when I saw what he was carrying. He came up to me and bowed briefly. "The pod will be here soon, milady," he said while he was trying to catch his breath. I didn't quite process what he just said because I was staring directly at the pot he was carrying. "What are those?" Winston hesitantly lifted the plastic pot he was carrying to open them. "Oh these? These are garden worms, milady. And... gnomes." My eyebrows furrowed. "So... why are you bringing them to my home?"

I say staring up at him brightly. Who would get bored? Me? Definitely not! I can stay here for days without getting bored! He looks at me for a while before he nods his head hesitantly. Still not believing me. I nod my head at him to assure him that I was indeed being serious. I can't possible get bored here. *In Spongebob's Narrator's voice* *thirty minutes Later* "I'm borreeedddd" I groaned loudly rolling over on the sofa.

she boasted. "Classy," I mumbled under my breath, knowing that Luca could hear. "I'll see you around, Ella, and SpongeBob or whatever your name is," she said before marching off in her high heels. "Rude," Luca grumbled. "It's Ernesto Ludwig Weasley-Squarepants." I choked on my final fry and had to use my remaining lemonade to wash it down. "But really? Weasley-Squarepants? What kind of messed up, perverted Ron and SpongeBob breeding process is involved in producing a child with that surname? And ringworms? Where the fuck did that one come from?" He questioned.

“The temperature of the lake is delicious at this hour.” "Of course, I'll change, give me the shorts you mentioned." She reached into her bag and tossed it to me: I couldn't help but laugh. It was the most ridiculous thing in the world! The crazy look of cherry prints with SpongeBob characters. The boy was a fool, amused behind his half-fired character. I took it with disgust, saw her take out some towels and walked away to put on the blessed thing that was a danger of fashion, of sight and of everything.