Romans & histoires Spongebob Squarepants Mrs Krabs

“What’s wrong with looking for SpongeBob?” He’s fighting a smile. I can see it in the way his mouth twitches. “Nothing, if that’s your thing. I’m sure I could find you a SpongeBob centre. T-shirts. Balloons. A life-sized mascot, too. Just say the words and it’s all yours.” “No thanks,” I say, pulling down the sun visor and flipping open the mirror. I check my reflection and, thankfully, my anxiety didn’t melt my mascara. “I’m more of a Squidward girl.”

I would have to see the owner and get permission first. Mr. George was the head chef and owner of the restaurant I worked at and was known to be one of the most irritating cheapskates I've ever seen or met. The character 'Mr. Krabs' from the cartoon Spongebob Squarepants would bow in adoration if he ever met this man. He found an excuse to cut costs and underpay for the silliest of reasons. "I have no choice." I gave Daisy a pat and headed out of the kitchen. Fortunately, the customers were not many, and Daisy wouldn't have a tough time till I got back.

Bruna gasps as her mouth draws an 'o'. Troy looks at his watch. "It's 7:10 pm." "Noooo!" Bruna cries out. "I'm 10 minutes late for SpongeBob!" Really? A cartoon? She kicks my legs from her lap and sinks on the couch to watch SpongeBob. She's acting as if this is her house. It's not. "Oh," Bruna sits up on the couch looking at Troy and me. "I almost forgot!" She taps her forehead. "Guess what?"

"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."

2:05pm Squidward : We're gonna binge all kdrama. 2:05pm SpongeBob : Aye 2:06 pm Squidward : Have you seen the new recommendations?. 2:07pm SpongeBob : Nope. 2:08pm Squidward : Don't tell me you've not seen the space sweepers?. 2:09 pm SpongeBob : No… "Gotcha" Sabrina's voice startled Angelina, making her drop her phone, "chatting during work?" she scowled at her.

Beep. I almost sighed in relief. I see that my message is already being recorded. "Hey Chloe, it's Dee. Yes, I'm still alive. Yes, I'm fine." I chuckled "sorry for not reaching out sooner it's being a few crazy weeks. Call me when you get this" I clicked send. Seeing as I have nothing to do, I trouble myself by taking the trip to the bedroom and plugging my phone. Then I returned to the couch, drape a blanket over my legs. SpongeBob SquarePants is playing on the TV.

he fired back. I didn’t even spare the SpongeBob onesie back another glance. “Babies also love chewing on shoes. Doesn’t mean we should dress them like one.” “This one!” Mason announced, holding out a white onesie with a print that said, ‘Daddy’s Little Squirt’ “I’d rather burn it,” Daniel muttered “I’d lit the matches,” I seconded. Just then, one of the sales lady approached us, a bright smile on her face. “Good day, gentlemen! Can I help you today?” she offered.

*** “This is Spongebob. He is Barbie’s boyfriend.” “Why Spongebob? Hulk is a lot better. He is strong, and he’s a superhero.” “He’s ugly! And he can’t even talk. Hulk only smashes.” “Then Barbie is not a nice person. She doesn’t like Hulk just because he’s ugly?” “She isn’t mean. You are mean! MOM!!” “Mica, you chose Barbie, let Manu choose the toy he wants to use.” The two women were watching this exchange through the large glass doors that connected the garden to the living room.

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.

I don't care if I was too old for cartoons, but I would never get tired of Spongebob Squarepants. After forty five minutes of watching the television, I heard a knock on the front door. Linda was in the kitchen cooking dinner and Ms. Nordia was upstairs cleaning. Marilyn, who had came home fifteen minutes ago, was upstairs taking a shower. I got up from the couch and went towards the door.