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I've organized all my posts based on the season each episode belongs to, so you can find all related artwork by selecting one of the tags below:
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Welcome to the SpongeBob Artwork blog!
I've organized all my posts based on the season each episode belongs to, so you can find all related artwork by selecting one of the tags below:
SpongeBob:Â He dances like an angel! Pearl:Â Of death.
Mentally preparing for my notifications on this account to blow up in two days.
Thank you everyone in advance for reblogging and appreciating my Valentine's day post, I promise to return to this account and post more artworks soon.
This account is kinda dead now. As an apology, I upscaled these two artworks with the help of my Computer H.U.S.B.A.N.D. (aka AI).
"The master has invited you to stay for the night. But first, he will have you boys for dinner!"
How are you
I'm fine thank you!
SpongeBob: Great, Squidward, you finished. What's your wish? Squidward: My wish is that the people of Bikini Bottom will stop paying any attention to the inane dribble that is constantly streaming out of this dunderhead's mouth. SpongeBob: Gee, Squidward, maybe Santa will bring me a dictionary so I can understand what you just said. Okay, everybody, we've got a lot to do now that we've summoned Santa Claus. We must ready ourselves for his arrival.
Squidward: Place your orders, everybody! Because no one can do this job better than me! I win!
Plankton: Why? Why did I lie? [pulls his antennas off his head] SpongeBob: Why? Why did I pretend? [twists his body] Mr. Krabs: Why? [opens his empty chest] Why did I give her my formula? Squidward: [speaking on the phone] Why? Why wouldn't we be open on Tuesday? Idiot! [hangs up the phone and pouts] SpongeBob, Mr. Krabs, and Plankton: What have we done?
“Showdown? I can't fight in a showdown! I'll have to go into the Witness Protection program, I'll have to quit working at The Krusty Krab, I'll never flip a succulent Krabby Patty ever again. Oh, what have I done?”
“I fed Spot too much, and he had puppies. You want a few thousand?”
It's called a "checkup." It's an invasion of your personal space that's good for you.
“Say, without a gap, my voice sounds almost...cool. “
Mr. Krabs: Jeez, is that what we sound like? Plankton: I hope not, 'cause that's pathetic.
Mr. Krabs: Plankton, are you saying it was all just a scheme to you? And you felt nothing? Plankton: You're crazy! I'm out of here, and one day, the formula will be mine! Mark it. [He exits. Mr. Krabs scoops up some of the remains of Cashina in each of his claws and holds them close to his face, trying not to cry. He cries anyway. A doorman enters the room.] Doorman: Oh, hey buddy. I want you to know: although your wife just ran out on you, you still have to tip me.
“Honestly, I don't think anyone in Bikini Bottom would know a decent meal if it looked them right in the eye and said, "Hello! I'm a decent meal, wonderful to meet you! Please pay money for me and then put me in your mouth so your old pal Plankton doesn't lose everything he's spent his entire life working for!”
“I wanna go home! I wanna go home! I wanna go home! I wanna go home! I miss Bikini Bottom! I miss my Easter Island head! I even miss SpongeBob!”