Bubble Guppies Ice Cream Novels & Stories

"Shall we go in already?" She could see Sebastian taking a relieved sigh before nodding and getting out of the car. When they stood at the counter, the lady who was supposed to take orders was gawking at them. "The place is famous for shaved ice cream. Try this one, that's my favorite." He pointed at the board. "Alright, what flavor?" She asked. "It's condensed milk." My eyes lit up. "Condensed milk?" I smiled. "You like it?" "I love condensed milk."

He drove out of the park and hit the road that led to the Forest Hills. “Where are we going?” “We are going to the best ice cream shop in Forest Hills.” “We have good ice cream shops in Manhattan too.” “True. But, you need to taste this. It is the best I have ever tasted.” “Let us give it a try. Then, I'll take you to one of my favorites in Manhattan.” “Deal.” Stephanie wanted to make more bubbles in the car when the container fell from her hand, and the fluid poured out. “Owen! My bubble water is gone.” Her voice was full of sadness.

"Even though it's a school day. Sometimes we need ice cream for no reason other than we want it." "That's the best kind of reason!" Louis was already bouncing in his seat with renewed enthusiasm. I pulled into the parking lot of Bella's Ice Cream, the local shop that Louis had deemed "the best ice cream in the whole entire world" during our first visit months ago. The place was busy with after-school crowds—parents bribing their children with sugar, teenagers hanging out in booths, the familiar chaos of a popular neighborhood spot. "Can I get the triple chocolate explosion?" Louis asked as we stood in line.

Antonio drives to the address we give him which wasn’t too far from their house, he parks the car and ushers us into the palour. The smell of sweetness hits my nose making me scrunch it slightly. I wasn’t a fan of sweet things bit I had my days of cravings and today was definitely not it. Hailey and Antonio waits at the booth while I and Maya go up to order ice cream. Maya gushes at the different flavours she could order. “Hi…” she greets the server shyly. The server smiles sweetly and asks what flavour she would like to get. “Chocwate and bubble gum with lots of sprinkles.” She mutters shyly while holding on to my jeans.

when I noticed a pair of black sneakers near my head. I sat up straight quickly and scanned the figure from down to up and there he was, standing with a nylon bag with the famous coldstone icecream logo. I didn't need a prophet to tell me there was icecream in the bag before I knew it, I mean the bag was even sweating for attention. I bounced off the floor and snatched the bag from him. It was a bucket of strawberry flavoured icecream with a small section of vanilla milk flavour at the right side. it was a dream come true, pure perfection.

I slowed without realizing it. “What?” she asked, catching the shift. I nodded toward a small, newly opened stall wedged between two established shops. It was impossible to miss—bright signage, a crowd hovering curiously, and a menu that looked… experimental. “They’re selling fried mochi cones,” I said, reading aloud. “Stuffed with ice cream. And topped with… chili flakes?” Natalie squinted. “That should be illegal.” “I’m feeling adventurous today,” I said, surprising myself. “Why don’t we give it a try?”

“The ones that were friends with Daniel.” “And we will.” Gideon checked his watch. “It’s too early, right now. Even for regular bar patrons.” I nodded. Since we needed to fill some time, we decided to go back to the resort, pick up the kids and take them out for ice cream. There was a cute little shop we had passed on the way to the lawyers that had fluffy clouds painted in the windows and a sign advertising 40 different ice cream flavors! With the kids in tow, giving Peter and the babysitter a break, we walked into the store and allowed the kids to make a cone of their own choosing from all the flavors.

Then I would wake up gasping for breath , shaking and crying. Shaking my head I look at what I had just picked up in my hand. Trying to get the image out of my head. Ice cream , chocolate fudge brownie and vanilla. Hmm I tilt my head and place it in the basket. At least in my autopilot state I have good taste.

The sound of many people talking filled the air but it was comfortable. The hawkers walked around sailing their items. Stalls were everywhere. There were ice cream stalls, meet stick stalls, fries stalls and other Junk street food. His eyes filled with delight as he headed straight for the ice cream stall. As he waited for his Ice cream, he saw a short little girl trying to order ice cream. Her front tooth was missing but she looked adorable in her neatly tied pony. He squatted down to her level and asked, what do you want to order little girl?"

I had a text message from Gabriel asking me to call him right away which I deleted and one from my mom checking in on me to which I replied. After showering I put on a summery jumpsuit which Remi complimented me on endlessly throughout the evening. We drove to the supermarket where we bought the strict minimum for the weekend then he brought me for delicious fish and chips at a local food truck which we ate on the beach. It was easy being with Remi, nothing was complicated. On our way back we stopped by an ice cream shop where Remi bought us each a treat. “I’ll have a regular size bubble gum ice cream in a waffle cone” I ordered