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Giggles Chuck climbed out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom, refusing to turn on the bedside lamp in case he disturbed his wife whom was lĆ„yÄ«ng beside him. Finishing his busıness, he made his way to the sink, and just as he began to run the water, thought he heard a faint laughter coming from the bedroom. ā€œHoney? Was that you?ā€ He listened carefully, but there was no reply from that dark doorway. Chuck turned back to the sink and continued to wash his hands, certain that it was just his half-asleep brain playing tricks. However, moments later, he once again thought he could hear a faint laughter from the bedroom. He turned off the water, and began to make his way back into the bedroom. The light was off, and in the bed, he could make out the shape of his wife lĆ„yÄ«ng there. ā€œHoney? Were you laughing?ā€ Chuck flicked on the bedside lamp, and in an instant was looking into the unblinking đeađ eyes of his wife, her mouth sliced from ear-to-ear in a grotesque mockery of a smıle. Chuck felt his heart freeze, before relief washed over him. ā€œOh, it WAS you!ā€ he exclaimed with a smıle as he peeled back the Ģ› bed sheets, stıll stiff from the long dried błoođ, and climbed back into Ģ› bed, kissing his wifeā€™s cold cheek before turning out the light. ā€œFor a moment there, I thought I was going cRaZy.ā€

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ā€œOh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.ā€ ā€”Alice in Wonderland.
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Like this is you have a bf/gf/crush <3 February 12th, 2014, 2:44 AM
F e l i c i t a t i o n s , m a l e f a c t o r s !
I miss my papa āœØ I really wish I didn't poison him
emoji combos *pink/cute* šŸŒøšŸ¼šŸ”ā˜šŸ„› šŸ’­šŸ§šŸ„šŸ°šŸ§ø *dark/edgy* šŸ“Žā›“ļøšŸ“½šŸŽ¬šŸŽ§ šŸ—ÆšŸ¾šŸ™šŸŽ¹šŸ•Æ *cottagecore* šŸ“šŸŒ±šŸ„šŸŒˆšŸ§ŗ šŸ„ØšŸ„žšŸ„–šŸžšŸ„ *dark academia* šŸ¦‰šŸ‚ā˜•šŸŽ»šŸ•° āš°ļøšŸ“œšŸ©šŸ·šŸ“
Things to Remember thespacegoat: ā€¢ Accidentally close a tab? Ctrl+Shift+T reopens it. ā€¢ Bananas release dopamine, eat them when youā€™re sad. ā€¢ CTRL+SHIFT+ESC is the one handed version of CTRL+ALT+DEL ā€¢ Donā€™t brush your teeth hard, it makes them sensitive and removes enamel. ā€¢ Donā€™t like spiders? Put citronella oil on your walls and they will not go there. ā€¢ Drink one glass of water for every alcoholic drink you have, youā€™ll get drunk without getting a hangover. ā€¢ Get clear ice cubes by boiling water before freezing it ā€¢ Heal paper cuts and immediately stop the pain with chapstick. ā€¢ If you accidentally write on your dry erase board with a permanent marker, scribble over it with a dry eraser marker to remove it. ā€¢ If your shoes smell, put them in the freezer overnight, it will kıll the bacteria. ā€¢ Make bug bites stop itching with a banana peel. ā€¢ Make a paper longer with 12-point text, but 14-point periods and commas. ā€¢ Need to get around a blocked website at work? Try replacing the http:// with https:// ā€¢ Never send your resume as a word file (unless asked) Instead, print it to a pdf file, itā€™s much cleaner and professional looking. ā€¢ Pick a flavour of gum you donā€™t normally chew, and chew it while studying during a test. ā€¢ Place a piece of bread in a container with your homemade cookies and they will stay soft. ā€¢ Put a dry towel into a dryer with wet clothes, they will dry faster. ā€¢ Put toothpaste on a pimple and it will dry out. ā€¢ Practise fake smiling in the mirror every day before going to work/school, youā€™ll genuinely start to feel happier. ā€¢ Rub canola/olive oil on knives before cutting onions, you wonā€™t cry, alternatively chew gum and you wonā€™t either. ā€¢ Short on time with a wrinkled dress shirt? Hang it up in the bathroom to steam it flat. ā€¢ The night before, place things you donā€™t want to forget the next morning on top of your shoes. ā€¢ Use hydrogen peroxide to remove bľood stains from clothing. ā€¢ When cleaning windows use newspapers or coffee filters instead of paper towels, they will not leave streaks. ā€¢ When microwaving bread products/pizza put a glass of water in with it, it will keep your bread for going spongy. ā€¢ When you move into a new place youā€™re renting, take pictures of any and all damage, then post them on facebook (privately if preferred) so you can use the reference date as proof you didnā€™t do it. ā€¢ When searching plane tickets online delete your cookies prior, prices go up when you visit a site multiple times.
Favourite PLANKBOB Episodes 10b "F.U.N." 15a "Sleepy Time" 16a "Valentine's Day" 122b "Single Cell Anniversary" 137a "One Coarse Meal" 139a "Gramma's Secret Recipe" 141b "The Main Drain" 168b "Fiasco!" 177b "Move It or Lose It" The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water 198b "CopyBob DittoPants" 203a "Pineapple Invasion" 207a "Mimic Madness" 207b "House Worming" 209b "Plankton Gets the Boot" 210b "Burst Your Bubble" 228b "Grandmum's the Word" 230b "Bottle Burglars" 235a "Plankton Paranoia" 238a, Appointment TV 238b "Karen's Virus" The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge on the Run 246a "Plankton's Old Chum" 257a, Handemonium 259a "The Ghost of Plankton" 259b "My Two Krabses" 264a "Plankton's Intern" 272 "SpongeBob's Road to Christmas" 284a "The Flower Plot" 285a "Delivery to Monster Island" 294a "Single-Celled Defense" 305b "Sheldon SquarePants"
Ļā„“Ī±ŠøŠŗŠ²ĻƒŠ² || Spongebob x Plankton怐Plankbob怑 Karandy (Karen x Sandy) Krabston, Krabon - Mr. Krabs and Plankton Patearl - Patrick and Pearl Ļā„“Ī±ŠøŠŗтĻƒŠø o(ļæ£Ė‡ļæ£)o (ā— ā€æā— ) Plankdy Ļā„“Ī±ŠøŠŗтĻƒŠø o(ļæ£Ė‡ļæ£)o (ā— ā€æā— ) Planktrick Sandearl - Sandy and Pearl ѕqĻ…Ī¹āˆ‚Š²ĻƒŠ² ѕĻĻƒŠøgєŠ²ĻƒŠ²
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I found myself opening a door in the basement and then I saw the endless cavern of hour-glasses as far as the eye could see. The closest to the door had the names of my family members etched on them. I saw the sand in my parentā€™s hour-glasses about to run out. I called them and told them to not get on the plane. The sand in the hour-glasses refilled. ā€”Human_Gravy
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š’¶š’»š’»š’¾š“‡š“‚š’¶š“‰š’¾š‘œš“ƒš“ˆ ā™” ą©ˆ i am loved i am beautiful i am worthy i am kind to myself i trust myself
The Portraits (a.k.a. The Cabin in the Woods) Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / April 20, 2009 / 1 minute of reading There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage... April 20, 2009 / Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / anonymously authored, cabins, camping, creepypasta classics, forests, hunters, mysteries, sites, twist endings, woods / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time ā€” < 1 minute There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell in to a restless sleep. Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had not portraits, only windows.
Sometimes I feel like I have my life together and then I'm like WOW that was a really nice 45 seconds November 14th, 2015, 11:51 AM
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r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago sp00kyscary They're just so darn cute I love being a 2nd grade teacher. The kids in my class are so cute and innocent. They're at the perfect age. I used to teach sixth grade, but I quickly realised how that it was a mistake, whence cliques form, the bullying flourishes, and kids learnt how to be terrible to each other. By then, they're corrupted by bad role models, no respect for authority and no desire to learn. No; 2nd grade children are far better! The parents are still making an attempt to shield them from the harshness of the world. They look at me with wide eyes, eager to learn, taking in all I share with them. My favourite day, is Valentine's Day. They make little paper packets they place on their desks to be filled with cards and/or candy. This year, I baked some delicious cookies at home and I arrived early to deliver one to each student. Iā€™m so excited to see the reactions. I smile all morning. I smile as the kids arrive, dressed in red and pink. I smile as they happily tear into their construction paper holders to see what's inside. I smile as they give me an adorable thank-you once they see the cookies I've made them. I smile as they bite into them. And I smile as they one by one fall to the ground, shaking and turning blue. After all, they're at such a cute age. It would be a shame to let them grow up.
the signs as characters from Spongebob ARIES: Gary the Snail TAURUS: The Flying Dutchman GEMINI: Squilliam Fancyson CANCER: Squidward Tentacles LEO: Mrs. Puff VIRGO: Sandy Cheeks LIBRA: Patrick Star SCORPIO: Plankton SAGITTARIUS: Pearl Krabs CAPRICORN: Mr. Krabs AQUARIUS: Larry the Lobster PISCES: SpongeBob SquarePants
ā”ā”“ā”ā”“ā”Šā”Šā”Šā”Šā”Šā”Šā”Šā”Šā”Šā”Šā”Šā”Š ā”ƒā”—ā”›ā”£ā”ā”ā”³ā”ā”ā”³ā”ā”ā”³ā”“ā”ā”“ ā”ƒā”›ā”—ā”ƒā•­ā•®ā”ƒā”›ā”›ā”ƒā”—ā”—ā”ƒā•°ā”›ā”ƒ ā”ƒā•°ā•Æā”ƒā”—ā”›ā”ƒā•°ā•Æā”ƒā•°ā•Æā”£ā”ā•®ā”ƒ ā”ƒā”ā”“ā”ƒā”ā”“ā”ƒā”ā”ā”«ā”ā”³ā”»ā”ā•Æā”ƒ ā”—ā”›ā”—ā”»ā”›ā”—ā”»ā”›ā”Šā”—ā”›ā”—ā”ā”ā”ā•Æ HAPPY
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 yr. ago _FallenAngel__ A genie granted me my wish to become the most beautiful woman in the world forever Now I sit here in a museum, frozen in a painting for the past 500 years as people passing by admire and faun over my timeless beauty
Squidward: [to Mr. Krabs] Admit it. Without SpongeBob, youā€™d be nothing.
Tumblr | 10/6/2014 | 7:44pm | DO YOU? meeplol: Most people agree that dying while being asleep is the best way to dıe. Peaceful, not signs of torturĶ˜e nor paın. My grandma used to say angels carry them, the ones who are dying while being asleep, to heaven. But sometimes angels can be clumsy and drop them by accident. Remember the time you felt like falling in your sleep and suddenly woke up?
怀Ėš 怀怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€ 怀怀 Ėš 怀怀怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€ Ėš 怀 . everything you are worried about is going to turn out ok, i promise you Ė™įµ•Ė™ ā€§ ļ¾Ÿļ½”ā‹† ā‹†. š–¦ ā€§ ļ¾Ÿļ½”ā‹† ā‹†. š–¦ ā€§ ļ¾Ÿļ½”ā‹† ā‹†. š–¦ ā€§ ļ¾Ÿļ½”ā‹†
Thank You You know, Iā€™ve really grown attached to you. All this time Iā€™ve spent with you has really made me feel a special connection to you. I mean, that doesnā€™t surprise you now, does it? You gave me shelter, fed me, and youā€™ve always been there for me. I honestly do not know how I could ever truly express my gratitude towards you. Youā€™ve been so good to me, and I hope you know that I could not be any more grateful. I just wanted you to know that tonight, Iā€™ll be bearing my - no, our - children, all 15,000 of them. Theyā€™ll be a reminder of the special connection weā€™ve shared these past few weeks; I just hope that you, or maybe your friends or family, will share the same connection with our children. From the bottom of my heart, thank you very much for being such a good host.
Nobody wants to go near me anymore. r/shortscarystories Nobody wants to go near me anymore. People used to like me, they'd sit next to me on a park bench, they'd smile when they saw me, they were completely comfortable bringing their girlfriends and kids around me. Not anymore. Not since that awful murd*r. Now they cross the street to avoid me, and if they do look at me, it's only with a look of disgust. I wish I could tell them all how sorry I was. Sure, nobody blames me. It's not my fault. They know it wasn't my fault. But now, they can't stand to even glance my way. I'm so lonely. God, what I wouldn't give to have someone sit down for lunch with me. I took the little things like that for granted for so long. I had to watch him dıe. They hung him, and left before he was even deį¼€d. I was the one that saw the lĆ­fe leave his eyes, saw the paın and desperation on his face, and I couldn't do a thing to help him. Those terrified eyes will haunt me for the rest of my lĆ­fe. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and save him, point the police to the hangers, and see those awful men put in jail for the rest of their lives. But I couldn't. I'll never be able to. I can't control where my branches bend, and my leaves can only rustle and whisper in the wind.
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ā€˜Crying isnā€™t going to helpā€™ by HonestRage I'm a murder the one who killed my wife. He's just blubbering, perhaps a way of pleading, for his life... Perhaps if he spoke to me to reason, it might've ended differently. Perhaps I might've spared instead of murder if he only could talk out of it. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was only just born moments ago.
I hate when websites ask "are you human?" ... no, I'm a vacuum. August 7th, 2012, 6:14 AM
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January 15th, 2013, 1:58 PM I have a bad habit of laughing at inappropriate moments.
Episode Transcript: One Coarse Meal Plankton: Enjoy, Eugene! (activates b*mb, which blows up roof) Mr. Krabs: (with a wooden plank in his mĆøuth) PLANKTON! (crunches the plank, breaking it) I just had that roof redone last week! Plankton: You will be re-re-doing it when I'm through with you! Mr. Krabs: Ready for instant? (SpongeBob takes off his hat and reveals a can of peas. Opens the can with his claw and pours all the peas into SpongeBob. Uses SpongeBob as a gum) Fire! (SpongeBob shoots peas at Plankton. The peas shoot through Plankton's air glider. Plankton blows a bubble over himself causing the peas to be deflected. The deflected peas hits the frying pans. One of the frying pans fall and hits SpongeBob. Plankton fires a missile at them) Take cover! (picks up SpongeBob and uses him as a shield, but the missile just falls straight to the ground) Oh, ha, ha, it didn't blow up. Another dud, Plankton. Plankton: Another dud huh? (pushes a button which causes the missile to transform into a robotic arm and it squeezes Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob) Mr Krabs: Oh, you're playin' with fire now, Plankton! Plankton: No need to get worked up with this, Krabs. Just give me the secret formula and off I go. Mr. Krabs: Well, you ain't gettin' it Plankton: Well, I construct you to reconsider. (presses a button and the arm squeezes harder) Mr. Krabs: Oh, go jump of a plank! Plankton: Oh well, I have other ways of getting it when I need. Where is the formula, Krabs? (tickles Mr. Krabs with feather. Mr. Krabs laughs) Still not going to talk 'ey, Krabs? (tickles Mr. Krabs' nose with the feather causing him to sneeze and blowing Plankton to the ground) OK Krabs, I see you're still not going to crack but I don't think your underling is of the same level. SpongeBob: I'll never talk Plankton: Well, we'll see what Mr.Feather has to say about that, SpongeBob: OK, OK! but I don't how to get into the safe behind the painting in Mr. Krabs' office that houses the secret formula! He won't let me near it! (everyone pauses) Plankton: Clever, behind the painting 'ey, Krabs? Mr. Krabs: Errrrrrrr... Plankton: (sniffs) Say what am I smelling? You got something burnıng? SpongeBob: (sniffs) Smells like blubber to me, Plankton: Bl-bl-blubber? Pearl: Dad! Plankton: (screams) CalĢ¶l off your daughter Krabs! CALĢ¶L HER OFF!! Mr. Krabs: She's a big gĆ®rl, Plankton. I have no cĆøntrĆøl over what she does. Oh, and you better watch out. I think she's extra hangry today. Plankton: Stay back whale! I'm pippy to what you do to organisms like me. I've seen those documentaries! (as he says this, he backs up into the freezer) Pearl: Did he just go into the freezer? Plankton: (exits freezer and walks out the doors) Don't say it! Pearl: I Ģ¶prefer salad over Plankton anyway. Mr. Krabs: Who knew Plankton was so afraid of whales? (chuckles evilly) Pearl, me darling daughter, you saved me busıness and my Formular now get us out of this strap. Pearl: Mall money. Mr. Krabs: Alright, alright. You're gettin' more like your old man every day. (gives dollar to Pearl) Pearl, why don't you swing to the Chum Bucket on your way to the mall? Give Plankton a little scare? Pearl: Double my mall money! Mr. Krabs: (grunts) Alright, SpongeBob. It's your turn! SpongeBob: Here you go, Pearl. Buy something pretty. Pearl: Hey, this isn't money! SpongeBob: No, it's even better! It's the money Mr. Krabs pays me with. (money is shown) Mr. Krabs' Wacky Bucks! Mr. Krabs: (to himself) It's all catching up to me... (to Pearl) Please, Pearl? Pearl: No way! The Chum Bucket is, like, totally gross! Mr. Krabs: Hmmm... in that case, I'll need to borrow one of your dressers. SpongeBob: Hummina-hunh? Pearl: (at the same time) Huh?! (bubble-wipe to the Chum Bucket. Plankton runs inside) Karen: My triumphant husband returns. How'd you fail this time? Plankton: Krabs had a whale! Karen: You mean his bıg, scary, teenage daughter? Plankton: I hear that mocking tone in your voice Karen, and I don't appreciate it! Don't you remember what happened to my ancestors at the hands of those beasts? (Plankton's family is shown having a picnic before being eaten by a whale) Karen: OK. When you take a bĶžreak from your delusional paranoia, the trash needs some attention. It's ripened. (bubble-wipe to Plankton taking out the trash) Pearl: (emerges from dumpster) I'M HANGRY!! Plankton: NO!! (runs back inside and bars the door) That should keep her out! Pearl: (sneaks up behind him) I WANT PLANKTON MEAT! Plankton: (runs out the lab) Karen! She's here! She got in! Karen: What are you talking about? Plankton: There's a whale in the laboratory! Karen: Are you out of your mind? Plankton: See for yourself!! Karen: (checks the lab) No whale in here. Plankton: I swear! A whale was just in here. She was next to the transmutator. She was right here in this spot! Her mĆøuth all frothy, her blowhole flowing! Karen: Oh that's enough Plankton! If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to more permanent primary functions. (rolls away) Plankton: Karen! Karen--! Karen: I'm not listening! Hm hm hm! (time card appears) French Narrator: 16 paranoia-filled days later... Karen: (off microphone) Plankton, your dinner is ready. Plankton, can you hear me? Plankton: Yes, Karen. I can hear you. Could you please bring it up? I can't rısk stepping into the light. The whale might see me. (cries. Mr. Krabs, in a costume looking like Pearl, laughs. Bubble-wipe to night. Plankton is shown having a nightmare) No! No, no! (he is seen being chased by Pearl and falls into her blowhole) Whoa! (lands in Pearl's mĆøuth) Hey! Get me out of here! (Pearl flings him into her throat with her tongue) No, no! (falls into her stomach, where his ancestors find him) Grand-Dad: Hey, Plankton! Glad you could joın the rest of the famıly! Plankton: Grand-Dad? Grand-Dad: Yep, and you're pretty brave standing in that there gastric acid. Plankton: Gastric acid? (his bĆødy is half-burned. Screams while Pearl laughs evilly and lightning strikes. Wakes up from nightmare and screams) I CAN'T TAKE IT! Oh, this is driving me cRaZy! (cries. Mr. Krabs takes off his disguise and laughs. Bubble-wipe to morning; crying) What's the poınts of going on? I'll just be tĆørture for the rest of my life by that whale! (lıes down) That's it. I'm done. The 4:15 bus should be here any time now. SpongeBob: Hi, Plankton. Whatchya doin' lĆ„yÄ«ng on the middle of the road? Plankton: Go away, CheeseHead! Can't you see I'm trying to get run over? In fact, better yet just step on me as hĆ£rd as you can, will ya? SpongeBob: I'm sorry, Plankton, but that flies in the face of my good nature. Plankton: Forget it kid. I'll just wait for the next bus. Go on back to the Krusty Krab and enjoy yourself. SpongeBob: Okay! (bubble-wipe to the Krusty Krab) Mr. Krabs: (erases a picture of Plankton) Goodbye, pipsqueak! SpongeBob: Sorry to interrupt your gloating, sir. I just thought it would be pertinent for you to know that Plankton is lĆ„yÄ«ng on the street, forlorn. Mr. Krabs: Really? He's a mess! SpongeBob: Mr. Krabs, I know you and Plankton are both sworn enemıes and all, but putting on a dress to frıghten him? Isn't that taking it a little too far? Mr. Krabs: May I remind you of the fact that you've disclosed the location of me safe, where I keep the secret formula? SpongeBob: No need to remind me, sir. I've broken Rule #2 in the employee rulebook: Never disclose the location of the secret formula! Don't worry, Mr. Krabs. I'll fıx this. (bubble-wipe to Plankton) Plankton: (angrily) Man, what does it take to getĢ“ run over around here?! SpongeBob: Hi, Plankton. Plankton: What, do you have mud in your ears? TAKE A HIKE! SpongeBob: Yes, I remember. But I just wanted to tell that the secret formula is not, I repeat NOT, in the safe behind the painting in the Krusty Krab. Plankton: What difference does it make? There's no point ever since I've been tĆørture by that blasted whale. SpongeBob: Don't worry. Everyone has a secret fear! For instance, Mr. Krabs' secret fear is... (whispers in Plankton's ear) Plankton: Really? SpongeBob: Mmm-hmm, and guess what else? That was Mr. Krabs in whale suit that you've been scared of. Plankton: So, you're saying that this whole time it was Krabs masquerading as a whale?! (angrily) Why that conniving bottomfeeder! SpongeBob: But certainly, you wouldn't have use for such innocuous information, would you? Plankton: No, of course not. SpongeBob: Well, back to your self-destructive behaviour, Plankton. Thank you for this talk! Plankton: No, no. Thank you! (laughs evilly. Bubble-wipe to the Krusty Krab) Mr. Krabs: This is almost too fun! (puts on the Pearl costume) Plankton ain't even a challenge no more! Plankton: Oh, is that so. Mr. Krabs: Oh, Plankton. Back for more, aren't ya? Okay, here it goes. (breaths deeply) Boo! Plankton: You don't scare me, Krabs. Mr. Krabs: I ain't Krabs, I'm... uh, I mean... (in Pearl's voice) I'm Pearl, not Krabs. Plankton: The jĆøb is up, Krabs. I know all about the suit, and your secret fear! Mr. Krabs: Secret fear? (takes off the head; in regular voice) What are you talkin' about? Plankton: See for yourself. (the robotic arm squeezes Mr. Krabs) Enjoy the show! (a mime is shown) Mr. Krabs: No. No. Muh-muh-make it stop! Make it stop! Plankton: Doesn't feel so good on the other end of the stick, doesn't it, scaredy pants? I feel wonderfully! SpongeBob: Um, Plankton, if I were you I wouldn't be so snug. Plankton: Why? SpongeBob: Because a hangry pod of whales have just arrived for early feeding. (whales are outside) Plankton: (screams) Not another feeding! Get me out of here! (removes a nail from the floor and jumps ınsıde. SpongeBob puts a cork in the hĆøle, turns off a projector, making the whales disappear, and gets Mr. Krabs out of the robot arm) Mr. Krabs: Whew! You really redeemed yourself, boyĢ¢! (to mime) Okay, you're beginning to creep me out.
Mothers Illness My mother had fallen ill. She had what my dad did, at least thats what it looked like Everyone cried. I asked if we could take her to the doctor, but we cant afford it My older sister took time off college to take care of her, but we knew how it would end Mother would die like father did Two months later she did After the funeral the cops started to snooping around They questioned me first; they wanted to know what l knew: They threatened me, saying I could be charged as an adult because I was almost seventeen. I cried and said I loved my parents They took my finger prints and let me go. My sister was next They never let her go. They said she poisoned my parents for the life insurance policy she took out on them. My three younger siblings and i couldnt believe it My sister never admitted to the crime, but everyone said she was guilty. That is what it looked like. ā€¢ The hardest part of it all was getting my sisters figure prints on the poison. Faking her identity to take out the insurance policies was easy Soon Id be going to a new home, with new parents. Its time to start planning my next game.
The Lights When I was young, I used to sleep in my mother's bed a lot due to the nightmares I frequently had as a kid. I could always find peace under the covers of my mom's bed but I now realize the actual comfort had come from the lights. Though still foggy in my memory, there had always been a pair of two lights somewhere near the ceiling of my moms room; I never thought much of them, at least nothing bad of course, they were comforting, soothing, warm. I began depending on these lights, so much that when there didn't show (only on rare occasions), I couldn't help feeling distraught and never got a good sleep. I never investigated the lights, perhaps if I had I wouldn't be in the situation I am now. Eventually I got older and gradually stopped sleeping in my mom's room. The nightmares stopped and I had relatively forgotten about the lights, until last night. Stumbling to bed around midnight after a long night of studies, I couldn't wait to just hit the bed and sleep; I didn't get much, after all. Tormented by visions I hadn't had in a long time left me paralyzed and covered in sweat when I awoke. Somewhat relieved to be back to my world I was confronted with with a fond memory brought up through a familiar feeling. It took a few moments to notice the two solid lights and by now my eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness. Adrenaline surged through my body as I gripped the sides of my bed. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed something I hadn't through the foggy memories. They weren't lights; they were glowing red eyes. I began to wonder if this was another part of a nightmare, It had to be. Deep down I knew it wasn't, this was all too real. Through lost hope and fear for the unknown a grabbed the closest thing i could, a gift from my mother on my birthday a few years ago, a snow globe from our Denver ski trip. Playing baseball at school I developed a pretty efficient throwing arm. Launching it across the room with my pitching arm the eyes went dark followed by a thump on the floor in front of my bed. Turning on the lights left a pang of guilt in my stomach, why was that so easy. Seeing the creature for the first time up close and knowing it had been around here since I was a kid brought bile up my throat. Its limbs were half as thick than an average humans and where it's skin should have been was a substance unknown to me, dark and leathery but looked as though you could stick your hand right through it, recently punctured with shards of glass. What happened next led me to believe the theory I came up with, as soon as I turned on the lights, was true. This creature wasn't my enemy; nor was it just a neutral visitor. That's when it began, the trampling creaks on the stairs, windows smashing, and above all the worst part was the grotesque shrieks and howls. I knew what I had done tonight was the worst and probably last mistake of my life. Somewhere down the hall my sister screamed. The creature, the one I had killed, had been my protection.
r/shortscarystories 5 days ago DottedWriter My Former Highschool Bully Apologized To Me Today I stared at her as she sobbed on her knees "Alice, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for everything! I'm sorry for every horrible thing I've done to you!" Sophia said as she wept in front of me. I just stared at her as she continued to sob over all of the things she had done to me. She would directly insult or make demeaning JOKeS about me, spread nĶŸasty rumours about me, manipulate my friends against me, şteal a guy I had a crush on, make horrible posts about me on social media, and even manipulate some guys into doing things like jumĶœpingĢØ me. She did everything if it meant I suffered in the end. I tried to tell my teachers about this, but they just turned a deaf ear, and I didnā€™t even bother talking to my parents about it, they were more focussed on their jobs than me. And even then, if Sophia found out I snitched, that would result in an extra beating from her and her cronies. She was behind all of my sufferıng, enjoyed the despair on my face, she enjoyed how much ab*se she inflected on me. So you could only imagine my surprise when she approached me one day and started to apologise tearfully to me As she continued to cry, my eyes started to spark with anger, anger that I had suppressed inside me for the past 5 years after highschool . I had no one to turn to for support, absolutely no one. And she dared to spew her little crocodile tears right in front of me. I had enough of it. I floated around my grave until I was behind her, I stared at her for a long minute, before I plunged my hand into her chest. She tensed up, and some of her bľood splattered onto my grave. I dug through her organs before I found what I was looking for. Her heart. It was still beating as she collapsed to the ground, her hands clutching at the wound at a desperate attempt to cover the bleeding. She coughed out błoođ, and wheezed as she continue to bleed out. I stared at how pathetic and pitiful she looked now. I stared at her as a twisted, evil, and satisfied grin crept onto my face .
WIFE "Honey, I'm home!" I yelled, seeing my wife sitting at the dinner table already. "Nice to see you." her voice shook, a plastic smile stuck on her face. "It was a long day at work. Hey, do you mind maybe checking out upstairs? I saw your clothes strewn around...' I shrug, and start to eat dinner. "Of course!" A fuller, bigger smile. She races upstairs, and I continue eating. escarysories It's been quite a while, does it really take that long to put away clothes? So I tiptoe upstairs, and hear panicked whispering. *9111 Yes okay, this man thinks I'm his wife and.. ohmygod he's coming! My address j.* "What's going on, honey?" She screams as I impale the knife into her chest.
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r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago manen_lyset My sister ruined my sweet 16 My sister ruined my sweet 16 It was supposed to be my special day. Everything was going to be perfect. I'd even gotten a custom made dress for the occasion. Everything was going off without a hitch, but then, my sister ruined my life. It started during the father-daughter dance. There we were, gliding across the ballroom. All eyes on me, as my beautiful gown fluttered at my feet. Suddenly, my sister started convulsing in spasmā€™s. Whilst everybody tried to figure out what had made the noise, the attention hog tore a hole in the side of my dress with her bare teeth. My party guests were on-edge, all because of her! She couldn't even let me have ONE single birthday to myself. She then started foaming at the mouth mumbling incoherently. By then, my friends were running scared. They shrieked in horror, the party was officially ruined, her head dropped, she went quiet and turned blue. I'm going in for surgery tomorrow to have her remains removed from my sideā€¦ I've been carrying around her useless conjoint self 16 years too long..
Tuesday 16 October 2012 Smile SMS Smile SMS ā†’ āˆ‚ĻƒĪ· Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ gĻƒ ʒĻƒŃ ā„“ĻƒĻƒŠŗѕ, тŠ½Ń”Ńƒ Ā¢Ī±Ī· āˆ‚Ń”Ā¢Ń”Ī¹Ī½Ń”. āˆ‚ĻƒĪ· Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ gĻƒ ʒĻƒŃ Ļ‰Ń”Ī±ā„“Ń‚Š½, єĪ½Ń”Ī· тŠ½Ī±Ń‚ ʒĪ±āˆ‚єѕ Ī±Ļ‰Ī±Ńƒ. gĻƒ ʒĻƒŃ ѕĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ Š¼Ī±Šŗєѕ уĻƒĻ… ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Š²Ń”Ā¢Ļƒz ĻƒĪ·ā„“Ńƒ Ī± ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Š¼Ī±Šŗєѕ Ī± āˆ‚Ī±ŃŠŗ āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ ѕєєŠ¼ Š²ŃĪ¹gŠ½Ń‚. ā†’ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ń• Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ļā„“єтє Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· Ī¹Ń‚ Š²Ń”gĪ¹Ī·Ń• Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ уĻƒĻ…я ā„“Ī¹ĻŃ• яєʒā„“Ń”Ā¢Ń‚Ń• Ī¹Ī· уĻƒĻ…я єуєѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ єĪ·āˆ‚Ń• Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ Ī± gā„“ĻƒĻ‰ ĻƒĪ· уĻƒĻ…я ʒĪ±Ā¢Ń”. Ļ‰Ī¹Ń•Š½ уĻƒĻ… Š¼Ī±Ī·Ńƒ ѕĻ…Ā¢Š½ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ī·g Š¼ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ī·Ń‚Ń• Ī¹Ī· уĻƒĻ…я ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń”. ā†’ āˆ‚ŃŃ”Ī±Š¼Ń• Š¼Ī±Šŗєѕ єĪ½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g ĻĻƒŃ•Ń•Ń•Ī¹Š²ā„“Ń”,Š½ĻƒĻŃ” Š¼Ī±Šŗєѕ єĪ½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g Ļ‰ĻƒŃŠŗѕ,ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” Š¼Ī±Šŗєѕ єĪ½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g Š²Ń”Ī±Ļ…Ń‚Ī¹Ę’Ļ…ā„“,ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Š¼Ī±Šŗєѕ Ī±ā„“ā„“ тŠ½Ń” Ī±Š²ĻƒĪ½Ń” ŠŗєєĻ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ī·g Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ•. ā†’ Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚ Ā¢Ī±Ī· ѕŠŗĪ¹Ļ Š²Ń”Ī±Ń‚Ń• 4 Ī±Ļ‰Š½Ī¹ā„“Ń” Š¼Ń”Š¼ĻƒŃĪ¹Ń”Ń• Ā¢Ī±Ī· Š²Ń” ŠŗєĻŃ‚ Ī¹Ī· Ī± ʒĪ¹ā„“Ń” Ī± āˆ‚Ń”Ń•Ń”ŃŃ‚ Ā¢Ī±Ī· яєĻā„“Ī±Ā¢Ń” тŠ½Ń” Ī·Ī¹ā„“Ń” Š²Ļ…Ń‚... Ī·ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g Ā¢Ī±Ī· ѕтĻƒĻ Ī± ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· Ļ…я Ī·Ī±Š¼Ń” Ī±ĻĻŃ”Ī±ŃŃ• ĻƒĪ· Š¼Ńƒ Š¼ĻƒŠ²Ī¹ā„“Ń”. ā†’ Ī·Ļƒ ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ī¹Ń• Š²ĻƒŃĪ· Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ. Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Ī±ā„“ā„“ ĻƒĘ’ Ļ…Ń• Ī±ŃŃ” Š²ĻƒŃĪ· Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ тŠ½Ń” Ī±Š²Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ń‚Ńƒ тĻƒ Ā¢ŃŃ”Ī±Ń‚Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻĪ¹Ī·Ń”Ń•Ń•. ѕĻƒ тĻƒāˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ, Š¼Ī±Šŗє ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ• Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ. ʒā„“Ī±Ń•Š½ уĻƒĻ…я ѕĻ‰Ń”єтєѕт ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”. Š½Ī±Ī½Ń” Ī± āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ ʒĻ…ā„“ā„“ ĻƒĘ’ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“єѕ ā†’ ŠŗєєĻ тŠ½Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”, ā„“Ń”Ī±Ī½Ń” тŠ½Ń” тєĪ±Ń, тŠ½Ī¹Ī·Šŗ ĻƒĘ’ × ĻƒŃƒ, ʒĻƒŃgєт тŠ½Ń” ʒєĪ±Ń , Š½Ļƒā„“āˆ‚ тŠ½Ń” ā„“Ī±Ļ…gŠ½, ā„“Ń”Ī±Ī½Ń” тŠ½Ń” ĻĪ±Ī¹Ī·, Š²Ń” × ĻƒĻ…ŃƒĻƒĻ…Ń• тĪ¹ā„“ā„“ Ī¹ ѕŠ¼Ń• Ī±gĪ±Ī¹Ī· ā†’ Ī± gĻ…Ī· Ā¢Ī±Ī· ŠŗĪ¹ā„“ā„“ ѕĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń”. ʒĪ¹ŃŃ” Ā¢Ī±Ī· Š²Ļ…яĪ· ѕĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń”. Ļ‰Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚ Ā¢Ī±Ī· Ā¢Š½Ī¹ā„“ā„“. Ī±Ī·gєя Ā¢Ī±Ī· яĪ±gє тĪ¹ā„“ā„“ Ī¹Ń‚ тєĪ±ŃŃ• уĻƒĻ… Ī±ĻĪ±ŃŃ‚. Š²Ļ…Ń‚ тŠ½Ń” ĻĻƒĻ‰Ń”я ĻƒĘ’ уĻƒĻ…я ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ā¢Ī±Ī· Š½Ń”Ī±ā„“ Ī± ʒяĻƒzєĪ· Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚. ā†’ ā„“єт Š¼Ń” gĻ…єѕѕ Ļ‰Š½Ī±Ń‚ Ļ… я āˆ‚ĻƒĪ¹Ī·g... яєĪ±āˆ‚Ī¹Ī·g Š²ĻƒĻƒŠŗ? Ī·Ī± Ī·Ī±! ā„“Ī¹Ń•Ń‚Ī¹Ī·Ī¹Ī·g Š¼Ļ…Ń•Ī¹Ā¢? Ļ…Š½Ļ…! Ļ‰Ī±Ń‚Ā¢Š½Ī¹Ī·g тĪ½? Ī·Ī±Š½! Ā¢Ī±Ļ…gŠ½Ń‚ Ļ…! Š¼Ī¹Ń•Ń•Ī¹Ī·g Š¼Ń” Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ яєĪ±āˆ‚Ī¹Ī·g Š¼Ńƒ ѕŠ¼Ń• Ī·Ī±.!! ĻƒŠ½ Ī·ĻƒĻ‰ Ļ… я ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ī·g. ā†’ ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ā¢Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ā„“Ń” єĪ·ĻƒĻ…gŠ½ тĻƒ Ā¢Ļ…Ń‚ āˆ‚Ī±ŃŠŗĪ·Ń”Ń•Ń•. ĻƒĪ·Ń” тяĻ…Ń” ʒяĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚ єĪ·ĻƒĻ…gŠ½ тĻƒ Š¼Ī±Šŗє ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ. ĻƒĪ·Ń” gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ gĻ…Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” єĪ·ĻƒĻ…gŠ½ ʒĻƒŃ ѕĻ…Ā¢Ā¢Ń”Ń•Ń•. ĻƒĪ·Ń” ѕŠ¼Ń• ʒяĻƒŠ¼ уĻƒĻ… єĪ·ĻƒĻ…gŠ½ тĻƒ Š¼Ī±Šŗє Š¼Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”. ā†’ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” ʒĻƒŃ тŠ½Ń” ĻƒĪ·Ń”Ń• уĻƒĻ… ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń”ā€¦ Ī± ѕĪ¹Š¼Ļā„“Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ń• Ī±ā„“ā„“ Ī¹Ń‚ тĪ±Šŗєѕ тĻƒ Š¼Ī±Šŗє ĻƒĪ·Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒā€¦ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” Ā¢Ī±Ī· Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń” Ī¹Ī· Š¼Ī±Ī·Ńƒ āˆ‚Ī¹Ę’Ę’Ń”ŃŃ”Ī·Ń‚ Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ•, ѕŠ½Ī±ĻŃ”Ń• Ī· ѕĪ¹zєѕ ā€¦ Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Ī± ѕĪ¹Š¼Ļā„“Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ļ‰Ī¹ā„“ā„“ Ā¢ĻƒĪ·qĻ…Ń”Ń єĪ½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g ā€¦ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ā„“Ń”Ī±Ī½Ń” тŠ½Ń” Š²Ń”Ń•Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ Ļ…Ń• ѕĻŃ”Ń”Ā¢Š½ā„“єѕѕ ā€¦ ā†’ ĻƒĘ’ Ī±ā„“ā„“ тŠ½Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“єѕ уĻƒĻ… яєĀ¢Ń”Ī¹Ī½Ń”āˆ‚ тĻƒāˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ, тŠ½Ń”ŃŃ” Ī¹Ń• Ī± ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” уĻƒĻ… āˆ‚Ī¹āˆ‚Ī·ā€™Ń‚ яєĀ¢Ń”Ī¹Ī½Ń”. Ī± ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ ʒяĻƒŠ¼ тŠ½Ń” ā„“Ī¹ĻŃ• Š²Ļ…Ń‚ ʒяĻƒŠ¼ тŠ½Ń” Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚, Ī± ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” тŠ½Ī±Ń‚ Ā¢Ī±Š¼Ń” ʒяĻƒŠ¼ Š¼Ń” тĻƒ уĻƒĻ…. ā†’ Ī¹Ī· тŠ½Ń” Š¼ĻƒŃĪ·Ī¹Ī·g, ѕĻ…Ī· gĪ±zєѕ Ī±Ń‚ Š¼Ń” тĻƒ Š¼Ī±Šŗє Š¼Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒā€¦ Ā¢ĻƒĻƒā„“ Š²ŃŃ”Ń”zє Š½Ļ…gѕ Š¼Ń” тĻƒ ѕєє Š¼Ńƒ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”ā€¦ Š²Ī¹Ńāˆ‚Ń• ѕĪ¹Ī·gѕ тĻƒ Š¼Ī±Šŗє Š¼Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”ā€¦. Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Š¼Ńƒ āˆ‚Ń”Ī±Ń, тŠ½Ń”Ńƒ āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·Ń‚ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ тŠ½Ī±Ń‚ Š¼Ńƒ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ń• Ī¹Ī·Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ļā„“єтє Ļ…Ī·Ń‚Ī¹ā„“ Ī¹ яєŠ¼Ń”Š¼Š²Ń”я уĻƒĻ…я ʒĪ±Ā¢Ń”ā€¦ ā†’ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• Š²Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ, Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• Ļ‰Ń”Ī±Ń Ī± ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”; Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ Š²Ń”Ā¢Ī±Ļ…Ń•Ń” ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” Ī¹Ń• ʒĻ…ā„“ā„“ ĻƒĘ’ яєĪ±Ń•ĻƒĪ·Ń• тĻƒ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Š²Ń”Ā¢Ī±Ļ…Ń•Ń” уĻƒĻ…я ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ń‚Ń•Ń”ā„“Ę’ Ī¹Ń• Ī± яєĪ±Ń•ĻƒĪ· ʒĻƒŃ Š¼Ī±Ī·Ńƒ ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ• тĻƒ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”. ā†’ ѕĻƒŠ¼Ń” тĪ¹Š¼Ń”Ń•ā€¦.Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· Ī¹ā€™Š¼ Ī±ā„“ā„“ Ī±ā„“ĻƒĪ·Ń”. Ī¹ Ā¢ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń” Š¼Ńƒ єуєѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тŠ½Ī¹Ī·Šŗ ĻƒĘ’ уĻƒĻ…ā€¦ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тŠ½Ń” тŠ½ĻƒĻ…gŠ½Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ уĻƒĻ…я ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” Ļ‰ĻƒŃŠ¼Ń• Š¼Ń” Ī¹Ī·Ń•Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Š¼Ī±Šŗє Š¼Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”. ā†’ Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· уĻƒĻ… ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ń‚ ā„“Ī¹Šŗє Ī± ѕĻ…Ī·ŃĪ¹Ń•Ń” тĻƒ Š¼Ń”. Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ī¹ Ļ‰Ī±Ī·Ń‚ Ī± āˆ‚Ī±Ī¹ā„“Ńƒ ѕĻ…Ī·ŃĪ¹Ń•Ń” Ī¹Ī· Š¼Ńƒ ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń”. ѕĻƒā€¦ ѕĻƒā€¦. ѕĻƒā€¦.. ѕĻƒā€¦ā€¦ ѕĻƒ ŠŗєєĻ ѕ*Š¼*Ī¹*ā„“*Ī¹*Ī·*g ā†’ Ī¹Ę’ єĪ±Ā¢Š½ ā„“Ń”Ī±Ę’ ĻƒĘ’ Ī± тяєє Ī¹Ń• уĻƒĻ…я ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” тŠ½Ń”Ī· Ī¹ ĻŃĻƒŠ¼Ī¹Ń•Ń” уĻƒĻ… Š¼Ńƒ āˆ‚Ń”Ī±Ń, Ī¹ Ļ‰Ī¹ā„“ā„“ Ļ‰Ī±Ń‚Ń”Ń Ī¹Ń‚ тŠ½ŃĻƒĻ…gŠ½ ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ Š¼Ńƒ ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” тĻƒ ѕєє уĻƒĻ…я єĪ½Ń”яgяєєĪ· ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” ʒĻƒŃŃ”Ī½Ń”я ā†’ āˆ‚ĻƒĀ¢Ń‚ĻƒŃā€™Ń• ĻŃŃ”Ń•Ā¢ŃĪ¹ĻŃ‚Ī¹ĻƒĪ· 4 Ļ…. Ī± Ā¢Ļ…Ń‚Ń” ā„“Ī¹Ń‚Ń‚ā„“Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” 4 Š²ŃŃ”Ī±ŠŗʒĪ±Ń•Ń‚. Š¼ĻƒŃŃ” ā„“Ī±Ļ…gŠ½Ń• 4 ā„“Ļ…Ī·Ā¢Š½. ā„“ĻƒŃ‚Ń• ĻƒĘ’ Š½Ī±ĻĻĪ¹Ī·Ń”Ń•Ń• ʒĻƒŃ āˆ‚Ī¹Ī·Ī·Ń”я. āˆ‚ĻƒĀ¢Ń‚ĻƒŃā€™Ń• ʒєє? Ī±Ī· ѕŠ¼Ń• Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· Ļ… я ʒяєє. ā†’ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”: ѕ-ѕєтѕ уĻƒĻ… ʒяєє Š¼-Š¼Ī±Šŗєѕ уĻƒĻ… ѕĻŃ”Ā¢Ī¹Ī±ā„“ Ī¹-Ī¹Ī·Ā¢ŃŃ”Ī±Ń•Ń”Ń• уĻƒĻ…я ʒĪ±Ā¢Ń” Ī½Ī±ā„“Ļ…Ń” ā„“-ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń‚Ń• Ļ…Ļ уĻƒĻ… ѕĻĪ¹ŃĪ¹Ń‚Ń• є-єяĪ±Ń•Ń”Ń• Ī±ā„“ā„“ уĻƒĻ…я тєĪ·Ń•Ī¹ĻƒĪ·Ń• ѕĻƒ Ļā„“Ń”Ī±Ń•Ń” ŠŗєєĻ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”. ā†’ Ī± ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ń• Ī± Ļ‰Ī±Ńƒ ĻƒĘ’ Ļ‰ŃĪ¹Ń‚Ī¹Ī·g уĻƒĻ…я тŠ½ĻƒĻ…gŠ½Ń‚Ń• ĻƒĪ· уĻƒĻ…я ʒĪ±Ā¢Ń”, тєā„“ā„“Ī¹Ī·g ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ• тŠ½Ī±Ń‚ тŠ½Ń”Ńƒ Ī±ŃŃ” Ī±Ā¢Ā¢Ń”ĻŃ‚Ń”āˆ‚, ā„“Ī¹Šŗєāˆ‚ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ī±ĻĻŃŃ”Ā¢Ī¹Ī±Ń‚Ń”āˆ‚. ѕĻƒ, Š½Ń”ŃŃ”ā€™Ń• Ī± Š²Ī¹g ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” ʒĻƒŃ уĻƒĻ… тєā„“ā„“Ī¹Ī·g уĻƒĻ… тŠ½Ī±Ń‚ уĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” Ī±ĻĻŃŃ”Ā¢Ī¹Ī±Ń‚Ń”āˆ‚ ā†’ тєĪ±ŃŃ• Ī±ŃŃ” Š¼ĻƒŃŃ” тяĻ…Ń‚Š½Ę’Ļ…ā„“ тŠ½Ī±Ī· ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Š²Ń”Ā¢Ī±Ļ…Ń•Ń” уĻƒĻ… Ā¢Ī±Ī· ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ī· ʒяĻƒĪ·Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ єĪ½Ń”ŃŃƒĻƒĪ·Ń” Š²Ļ…Ń‚ уĻƒĻ… Ļ‰Ī¹ā„“ā„“ ĻƒĪ·ā„“Ńƒ Ā¢ŃŃƒ Ī¹Ī· ʒяĻƒĪ·Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ļ‰Š½Ļƒ Ī¹Ń• ѕĻŃ”Ā¢Ī¹Ī±ā„“ ʒĻƒŃ уĻƒĻ…. ā†’ Ī¹Ń‚ Ī¹Ń• Ī± ѕā€Ī¹Š¼Ļā„“Ń”ā€ Š¼ā€Ī¹Ī·āˆ‚ тĻƒĻ…Ā¢Š½Ī¹Ī·gā€ Ī¹ā€Ī·Ń‚Ń”ŃĪ±Ā¢Ń‚Ī¹Ī½Ń”ā€ ā„“ā€ĻƒĪ·g ā„“Ī±Ń•Ń‚Ī¹Ī·gā€ єā€Ę’Ę’Ń”Ā¢Ń‚ Ļ‰Š½Ī¹Ā¢Š½ Ļ‰Ī¹Ī·Ń• тŠ½Ń” Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚Ń•. уєѕ.. Ī¹Ń‚Ń• уĻƒĻ…я ā€œŃ•Ļ‰Ń”єт ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”ā€ ѕĻƒ ŠŗєєĻ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ī·g Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ•, gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ Š¼ĻƒŃĪ·Ī¹Ī·g! ā†’ Ī¹Ę’ уĻƒĻ… Ļ‰ĻƒŃŃŃƒ Ī±Š²ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ Ī± тяĻƒĻ…Š²ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ń‚ Š²Ń”Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• āˆ‚ĻƒĻ…Š²ā„“Ń” Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· уĻƒĻ… ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī±Ń‚ Ī¹Ń‚, Ī¹Ń‚ āˆ‚Ī¹Ń•Ī±ĻĻŃ”Ī±ŃŃ• ā„“Ī¹Šŗє Ī± Š²Ļ…Š²Š²ā„“Ń” ѕĻƒ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī±Ń‚ уĻƒĻ…я ĻŃĻƒŠ²ā„“Ń”Š¼. ŠŗєєĻ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ī·g ā†’ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ī·g Ī¹Ń• Ī¹Ī·Ę’Ń”Ā¢Ń‚Ī¹ĻƒĻ…Ń• уĻƒĻ… Ā¢Ī±Ń‚Ā¢Š½ ā„“Ī¹Šŗє тŠ½Ń” ʒā„“Ļ…. Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”āˆ‚ Ī±Ń‚ тĻƒāˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ, Ī¹ ѕтĪ±ŃŃ‚Ń”āˆ‚ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ī·g тĻƒĻƒ. Ī¹ ĻĪ±Ń•Ń• яĻƒĻ…Ī·āˆ‚ тŠ½Ń” Ā¢ĻƒŃĪ·Ń”я, Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ѕĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” ѕĪ±Ļ‰ Š¼Ńƒ gяĪ¹Ī·. Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”āˆ‚ Ī¹ яєĪ±ā„“Ī¹zє Ī¹ ĻĪ±Ń•Ń•Ń”āˆ‚ Ī¹Ń‚ ĻƒĪ· тĻƒ Ī¹Š¼! Ī¹ тŠ½ĻƒĻ…gŠ½Ń‚ Ī±Š²ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ тŠ½Ī±Ń‚ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”, тŠ½Ń”Ī· Ī¹ яєĪ±ā„“Ī¹zєāˆ‚ Ī¹Ń‚ā€™Ń• Ļ‰ĻƒŃŃ‚Š½. Ī± ѕĪ¹Ī·gā„“Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” ā„“Ī¹Šŗє Š¼Ī¹Ī·Ń” Ā¢ĻƒĻ…ā„“āˆ‚ тяĪ±Ī½Ń”ā„“ тŠ½Ń” єĪ±ŃŃ‚Š½ ā†’ ѕĪ¹Š¼Ļā„“Ń” Š¼Ļ…Ń•Ī¹Ā¢ Ā¢Ī±Ī· Š¼Ī±Šŗє уĻƒĻ… ѕĪ¹Ī·g, Ī± ѕĪ¹Š¼Ļā„“Ń” Š½Ļ…g Ā¢Ī±Ī· Š¼Ī±Šŗє уĻƒĻ… ʒєєā„“ Š²Ń”Ń‚Ń‚Ń”Ń, ѕĪ¹Š¼Ļā„“Ń” тŠ½Ī¹Ī·gѕ Ā¢Ī±Ī· Š¼Ī±Šŗє уĻƒĻ… Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ. Š½ĻƒĻŃ” Š¼Ńƒ ѕĪ¹Š¼Ļā„“Ń” Š½Ī¹ Ļ‰Ī¹ā„“ā„“ Š¼Ī±Šŗє уĻƒĻ… ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” ā€¦gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ Š¼ĻƒŃĪ·Ī¹Ī·gā€¦. ā†’ ѕŠ½Ī±ŠŗєѕĻŃ”Ī±ŃŃ” ѕĪ±Ī¹āˆ‚ āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ Ļ‰ĻƒŃŃŃƒ! Š²Ń”Ā¢Ī±Ļ…Ń•Ń” Ī¹Ę’ Ļ… я Ļ‰ĻƒŃŃĪ¹Ń”āˆ‚ Ļ… gєт Ī± Ļ‰ŃĪ¹Ī·Šŗā„“Ń”, ѕĻƒ Ļ‰Š½Ńƒ āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ Ļ… ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” &Ī±Š¼Ļ; gєт Ī± āˆ‚Ī¹Š¼Ļā„“Ń”. Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Š²Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ ā†’ ā„“єт Ī± ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Š²Ń” уĻƒĻ…я Ļ…Š¼Š²ŃŃ”ā„“ā„“Ī±, Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ уĻƒĻ…ā€™ā„“ā„“ єĪ·āˆ‚ Ļ…Ļ Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ Ī± ʒĪ±Ā¢Ń” ʒĻ…ā„“ā„“ ĻƒĘ’ яĪ±Ī¹Ī· ā†’ Ī± ѕĪ±āˆ‚ gĪ¹Ńā„“ Ļ‰Ī±Ń• ѕĪ¹Ń‚Ń‚Ī¹Ī·g Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ Š½Ń”я Š²ĻƒŃƒĘ’яĪ¹Ń”Ī·āˆ‚. Š²ĻƒŃƒ: уĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” тŠ½Ń” 2Ī·āˆ‚ Š¼ĻƒŃ•Ń‚ Š²Ń”Ī±Ļ…Ń‚Ī¹Ę’Ļ…ā„“ gĪ¹Ńā„“, Ī¹ā€™Ī½Ń” єĪ½Ń”я ѕєєĪ· gĪ¹Ńā„“: Ļ‰Š½Ļƒā€™Ń• тŠ½Ń” ʒĪ¹ŃŃ•Ń‚? . . . Š²ĻƒŃƒ: Ī¹Ń‚ā€™Ń• уĻƒĻ… Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· Ļ… ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”..! ā†’ ѕĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń‚Ī¹Š¼Ń”Ń•ā€¦.Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· Ī¹ā€™Š¼ Ī±ā„“ā„“ Ī±ā„“ĻƒĪ·Ń”. Ī¹ Ā¢ā„“ĻƒŃ•Ń” Š¼Ńƒ єуєѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тŠ½Ī¹Ī·Šŗ ĻƒĘ’ уĻƒĻ…ā€¦ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тŠ½Ń” тŠ½ĻƒĻ…gŠ½Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ уĻƒĻ…я ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” Ļ‰ĻƒŃŠ¼Ń• Š¼Ń” Ī¹Ī·Ń•Ī¹āˆ‚Ń” Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Š¼Ī±Šŗє Š¼Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”. ā†’ Ī¹Ī· ĻƒĻ…я ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻĪ¹Ī·Ń”Ń•Ń• Ī¹Ń• Š¼ĻƒŃŃ” Ī¹Š¼ĻĻƒŃŃ‚Ī±Ī·Ń‚ тŠ½Ī±Ī· ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ā¢Ī±Ļ…Ń•Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• ʒяĻƒŠ¼ ā„“Ī¹ĻŃ• Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Š½Ī±ĻĻĪ¹Ī·Ń”Ń•Ń• Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• ʒяĻƒŠ¼ тŠ½Ń” Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚ ѕĻƒ Š²Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ ʒĻƒŃŃ”Ī½Ń”я ā†’ Ī± ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” gĪ¹Ī½Ń”Ń• яєāˆ‚ Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…я 2 Ļ…я Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń”Šŗѕ, Ļ‰Š½Ī¹Ń‚Ń” 2 Ļ…я тєєтŠ½, ĻĪ¹Ī·Šŗ Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…я 2 Ļ…я ā„“Ī¹ĻŃ•, ѕĪ¹ā„“Ī½Ń”я Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…я 2 Ļ…я єуєѕ, ѕĻƒ ŠŗєєĻ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ī·g &Ī±Š¼Ļ; єĪ·× ĻƒŃƒ тŠ½Ń” Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…ŃŃ• ĻƒĘ’ ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” ā†’ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” ʒĻƒŃ тŠ½Ń” ĻƒĪ·Ń”Ń• уĻƒĻ… ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” Ī± ѕĪ¹Š¼Ļā„“Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ń• Ī±ā„“ā„“ Ī¹Ń‚ тĪ±Šŗєѕ тĻƒ Š¼Ī±Šŗє ĻƒĪ·Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” Ā¢Ī±Ī· Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń” Ī¹Ī· Š¼Ī±Ī·Ńƒ āˆ‚Ī¹Ę’Ę’Ń”ŃŃ”Ī·Ń‚ Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ•, ѕŠ½Ī±ĻŃ”Ń• Ī· ѕĪ¹zєѕ Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Ī± ѕĪ¹Š¼Ļā„“Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ļ‰Ī¹ā„“ā„“ Ā¢ĻƒĪ·qĻ…Ń”Ń єĪ½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ā„“Ń”Ī±Ī½Ń” тŠ½Ń” Š²Ń”Ń•Ń‚ ĻƒĘ’ Ļ…Ń• ѕĻŃ”Ń”Ā¢Š½ā„“єѕѕ ā†’ яĻƒŃ•Ń” Ī¹Ń• ʒĪ±Š¼ĻƒĻ…Ń• ʒĻƒŃ gяĪ±Ā¢Ń”ā€¦ Ī±āˆ‚Ī½ĻƒĀ¢Ī±Ń‚Ń” Ī¹Ń• ʒĪ±Š¼ĻƒĻ…Ń• ʒĻƒŃ Š½Ī¹Ń• Ā¢Ī±Ń•Ń”ā€¦ Š½ĻƒŃŃ•Ń”Ń• Ī±ŃŃ” ʒĪ±Š¼ĻƒĻ…Ń• ʒĻƒŃ яĪ±Ā¢Ń”ā€¦ Š²Ļ…Ń‚ уĻƒĻ… Ī±ŃŃ” ʒĪ±Š¼ĻƒĻ…Ń• ʒĻƒŃ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” ĻƒĪ· уĻƒĻ…я ʒĪ±Ā¢Ń”ā€¦! Š½Ī±Ī½Ń” Ī± Ī·Ī¹Ā¢Ń” āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ ā†’ Ī± ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” gĪ¹Ī½Ń”Ń• яєāˆ‚ Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…я 2 Ļ…я Ā¢Š½Ń”Ń”Šŗѕ, Ļ‰Š½Ī¹Ń‚Ń” 2 Ļ…я тєєтŠ½, ĻĪ¹Ī·Šŗ Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…я 2 Ļ…я ā„“Ī¹ĻŃ•, ѕĪ¹ā„“Ī½Ń”я Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…я 2 Ļ…я єуєѕ, ѕĻƒ ŠŗєєĻ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ī·g &Ī±Š¼Ļ; єĪ·× ĻƒŃƒ тŠ½Ń” Ā¢Ļƒā„“ĻƒĻ…ŃŃ• ĻƒĘ’ ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” ā†’ тŠ½Ń”ŃŃ” Ī¹Ń• Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• Ī± яєĪ±Ń•ĻƒĪ· ʒĻƒŃ єĪ½Ń”ŃŃƒŃ‚Š½Ī¹Ī·g Ī± яєĪ±Ń•ĻƒĪ· тĻƒ ā„“Ī¹Ī½Ń” Ī± яєĪ±Ń•ĻƒĪ· тĻƒ āˆ‚Ī¹Ń” Ī± яєĪ±Ń•ĻƒĪ· тĻƒ Ā¢ŃŃƒ, Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Ī¹Ę’ уĻƒĻ… Ā¢Ī±Ī·ā€™Ń‚ ʒĪ¹Ī·āˆ‚ Ī± яєĪ±Ń•ĻƒĪ· тĻƒ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ā¢Ī±Ī· Ī¹ Š²Ń” тŠ½Ń” яєĪ±Ń•ĻƒĪ· ʒĻƒŃ Ī± Ļ‰Š½Ī¹ā„“Ń” ā†’ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ī· єĪ±Ń•Ń”, ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ī· ĻĪ±Ī¹Ī·, ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· тяĻƒĻ…Š²ā„“Ń”, ĻĻƒĻ…я ā„“Ī¹Šŗє яĪ±Ī¹Ī·, ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· ѕĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” Š½Ļ…ŃŃ‚ Ļ…я ʒєā„“ā„“Ī¹Ī·gѕ, ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“єѕ уĻƒĻ… ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ Ī±ŃŃ” Ī½Ń”ŃŃƒ Š½Ī±Ī¹ā„“Ī·gā€¦ ā†’ ѕĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” ѕĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ļ‰Š½Ń”ŃŃ” āˆ‚ŃŃ”Ī±Š¼Ń• ĻƒĘ’ уĻƒĻ…я ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”ā€¦ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ļ‰Š½Ī¹ā„“Ń” тŠ½Ī¹Ī·ŠŗĪ¹Ī·g ĻƒĘ’ уĻƒĻ… ѕĪ±ŃƒŃ• ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” Ī¹Ń• Ļ‰ĻƒŃŃ‚Š½Ļ‰Š½Ī¹ā„“Ń”. ѕĻƒ Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”я уĻƒĻ…ā€™ŃŃ” ā„“ĻƒĪ·Ń”ā„“Ńƒā€¦ŃŃ”Š¼Ń”Š¼Š²Ń”я Ī¹Ń‚Ń• тяĻ…Ń”ā€¦. ѕĻƒŠ¼Ń”ĻƒĪ·Ń” ѕĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ļ‰Š½Ń”ŃŃ” Ī¹Ń• тŠ½Ī¹Ī·ŠŗĪ¹Ī·g ĻƒĘ’ уĻƒĻ… ā†’ тŠ½ĻƒĻ…Ń•Ī±Ī·āˆ‚Ń• ĻƒĘ’ ā„“Ī±Ī·gĻ…Ī±gєѕ Ī±ŃĻƒĻ…Ī·āˆ‚ тŠ½Ī¹Ń• Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚ Š²Ļ…Ń‚ ā€œŃ•Š¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”ā€ Ā¢Ī±Ī· Š²Ń”Ī±Ń‚ тŠ½Ń”Š¼ Ī±ā„“ā„“. Š²Ń”Ā¢Ī±Ļ…Ń•Ń” ā€œŃ•Š¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”ā€ Ī¹Ń• тŠ½Ń” ā„“Ī±Ī·gĻ…Ī±gє єĪ½Ń”Ī· Ī± Š²Ī±Š²Ńƒ Ā¢Ī±Ī· ѕĻŃ”Ī±Šŗ.. ā†’ Š½Ń”Ńƒ.. ā„“Ī¹Ń•Ń‚Ń”Ī· .. тĻ‰Ļƒ ĻŃ”ĻƒĻā„“Ń” Ļ‰Ń”ŃŃ” Ī±Ń•ŠŗĪ¹Ī·g Š¼Ń” уĻƒĻ…я āˆ‚єтĪ±Ī¹ā„“Ń• тĻƒāˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ. Ī¹ gĪ±Ī½Ń” тŠ½Ń”Š¼ уĻƒĻ…я Ī±āˆ‚āˆ‚ŃŃ”Ń•Ń• Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Š¼ĻƒŠ²Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī·Ļ…Š¼Š²Ń”я. тŠ½Ń”Ńƒ Ļ‰Ī¹ā„“ā„“ Š²Ń” Ī½Ī¹Ń•Ī¹Ń‚Ī¹Ī·g уĻƒĻ… ѕĻƒĻƒĪ·. тŠ½Ń”Ī¹Ń Ī·Ī±Š¼Ń”Ń• Ī±ŃŃ” × ĻƒŃƒ &Ī±Š¼Ļ; Š½Ī±ĻĻĪ¹Ī·Ń”Ń•Ń•. ā†’ тŠ½Ń” Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚ Ī¹Ń•, тŠ½Ń” Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚ Ļ‰Ī±Ń• Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ тŠ½Ń” Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚ Ļ‰Ī¹ā„“ā„“ Š²Ń” Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ĻƒĪ·Ń”. Ļ‰Š½Ī±Ń‚Ń”Ī½Ń”я уĻƒĻ… āˆ‚Ļƒ ,Ļ‰Š½Ń”ŃŃ” єĪ½Ń”я уĻƒĻ… ā„“Ī¹Ī½Ń” Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ Ļ‰Š½Ń”ŃŃ” єĪ½Ń”я уĻƒĻ… gĻƒ. Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ĻŃĻƒĻ…āˆ‚ тĻƒ Š²Ń” ĻƒĪ·Ń” Ļ‰ĻƒŃā„“āˆ‚Ī¹Ī±Ī·. × Ļ…Ń•Ń‚ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” Ī¹Ń‚! ā†’ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• Š²Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ, Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• Ļ‰Ń”Ī±Ń Ī± ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”; Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ Š²Ń”Ā¢Ī±Ļ…Ń•Ń” ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” Ī¹Ń• ʒĻ…ā„“ā„“ ĻƒĘ’ яєĪ±Ń•ĻƒĪ·Ń• тĻƒ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Š²Ń”Ā¢Ī±Ļ…Ń•Ń” уĻƒĻ…я ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ń‚Ń•Ń”ā„“Ę’ Ī¹Ń• Ī± яєĪ±Ń•ĻƒĪ· ʒĻƒŃ Š¼Ī±Ī·Ńƒ ĻƒŃ‚Š½Ń”ŃŃ• тĻƒ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”. . . ā†’ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ń• Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ļā„“єтє Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· Ī¹Ń‚ Š²Ń”gĪ¹Ī·Ń• Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ уĻƒĻ…я ā„“Ī¹ĻŃ•, яєʒā„“Ń”Ā¢Ń‚Ń• Ī¹Ī· уĻƒĻ…я єуєѕ, &Ī±Š¼Ļ; єĪ·āˆ‚Ń• Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ Ī± gā„“ĻƒĻ‰ ĻƒĪ· уĻƒĻ…я ʒĪ±Ā¢Ń”.. Ļ‰Ī¹Ń•Š½ уĻƒĻ… Ī± ā„“ĻƒŃ‚ ĻƒĘ’ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ī·g Š¼ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ī·Ń‚Ń• Ī¹Ī· уĻƒĻ…я ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń”ā€¦:-) ā†’ Ī¹Ī· ĻƒĻ…я ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻĪ¹Ī·Ń”Ń•Ń• Ī¹Ń• Š¼ĻƒŃŃ” Ī¹Š¼ĻĻƒŃŃ‚Ī±Ī·Ń‚ тŠ½Ī±Ī· ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ā¢Ī±Ļ…Ń•Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• ʒяĻƒŠ¼ ā„“Ī¹ĻŃ• Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Š½Ī±ĻĻĪ¹Ī·Ń”Ń•Ń• Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń”Ń• ʒяĻƒŠ¼ тŠ½Ń” Š½Ń”Ī±ŃŃ‚ ѕĻƒ Š²Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ ʒĻƒŃŃ”Ī½Ń”я ā†’ Ī¹Ī· тŠ½Ń” Š¼ĻƒŃĪ·Ī¹Ī·g, ѕĻ…Ī· gĪ±zєѕ Ī±Ń‚ Š¼Ń” тĻƒ Š¼Ī±Šŗє Š¼Ń” Š½Ī±ĻĻŃƒ Ā¢ĻƒĻƒā„“ Š²ŃŃ”Ń”zє Š½Ļ…gѕ Š¼Ń” тĻƒ ѕєє Š¼Ńƒ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Š²Ī¹Ńāˆ‚Ń• ѕĪ¹Ī·gѕ тĻƒ Š¼Ī±Šŗє Š¼Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Š¼Ńƒ āˆ‚Ń”Ī±Ń, тŠ½Ń”Ńƒ āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·Ń‚ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ тŠ½Ī±Ń‚ Š¼Ńƒ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ī¹Ń• Ī¹Ī·Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ļā„“єтє Ļ…Ī·Ń‚Ī¹ā„“ Ī¹ яєŠ¼Ń”Š¼Š²Ń”я уĻƒĻ…я ʒĪ±Ā¢Ń” ā†’ Ī± ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ā¢ĻƒŃ•Ń‚Ń• ā„“єѕѕ тŠ½Ī±Ī· єā„“Ń”Ā¢Ń‚яĪ¹Ā¢Ī¹Ń‚Ńƒ, Š²Ļ…Ń‚ gĪ¹Ī½Ń”Ń• Š¼ĻƒŃŃ” ā„“Ī¹gŠ½Ń‚ ѕĻƒ Ī±ā„“Ļ‰Ī±ŃƒŃ• ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” &Ī±Š¼Ļ; ĻŃĻƒĪ½Ń” тŠ½Ī±Ń‚ Ļ… Ī±ŃŃ” тŠ½Ń” Š²Ń”Ń•Ń‚ Š²Ļ…ā„“Š² Ī¹Ī· ĻĪ±ŠŗĪ¹Ń•Ń‚Ī±Ī· āˆ‚ĻƒĪ·ā€™Ń‚ gєт ʒĻ…Ń•Ń”āˆ‚! ā†’ ŠŗĪ¹ā„“ā„“ āˆ‚ ѕтяєѕѕ Š²4 Ī¹Ń‚ ŠŗĪ¹ā„“ā„“Ń• Ļ… яєĪ±Ā¢Š½ āˆ‚ gĻƒĪ±ā„“ Š²4 Ī¹Ń‚ ŠŗĪ¹Ā¢Šŗѕ Ļ… Š½Ń”ā„“Ļ єĪ½Ń”ŃŃƒ1 Š²4 ѕĻ…Š¼1 Š½Ń”ā„“ĻŃ• Ļ… ā„“Ī¹Ī½Ń” ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” Š²4 ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” ā„“Ń”Ī±Ī½Ń”Ń• Ļ… ŠŗєєĻ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ī·g:-) ā†’ Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· Ī¹ ѕŠ¼Ń• уĻƒĻ…, Ī¹ Ā¢Ī±Ī· Ī·ĻƒŃ‚ ѕєє уĻƒĻ…. Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Ī¹ ŠŗĪ·ĻƒĻ‰ Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· уĻƒĻ… яєĪ±āˆ‚ Š¼Ńƒ ѕŠ¼Ń•. Ī± ѕĻ‰Ń”єт ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Ļ‰Ī¹ā„“ā„“ Ā¢ĻƒŠ¼Ń” ĻƒĪ· уĻƒĻ…я ʒĪ±Ā¢Ń”. тŠ½Ń”Ī· Ī¹ ĻŃĪ±Ńƒ тĻƒ gĻƒāˆ‚ тĻƒ Š²ā„“єѕѕ уĻƒĻ…я ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” ʒĻƒŃŃ”Ī½Ń”я ā†’ Ī¹Ī· єĪ±Ā¢Š½ ѕĪ¹Ī·gā„“Ń” āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ, Ļ‰Ń” ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” &Ī±Š¼Ļ; ā„“Ī±Ļ…gŠ½ ѕĻƒ Š¼Ī±Ī·Ńƒ тĪ¹Š¼Ń”Ń•! Ļ‰Ń” Ī·Ń”Ī½Ń”я тŠ½Ī±Ī·Šŗ gĻƒāˆ‚ Ī±Ę’Ń‚Ń”Ń єĪ½Ń”ŃŃƒ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”! Š²Ļ…Ń‚ Ļ‰Ń” āˆ‚Ļƒ Š²ā„“Ī±Š¼Ń” Š½Ī¹Š¼ ʒĻƒŃ єĪ½Ń”ŃŃƒ тєĪ±Ń Ļ‰Ń” Ā¢ŃŃƒ!! Š½ĻƒĻ‰ ѕтяĪ±Ī·gє Š²Ļ…Ń‚ тяĻ…Ń”!! ā†’ ā„“Ī¹Ī½Ń” Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ Ī·Ļƒ єĻ‡Ā¢Ļ…ѕєѕ Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ Ī·Ļƒ яєgяєтѕ. Ļ‰Š½Ń”Ī· ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” gĪ¹Ī½Ń” уĻƒĻ… 100 яєĪ±Ń•ĻƒĪ·Ń• тĻƒ Ā¢ŃŃƒ. ѕŠ½ĻƒĻ‰ ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” тŠ½Ī±Ń‚ уĻƒĻ… Š½Ī±Ī½Ń” 1000 яєĪ±Ń•ĻƒĪ·Ń• тĻƒ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”. ŠŗєєĻ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ī¹Ī·g. ā†’ Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ā„“ĻƒĪ½Ń” ā„“Ī¹Ę’Ń” Ļ‰Ī±Ń•Ń‚Ń”, Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ ѕтĻƒŃŃƒ Š¼ĻƒĪ½Ī¹Ń” Ļ‰Ī±Ń•Ń‚Ń”, Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ Š¼Ńƒ ѕŠ¼Ń• Ļ…я Ā¢Ń”ā„“ā„“ Ļ‰Ī±Ń•Ń‚Ń” &Ī±Š¼Ļ; Ļ‰Ī¹Ń‚Š½ĻƒĻ…Ń‚ Ļ…я ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń” Š¼Ńƒ ѕŠ¼Ń• Ļ‰Ī±Ń•Ń‚Ń”!! ā†’ gєт Ļ…Ļ ʒяĻƒŠ¼ уĻƒĻ…я ѕĻƒĘ’Ń‚ ѕĻƒĘ’Ń‚ Š²Ń”āˆ‚. ĻƒĻŃ”Ī· уĻƒĻ…я тєєĪ·Ńƒ єєĪ·Ńƒ єуєѕ. Ļ‰Ń”Ī±Ń тŠ½Ī±Ń‚ × Ļƒā„“ā„“Ńƒ Ļ‰Ļƒā„“ā„“Ńƒ ѕŠ¼Ī¹ā„“Ń”. Ī±Ī·āˆ‚ ѕĪ±Ńƒ тĻƒ уĻƒĻ…ŃŃ•Ń”ā„“Ę’ gĻƒĻƒāˆ‚ Š¼ĻƒŃĪ·Ī¹Ī·g ʒяĻƒŠ¼ Š¼Ń”, Š½Ī±Ī½Ń” Ī± Ī·Ī¹Ā¢Ń” āˆ‚Ī±Ńƒ. Posted by Kiran Bele at 04:34
PLANKTON'S PET | Typed By: abney317 Plankton: Don't patronise me! Why does every single plan fall apart? It's just a stupid sandwich! I tell you, it's wearing me down! Karen: You need to stop your obsessi0n over it. SpongeBob: Plankton! (Looking through window. Plankton screams) I have the perfect solution to your problem. Plankton: SpongeBob? How could you possibly help me? SpongeBob: You should try the local animal shelter? That's where I found my Gary. Plankton: Oh, yeah? Perhaps you're on to something there. (At animal shelter) Plankton: (Pet barks) Hey there, little guy. (Pet barks and jumps into Plankton's arms) Looks like we have a winner. SpongeBob: Oh, so cute! Whatcha gonna call him? He looks like a "Spot" to me. (Spot licks Plankton, barks and pants. Back at the Chum Bucket now.) Well, Spot, I'm your new owner, so shower me with love and affection. Karen: You're gonna have to train him to do that. Plankton: I, train him? (sighs) I'll give it a tĢ¢ry. All right, Spot. Let's start with something easy. Stay. (Picks up Spot and sits him down) Good boy. Excellent! Now shake. (Spot shakes his bĆødy, shaking the whole building) Wow! That's one mean shake you got there. I think we should burn off some of that extra energy. Would you like to go walkies? (Holding up leash) (Put collar on Spot) March! (Spot barks. Plankton whistles. Plankton starts getting tired and panting) Phew. We've walked (Notices he's only made it to the mailbox) I guess our legs are too short for walkies. How about a nice round of fetch? (Brings back ball. Grunts) Fetch! (Ball lands on top of Spot and Plankton screams.) What have I done? I'm a terrible pet owner! Terrible! Karen! We're gonna need another Spot! (Spots squishes himself back together and pops up from the ground barking.) Nice rebound, Spot! You know, I get squashed a lot too. (sniffles. Spot licks Plankton) (Back inside the Chum Bucket) Okay, Spot. Today, you'll learn how to be an attack pet to guard the Chum Bucket from intruders. Now, Spot, pretend I'm a burglar. Attack! (Spot whimpers) You're not getting this? Come at me! Uh-oh, losing balance. (Falls down) A little help? (Spot jumps on Plankton and licks him) Or a second thought, what do I need a guard dog for? I can't ever keep chum away. What I really need, is a retriever. (Plankton now showing Spot a picture of a Krabby Patty) This is your target. I want you to retrieve a Krabby Patty. Now, security is tight; so I've divide the pl-- (Spot walks away. Plankton flips to next page of plan with a picture of the Krusty Krab on it) Wait! Where are you going? You're not ready! Fish #1: I'd like a large... (sees moving Krabby Patty on the ground) What was that? Squidward: Didn't see it, don't care. Plankton: (Sitting on a wooden chair, snoring and drooling. Spot drops Krabby Patty and barks) What! It's a Krabby Patty? It's...a miracle! (heavenly choir vocals) Karen, look at what Spot brought home. Karen: That's wonderful! Spot deserves a reward. Plankton: He can have anything he wants, up to half my kingdom--er, laboratory. (Spot panting. Chomps entire Krabby Patty) Plankton: Noo! No! You've been a very bad amoeba! Bad amoeba! I'm afraid you'll have to be punıshed. You need a time out. I'm just gonna put you out here until you learnt to behave. (Spot to mailbox) Shouldn't take more than five minutes. (Spot whimpers) Aww... no, no, I must be strong. (Spot whimpers. Plankton goes back into the Chum Bucket) I can't do it. (tender music plays) Spot, I'm sorry. I-- (Music stops when Plankton opens the door. Spot is gone and collar is on the ground) Spot! He's gone. (Crying) Where is he? Spot! Come back! (Sobbing) Spot! (Plankton goes searching) Spot! Where are you, Spot! (sobbing at the Krusty Krab dumpsters) SpongeBob: (Walks out with trash) Why, Plankton, what's wrong? (dump3d trash) Plankton: I lost spot. SpongeBob: That's terrible! Gary lost me once. I was cold, alone, stā˜†rve. It was the worst eight minutes of my life. Plankton: Spot! (dramatic music) You're safe! You were hiding the whole time! You sneaky little amoeba, you. (Spot barks and licks Plankton. Plankton laughs) SpongeBob: Aw, wow! I'm glad found Spot. Plankton: I thought him everything he knows! (Spot barks and licks Plankton)
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Episode | Pineapple Invasion Typed By: Amphitrite Plankton: (emerges from the roof with a waggon, with a rag covering something in it) I'm ready! I'm ready! Ready to steal the Krabby Patty secret formula! Prepare to initiate plan number... hmm... number... What's the number? Oh well, who cares? Karen: Good question. Plankton: Say what? Karen: I said "Good luck". (pushes the waggon down the slope) Plankton: That formula will be mine! (the waggon rolls through the Krusty Krab doors and past the customers up to the cash register boat) Out of my way, pinheads! Move it, move it, move it! (rings the bells) Hey there, schnozzola! I'm about to show you the advantage of not having a nose. Say hello to... r... Mr. Krabs: (rounds up Plankton with SpongeBob's arm) Here's another routine: you're the meat in me knuckle sandwich! Plankton: I'm not hungry! Mr. Krabs: (smashes Plankton between his fists. Plankton sticks to his left fist) Eww. (throws one of Plankton's antennae on the floor) SpongeBob! SpongeBob: (hops in on his leg) Yes, sir. I see the problem. SpongeBob: But Mr. Krabs, how do you know it will be safe from Plankton at my house? Mr. Krabs: Pshaw! He'll think it's still here! His tiny braın is incapable of the kind of abstract thinking that is required for reflection. Or thoughtful reasoning and deduction. He cannot ruminate (pan down to the antenna Plankton lost earlier, catching a signal of what Krabs is saying and Plankton is listening from a distance) He cannot define the hypothesis. He's a tıred clown. He'll never know it's in your house. Plankton: (smiling evilly) Oh, you're right, Professor Krabface. I'm much too simple-minded to look there. (laughs) (at nighttime, SpongeBob walks out of the Krusty Krab with the formula) Plankton: Hey, there. (SpongeBob panickedly hides the formula in one of his holes) Pleasant night, eh SpongeBob? SpongeBob: Oh, uh... yes. It's a very nighty-night for a walkie! Plankton: Ain't that the truth? Hey, nothing gets past you. One could say you have the formula for honesty. SpongeBob: Uh, yeah. One could say that I guess. Uh, anyway, I gotta go wash my formula--HAIR! Hair! I gotta go wash my hair! SpongeBob: (laughing nervously) Okay, bye! (walks home) Narrator: The next morning... SpongeBob: Now remember, Gary. I'm entrusting you. Gary: Meow. SpongeBob: Stay shxrp, Gary. Don't let anyone inside. Gary: Meow. SpongeBob: Bye, Gary! (Plankton watches as SpongeBob leaves. Laughs) Gary: (hears a knĻƒck at the door) Meow. (opens the door) Meow, meow! (slams the door) Plankton: (gets mad and throws box on the ground, which explode. Stunned) Note to self: nitroglycerin is not a substitute for vanilla extract. (collapses) (goes back into the kitchen. Plankton opens the fridge, jumps on the stove, and knocks the fridge over. He then knocks the stove over and climbs through the ducts) Nope, nope, nope. (he climbs in the cupboards, and rummages through it. Gary wakes up from his nap and goes downstairs to see where the noise is coming from. Plankton sneaks past Gary and goes upstairs to search in SpongeBob's room. Gary sees him and gets an idea) Plankton: (walks out of SpongeBob's room and slips on Gary's slime, bounces off a mattress and flies into the ceiling fan, which spins him around and flings him in a basketball net, through a pipe, and onto a record player. The record player spins Plankton and he gets caught under. He falls off and into a puddle of glue. A bowling ball rolls on top of him, squishing and sticking him to it. The bowling ball rolls into a bunch of flower pots like bowling pins. A robotic vacuum cleaner sucks up the mess, including Plankton, who pops out of the dust bin) Alright, snail. Let's go! (Gary beats up Plankton with his eyestalks. After he recovers, he notices the opening of Gary's shell) Of course! What a fĆøĆøls I've been! (climbs inside) SpongeBob's hidden the secret formula inside Gary's shell! (one of Gary's eyes starts following him. Plankton starts running away as it chases him throughout all sorts of surreal dimensions in Gary's shell) SpongeBob: (returns home) Gary, I'm home! (gasps as soon as he sees the inside of his house is demolished) What happened here?! (gasps) My first Krabby Patty! I had it bronzed! Aw, and I was gonna give that to my grandchildren. (gasps again) My Mermaid Man collectible pants! I could've worn them a thousand more times. (gasps a third time) My glass of water! (teary-eyed) I was gonna drınk that. (walks up to his TV set. The Krabby Patty formula is on top of it) Oh, the Krabby Patty formula! Whew! It's safe and right where I left it. (spots Gary with his eye in his shell) Gary, did you do this? (Gary growls) What's the matter, Gary? Something wrong with your shell? Gary: Meow, meow! SpongeBob: Something's not right, Gary. Plankton: (stops running and reaches a đeađ end) Ha! I lost him! Now I'M lost. (Gary's shell abruptly tilts, causing him to fall deeper into the shell's center) Ow... my head... oh, I must be in the centre of the shell. (sees a piece of paper sticking out of the snail slime) What's that? (takes the paper out of the slime and opens it) This is it! Just like I thought! It was hidden here all the time! The secret Krabby Patty formula! It's beautiful! (a light shines on Plankton) The heavenly light! I always knew I'd see it once I've gotten the formula! (cut to the vet, where it's revealed that Gary's shell is opened up with Plankton inside holding a grocery list, looking dizzy and hallucinating) Doctor: Well, that's odd. Who's that? SpongeBob: Hey, it's Plankton. Doctor: What's he got there? SpongeBob: Looks like one of my old grocery lists. Doctor: I don't know how he got in there, but the gasses inside this shell are making the little guy hallucinate. He would've smelled the gasses if he had a nose like most good-hearted people. (takes a deep whiff) Plankton: (laughs crazy)
i am lucky š–¦ć€€ Ėš 怀怀怀. āœ§ć€€ć€€ 怀Ėš 怀怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€ 怀怀 Ėš 怀怀怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€Ėš 怀. į°” luck is always by my side į°” i am the luckiest girl right now į°” luck never lets me down į°” it always turns out good į°” everything i want is mine į°” miracles happen to me daily į°” things always work out for me į°” i am always just so lucky 怀怀 Ėš . āœ§ć€€ć€€ Ėš
"Today, after a 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me at the grocery store and gave me a hug. When I tensed up, she realized I didn't recognize her. She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the most sincere smile and said, "On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center."
Smileys & Emotion Face Smiling šŸ˜€ Grinning Face šŸ˜ƒ Grinning Face With Big Eyes šŸ˜„ Grinning Face With Smiling Eyes šŸ˜ Beaming Face With Smiling Eyes šŸ˜† Grinning Squinting Face šŸ˜… Grinning Face With Sweat šŸ¤£ Rolling on the Floor Laughing šŸ˜‚ Face With Tears of Joy šŸ™‚ Slightly Smiling Face šŸ™ƒ Upside-Down Face šŸ«  Melting Face šŸ˜‰ Winking Face šŸ˜Š Smiling Face With Smiling Eyes šŸ˜‡ Smiling Face With Halo šŸ˜˜ Face Affection šŸ„° Smiling Face With Hearts šŸ˜ Smiling Face With Heart-Eyes šŸ¤© Star-Struck šŸ˜˜ Face Blowing a Kiss šŸ˜— Kissing Face ā˜ŗļø Smiling Face šŸ˜š Kissing Face With Closed Eyes šŸ˜™ Kissing Face With Smiling Eyes šŸ„² Smiling Face With Tear šŸ˜› Face Tongue šŸ˜‹ Face Savoring Food šŸ˜› Face With Tongue šŸ˜œ Winking Face With Tongue šŸ¤Ŗ Zany Face šŸ˜ Squinting Face With Tongue šŸ¤‘ Money-Mouth Face šŸ¤­ Face Hand šŸ¤— Hugging Face šŸ¤­ Face With Hand Over Mouth šŸ«¢ Face With Open Eyes And Hand Over Mouth šŸ«£ Face With Peeking Eye šŸ¤« Shushing Face šŸ¤” Thinking Face šŸ«” Saluting Face Ezoic šŸ˜‘ Face Neutral Skeptical šŸ¤ Zipper-Mouth Face šŸ¤Ø Face With Raised Eyebrow šŸ˜ Neutral Face šŸ˜‘ Expressionless Face šŸ˜¶ Face Without Mouth šŸ«„ Dotted Line Face šŸ˜¶ā€šŸŒ«ļø Face in clouds šŸ˜ Smirking Face šŸ˜’ Unamused Face šŸ™„ Face With Rolling Eyes šŸ˜¬ Grimacing Face šŸ˜®ā€šŸ’Ø Face exhaling šŸ¤„ Lying Face šŸ«Ø Shaking Face šŸ™‚ā€ā†”ļø Head Shaking Horizontally šŸ™‚ā€ā†•ļø Head Shaking Vertically
r/shortscarystories 23 hr. ago captain-howdy2323 Unknown Stranger Oh my! I can hear him moving around down stairs. Can I remember if I heard him come inside? Idk. I must have because I've armed myself. I cower away in this closet. But I can't remember any of that. I must be in shock. Oh my heart is racing. I hear him coming up the stairs. It won't be long until he finds me. I can already see what everyone will be saying. "Man found in house", "The bloodbath". He's right outside the room. I'm breathing so heavily. I'm sure he can hear me. Please, stop shaking. Please, nerves calm down. He's opening the door. This is it. Finally. I've been waiting in his closet for hours.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 8 mo. ago homestarmy_recruiter "Turn back," I begged my friend as he drove, sirens wailing in the background. He seemed desperate not to, at first, but after I got one of his earplugs out, he agreed that their voices were too beautiful to ignore.
A White Lie I'm the last one here. Those things have killed everyone else. Those things with the huge wings, with the beady eyes, with the sharp claws....every time I close my eyes see my coworkers being ripped apart. A few of us made it to the building here, but even here we aren't safe. I watched them get picked off one by one, screaming as they fought against death. I tried to stop it I swear I did I tried... Now I'm running through the building to the main power center. With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing one of these buttons. Either will press the red button, or the green button. Supposedly, one button will turn the power doors back on, protecting us from whatever that shrieking, hungry, and angry...thing is outside. That's the red button. The other button is green and opens the opposite side power door, and I can only imagine what might be out there. Why had I agreed to come and research in this lab? I think as I run, hearing the screeches behind me. Oh .... Why did I lie on my application? Why didn't I admit I was color blind?
I was starving and lost in the woods until I found a hiker; I'm full now but I just wished she hadnļæ½ļæ½ļæ½t screamed so loud.
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Kamp Koral: SpongeBob's Under Years season two episodes: Mad Science Squirrel: Plankton recruits Sandy to help in his lab. (#227A) To Pop a Bubble: SpongeBob is determined to find out who popped his new bubble friend. (#227B) No title card available High and Dry: The Dinghy cabin camps overnight out of the water. (#228A) The Beardsman: Wilderness expert Paul Grunion visits the camp. (#228B) Five Times the Fun: When Patrick's detached limbs regrow into five Patrick clones, it's up to the gang to stop them before they take over the camp. (#229A) Low Falutin: Rea and Roh get a taste of the cheap life after they lose all their money. (#229B) Nut Madness: Things get nutty at camp when Sandy goes feral over the sight of peanuts. (#330A) Mermaid Men and Barnacle Boys: The Dinghy and Pontoon cabins go head-to-head in a series of superhero challenges. (#230B) A Tale of Two Roxies: It's a classic case of sibling rivalry after the conjoined Roxie sisters split up. (#231A) Nite Owls: When the Dinghies attempt to stay up all night, they discover a side of camp they've never seen before. (#231B) Calling Some Monsters: Realizing the monsters are actually quite boring, SpongeBob and Patrick set out to help them channel their wild side. (#232A) Dig This: A mysterious bone discovery at Kamp Koral leads Sandy to start an archeological dig. (#232B) Un-Breaking and De-Entering: SpongeBob discovers that Gary's been secretly taking items from everyone in camp. (#233A) Swimmin' Holed: After SpongeBob and Patrick discover Narlene and Nobby's secret swimming hole, it doesn't stay a secret for long. (#233B) Krabsy the Klown: When Mr. Krabs reveals that he used to be a clown, SpongeBob convinces him to wear the big shoes once again. (#234A) Lords of the LARP: Mo joins the Pontoon cabin's LARP (live action role-playing) group. (#234B) Mascot Mayhem: SpongeBob and Patrick compete to become Kamp Koral's mascot. (#235A) Putt Up or Shut Up: Mr. Krabs and Squidward compete head-to-head to see who is the better golfer. (#235B) Who's Complaining?: Mr. Krabs puts Squidward in charge of Kamp Koral's complaint department. (#236A) Patrick's Star: SpongeBob and Sandy gift Patrick a star for his birthday. (#236B) A Finful of Sand Dollars: Sheriff Sandy pulls out all the stops when a ne'er-do-well interloper turns Kamp Koral's Western Day upside down. (#237A) Cretins of the Night: SpongeBob and Patrick discover the ups and downs of vampire life with Kidferatu's help. (#237B) The Suit Suits You: Sandy learns the dangers of untested technology while an old companion goes on a journey of self-discovery. (#238A) Parasite Pals: SpongeBob's relationship with the rest of camp is pushed to the brink by his newest friend, a parasite living in him. (#238B) End of Summer Daze: Summer is over, and SpongeBob and Patrick stay behind for one final attempt to catch a jellyfish ā€“ but they're not the only ones hiding out at camp. (#239)
Not only have we implanted a lifetime of human memories into this rat but we can now monitor what it's thinking. It appears to think it's reading the second line of a two sentence story on-line right now..
The Patrick Star Show season two episodes: The Commode Episode: Patrick gets stuck in the bathroom. (#232A.) Tying the Klop-Knot: Bunny and Cecil need to get married again. (#232B.) Chum Bucket List: SpongeBob helps Patrick fulfill his bucket list. (#233A.) Big Baby Pat: Patrick has a nostalgic meltdown. (#233B) Is There a Director in the House?: While Squidina is away at camp, Patrick needs a new director. (#234A) Star Cruise: The Star family is abducted by aliens. (#234B) Best Served Cold: The enemies of the Star family team up to exact revenge. (#235A) Tattoo Hullabaloo: Bunny loses a tattoo. (#235B) Too Many Patricks: Patrick hires more Patricks to perform at birthday parties. (#236A) Much Tofu About Nothing: Pat-Thos shares a Hamdonian tale of love and pork products. (#236B) Face Off/Model: Patrick wakes up off-model. (#237A) 5 Star Restaurant: The Star family works at the Krusty Krab. (#237B) At Home, on the Lam: Bunny tries to punish Patrick for chocolate-favored crimes. (#238A) Pick Patrick's Path: The Lawnies vote for what Patrick does next in a special "Choose Your Own Adventure" episode of The Patrick Show!. (#238B)
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ar Ų“Ł…Ų“ŁˆŁ† (Ų“Ų®ŲµŁŠŲ©) Bangla ą¦Ŗą§ą¦²ą§ą¦Æą¦¾ą¦™ą§ą¦•ą¦Ÿą¦Ø Catalan PlĆ ncton Chinese ēš®č€ęæ Hebrew פלנקטון hr Å ime Josip Plankton ć‚·ć‚§ćƒ«ćƒ‰ćƒ³ćƒ»ć‚øć‚§ćƒ¼ćƒ»ćƒ—ćƒ©ćƒ³ć‚Æćƒˆćƒ³ ļ¼ˆSheldon J. Planktonļ¼‰ ć‚·ć‚§ćƒ«ćƒ‰ćƒ³ćƒ»Jćƒ»ćƒ—ćƒ©ćƒ³ć‚Æćƒˆćƒ³ ko ķ”Œėž‘ķ¬ķ†¤ (ė“±ģž„ģøė¬¼) ru ŠŸŠ»Š°Š½ŠŗтŠ¾Š½ (ŠæŠµŃ€ŃŠ¾Š½Š°Š¶) sr ŠØŠµŠ»Š“Š¾Š½ ŠŸŠ»Š°Š½ŠŗтŠ¾Š½ zh ēš®č€é—†
š’š’‡š’‡š’š’Šš’š’† š‘Žš‘›š‘‘ š’š’š’š’Šš’š’† š‘–'š‘š š‘ š‘”š‘–š‘™š‘™ š‘”ā„Žš‘’ š‘ š‘Žš‘šš‘’ š‘š‘Ÿš‘–š‘›š‘š‘’š‘ š‘ , š‘ š‘¤š‘’š‘’š‘” š‘Žš‘  š‘£š‘Žš‘›š‘–š‘™š‘™š‘Ž š‘Žš‘›š‘‘ š‘ š‘”š‘Ÿš‘Žš‘¤š‘š‘’š‘Ÿš‘Ÿš‘¦ š‘“š‘Ÿš‘œš‘ š‘”š‘–š‘›š‘” ā™” Ėšā‚Šā€§āŗ
stop trying so hard for people who don't care Feb 18th, 2018
ā—Œ šŸŒø ā €×…ā €ā €×ā € š—‡š–¾š— š—†š—ˆš—‡š—š—ć€€ ā€Žā—Œ šŸ§ššŸ½ā€ā™‚ļø ā €×…ā €ā €×ā € š—‡š–¾š— š—š—‚š–»š–¾š—Œ 怀 ā€Žā—Œ šŸ«§ ā €×…ā €ā €×ā € š—‡š–¾š— š—†š–ŗš—€š—‚š–¼ ā€Žā—Œ šŸŒ± ā €×…ā €ā €×ā € š—‡š–¾š— š–¾š—‡š–¾š—‹š—€š—’ ā€Žā—Œ šŸŖ· ā €×…ā €ā €×ā € š—‡š–¾š— š–»š–¾š—€š—‚š—‡š—‡š—‚š—‡š—€š—Œ
To who ever is reading this; youā€™re lovely. Absolutely lovely. A perfect creation. You have so much potential and can achieve so much. Really, you are. So live your life the way it feel right, dream big dreams, and live passionately. Aug 19th, 2019
š‘€š‘œš‘›š‘‘š‘Žš‘¦ š½š‘œš‘¢š‘Ÿš‘›š‘Žš‘™ š‘ƒš‘Ÿš‘œš‘šš‘š‘”š‘  what are 3 things i want to accomplish this week? what are 3 ways i can improve from last week? what can i let go of this week? what drained my energy last week? how can i prevent that from happening this week? list 3 things iā€™m grateful for my affirmation for this week is?
Repost this If you miss someone right now. July 27, 2015
š‘”š‘–š‘ šŸŽ€ ą·† self love is respecting yourself ą·† self love is setting boundaries ą·† self love is not skipping meals ą·† self love is standing firm on your beliefs ą·† self love is being kind to yourself ą·† self love is listening to what your body needs ą·† self love is prioritizing your mental health ą·† self love is embracing your physical ā€œflawsā€ because itā€™s a part of you and makes you who you are ą·† self love is leaving people and situations that drain you ą·† self love is saying ā€œnoā€ to situations youā€™re not comfortable with even if it hurts someone elseā€™s feelings
Losing Carrie Carrieā€™s parents were deep in mourning They had lost their daughter, without warning Her mom moaned and wailed in deep sorrow Her dad would call the funeral home tomorrow Her mom looked down and in her head She wondered, if Carrie could, what she would have said If she could speak to them now, reach into their hearts Tell them how they would cope, where could they start? Her father looked down also and in his head His mind was racing with a sense of dread See, if Carrie could talk what she really would have said Is, ā€˜Mom, please help me, he knows Iā€™m not dead.ā€™
Skin Deep On Monday she looked beautiful, her skin silky smooth and sleek. Then on Tuesday she was saddened by the pimple on her cheek. Wednesday was a nightmare, the awful blemish grew and grew. On Thursday people stopped and stared; it seemed like everybody knew. Friday left her scrambling, finding cover-up that matched. And early Saturday morningā€¦ hatched.
Hidden by the Rustling Corn The shortcut through the Corn field tempts you as youā€™re walking home the clouds above keep the moon concealed As you enter the swaying corn, alone. - The corn grows tall and thick, my friend, the path you chose is muddy it grows in rows without scope or end and in the dark, you hurry - You donā€™t see the standing forms As you pass them on your way they stand still amongst the swaying corn which hides their pallor, and decay - hundreds gather in this field tonight though you see none at all yet still you look around in fright but the corn grows too thick, too tall - You tell yourself as you continue through ā€œIts merely the rustling of the leaves,ā€ But they see you, and they hear you, And they might not let you leave.
I Want to Help It was a beautiful morning when I woke up, the sun shining through and the wildlife up and about. I went for my morning stroll, taking my usual route. I stopped by the surface of the water, when I saw the most peculiar thing: a little girlā€¦ In there. Couldnā€™t she breathe? Why didnā€™t she come out? Panicking, I reached out and grabbed her arms, yanking her out of it and holding her close to me. She started to scream, but then seemed to be choking. I tried to calm her down. ā€œShhā€¦ Everything is fine, little one, I saved you! Relax! Breathe in!ā€ But she wouldnā€™t. And soon, despite all my efforts, she went limp. Not again! I couldnā€™t understand. I had taken her out of that horrible, disgusting air, and into the safety of the water. What had I done wrong this time? Maybe my tentacles frighten them. Maybe I wasnā€™t gentle enough. Human children are so unpredictable. Iā€™ll save one for real next time, I swear.
The End ā€œThe End is nighā€ ā€œAgency Officials: Spend this time with your loved onesā€ ā€œCitizens prepare for the Inevitableā€ The newspapers were all the same. His mother whisked him away from the news stand and into her arms, but not before he read the last headline. ā€œThe Invasion: What could We have done?ā€ ā€œMommy, whatā€™s happening?ā€ he whispered. She pressed his warm, chubby hand to her wet cheek and let out a quiet sob. ā€œThe humans. They found us.ā€
in my healing era ā˜ļø į”£š­© ļ¾Ÿļ½” in my healing era ā˜ļø į”£š­© ļ¾Ÿļ½” in my healing era ā˜ļø į”£š­© ļ¾Ÿļ½” in my healing era ā˜ļø į”£š­© ļ¾Ÿļ½” in my healing era ā˜ļø į”£š­© ļ¾Ÿļ½” in my healing era ā˜ļø į”£š­© ļ¾Ÿļ½”
Best PLANKBOB Episodes Season 1 10b "F.U.N." 15a "Sleepy Time" 16a "Valentine's Day" Season 6 109b "The Krabby Kronicle" 122b "Single Cell Anniversary" Season 7 137a "One Coarse Meal" 139a "Gramma's Secret Recipe" 141b "The Main Drain" Season 8 168b "Fiasco!" 177b "Move It or Lose It" The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water Season 9 198b "CopyBob DittoPants" 203a "Pineapple Invasion" Season 10 207a "Mimic Madness" 207b "House Worming" 209b "Plankton Gets the Boot" 210b "Burst Your Bubble" 228b "Grandmum's the Word" 230b "Bottle Burglars" 232b "Shopping List" 235a "Plankton Paranoia" 238b "Karen's Virus" The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge on the Run Season 12 246a "Plankton's Old Chum" 254-255 "SpongeBob's Big Birthday Blowout" 259a "The Ghost of Plankton" 259b "My Two Krabses" 264a "Plankton's Intern" Season 13 272 "SpongeBob's Road to Christmas" 284a "The Flower Plot" 285a "Delivery to Monster Island" 289a "My Friend Patty" Season 14 294a "Single-Celled Defense" 305b "Sheldon SquarePants"
ćƒ»ć€‚ćƒ»ć€‚ćƒ»ć€‚ćƒ»ć€‚ćƒ»ć€‚ćƒ»ć€‚ćƒ»ć€‚ćƒ»ć€‚ćƒ»ć€‚ćƒ» i hope this year brings us lots of love, blessings and good people šŸ§ āŸ” ļ¾Ÿļ½”
怀怀 Ėš 怀怀怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€ 怀怀Ėš 怀怀怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€ 怀怀Ėš 怀怀怀 . you are bigger than what is making you anxious 怀怀 Ėš 怀怀怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€ 怀怀Ėš 怀怀怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€ 怀怀Ėš 怀怀怀 .
. āœ§ 怀 Ėšć€€ . i will face whatever comes today with a positive attitude ā™” 怀怀Ėš 怀 . āœ§ć€€ć€€ .
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compassionatereminders "But why do you let your disability stop you?" Because that's.... what disabilities... do. That's... literally the basic definition... of being disabled... A disability impairs your ability to function. That's what the term means. That's the main thing Feb 17th, 2024
My family Story by Pansyk I died eight years ago. It wasnā€™t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I donā€™t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life. It's not his fault. I know that. Iā€™m not cruel. I am not vengeful. If anything, Iā€™m the opposite.. ā†“Keep reading ā†“ 31ST OCT 2020 u/Pansyk I donā€™t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wiŅ‰fĆ© was in labour, and lost control of the car and I lost my lÄÆfe. It's not his fault. I am not vengeful. Iā€™m the opposite. You see, I donā€™t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wiŅ‰fĆ© held her newborn daughter Lily close to her. I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home. Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasnā€™t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didnā€™t get tired. I could help her. As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they werenā€™t alone in the house. It didnā€™t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And Iā€™d never been malevolent, so they werenā€™t afraid or angry. They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt likeā€¦ A member of the family. Someone is trying to force the door. Its Loriā€™s ex. Heā€™s obsessive. Heā€™s angry. Heā€™s going to hurĶ˜t the family. My family. The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that. The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin. Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And theyā€™re not gonna join me yet.
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1 day ago u/Sticky_Cheetos He handed me a box and said, ā€œIf you press this button, you get $100,000, but it takes one year off of your lÄÆfe.ā€ I pressed it once, and everything went darkĢµ.
nondivisable some of yall need to understand that "my bĆødy, my chĆøice" also applies to: addicts in active addiction with no intention of quitting phys dısabled people who deny medical treatment neurodivergent people who deny psychiatric treatment (yes, including schizophrenic people and people with personality dısorder) trans people who want or don't want to medically transition and if you can't understand that, then you don't get to use the phrase
Episode Transcript: Plankton's Regular (episode starts at the Chum Bucket, where Plankton is grumbling) Karen: What's wrong now? Plankton: Same as always, look. Empty again. Karen: So what are you going to do about it? Plankton: I don't know anymore. (cries) Karen: (fake cries) Why don't you just work on a new recipe? Plankton: What's the point? I haven't had a customer in years! (Nat walks in) Nat: Hello. Plankton: Away with you! Can't you see that I'm self-loathing here? Nat: Sorry, I just wanted a Chum Stick. Plankton: What? Nat: Yes, I'd like one of your Chum Sticks. Plankton: You're kidding right? Nat: No, I'm serious, I want a Chum Stick. Plankton: Uh, okay, if you insist. (hands him a Chum Stick, and Nat eats it) Oh no, please don't sue me. (Nat finishes the whole thing and says: "Mmm-mmm!") I can't believe someone actually enjoys my Chum. (laughs) Nat: Now this was so good. I'm going to have to come back, tomorrow. (hands him a dollar) Here you go. See you in the morning. Plankton: (to Karen) Did you see that? I didn't even have to threaten his lıfe! He loves it! Excuse me Karen, but I've gotta whip up some more. (cuts to Plankton running out of the Kitchen with a Chum Stick) Now, I wait. I wait until he returns. (hops up on a stood, and stares out the window) I wait. I wait. I wait. (bored) I wait. (time card appears) French Narrator: 8 hours later... (Plankton is asleep, then the clock wakes him up) Plankton: Huh? Nat? Hello? Huh? What? (sees the clock) Oh, it's closing time. I should have known it was too gooĶ d to be true. Nat: Hey. Plankton: Well hello, Nat. Nat: I came back like I said yesterday. Plankton: You certainly did, didn't you? Nat: I'd like another Chum Stick, please? Plankton: Well, it's your lucky day, Nat. I happen to have a quite delectable one, right here. Nat: Oh, boy! (eats it) Plankton: Is it okay? Nat: (angry) Okay? (happy) It's perfection! (both laugh, and then do a high five) Hey, how about I have another. Plankton: You bet 'ya. (gives Nat another one, and he eats it) Nat: Whoo, boy! I cannot believe how good these things are. Plankton: Oh, well, you know... Nat: All right, see you tomorrow. (hands him another dollar) Plankton: What? You're coming back again? Nat: Oh, you know it! And the day after that, and the next week after that! You've got a regular customer on your hands! (walks out) Plankton: Oh my, this is amazing! At last, I've got my revenue! (laughs evilly. Bubble-wipe to the Krusty Krab, where Mr. Krabs is laughing and singing) Music: Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' Mr. Krabs: Rollin', rollin' rollin'. Money keeps on rollin'. Mr. Krabs: (he is playing bowling with money) One more time! (notices Plankton) No way, Plankton! You're not getting me formula this time, or any time! (throws him on the counter, then gets a spoon, and crashes him) Plankton: Don't bother. There's no need. Mr. Krabs: What are you talking about? Plankton: I'm just saying, I no longer need to copy you, Krabs. I've got my own winning recipe now. Mr. Krabs: (laughs) You're really funny, man! You think you can compete with me? Look Plankton, look at all these loyal customers. Loyal to me, not to you! Nat: (enters) Hey Plankton, can I get another one of your delicious Chum Sticks? Plankton: But of course... loyal customer. (hops out of Mr. Krabs' hands, onto Nat's hand) I'll see you later, loser. Much later! (laughs) Mr. Krabs: Oh no! How can this be? Boy, front and centre! SpongeBob: Yes, sir! Mr. Krabs: Plankton's trying to overthrow me business! He's got a customer that actually likes his food! You've gotta get that guy back on our side, with a couple of Krabby Patties. SpongeBob: Oh, you can count on me sir. (bubble-wipe to Nat walking toward the Chum Bucket) Pardon me, you smart fellow? Down here. (he is laying on the floor, like a mat) Why settle for Plankton's Chum... (holds up a plate with a Krabby Patty in front of Nat) ...when you can enjoy a steaming Krabby Patty, for free? Nat: (sniffs it) No thanks. (opens the door, peeling off SpongeBob's skın) SpongeBob: Barnacles! (bubble-wipe to SpongeBob in a chair) There he is. Just in time for breakfast. (walks down the street, then throes a rock on the ground) Oh, I am such a clumsy oaf. I sure hope nothing happens to this Krabby Patty as I step carefully over this rock here. (deliberately tripÅ«s on the rock) Oh, no! Too late! No! No! (tries to sHOVel the patty in his mĆøuth, but his mĆøuth dodges it) Oops. Oops. Oops. Oops. Oops. Come on, Nat. Just one accidenta1 bite! I see you're not hungry right now, but I'm telling you, that Krabby Patty will make a great snack later. (Nat's face is messy) Nat: Yeah, do me a favour. (rips off SpongeBob's pans, uses it as a napkin to wipe his messy face, then gives it back) From now on, keep those Shabby Patties to yourself. (walks away) SpongeBob: Oh, fish paste! (bubble-wipe to the Chum Bucket) Plankton: Nat, back all ready? That's the fifth time today. Not that I'm surprised. Karen. babe, get Nat here another plate of that sweet Chum. Karen: Yes, your diminutiveness. (goes in the kitchen) Plankton: Say, Nat, do you have any frıends? Nat: Nope. (Plankton sings a little, then laughs) Plankton: Would you hurry up with that Chum, Karen?! SpongeBob: (imitating Karen) Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep your tiny pans on Plankton, bleep bloop. (throws a Krabby Patty) There's your Chum, bleep blap blop. Nat: Hey, this doesn't look like Chum. Plankton: A that doesn't look like Karen. (SpongeBob, shaped just like Karen, is shown) SpongeBob: Why don't be ridiculĆøus my husband, bleep blap. Of course it's me. Plankton: What have you done with Karen, you brute?! (cutt1ng to the kitchen, where Karen is taped up) Nat: How many times do I have to tell you? I don't want to eat your trash! Plankton's chum is my favourite breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I LOVE CHUM! So forget it! I don't want to eat anything else! (SpongeBob returns to normal, and speaks in his normal voice) SpongeBob: So you're saying that you love Chum? And all that you ever eat, is Chum? Nat: Yeah! That's right! SpongeBob: Interesting. (walks away. Bubble-wipe to Nat walking out of a trailer. He notices a hĆøle with a sign that says "Shortcut 2 Chum Bucket") Nat: A shortcut to the Chum Bucket? Hmm. That must be for me. (goes through the hĆøle, but it leads to the Krusty Krab) SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs: Welcome, valued customer. Nat: This isn't the Chum Bucket. Mr. Krabs: (laughs) Why go to the Chum Bucket, when the Krusty Krab is adding tasty Chum to our menu? Nat: That's okay, I only eat Chum Bucket brand Chum. Mr. Krabs: But we've developed a special recipe for the most discerning Chum lovers. Besides, I locked all the exits until you give it a try. So what do you say? (Nat eats it, then spits it out) You like it? Nat: (brushes the chum off) It's... (vomıtıng fills up his cheeks) Mr. Krabs: Yeah? Nat: It's... (coughs) Mr. Krabs: Well, what do you think? Nat: It's the second foulest thing I've ever tasted! (vomıtıng) I'm going back to Plankton's Chum. (crawls away) Mr. Krabs: What am I going to do? I can't let Plankton have as much as one single customer! (cries) I just can't afford it. SpongeBob: I guess you'll have to make Chum just like Plankton's. Mr. Krabs: But to do that, I'd have to know how Plankton makes his Chum. (his eyes turn into light bulbs) That's it boy-yo! (bubble-wipe to the Chum Bucket at night. Sneaks over, and cuts a hĆøle, allowing him to get in) Where could it be? (notices the safe) There! Plankton's secret formula. (tries to open it) It's gotta be in here (an alarm goes off, and he gets crushed by a giant spoon) Plankton: (laughs) What do you think, Krabs baby? This time I caught you trying to şteal my secret formula! Ironic, isn't it? Mr. Krabs: Unfortunately, I have no way of knowing. You see, crabs are not born with an inkling of irony. Plankton: Ouch, double irony! (SpongeBob picks him up) SpongeBob: Triple irony, Plankton! Though you nabbed Krabs trying to şteal your formula, I'm still here to ruin your evıl plans! So it's like a dollop of irony on top of an ironic twist. (Plankton groans) I mean just think about that. (Plankton presses a button on his remote) You know, in a weird way, it's like we never left the... (gets crashed by another giant spoon) Plankton: Good thing I sprang for the dual spoon installation. Karen: Call it a computer's intuition, but I sense your regular approaching, with an unusually large wad of cash. (her screen shows Nat walking to The Chum Bucket with his money) Mr. Krabs: Look at all that loot! Plankton: That's right, Krabs! And you're going to have to keep looking when my customer comes in and pays me for my Chum! Mr. Krabs: D'oh, just put me out of me miserly! (Nat walks in) Plankton: Back for more of my delicious Chum, I see. Nat: Not this time! Plankton and Mr. Krabs: Huh? Nat: (to Karen) Not ever again! The deal's off, computer! I can't eat another bite of that slop, no matter how much you pay me! Plankton: Ha-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-huh? Nat: I have eaten ten of those things, and I've already had to go to the doctor, twice! (passes outĢø. Two men put him on a medical bed) If you need me, I'll be getting my stomach dump3d... again. (they carry him out) Plankton: What's the deal, Karen? Karen: The deal, was that I paid Nat to eat your Chum, so you'd quit your constant complaining. Plankton: All this time, I never had one regular customer? Karen: Duh. Plankton: I should have known! Why would anyone ever eat my slop? Karen: Uhh, there he goes again. Cut it out, Plankton! Plankton: What? It's just obvious that I'm a complete faılure, and waster of a lower lıfe form! Oh, woe is me! (cries) SpongeBob: Quickly, now is the time to make a hasty retreat! Mr. Krabs: What? And miss this? I've never enjoyed meself more! This irony is pretty good stuff! (laughs)
chthonic-pain if you work at an inaccessible venue and a dısabled person calls up to ask if there is wheelchair access, you are doing them a favour and being a good ally by saying the truth and warning that person about inaccessibility. if you want to help dısabled people, you need to make an effort not to put obstacles in our way, and that means informing us of access issues so that we can plan around them and avoid getting stuck or hurtĢø. if you lie about or try to minimise access issues, you are instead putting us in danger. we will learn about the inaccessibility one way or another: either by you telling us, or by going there and finding out for ourselves when we hit a roadblock. don't let it be the second one.. Mar 28th, 2024
bebsi-cola disabled people deserve more than the bare minimum to live tbh and i don't mean in the "oh we have extra costs that makes being disabled more expensive" - which is true but i'm counting those in the budget to live. disabled people also deserve enough money to buy treats, nice clothes, fund their hobbies, take a trip away and so on. being disabled shouldn't force you into a life of frugality and poverty Mar 7th, 2024
Accessibility should not be an afterthought Feb 21st, 2024 silversarcasm Your daily reminder that inaccessibility isnā€™t just a little bothį„±r to dısabled people but is part of a violent ableist culture that bars dısabled people from many parts of life and treats them as unimportant and unneeded
daily affirmations Ė™įµ•Ė™ ā¤ļøŽ i wonā€™t be so hard on myself ā¤ļøŽ i belong here ā¤ļøŽ i am worthy of what i desire ā¤ļøŽ i love me always ā¤ļøŽ happiness is in my hands
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SpongeBob episode ideas (not actual episodes when written) By @alyjaci on April 2024 sandy tells about her lıfe's adventures in texas pearl takes a job walking Ms puffs amoeba puppy Matilda Squidward tricks spongebob and Patrick in-to doing his chores SpongeBob grandma invites spongebob to a bingo game pearl volunteers at shady shoals spongebob helps plankton spending time with him when plankton gets ınjured much to mr krabs dismay spongebob and Patrick set up a date for mr krabs and Ms puff gary plays with spot at the park The krusty krab hosts a bingo game and the gangs grandparents attend including SpongeBob grandma and squidward grandma and plankton's grandma Sandy helps install a mechanical bull ride at the krusty krab Spongebob and Patrick take plankton to goofy goobers for icecream plankton seeks bubble bass help to ruin the krusty krab out of business Spongebob loyalty to krusty krabs conflicted when plankton's bullied Nosferatu and slappy tried to find a good restaurant to eat pearl wants to sneak out
Episode Transcript: Sleepy Time Mrs. Puff: (takes his licence and tears it up) Not even in your dreams, Mr. SquarePants! SpongeBob: No! (flies through the dream cloud and on SpongeBobā€™s real bed) Ouch! Where am I? (walks and looks up to his real self) Is that me? Or is this me? Am I still dreaming? Gary: Meow. (snoring) Meow. SpongeBob: (walks up to Gary's dream cloud) This must be Gary's dream. I'm gonna get a closer look. (jumps into the dream cloud and falls to the ground) Whoa! Wow. Look at all these books. I wonder where Gary is. Gary! Huh? (walks up to Gary reading a book) Excuse me, sir. Have you seen...? (Gary turns around) Gary: SpongeBob? SpongeBob: Gary? Gary: How dare you invade the sanctity of my dreams? SpongeBob: Gary! You can talk! Gary: (sighs) In dreams, one is not tethered by earthly limitations. SpongeBob: What does that mean? Gary: Come. For ages, dreams have been thought of as windows to another realm. (picks up a book and reads from it) "Let me not mar that perfect dream by an aurora stain, but so adjust my daily night that it may come again." Emily Dickinson wrote that. SpongeBob: Who? Gary: (flips a few pages) Here's one you might know. (clears throat) There once was a man from Peru who dreamed he was eating his shoe. He woke with a fright in the middle of the night to find that his dream had come true. SpongeBob: (laughs) Gee Gary, you sure are smart. Gary: Did you think my shell was full of not air? SpongeBob: Well, thanks for the info, Gary. I'm going back to my own dream now. Gary: Beware of your wandering eye, you little poriferan! SpongeBob: (jumps out of Gary's dream cloud and hops up onto his alarm clock to get into his own; sees Patrick's dream cloud outside the window) I wonder what Patrick's dreaming. (Patrick is stuck to the bottom of his rock, sucking his thumb and snoring; SpongeBob runs over) I can't resist! (laughs and jumps in; inside, he opens a door; everything is white, and there is no scenery, just Patrick rocking back and forth on a 25Ā¢ kiddie ride) Hey Patrick! Patrick: Hi SpongeBob. SpongeBob: (walks over) You know Patrick, this is a dream. You can do anything you want. Patrick: Yup. SpongeBob: I mean anything! Watch. I can turn into a skyscraper. (transforms into the shape of a skyscraper) Going up! Eh? (sees that Patrick is unresponsive; looks dull) I can make... a million of me! (changes back to his normal shape and size, this time with a million copies of himself) Eh? Eh? (the clones disappear) Ah, tartar sauce. I'm going to a different dream. (leaves) Patrick: Okay. Bye SpongeBob. (kiddie ride comes to a halt; Patrick reaches into his pocket and pulls out another quarter and goes to put it in the slot, but accidentally drops it and it rolls away) Oh!!! (the quarter falls into a grate) Shoot, that was my last quarter. (sits on the ride with a dull gaze; meanwhile, SpongeBob hops out of the dream cloud and starts to walk down the block; he stops below Squidward's dream cloud) SpongeBob Ooh, this is gonna be good! (sucks in air and floats up into the cloud; inside, Squidward is playing clarinet in front of an applauding crowd; he has a powdered wig on his head) Psst! Squidward! (waving in the audience; Squidward stops playing) Hey, Squidward! Squidward: SpongeBob! (everyone cheers) Squidward: (bows) Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. (a few audience members run up and grab SpongeBob and push Squidward out of the way) What is this instrument that produces such lovely sound? SpongeBob: (turns back to normal and runs away while audience chases him) So long, Squidward! (audience members chase after SpongeBob pushing Squidward into a fruit barrel thing. SpongeBob runs out the door and lands on the top of the tree dome) Hey! I'm at Sandy's! (Sandy sleeping in her tree and SpongeBob jumps in her dream cloud and opens a plane door) Aw, this looks neat! I wonder...(falls out of the plane) Ahh! Sandy: (surfs up on a glide board to SpongeBob) Hey SpongeBob, what brings you here? SpongeBob: Hey Sandy! What's going on? Sandy: (turns upside down) Well, we're free-falling from 114,000 feet, and we're gonna land on that itty-bitty target. (a target is shown on the ground and SpongeBob and Sandy spins around) SpongeBob: This seems kind of dangerous! Sandy: Not as long as you've got a big old parachute! SpongeBob: Okay! (gives her a thumbs-up; both his shoes inflate) Sandy: Not pair of shoes, SpongeBob, parachute! Pearl: Hello, SpongeBob! (sits at a table with a green rabbit and a brown teddy bear, she pours some tea into the bear's cup) SpongeBob: (waves) Oh, Pearl. This is your dream. Pearl: You're just in time for the tea party! SpongeBob: Actually, I was looking for your dad's dream. Pearl: Oh. He's next door. (shakes head in disappointment) Boys don't understand the sophistication of tea parties. Right, Mr. Stuffy? SpongeBob: Bye! (gets out of Pearl's dream and goes over to Mr. Krabs) I bet Mr. Krabs' dream will be more robust. (peeks in the cloud and just floats on his backside in the large ocean until he hits Mr. Krabs boat) Mr. Krabs: (pulls the dollar out of the water and heaves it into the wallet) I did it! (gets excited) I finally did it! SpongeBob: Congratulations, Mr. Krabs. (puts down the wallet and wants to shake hands with Mr. Krabs but when he tries the wallet bounces toward the back of the boat); the wallet bounces away) Mr. Krabs: No, SpongeBob! Don't let it go! SpongeBob: Huh? Mr. Krabs: Get it, SpongeBob! Get it! Get it! Get it! Get it! Get it! (SpongeBob chases after it, but it hops off the back end of the boat) SpongeBob: Hey! Hey! I...! Mr. Krabs: No! (the dollar jumps in the lagoon and swims away) SpongeBob: This'll make a make a great story, eh Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs: Oh SpongeBob... SpongeBob: Yes, Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs: (throws a rope around him) You're fired! (fires some sort of a plunger inside it to which the rope is attached) SpongeBob: Ahh!!!!!!!! (gets shot out of the dream cloud and into Plankton's dream on a building) Ooh! Must be Plankton's dream. Hey, Plankton's dreaming about Bikini Bottom. Plankton: Zap! (zaps a building near SpongeBob and fish come running out) I see you. (stomps up to another building, twenty times the size of his normal self) Zap! (shoots a green laser out of his eye) Fish: My leg! Plankton: I see you. Zap! SpongeBob: Plankton! (tries to get himself untied from the rope around his ankle) Plankton: I see you...(SpongeBob gets untied and drops to the ground) Zap! (zaps and disintegrates the building that SpongeBob was on then walks to the Krusty Krab) Oh look, it's the Krusty Krab, home of the Krabby Patty. (steps on it) Crush! (picks up the Krusty Krab sign and starts to kick it while walking away) SpongeBob: This isn't a dream, this is a nightmare! Gary: Meow! SpongeBob: (stops and looks) Gary! Gary! No! Gary: Meow! (Plankton still coming towards Gary making giant step sounds) Plankton: Here kitty, kitty, kitty. SpongeBob: Gary!!! (jumps for Gary) I've got you, Gary! Plankton: Peek-a-boo, here comes my foot! (steps on SpongeBob and Gary) Huh? (lifts his foot from paın) Yow!!! SpongeBob: (looking like a thumbtack) I think he's got the point. (laughs) Plankton: (as Plankton's voice gets higher and higher until he goes back to his normal size) Whoa! (three burnt fish walk up to Plankton looking mad) Well, I guess I've got some explaining to do, huh? (fish on left lifts his foot about to stomp on Plankton) No! No! No! Not the face! (gets stepped on gets squished. Wakes up screaming and his dream cloud pops, making dream SpongeBob fall out and plops on the ground) SpongeBob: Ooh! (SpongeBob walks home into his own dream cloud where his real self is still sleepıng) Ah, that was fun and all, but it's good to be back in my own dream cloud. (goes to sleepıng) Ah....(wakes up after hearing his friends voices and faces hovering around his head) Squidward: SpongeBob! SpongeBob: Huh? Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Sandy: SpongeBob! Squidward: SpongeBob! Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! SpongeBob: What do you want from me? Leave me alone! (wakes up from Squidward shaking him) No! No, no, no, no! Squidward: SpongeBob! (wakes SpongeBob up) SpongeBob: Ahh!! (friends stand around his bed, except Patrick came late) What are you all doing in your pyjamas? Are we having a slumber party? Squidward: No. We are not having a slumber party! Sandy: Do us all a favour SpongeBob, and stay out of our dreams! (everyone agrees) Patrick: [walks in] Does anyone have a quarter?'s-Regular
r/TwoSentenceHorror 26 days ago Prestigious_Salad_85 I screamed in excitement as I received an email stating that my application was accepted. The rest of my family cried out in despair knowing they werenā€™t selected to board the last ship leaving our dying planet behind.
The Ethics of Work Aug 14th, 2015 The Ethics of Work I have always taken great pride in my job, and in the type of work that I do. Itā€™s been said that I lucked into my line of work. That may be true, but it is no fluke that Iā€™ve taken it by the reins and become a master. It is sometimes very dirty work, but I never complaine. Iā€™ve always believed that the bad parts of anything must be accepted right along with the good; that applies to oneā€™s livelihood as well as anything else. I began honing my skills at a very young age. I didnā€™t know I was doing so, but fate dealt me a kind hand. How fortunate is it to walk into a profession that was naturally developed by things already done in the course of oneā€™s life? Not many can say theyā€™ve been blessed like that. My job takes no breaks for weather either. Hot, cold, rain, wind, all elements are simply ignored. When there is work to be done, I do it, and I ask no questions. A duty is a duty, and as I said before, Iā€™m proud to perform that duty. I have always had that outlook, from working on the farm and cutting wood as a youth; things had to be done, and I did them with a song In my heart and a smile on my face. Speaking of smiles, my clients are always greeted with one. I think that is important. Not that the smiles were solely for my clientele; my joy in my work puts those smiles there, and no effort in the world could kept them off of my face. I guess it was inevitable that Iā€™ve begun taking my work home with me. Itā€™s said that if you love your job, you never truly work a day in your life. That certainly applies to me, and I practise my work as often as I can. I think thatā€™s what gotten me into trouble. Iā€™ve been relieved of my job, because of my ā€œoff the clockā€ work. I think thatā€™s unfair, but I donā€™t make the rules. My job was always to help enforce the rules, and I have to respect that now, even though Iā€™m now on the other side of them. I hear the grindstone outside, sharpening the big axe; the axe that I wielded so professionally and perfectly. I was state executioner, you see. In a few hours I get to meet my replacement.
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