Spongebob Sheldon Plankton Novels & Stories

he asks and I furrow a brow, and tuck my hair behind my ear. "Yeah, I do ask myself that alot. Imagine all the aquatic creatures down there, ship wrecks, lost treasure chests, even bikini bottom!" I say and he chuckles as he places his can of coke aside. "You really believe SpongeBob and Patrick live down there?" he laughs lightly. I shrug. "Of course I do. Well, actually, nobody knows what's down there. So many things and people have been lost in the ocean. But at the surface, it looks so beautiful that you wouldn't imagine killer sharks and other dangerous creatures live down there," I say and take another sip.

We were both in the living room and SpongeBob was playing on the television when I started to ask him about our plan for Edward. "The best plan I could come up with is to find the picture at school," he sighed and sat beside me on the sofa. I could hear SpongeBob’s laughter in the background. "I agree," I said and took a bite of my pizza. "Just make sure not to do anything reckless alright?" he warned, and I gave him a confused look. "I know you well enough to know that you would probably charge in Mr. Macklet's office or something just to get a clue," he smirked, and I pouted.

She looked up at Xavia and said excitedly, “Mommy, I visited a very, very big aquarium today. There were whales, pufferfishes, turtles and also Patrick in there! But SpongeBob SquarePants was not there.” Maison said, “Little Bun, I already told you that there are also sponges in the sea, but they don’t look like SpongeBob SquarePants. One of them was just right in front of you, but you were the one who could not recognize it yourself.” Yulia pursed her lips. “I don’t care! I don’t care! That is not the cute SpongeBob SquarePants.” The two children continued saying one sentence after the other. In the past, Xavia would feel very happy and blissful, but she was a little tired today.

Maya and I laid lazily on my couch, watching Ted over and over again till we became tired. Most of the time, Tristan and the thunder buddy song raced through my thoughts. I hadn't been seeing much of him since he saved me from taking a blow. I grabbed the remote and changed the channel to Nickelodeon. My eyes brightened when I saw SpongeBob on screen. Even if I was eighteen, SpongeBob was definitely a cartoon I'd never stop watching. How could anyone be like SpongeBob? He was very annoying and didn't know when to quit, but I still loved him.

The servant's voice was no longer excited. "Ah, it doesn't work, bro. I was a schoolboy I still have no money." Gerald answered lightly. I'm embarrassed. I want to sink my head into Bikini Bottom and register to be the mayor of Bikini Bottom. It is better to be friends with Patrick and Spongebob or to be Squidward's twins than to be with Gerald, which is embarrassing. "Come on, honey. Thanks for the free date, bro." Gerald hugged my back. I was silent because I was embarrassed.

But I make no promises to answer every question o 😌😌 I still have to keep up the enigmatic aura 😉 Oh, yeah, a question I've been meaning to ask somebody all this while; Please, who knows when Plankton in SpongeBob SquarePants is finally going to successfully steal Mr Krabs' Formula and use it? 🙄🤦🏽‍♀️ Because after several years of not watching that cartoon, I finally go back to it and discover that he's still trying to successfully steal it 😑 ♟️

"Hala! SpongeBob!" Tumawa na ako gano'n din si Nanay na nasa kusina ng makita naming dahan dahang mag lakad si Seb palapit sa malaking SpongeBob at saka ito marahang hinawakan at maya maya pa ay sinakayan na. "Ate naman eh! Syempre hindi na ako galit sa'yo ang galing galing mo kayang manlambing." Umirap ako at hindi na mapawi ang ngiti. Nang biglang tumunog ang cellphone ko.

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."

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.

“Do you really still do that?’ I shrug, “Spongebob is awesome.” They both laugh at my childish reply. I feign offense as I pull April onto my lap and wrap my arms around her. “Hey, you join me too.” April shrugs. “I never claimed to be mature either. I mean, there’s just something about that perpetually happy yellow sponge that gets me here,” she points a finger to the center of her chest. Santana gives us an incredulous grin and shakes her head. “You two are perfect for each other.”