Story About Spongebob Squarepants Novels & Stories

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.

Still, the TV was on right now, and there was a little girl sitting on the expensive carpet that he had bought during an auction, while she was watching the TV and eating something out of a huge plate. The little girl had such a mess when she ate it that she could easily stain the carpet with her food. She was deeply engrossed in watching cartoons but it seemed to Sebastian that this cartoon wasn't a new one. He took a glance at the cartoon that was being shown on TV and was surprised to know that this cartoon was his favorite as well, Spongebob Squarepants. Sebastian went closer to Izzie, who hadn't noticed him yet, to check what kind of food was in her plate. The smell of this food made hi

“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.”

Finally. Johnny, the little rascal, took the chance and curled like a puppy by my side. I shook my head but let him. It was barely past noon and we were having a SpongeBob marathon. Maybe it was my way of bribing him for the past few days, maybe it wasn’t.