Blowing Raspberries Cartoon Novels & Stories

“I need to look at him to know if he’s following us, Sergie.” “No, Captain Spy says we shouldn’t make it obvious when we think someone’s watching.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the seriousness in his tone. “How do I know he’s following us if I don’t look at him, Sergie?” Captain Spy is the new cartoon Sergio has been obsessed with. Ever since the school closed for the summer holidays, the kids have been watching more cartoons, thanks to Jessica. He’s been watching a lot of Captain Spy and now he thinks everything in real life is just like it is in the cartoon.

It was like torture to her eyes and sometimes she wished she could just escape from her reality. Rose got on the couch next to the twins. The two snuggled closer to her while their eyes were glued to he television screen. The cartoon was a family one. One Rose also enjoyed too and even their father. Rose and the children bursted out in laughter as SpongeBob and Patrick went around disturbing Squidward in the cartoon. "Daddy!" Christine and Christopher jolted up, running to hug thier father. Roman dropped his briefcase on a sofa close by and crouched down, arms wide open and a huge grin plastered on his face to receive the twins. "I missed you two so much."

“Rubble is the construction pup. Zuma is the water pup.” He looked at me like I was the insane one for not knowing what dog cartoon characters did as professions. “Oh. Tell me about him.” Ashton started slow, but built up speed as he told me of one of the many adventures Zuma and Marshall had been on. I quickly lost track of the plot, but it involved a whale. I nodded and made the appropriate surprised noises as he talked. It wasn't long before Dr. Mathews touched my shoulder to let me know he was done. I let go of Ashton's arm and stepped back. The string of story coming from the boy didn't stop. He just started using both his hands to tell it.

“I rinsed them when I was waiting for you after school, don’t worry.” I didn’t say a word, just grabbed the container out of his hand, and popped a raspberry in my mouth. “Okay, does this mean I did good?” he asked me, eyebrows raised in question. I looked back at him, and also grabbed the Pringles and Muddy Buddies and put them over on my side of the blanket before saying, “So what are you going to have?” It got him laughing, which was my intention, and I smiled in pride that I got my turn to tease him back. He tried to reach over me to grab the Muddy Buddies and I playfully swatted his hand away.

He tilted his head growing restless, trying to see what I held in my head that was hidden behind my back. “You won’t get your get your treat unless you calm down first.” He stopped but snorted showing his displeasure, but I shook my head. “You know the drill.” I persisted and he huffed. But calmed down. “Good.” I smiled and took out my hand filled with Raspberries. Arion happily came forward and licked my cheek before diving into his favourite treat. As he ate, I glanced at the horizon. The sun was moving to the horizon, hidden beneath hundreds of scattered clouds.

The three adults instantly snapped their attention to the highchairs. Caspian had enthusiastically shoved a fistful of smooshed strawberries toward his mouth, missed his target entirely, and successfully jammed a chunk of the fruit directly up his own nose. For a microscopic second, the sturdy toddler just blinked, his dark eyes crossing slightly as he tried to process the strange sensation. Then, he threw his head back and let out a bright, bubbling laugh. With a forceful, toddler-sized exhale, he blew the smooshed berry right out of his nostril, launching it with a wet splat directly onto his plastic tray.

“We need an ambulance.” “I leave for two seconds . . . ” Pink Bunny stomps a furry foot. “What happened?” “Dunno.” The unicorn waves plush hooves. “Steve was, ah, with a toy, I think the Mounty Pounder, and then maybe his heart or something . . . ” “No names!” Angry Fox stomps for the door. “They can’t be here! Can’t see this!” “It’s okay.” Carrie bends and places the pizza at her feet. “We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ”

"Tah tah!" "K-Karter-!" Paisley exclaimed as she struggled to keep him from falling face flat on the floor. "What's wrong?" "I think he wants to make a friend" Carter smiled, "but he has to wait a bit" "Huh? Wh-" "Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~" Paisley let out a breathy laugh when three people dressed in spongebob, winnie the pooh, and Jerry mascot costumes walked out holding a chocolate cake.

“Just came to say hi, before your boyf - Jasper takes me out on the most Legen- wait for it - Legendary night of my life.” I laughed so hard at Boo’s impression of Jasper imitating Barney Stinson, that I spilled some of my drink on my lap. “Why is that so funny? And where did he get that line from? A movie you showed him?” “No, It’s a series actually. You should watch it. I’ll text it to you.” “What?” Boo said, unable to hear me with the sudden change in music. The DJ blasted some 80s disco sound that sounded familiar. “I said I’ll chat it to you. The title of the series.” I shouted in his ear. Jade bumped into Boo and my lips touched his cheek. He froze.

“Here, hold this.” She handed Luciano the glass of juice and, taking the phone from his hands, she squinted at what Renzo had been watching. It was some random, bizarre cartoon video on YouTube—one of those strange animated clips where the characters were loudly crying and chasing each other around on a dramatic date. “God, these videos are so weird,” Rosa mumbled under her breath, instantly realizing where her son had picked up the word. She quickly swiped out of the app to change the screen, pulling up a much more innocent episode of Masha and the Bear instead.