Squidward Pizza Novels & Stories

" After I hit send, the group chat fell dead silent again. A long moment passed before someone finally replied, "That greasy diner next door? Gross. If we're going there, count me out for Saturday." "Same here." Stanley immediately chimed in, tagging everyone. "Don't worry, guys. We're going to the place in the dropped pin I sent earlier. There's no mistake. See you all Saturday." The chat erupted instantly. "@Dylan, I want lobster crudo. Slice it thin." "Steamed king crab for me. Don't crack the legs too much."

I couldn't quite wrap my head around the name though. "I thought this was an Italian restaurant?" I finally asked Ginny after we settled down in one of the boots. "It isn't..." Ginny said. "But...but,the name's Squisito Pizza but there wearing Japanese robes and, there's a whole lot of other cultural cuisine here." "Well..yeah..." She said, completely she zoned out of our conversation as her eyes gazed behind my ears. "Ginny..." a tall dark man with long wavy hair approached us. He wore a Japanese robe but his was white which was much different from the other workers who wore a bright pink.

“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 say but continue to look around. We find a local pizzeria, and we each order a large pizza. We eat a lot, and New York-style pizza is thin. As we sit down with our pizza, I notice a guy in a dark blue hoodie out of the corner of my eye. I saw him earlier as we were walking around. I mind-link Marcus. “At your 6 o’clock dark blue hoodie. I’ll create a distraction so you can turn and look.” Marcus nods. I stand up and go over to the counter to order another pizza. Honesty, Marcus and I can split this one, and we will be full. As I stand up hoodie guy is watching me. “Marcus, look now.” I mind-link him. He turns and looks.

I swipe open his phone and dial the number of police 999. "Hello this is Nine nine nine, what's your emergency?" The server lady greeted. "Hey, Can I place an order of two pepperoni pizzas, with coke and garlic sticks?" I hoped that she does not hang up on me. "Sorry ma'am, this not the right place. I will send the closest pizza hut's number to you-" "NO!" I said and then faked a small laugh when Kieth started at me. "I am sure I would feel Captured without pizza." The lady is quiet for some time and I fear that she hung up on me.

Lewis smiled at her, his lip ring and snake bites catching her attention. “Ulric Industries pays well, and you can’t beat the pizza joint under the complex.” Vanessa read one of the boxes. “Full Moon Pizza?” The irony of the name was not lost on her. Lewis’s eyes lit up. “Best pizza in Georgia. Not to mention their wings, cheese sticks—” “While we are all fascinated by your choice of food,” Lance interrupted, an annoyed look on his face, “we have more pressing issues at hand.”

But, I ached with an inner pain, realising that it was nothing but a mockery of my ill-fate. Asher thought for a moment as he excitedly declared, “I want to eat squid. Do they sell it? My friend told me that it is very delicious.” “Hmm.. They sell everything. You can have as many squid as you want,” Keir replied instantly. They continued their merry chat until we reached the restaurant. The moment they noticed Keir, the manager himself approached us. Keir passed him the black card as he ordered, “Get me a rooftop table with the best view and vacant that area.”

Hearing the name Northern Sea, Nicko smiled immediately and issued a sentence that was unexpected, but had a domino effect. “You’re going to the Northern Sea, I heard there’s a squid party there,” Nicko replied, still in his relaxed manner. “Excuse me sir, I don’t think what you just said has anything to do with the current situation,” Mr. Woodward replied politely and tried to intervene. But Nicko didn’t care about the man. Instead, he continued his sentence, which was increasingly unrelated to the problem with Blanc Inc. “I heard that artificial dangling bait is perfect for squid hunting,” Nicko added.

"But I remember you saying something about the beach. Well, What should I order?" "Anything you like." "I mean... Since we're at the seaside, should I have seafood?" He gave a nod and said, "Go on." And looked into the menu card in his hands. I noticed that Mr Martinez has been avoiding looking directly in the eyes since morning. It's because of yesterday, right? I'm not going to ask him about that. Mr Martinez ordered grilled sandwiches along with salads. I ordered crab Louie, Californian clam chowder, cioppino( Shrimp as their main ingredient)

"Hello guys." "Hello boss, we have a request?" "That is?" "Pizza!" They screamed. "Okay." He gave a chuckle. "Flavours?" "Pepperoni, margarita and chicken beef combo." "Alright." He replied before the line went dead. “He said okay.” They had million-dollar smiles on their faces.