Spongebob Comic Meme Novels & Stories

Nora replied. "Well, I mean..." Sebastian tried to find an excuse but couldn't find anything to save him from his beautiful daughter's accusation. He glanced at Tera, seeking her help. "Do you know the cartoon character who is a square and yellow in color? The underwater sponge creature?" "Ah, that yellow character under the sea. Yes, I remember, that's Patrick the Star's friend, right?" "Finally!" Tera sighed in relief, "Why do you remember Patrick more than the main character SpongeBob?"

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?"

"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!"

“SpongeBob?” “And you,” Sophia added, tapping her iPad and turning it toward me. “Look at this. ‘The Dangerous Lawyer, the Billionaire Dad, and the Internet’s Favorite Toddler of the Week.’” In the photo, I was laughing, hair flying, sunlight catching on the side of my face. Zane sat next to me, arm draped casually over the back of my chair, looking like a man who knew exactly how handsome, rich, and dangerously addictive he was, more potent than espresso shots mixed with unresolved daddy issues.

softly at that. Yeah, I knew how Hawk's driving could be, and when he was in a rush, I could only imagine how it was. I excused myself from my mum soon after, to go see the mastermind behind all of this. "So," I started, smiling at him. "So," he answered, smiling back. I chuckled softly before covering the space between us, so that now, my arms were wrapped around him in a hug. He must have been stunned, because for a second or two, he didn't react. But he soon reciprocated the gesture; wrapping his arms around me as well. And the feeling it left was one I couldn't quite understand. However, I knew I sure liked it. "Thank you, Spongebob. Really, thanks. This is the sweetest thing anyon

She looked at him, blinking twice with pouted lips. "What?" "How the hell are you enjoying this?" he asked. "Huh?" "How can there be fire underwater? A car crashes into them, and they get up the next second. SpongeBob sliced himself into pieces, and a snail… the snail meowed! It’s not a fucking cat! And Patrick literally swallowed his own brain and laughed. How the fûck Sandy able to stay underwater? And what’s a rocket doing under the—" Morticia’s laughter cut him off, echoing through the room as Klaus stared at her seriously, only making her laugh harder.

JOY “Dad, you’re worse than a kid. This cartoon isn’t for you. You need to go to bed!” I yelled at Dad, who smiled at me, his eyes much brighter than before. Paige stared at me from the couch, giggling at my father being scolded. “I can’t help it. This is amazing. Who knew SpongeBob SquarePants could be so hilarious . . . but also, a bit inappropriate for kids.” I shrugged. “I know. But Dad, you’ve taken your sleeping pills already. So, if you don’t sleep now, you’ll be awake all night.”

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.

He warned. “Well, SpongeBob isn't waking up at this time, because he pulled a late night." His scowl got even deeper and he sharply put his head back on my shoulder, mumbling some things I didn't understand. I laughed it off. “C'mon, time for breakfast. I made Mr Smiley Egg-face." I placed him on his chair, and his scowl was replace with a smile when he looked at his plate. He dove right in, eating really enthusiastically. As I watched him eat, my heart was really filled with joy and I couldn't help but let out a smile of my own.

Crumbs and smears dotted the rug—potential stains on an artifact worth more than most people's homes—but she was oblivious, lost in giggles. Lukas edged closer, peering at the screen. His surprise deepened: it was SpongeBob SquarePants, not some trendy new show, but the very episodes that had captivated him as a kid—timeless absurdity with that yellow sponge and his starfish sidekick flipping Krabby Patties. Nostalgia flickered amid his irritation.