Captain Underpants Nicknames Novels & Stories

I guess he has been into a lot of battles and he delivers an aura of a genuine leader. His veins were visible in his hands like the roots of a tree nurtured on good soil, enough sunlight, and has survived amidst all the catastrophes. “I’m Captain Orley Nebuchister El Katanaga De Casteganio Ellisto Puedonito Bastamtike.” I tried not to laugh after hearing his short name. “Your name sounds honorable, Sir. But it’s lengthy and easy to forget. I would suggest you change it into a cooler one like… red beard. Captain Red Beard of the West.”

Abi and Christov started chuckling, “wait till the pup is born, trust me the name just slips from your lips, the second you see your little bundle.” Daddy smiled, yea, it does, but I like Wyatt.” We all laughed, he cleared his throat, “his nickname would be WHY, like Why did I have all these pups to begin with,” he shook his head. Momma didn’t miss a beat, “because handsome, you can’t keep your 12 inches from my…” We all yelled, “MOMMA THE PUPS.”

Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter :) Translations: eat chips from yer nickers - performing oral sex on a woman Saps - wuss, mama's boy, wimp Gowls - pussy Lat of shite - lot of lies aka bullshit

Everyone had a name, didn’t they? “My name is 24C,” he said again. “People call me 24C. My full name is 24C198H4328N. But no one is going to rattle that off unless we’re in trouble. The Mothers call me 24C. The other Dicks call me 24C. I’m 24C.” His tone was even, somber, dry, and possibly a little irritated. “The other Dicks?” Rain repeated, never having heard that word used for the Inseminators before. “Why do you call them that?”

Ever since he had retired, he insisted that they address him as uncle Gavin instead of sir which they used earlier at the office. “No, I didn’t like any name yet, uncle Gavin. The names these people come up with are so lame, Wyatt, Dean, Andy, Rob, Jeff, Dave, Brian. I want something unique, something special just like their dad’s name, Nikolas,” said Brooklyn. There was a pin-dropping silence all around them while Brooklyn’s eyes filled with tears upon realizing what she had just said. “I’m sorry,” she said, the tears falling from her eyes, and streaming down her cheeks. Brandon sat like a statue while aunt Maggie sat beside Brooklyn and pulled her into her arms, her heart going out to the

"So, tell me your other name." "Marc." "Tony Marc?" I teased him. His laugh is so beautiful. My heart is just melting for him. "Marc Anthony." "Ah! Like the singer!" "Like the Roman General." "Whoa! Where is your Cleopatra?" He laughed again. Nick never laughs at anything i say. This kid thinks I'm funny. I pushed the dark mess of straight back hair back. "So, Nick likes you a lot but don't tell him I said so."

I try to push forward to escape him, but he simply hooks his arm around my waist and yanks me right back against his chest. "My nickname, Anor." "Ahhhhh!" My loud scream is met with hi laughter. "Nickname, nickname. Fine!" I huff, splashing the water slightly. "What about *Dollar Bills*?" He stops massaging completely. I hold back a bubbling laugh. "My birth name sounds significantly better than that," he deadpans. "Okay, okay. What about *Sugar Daddy*?" "Anor." God, it is so incredibly easy to rile him up.

Max bounced him up and down; the kid had grown in the last three months. Gabe touched the operator’s facial fuzz he’d grown in the field. “Wolfman!” Max laughed. At least it was better than “Fwogman,” a name bestowed on him whenever he’d made Gabe a paper frog. Gabe had blurted out the damn nickname in front of his team, who found it amusing that he’d been pretty much called a SEAL. He wasn’t living that down anytime soon.

There was a cop show on, ‘Officer Nolan,’ a voice yelled. “What about Nolan?” I suggested. “Nolan,” he suggested. “Nolan. I guess I can be Nolan until I remember my name.” “It’s as good a name as any. I can also call you ‘No’ as a nickname,” I said, snickering. “I could be called anything. I wouldn’t know any difference.” “Come on, don’t be like that,” I told Nolan as I got to my feet.

Sandra said, "but not something like Alexander or Vladimir 'cos that's too Russian." "What about Adrian."Cindy said, I looked at the baby. "He doesn't look like an Adrian." "What about Ivan?" Emily said. "No, Nick's dad is called Ivan, he hates his father." Sandra said thinking about another name. "What about Domino." Sasha says as he drinks from the straw of his frozen drink "Not a pizza's name" "What about Gustav? Like my granddad." Nick finally said walking over to us with a little pyjama for the baby, it was a white pyjama with a little baby elephant in the middle. We all stood there in silence for a moment until I spoke breaking the silence.