Bubble Guppies Games Bad Hair Day Novels & Stories

"Oh! I'm not a bear!" "No? How about little pudding?" She started to giggle as they enter the bathroom. Bree was smiling at their closeness, but the little girl wiggled in his arms reaching out to her mommy. "Mommy! Tell Gage I'm not a pudding." "No? How about cupcake?" He kept on going before Bree had the chance to reply causing Hazel to giggle, and he continued, "...pumpkin pie? No? Look, why don't you take your nice warm bubble bath and I take a quick shower then I'll make all of us some hot cocoa."

He didn’t go deep enough to completely submerge his hair, but it was definitely progress. “Wow, buddy!” Dylan praised as Tyson came back up. “That was so great. You must have worked really hard on that.” Tyson beamed at him. “I did. Bonnie helped me.” “Well, since you can do that, I think I have a new game for us to play,” Dylan told him. He looked up at Bonnie, and she nodded. “What kind of game?” Tyson asked, excited. Dylan grinned. “It’s called, ‘Shark Attack.’” He snapped his teeth. “So, you better swim little fishies, because this shark is hungry!”

she said haughtily, "But Papa won't tell me the password." "What a tyrant," Dimitri drawled. "What's the game called?" "I dunno. It was on a commercial after one of the kissy shows." It took Dimitri three tries to figure out the passcode. Then, finally, he opened the app store and searched for princess games with bloody inked fingers. The girl peeked over his shoulder while he scrolled through the games, and I felt more than content just watching them. "Okay, we got Princess Hair Salon," he said.

Pink short dresses, Louis Vuitton bag, Barbie hairstyles, pink dolls and thick pink smeared shiny lipsticks. Always picking on me back then in school. Saying I wasn't ‘classy’ and a stupid tomboy who got lucky to be born rich. I stink of bad luck that it actually killed my mom during childbirth. Remembering these scenes alone made me grit my teeth but I stayed composed, wanting to walk past them. I was too drained for arguments. “Lola?” one of them laughed, covering her mouth with her long nailed fingers. “Oh my God. I almost didn't recognize you.”

In an instant, three of them pinned me down, their iron grips locking my arms and legs. Isla strode up to me with a mocking smile. "Weren't you so fierce just now? And yet here you are, in my hands after all." Her palm cracked across my face, sharp and stinging. Then she turned to the gathering crowd of parents, her voice dripping with venom. "Since today's kindergarten graduation has no real program, why don't we play a little game?" She patted my cheek lightly. "Each of you will step forward and slap her. Anyone who refuses, or doesn't hit hard enough, is declaring themselves an enemy of the Grant family."

*The Next Day* The buzzing sound of my alarm clock woke me up. It is a brand new day for another grind to work. I got up out of bed and get ready to work at Ross. As I walk down the block, I noticed a familiar face, It was Jane. Must be on her way to work. I continue to walk down to Ross’ Mechanic Shop and then it hit me. I remembered that I was supposed to help Jane with the case about these stupid bloody barbies. I went inside the shop when Ross greets me with his usual morning business talk. “Hey there! Ready to make some of that money?” Ross greeted

When I got home from work, I saw my mom sitting on the sofa in my house with her stepson, Kaden McCartney. They were critiquing the place. "We should knock out this living room window and replace it with floor-to-ceiling glass. That would look so much better." "That walk-in closet facing north—I'm turning that into a game room." "The whole decor in here is way too cheap. I want to switch it to European style." Hearing them talk, I got a bad feeling.

I had felt a million things but I couldn't put them into words and instead of embarrassing myself and Kaden, why not just make it curt? "The first game we'll be playing is called Lipstick and Kisses. You're going to kiss your partner all over the face in a minute, and the person with the lowest amount of kisses gets a penalty while the winner gets a reward. So let's choose, who does the kisses?" The Blondie asked. "The girls!" Everyone answered immediately. "Come closer, girls. Get ready to kiss your guys!" The Blondie announced and my heart fell. What? Was I… was I going to kiss Kaden all over the face?

“What are you two troublemakers up to? Did you have a good day?” Hudson took care of the recap of the day as the little trio moved towards the family room. “Um– Daddy! Today I went to school an’ we learned about arifmateec–” “Arithmetic–” Arabella gently supplied, “And we made a board game about it and I have it at home and it’s super fun–can we play please please please ,” Even if Gael had been thinking about saying no (which he hadn’t been), Hudson used his devastating weapon on the last please, (seriously? Those puppy eyes needed to be banned.), and Gael gently ruffled his hair with a smile.

Gabby wore pink glitter sunglasses and named every fish like they were members of her palace staff. “That one’s Princess Bubble.” “That’s a clownfish,” Xavier said. “She can have two jobs.” Mama bought too many souvenirs because “they’re still little, Ara, don’t be stingy like a Swiss accountant.” Papá bought more at the shop next door when Mama wasn’t looking. In the end, we came home with two stuffed sharks, one plastic crown, an octopus-shaped fridge magnet, and Al crying because Gabby said his shark “had no emotional depth.”