Spongebob Goofy Novels & Stories

He began to speak in a slow manner. "🎤Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?🔊" "🎤Spongebob Squarepants!🔊" "🎤Absorbant and yellow and poreous is he~🔊" "🎤Spongebob Squarepants...🔊" The expressions of the people nearby were already on the brink of collapse. Andrew seemed entirely unfazed and composed, singing through to the climax, "🎤Spongebob Squarepants, Spongebob Squarepants...🔊"

Doctor Sweet has a look on her face that shows she knew what Chocolate was doing and didn't it one about it "It's alright, Vanilla. I don't mind being late today—" "Unless it happens everyday because Vanilla gets attached to going with you and people start questioning—" I eventually blurt out "It's fine! It's okay! I'd go on your stupid bike!" Right now, I feel like Mrs Puff in SpongeBob when the yellow dude keeps rambling about really annoying things and she gets so pissed, she actually puffs and becomes a ball. Because that's how I look right now.

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.

“What? Spongeboob?” She releases a high-pitched sound between a scream and a giggle. “I think SpongeBob is ridiculous too baby” Kissing her once more, this time on her cute little button nose, I get off my knees to join Niko where our dinner is dished out in covered plates. "You didn't have to wait for me," I say lowly. When I’m close enough he takes my hand, bringing it to his nose, sniffing at my skin. “You like?” I ask smiling. “It’s a new body butter, Mama sent it over earlier and I thought to try it out.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at me while his eyes twinkled with amusement making me blushed and shook my head. "Walaykumsalam, morning! My dream was blank, no need of flattering yourself. I would rather dreamt of SpongeBob than dreamt of you," I playfully sneered at him, playing with my fingers. "Wow, that's nice and cool. I know you are obsessed with SpongeBob; I think I will have to compete with it now. Thank Allah, not with Tom and Jerry," he fake- gasped, holding his chest in a painful manner. "Your food is on the table," I said dismissively, trying hard not to laugh.

"Naalala ko ang kwento ni Lola Carmen tungkol sa'yo noong bata ka pa. Medyo may pagkamaton daw ang galaw mo at madalas ang mga kabarkada ay lalaki kaya natakot siyang baka maging tibo ka. Pinipilit ka niyang pasuotin ng bestida upang matanim sa isip mo na babae ka at balang araw ay magdadalaga. Pero kahit dalagita ka na'y sobrang bubbly mo pa ring kumilos. Hyper na hyper kaya lagi niyang ipinagdadasal na sana’y magbago ka. Na sana maging mahinhin ka na binibini at marunong gumalaw ng pino. Kaya lihim siyang nagpasalamat nang pumasok ka sa pagiging modelo dahil naging dalaga na ang mga kilos mo. Pero ang pagiging bubbly mo ang nagustuhan ko. Iyong tumatawid ka sa pilapil ng palayan ng walang

"You know what, you both have a lot of things in common." "Who? Gavin?" "No! My brother, silly." "Hmm.. like what?" "First you're both stubborn." and she laughed when I playfully narrowed my eyes on her. "You both have strong personalities and I noticed that your favourite cartoon character is the same." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Spongebob?" I asked in surprise. "Yes, and he's still watching it every day." "But how can he watch it if he's always busy in the office?" "He has a phone and he's watching it online."

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

said Mari, folding her hands primly in her lap. “That’s no excuse. And seventeen is almost eighteen, and eighteen is legally an adult.” “We both know that eighteen doesn’t mean anything in terms of maturity. Pretty sure you were still watching SpongeBob SquarePants when you turned eighteen.” I pointed a finger at her, my other hand covering my heart. “The first four seasons of SpongeBob are brilliant and it’s not my fault you can’t see that.” “Now you’re just deflecting. And about a cartoon sponge who lives in a pineapple.” Mari’s tone was dry. Her tone became gentler as she added, “What’s the worst that can happen if you’re honest with him?”

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.