https://www.thesbcommunity.com/forums/index.php?/discover/The SpongeBob Community - All Activityenthin crust is the easiest for me.Tue, 14 Apr 2026 09:19:13 +0000Pim is a dead man, miss him, miss himTue, 14 Apr 2026 02:28:05 +0000Bump, now that this series is over; can this topic be updated to include a poll about which season was the best season that this show had?Mon, 13 Apr 2026 07:34:23 +0000GIMME THAT PIZZASun, 12 Apr 2026 15:18:20 +0000Going today to see it in 3D! I'm really excitedSun, 12 Apr 2026 14:42:37 +0000Love me some Detroit style.Sun, 12 Apr 2026 01:52:48 +0000Hello, we’re the Smooling Fronds.Fri, 10 Apr 2026 14:49:57 +0000Posting this one for Clappy to conclude Season 6. Episode 48: What If...Clappy Finished Writing His Episode? In the SBC multiverse, there are infinite timelines… timelines where episodes were written, timelines where they weren’t… and timelines where the writer stared at a blank document for six hours straight and decides to watch another reboot of a television show that ran out of ideas years ago. Clappy sits at a computer. The document reads: “Episode Idea:” …and nothing else. Empty cans. Crumpled notes. Tabs open: “How to get ideas fast”, “Is writer’s block real?”, and “Funny SpongeBob A.I. plot generator.” Clappy groans. Clappy: Okay… 4EverGreen falls in love with a cellphone…the Nostalgia Critic parody knocks them dead with laughter… Squidward torture porns and Patrick is a prick… why isn’t this working?! The cursor blinks. Mockingly. The Lurker: In most timelines… this is where Clappy gives up and doom scrolls on Twitter/X. Clappy opens another blank document. Still nothing. When all of a sudden, the room shakes. The computer glitches. A portal opens. Clappy: …What is Jjs doing here? Jjs: I am here from a timeline where you actually finished writing something. Clappy: That’s impossible….I rarely finish writing something! Jjs: Exactly…. Jjs pulls out a glowing notebook labeled: “IDEAS.” Inside are ridiculous plots: The Krusty Towers becomes a moving hotel. Pierce’s life becomes a knockoff of How I Met Your Mother Spin-off Action gets rebooted for the fifteenth time And Then There Were Less: The Final Season actually wraps up coherently. Clappy stares. Clappy: …These are terrible. Jjs: Yes. Clappy: But… they’re all old ideas. Jjs nods. Jjs: The secret is simple. Write bad ideas first. Then they become good ideas…and then you can sell all your bad ideas in your own store for people to buy and desecrate even further Somewhere out there, tvguy347 lifts his head overhearing this. Meanwhile, Clappy pauses. Then starts typing. Epic montage music plays. Clappy types furiously as even more ideas appear on the screen: “Patrick is not a prick” “Squidward does the torturing” “Plankton starts a podcast” Clappy laughs as he types more and the blank page is no more. Clappy leans back. The document now reads: “EPISODE COMPLETE.” He smiles proudly. Clappy:…Wait. This actually worked. Jjs checks his Google Docs. Jjs: This timeline is now stabilized. The multiverse reopens as Jjs leaves. Clappy opens a new document as the title reads: “Next Episode Idea:” The cursor blinks again and Clappy freezes. Five minutes pass. Ten days pass. Clappy: …Oh no. The Lurker (dramatically): In this universe… Clappy finished an episode. But the greatest challenge remained… Writing the next one. See you this summer for Season 7.Thu, 09 Apr 2026 20:51:32 +0000I'm proud of you sonThu, 09 Apr 2026 14:01:01 +0000We have another rare staff change: @OWM has decided to retire from the moderator position after serving for 8 whole years (!), making him the longest serving moderator. Rumors say he may go back to stepping in seaweed medleys, so watch out for that. @dmandagiraffe has been promoted to Cashier to take his place! He has done a great job helping out with games such as Jackbox over the past few years so we felt this was the most deserved choice. He will continue to help with events in this position and keep watch of everything with his long giraffe neck.Thu, 09 Apr 2026 13:19:16 +0000This post makes me feel oldThu, 09 Apr 2026 02:35:33 +0000The Original Goofy Goobers… By The First Descendant of Smitty SpongeBob took in the sight of Goofy Goobers Ice Cream Parlor. It was a glittering world where a kid could have fun. Today, he was there for one reason and that was to try the brand new sunday. The Band Smiles it was called; pistachio, strawberry, peanut butter swirl and cookie dough, topped with sugar figurines featuring the animatronics from the original band. “This has to be the best ice cream sundae ever!” SpongeBob’s best pal Patrick said. The starfish dove headfirst, eating without taking a moment to breathe. “Yeah,” SpongeBob agreed, shoveling a spoonful into his mouth. “And these animatronics are so cute!” He booped the goofy sea peanut figure, causing it to sink farther down into the ice cream. All of a sudden, the room got quiet and the lights dimmed. Everyone's attention was brought to the booth farthest away from it all. It seemed spooky as if it was haunted. No one ever sat back there, and yet, at that very moment, there was a fish there. He looked to be older than Mr. Krabs even, but was dressed like a child with overalls, his Goofy Goober t-shirt and rainbow spinner hat. “If you had known about The Green Clam, you would have been too scared to come here at all,” the fish said. Then he growled, “He took them.” SpongeBob frowned. “Green Clam?” He glanced back at the ice cream figurines. Other than the peanut, there was a brown bear, a teal octopus and a blue clam. They were Bongos Bear, Rock T. Puss and Clem Clam. Was this guy colorblind or just messing with them? Perhaps both. “I think that’s Old Goob Larson,” a kid from the opposite booth whispered. “He was our age when the first Goofy Goobers Ice Cream Parlor opened. Some say he’s a ghost. “And others say he’s a dairy loving weirdo who doesn’t seem to have a job, but a lot of money, " the waiter said, walking over to Old Goob Larson. “Here’s the bill.” Old Goob Larson took it and scowled. “I’m here to hunt down The Green Clam and rescue the poor souls trapped in this ship.” “Well my soul does feel a little empty today,” Patrick mumbled, “but I don’t think it’s because of a green clam.” Getting up and leaving a large pile of Goober bucks for the waiter, Old Goob Larson stopped right in front of SpongeBob and his friend. “Let me tell you the true history of Goofy Goobers,” he announced, raising his arms to the sky. In a flashback, the room twisted and morphed into an earlier version of the boat where everything was black and white. “As most know,” he narrated. “Reginald Goober began this ice cream legacy, but there was another fish. Goober did the ice cream and his friend Ollivander Flounder constructed the animatronics. There were the prototypes, Sizzling Pus the octopus, Symbols Bear the great big black sea bear, and Gary Clam, a bright green clam. For the meet and greets, Flounder made it so an employee could wear the animatronic as a suit. That was the beginning of the horror. As Reginald scooped ice cream, Ollivander interacted with people. Soon, children started to disappear and parents grew nervous. All anyone could say for sure was that they saw Gary Clam take them away. The police came and searched all over. Reginald had been abducted by aliens at this time and was unable to be of any assistance. No one found the missing kids and the ice cream parlor was closed down. It wasn’t until a security guard thought the old animatronics were almost alive when they found the kids. Curious, he looked in the suits and found them. Fish went after Ollivander, but he was nowhere to be found. Eventually, The Goob Father bought out the business and went corporate. Thus, the dark secrets were buried, but The Green Clam hides within this establishment. The same animatronics the kids were in are still used today. They make up the new band.” The flash back faded away and they returned to the present. At that moment, the stage lit up, illuminating SpongeBob and Patrick’s faces with a ghoulish light. On stage was Bongos Bear, Rock T. Puss and Clem Clam, performing their song. “Oh phooey!” Patrick said. “That just sounds like a video game you would play at recess. I’m not buying it.” SpongeBob on the other hand had turned white. His ice cream was melting, long forgotten. “Why are the animatronics still used?” he whispered. Old Goob Larson narrowed his eyes. “Because,” he hissed. His listeners waited with baited breath. “They wanted to save money.” A blood curling scream made the hair on the back of their necks stand up on end. “Sorry,” Patrick apologized. He looked down at his stomach. “I think Belly wants more ice cream.” He poked and giggled. The waiter set another Band Smiles in front of him. “Thanks,” Patrick said, digging in. He looked over at Old Goob Larson. “Go back to what you were saying “As I was saying,” the old fish said. “The Green Clam has trapped those souls here for eternity.” Tears started to well up in his eyes. “One of those kids was my big brother Barley!” he cried. Everyone else started to cry too. “Is there any way we can help?” SpongeBob sobbed. Immediately, Old Goob Larson brightened. “Well you could apply to be security guards here and survive five nights to get all of your questions answered.” He smiled hopefully. “Nah,” Patrick said. “That sounds boring. Let’s just come and check things out tonight.” “Okay buddy,” SpongeBob said. Before Old Goob Larson could stop them, the two had already left. In their place were their ice cream bowls and a tip for the waiter. “I guess I too will be taking the night shift,” Old Goob Larson said, pulling down his hat. At six o'clock sharp, Mr Krabs was hauling out his employees so he could close up shop. “Mr. Krabs,” SpongeBob said before going outside. “Have you ever heard of The Green Clam?” Mr. Krabs stopped in his tracks. “Who told you about that,” he asked. “Old Goob Larson.” “Well I have no idea who that is, but whatever you do boy, don’t go after The Green Clam.” Mr. Krabs crossed his claws. “Now get out.” SpongeBob tumbled out of the restaurant and came to a stop at the door of the Chum Bucket. Talk about a restaurant with less than an ideal history. Just a couple of Plankton’s fiascos came to mind. The door swung open. To SpongeBob’s surprise, he saw that behind it was Patrick, Mrs. Puff, Pearl and Sandy, all sitting around a table with books in their hands. “What are you doing here Pat?” he asked. Patrick put the book he was holding down and took off a pair of gold rimmed spectacles. “I always go to the Gal Pals book club for the food.” At that moment, Karen rolled out with a tray of tea cookies and cupcakes. He took a handful of the sweets, tossing them into his mouth. “So you ready to find The Yellow Oyster?” he asked. “The old goob guy said we’re looking for The Green Clam,” SpongeBob said politely. “Potato potata.” “Did you say The Green Clam?” Plankton interrupted. SpongeBob noticed the protozoa was dressed in a waiter's uniform and was refilling the Gal Pals’ coffee cups. “Yep. Patrick and I are going to check out the place tonight. Goofy Goobers I mean. And rescue some ghost kids.” “This is wonderful!” Plankton cackled. “If SpongeBob doesn’t come back, Krabs will have no choice other than to give me the Krabby Patty Secret Formula. He is nothing without his fry cook.” “Uh honey bunches,” Karen said, staring at her rambling husband. “Can you go fetch us some more coffee?” Plankton sighed, deflating a little. “I’ll be right back with that, dear.” “Well,” Patrick said. “What are we waiting for?” “Nothing!” SpongeBob shouted, jumping up and down. In no time, they were right outside their destination. “Don’t forget your privacy mask,” Spongebob whispered, for himself, he pulled one of his white socks over his head which he had previously cut two eye holes for. Patrick looked around and found an ice cream cone to put over his face. “We wouldn’t want to make the clam self-conscious about his face, so this should be perfect.” “Yeah,” Patrick agreed. “Also, we look pretty attractive like this.” After some grunting and heavy lifting, SpongeBob managed to boost Patrick up through an open window. He extended his legs so he was tall enough to go through the window without any trouble. “What a slow poke!” Patrick mumbled as they continued on. They passed the counters where all of the toppings were kept. Big clear bowls of sprinkles, nuts, cherries and cookie crumbs looked back at Patrick, beckoning him forward. He passed all this without a glance though, because his attention was set on the ice cream. Even though it was dark. SpongeBob could clearly see that the walls were plastered with pictures that hundreds of kids had drawn of the peanut. While Patrick saw his friend was distracted, he silently opened the ice cream case and used his single tooth to shovel the desert into his mouth. “Ahhhhh!” he bellowed after swallowing. “Brainfreeze!” “Shh!” SpongeBob said, hoping that their presence would go unnoticed. It was clear it was not possible as a flashlight beam swept across the room. “Who’s there?” the security guard said. A purple slim fish, he quickened his search for the perpetrator. “Uh,” Patrick said, still regaining himself from the brainfreeze. “Who’s the guy talking to, SpongeBob?” The flashlight beam landed on the two of them. “What do you think you kids are doing here?” the security guard asked, exasperated. “We’re looking for the Green Clam,” SpongeBob piped up. “Don’t worry.” He nodded at Patrick. “We’re regulars.” To prove it, they whipped out their Goofy Goober Participants certificates in unison. “Certified,” the wind said. The security guard nodded. He looked around nervously, then said, “I’m Mike…” He held out a fin. SpongeBob took it, excitedly. “Great to meet you Michael,” he said, pumping the security guard’s fin vigorously. The friendly demeanor disappeared. “It’s Mike,” he said with a stone cold face. There was an awkward pause and then SpongeBob regained himself and cleared his throat. “Yes I see. My deepest apologies.” He batted his eyebrows winningly. “My name is Patrick but sometimes I go by Pat,” the starfish said, bringing back the awkward moment. Mike looked back at the pair, clearly understanding that he was dealing with a couple bubble blowing double babies. “Anyway,” he said, changing the subject. “If you are interested in the Green Clam, why don’t I show you the back room. I’m sure you can learn a lot about it there.” “Wow! That would be amazing!” SpongeBob exclaimed and so they followed Mike all the way to the back of the building. The room was filled with animatronic parts, some appearing to be savagely ripped apart. In the far most corner, there was a green animatronic moulisk - a snail. Perhaps it was an early prototype of the clam. Mike kicked at it and there was a snapping sound. “See those,” he said. “If you’re wearing the suit when they activate…” He made a face. “If I were you, I’d forget about this all. Go home and just eat some ice cream out of your freezer. It’s safe and cost efficient.” “No way!” Patrick said. “I want to meet the Green Clam!” Mike rolled his eyes and looked as if he had a migraine. “Okay. Both of you out. Obviously you are a bunch of idiots.” He pushed the two to the front door, their feet dragging all the way. “And don’t come back,” he said, kicking them out.” SpongeBob and Patrick screamed as they crash landed into Squidward’s Easter Island home. The poor cephalopod had been peacefully sleeping tucked in with his clarinet. “SpongeBob!” he shouted, getting to his feet. “Patrick!” “Hi buddy,” SpongeBob said, waiving. “What are you doing in my house?” “Playing Goofy Goober animatronics,” Patrick said, holding up a Bongo’s Bear head. “What?” SpongeBob gasped. “You stole one of the parts?” Sweat began to pour down his face. “Yeah,” Patrick replied in a lackadaisical tone. He held the bear head up, so everyone could see it better. “I was getting bored listening to Mike.” SpongeBob's eyes bugged out. What was the punishment for stealing a bear head? He had a snail to feed and there was no way Patrick could survive the big house. “Don’t worry,” He said, patting his friend who had started to hyperventilate. “We can go back tomorrow and return it. So, once again, they were back at their favorite ice cream parlour after hours. One more boost from spongebob and it was like they never left. To Patrick’s amazement and perhaps SpongeBob’s horror, the ice cream dazzled, unattended and fully stocked. “I’m hungry,” Patrick said, salivating. SpongeBob dug around in his pocket before pulling out a five goober bucks bill. “Here,” he told his friend. “Grab yourself a little something.” He looked around, hoping to spot whatever security guard that was on duty before they were discovered. In the meantime, Patrick came back with a banana. He got as close to SpongeBob and whispered in his ear, “there’s no trash can!” With that he threw the banana into his mouth and spit out the peel. Left with the peel, he tossed it behind him. The looming figure that had crept up behind them slipped dramatically. It was none other than the Green clam. “Oh,” Patrick added. “And the clam thingy is right behind you.” Instantly, police sirens blared and in a blink of an eye, they were surrounded by cops. A female officer slapped a pair of handcuffs on the animatronics while her partner reached for the zipper. “Old Goob Larson!” SpongeBob gasped. “That’s right,” Officer Nancy said. “This lout has been posing as a possessed animatronics to steal ice cream in the middle of the night.” “So was the story about the ghost kids all a lie?” “It seems so,” Patrick said, comforting his buddy. “It seems so.” We’re free!” Bongos Bear said, appearing out of nowhere. “At last,” Clem Clam said. “The Green Clam can no longer control us.” Rock T. Pus and Goofy the Sea Peanut cheered, throwing their hats into the air. “Who are you?" SpongeBob asked, confused. Bongos bear removed his head, revealing a child inside. “I’m Tyler,” the kid said. “Presedent of the Exclusive Goober Night Club for Platinum Patrons. He held out his ID and indeed it said he was the leader of the club. “Now that the freak is gone, we can go back to enjoying our midnight ice cream parties. The other club members cheered. It was a happy ending. The End.Thu, 09 Apr 2026 00:19:42 +0000Even Ringo Starr wants Stuffed Crust Pizzas!Wed, 08 Apr 2026 08:44:01 +0000I'm from a city where pizza is known for its charred appearance. Sometimes the restaurants can go a little overboard though. I really want to try a deep dish, stuffed crust pizza like you see on TV though.Tue, 07 Apr 2026 14:22:50 +0000Mon, 06 Apr 2026 13:40:46 +0000POV: The Easter Bunny every year when he comes to hide eggs in your houseSun, 05 Apr 2026 17:43:48 +0000As someone who is newer to the world of Nintendo (3-4 years) I have no knowledge of 3ds, gameboy, or anything that came before the switch. I never heard of Tomodachi Life before but did the demo for the new game (my first three villagers are Kusuo Saiki, Senku Ishigami and the great detective L) and now they're stuck in their houses, belting out ads for the main game. Does anyone have any opinions on this game?Sun, 05 Apr 2026 16:25:08 +0000Wick check.Sun, 05 Apr 2026 16:10:02 +0000Two years ago, I discovered the Five Nights at Freddy's franchise, not through the videogames but the books. This world has been an inspiration for my latest SpongeBob Fanfic which I finished (a couple months ago), but have been to lazy to write it on my computer from my notebook. So, I promise upon the grave of old Reginald "Goofy" Goober, I will post it this weekend! ... would someone who was abducted by aliens have a grave? oh wellSat, 04 Apr 2026 15:06:26 +0000it's coming out this year for real this time trust Sat, 04 Apr 2026 13:11:56 +0000What I watched yesterday in movie theaters was the "Super Mario Galaxy Movie". It was awesome, awesome, AWESOME...DID I MENTION THE MOVIE WAS AWESOME?!!! I'm not even going to SPOIL anything for you! You'll just have to watch it for yourself to find out how AWESOME it is! (Imaginary Bonus Points if you can spot and RECOGNIZE all the Video Game references on the first watch!)Sat, 04 Apr 2026 09:15:20 +0000Just watched Anaconda (2025) last night on Netflix. It was not my favorite movie of all timeFri, 03 Apr 2026 18:38:04 +0000It's been SO long since anybody has written on here, I can't remember all the Movie's I've watched for the first time since I've posted on here. The ones that stick out the most in my mind are "Hamnet", "One Battle After Another", and "Project Hail Mary". All are good in various ways.Thu, 02 Apr 2026 23:18:55 +0000You got a rice ball! Thank you for your prayers!Thu, 02 Apr 2026 02:29:54 +0000May he rest in SnailPoWed, 01 Apr 2026 23:21:31 +0000