Spongebob Thug Novels & Stories

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you." "Later, Uncle!" She pointed excitedly at the screen. "I'm watching SpongeBob!" Then she gasped dramatically. "Look! SpongeBob forgot to feed Gary, so Gary ran away!" Sebastian reluctantly glanced at the television. Sure enough, SpongeBob was running around in tears searching for his pet snail. Despite the fact that he'd neglected Gary in the first place. For some reason, the scene made Sebastian oddly uncomfortable. He immediately looked away and returned his attention to Izzie.

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.

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.

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?”

*** “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.

" I say throwing her arm around my shoulders. "Are those chocolates." She frowns when we got to the stairs. This is really going to be hard. "Do you know sponge Bob is a sponge?" She looks up to me expectantly. "I like sponge Bob, I mean his nice and makes nice crabby paddies." Another step up. "But I don't like Patrick he is so mean." Another step up. "And Mr crab is just too in love with money, just like that son of a chocolate." That should be me.

Even at barely ten in the morning, he was already dressed in an expensive suit, probably getting ready to ruin another one of grandfather's businesses. "I'm not acting like that," I said, my voice flat with exhaustion. "And will you grow up? I'm not in the mood for jokes." His laugh was bitter and harsh. "You just think I'm a joke, right? A worthless guy who's expected to take crumbs from a incompetent spoiled brat like you." My hands clenched into fists at my sides. The stress from yesterday, the sleepless night, Adrian's threats, everything was building up inside me like a pressure cooker ready to explode.

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!"

"Boss, we really hit the jackpot today. These two women look decent, and that guy looks loaded, too. After you’re done, let us have some fun as well." Sophia couldn’t believe what was happening in front of her. Luckily, Sebastian had come prepared. He had brought bodyguards with him. In moments, they drove the thugs away. Even as Tom was pinned to the ground, he continued to scream obscenities. "You rich tramp, just you wait! I hate you rich doozies the most! I’ll kill all of you sooner or later!" Sophia stood there in a daze. Was this filthy, foul-mouthed thug really her child?

"Right, I got it." They stepped forward in unison and slapped the thug's cheeks on both sides. The thug was left in a daze, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "You… You two…" Madison said, "I'm just testing if your boss will magically appear out of nowhere." Sebastian chimed in, "Me too." The thug was completely bewildered. These people were nuts! They were crazy! He exclaimed, "My boss is Nefario Black! You guys are finished! Absolutely finished!"