Spongebob Mocking Novels & Stories

Turns out I was lost in thought and causing traffic. My nose is welcomed with the smell of wet wood. I raise my head and my eyes widen in absolute... Shock, dismay, disbelief or disgust!?.. You know when Mr. Krabs from spongebob sees something bad and then his eyes break and he replaces them? Well if I could do that, it would be the best reaction to this scene right now!

I grit out. "Oohh, I am so scared." She fake shudders then laughs. "You think I am scared of you?" She saunters forward, "You are nothing compared to me. You are just trash and you need to be thrown into the trash truck." Real mature, Natasha. You get insults out of SpongeBob SquarePants cartoons. How original. "Now listen. I don't have time for you or your useless conversations, so I'm going to say it again, slowly this time. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way." I growl

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.

"Spongebob trianglepants." "Hey! It's squarepants!" She protested as she looked at me pouting and I found her so cute. I laughed and she looked at me flatly. "You're no F.U.N." She hissed.

I chuckle, clearly not taking this very seriously. “I’m serious, I’m thinking the sun could just represent a bright mind, and bright minds have mind powers – so what if you can make things you want, appear?” It was an interesting concept, and I had to admit, I was very intrigued by it. “How do we test that?”

"We. Are. Not. Busy." Why don't I feel so frickin' lucky? Should I just call in sick? That sounds like... it's never gonna work. I guess I'm gonna have to survive. It's just an outfit. I'm gonna be just fine. --- 7 minutes later (Imagine in SpongeBob's narrator's voice) I am NOT OKAY. The fuck is this?!.. "So.. do you like it? 'Cause I think it's pretty hot," she said, giggling. "Yeah, Brit, you really outdone yourself this time," Matt said, complementing her.

Pang uuto ko habang tinitingnan ang malaking stuff toy na nasa lakuran niya. "Hindi kailangan mo muna akong lambingin." Pag susungit niya. Umangat ang kilay ko at nangngiting ngumuso. "Paanong lambing ba? Pwede bang siya na lang ang mag lambing sa'yo?" Pag ka sabi ko no'n ay nginuso ko ang laruan niya sa likod na mabilis niya namang nilingon. "Hala! SpongeBob!"

Clover was the only person allowed to visit me and he was the only reason I still had my friggin' sanity intact. "Clover can I tell you a secret," I said dropping my voice to its lowest. He moved closer with a sinister look on his face. I closed the distance and put my hands around his ear. "I want to fuck him. I want him so deep in my punani, it grazes my friggin' soul." "Huh?" Clover jerked with a puzzled look. "Fuck who?" I sighed. "SpongeBob Square pants." I slapped my forehead again as his face glowed missing the sarcasm. "I'm talking about Eric. You Idiot!"

he replied. I shook my head. It looked like he wouldn't be able to practice again later. The dining room was just near the sofa so somehow I could watch what he was watching. I saw a yellow object there. It was box -shaped and had a holes with it. "What are you watching, Aikee?" I asked. He nodded and faced me. "It's called Spongebob, brother. It's a cartoon for kids," he replied. I frowned. "Are you still a kid? Aren't you 16 already?" I immediately asked.

" Bella asked curiously as the kids rushed to the TV and channel it to their favorite animation station. "Collins, my classmate, used to talk about SpongeBob SquarePants but I don't find it interesting like Disney Junior, right Janice?" "Yes, we prefer this," Janice added jumping happily on the sofa. "Don't mind them, I wonder how they don't get tired of watching the same movie every time." Their mother responded. "That's a kid for you." "Let me try connecting to him," Stella uttered as she picked up her phone, switched on her data logger, and tried connecting to her husband through video call.