Spongebob You Like Krabby Patties Face Novels & Stories

I shut it and look up at the blocks of flats. Getting out of the elevator , I knock on their door and Brandon open up. He smiles at me as I walk in. I stalk to the couch Piper is sitting and I sit next to her. SpongeBob SquarePants plays on the TV screen and Piper has a bowl of popcorn on her laps. " Sup birdie." She greets. " Seriously." I chuckle and eat from her popcorn bowl. " Sup munchies ?" Brandon chuckles and sits on the single couch. " I'm good. What's up with you both ?"

*** “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 think this one will fit her.” “Yeah, might wanna get the whole nickelodeon set while you’re at it,” I spat sarcastically. “What’s wrong with you people? Are you planning to get the kid bullied at school? “She’s an infant, she’s supposed to like cartoons!” “And she’s going to curse you once she finds out in her baby album that you made her wear a cartoon onesie,” I shot back. “SpongeBob is a classic. Plus, babies love bright colors!” he fired back.

I stepped closer to Bennet and faced him seriously. "Well, probably because Spongebob is an adorable character even if he's just a sponge who tried to live under the sea. He's yellow and... has huge eyes and his attitude is somewhat childish," I answered. "Hmmm. Like a little silly blond boy with cute blue eyes," Bennet said softly. "Exactly. Most women find them irresistible..." I added. Bennet nodded before absentmindedly scratching his head. "And what about that?" "What the hell?" I asked with a frown.

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.

Deciding to ignore her, I just rolled my eyes and put my phone back in my jeans. "Does she have a "like" syndrome? I heard it's deadly, especially for brain cells," It's a miracle! JerkAss actually said something right and bright. "MR. LANGSTON!" A shout came from the shop. We turn around and groaned when we saw it was the best friend of Sponge Bob, Patrick. -I made a joke. "Call me Reed, starfish." That's actually funny, "Mr. Langston is my father, the one with gray hairs and a lot of wrinkles." Now that's just plain rude.

He warned. “Well, SpongeBob isn't waking up at this time, because he pulled a late night." His scowl got even deeper and he sharply put his head back on my shoulder, mumbling some things I didn't understand. I laughed it off. “C'mon, time for breakfast. I made Mr Smiley Egg-face." I placed him on his chair, and his scowl was replace with a smile when he looked at his plate. He dove right in, eating really enthusiastically. As I watched him eat, my heart was really filled with joy and I couldn't help but let out a smile of my own.

On getting out the ingredients for spicy chicken wraps and cold milk, the rest of the cooking annoyed me that I was making food for Mitchell. "Order up." I said like how Spongebob Squarepants said when he was taking an order for a 'krabby patty'. I knew this because it was Caramel's favorite cartoon. She loved cartoons more than anything. She even called Spongebob her boyfriend sometimes and it made Alfy jealous. I placed the wide tray of foods on the dining table, placed them from the tray, to the table, once at a time. "Come on. Come and have your food." I sniggered, folded my arms across my chest.

“You like SpongeBob? I wouldn’t have guessed.” “My nephew gave it to me,” I say by way of explanation. “He’s four, and SpongeBob is his hero.” Her big brown eyes are shining with gentle mirth, and I can’t help myself. Feeling almost desperate for her, I lean down and kiss the corner of her soft lips. I can hear her intake of breath and my body screams at me to keep going but I pull back. I hover over her lips for a second watching her eyelashes flutter open. “Are you hungry?” I whisper.

I only just realized that he was interested in my story. This promise is boring, "Tell me, I'm waiting." I'd like to eat first. Angry if you ask him, "Don't you want to sleep yet, Sir." We are currently sitting on the couch and enjoying the show. I don't feel drowsy yet, is that obvious? Perhaps you're simply trying to get yourself to sleep because it's late at night and you have no idea what time it is. I laughed out loud as I abruptly remembered his boxer, SpongeBob. Is he actually a fan of Sponge Bob? Perhaps he was a spongebob fan when he was a kid. I find it adorable to think of him viewing in that way.