Spongebob Patrick Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

Crab. "How disgusting! I think she is around our age and she still plays with that stuff? Does she not feel embarrassed?" The boy with a long face said. Let's call him Squidward. "Maybe her parents didn't teach her that only three years old carry that stuff." Mr. Crab said. He whispered something to the chubby kid in their group. Let's call him...Patrick. Patrick smiled wickedly at me, making his chubby cheeks quiver. He then said, " Then let's teach her a lesson."

"And keep the haters in their dusty corners." And with that, I sauntered in. Hello people,I smiled, throwing My little white hair with a wink. I waved up! The box of cupcakes I had brought in like it was a Peace accord from a glittering kingdom. "Cupcakes, darlings! With love and a bit too much frosting!" Sue blinked at me like I was an alien. We'd been Squidward and SpongeBob for weeks now—me, grumpy and frazzled; her, contagiously sunny. So when she burst out laughing and swept me into a hug, I came close to gasping.

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.

Dustin ran into my arms, oblivious to the tension between Amber and I. I could see her debating whether to approach me or not. She made her choice when she remained seated and only flashed me the fakest smile I'd ever seen. I turned my attention to Dustin who was chatting away about some cartoon. “...and I like everyone but SpongeBob, Patrick and Mr. Krabs. Mommy says she feels bad for Squidward because he just wants a peaceful life. She's right…” I zoned out and just kept nodding. Gently dropping him to the ground, I took a seat next to Amber who immediately stiffened, but it was only for a brief second.

“I think you're trying to make me fat,” I joked, making him laugh. “And after the meal?” A mischievous glint flashed in Patrick's eyes as he leaned forward. “Do you know how to swim?” he asked, smiling in a smug and charming way. “I do, but I'm afraid of sharks,” I confessed, eating the strawberry slowly, never taking my eyes off his. He bit his lip and moved closer to me. “Oh, miss, the only one who will get a taste of you today is me!” Pulling me to him, Patrick lifted me up, laying me down on the bench before returning to the table.

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?"

In the end, the shopkeeper declined the acquisition proposal from the assertive Ambrose, but agreed to sell SpongeBob to him. At the same time, as a token of goodwill, he also gave Ambrose an extra balloon as a gift. Well, Ambrose supposed that he could give this to Vincent. Ambrose walked out of the store, holding SpongeBob in one hand and a balloon in the other. A little boy happened to see him and stared at the SpongeBob in Ambrose's hand. He shouted, "Wow! It's the limited edition SpongeBob! I want it!" Ambrose, with a cold expression, looked down at the boy.

He asked again as he flipped through the option on the screen. I took a moment to think of any movie I had always wanted to see. I thought and thought, but nothing came to mind. Just then it was like a lightbulb was lit in my brain. "SpongeBob?” He immediately shot me a puzzled look. "SpongeBob?” He asked in disbelief. "It's my favorite series.” I mumbled.

He was wearing all white, with a polo shirt and white cargo pants and white desert boot yeezy sneakers, our outfits complemented each other quite well. He ordered the uber once I had finished my makeup whilst I was pre-drinking. "You look good and smell good babe", he complimented me as we were walking out the building. "Thank you", I responded getting into the uber and connecting the aux. "SpongeBob pet Gary, I'm a slimy mother fucker, Lookin' for a fairly odd mother like my name Crocker, green goblin not the grinch, stealin' out the stockings, how to dance , the chick from grease the pots stole made from crocker, oh the teeny bop pull up like a diaper on a toddler (huh, huh) strong like a