Chimney Sweep Bert Mary Poppins Novels & Stories

He teases and Cherry’s happy mood turned into confusion. "Do you smell something burning?" She asks and sniffed the air lightly. On impulse, Rex's shot right up from the island and quickly opens the hot oven. Black smokes and burning fumes intoxicated his lungs making him cough and gag. Cherry watched horrified by the intense smoke, it seems like Rex accidentally turned on the highest heat when he tossed the turkey into the oven. He wasn’t paying any attention to the heat which was very dangerous and stupid.

A saying coming to mind as I also looked around; ‘A place for everything and everything in its place. “You may wanna keep your voice down, wolf hearing and all that?” I don’t think Pops will ever learn when the best time to open her gob is. “Eh hem.” A cough sounded from behind us, instantly making me regret ever being born. My heart missed more than just a few beats and I think Poppy’s did too. We spun around to find none other than the delightful....Marthe. “Oh fuck, shit, bollocks. Goddess fucking help me now.” Pops always seems to burst out when she is in an anxious state and right now, I do not blame her one goddess damn bit.

All that progress, all those hours of therapy and self-reflection, and she could still reduce me to that angry, defensive teenager with just a few well-placed criticisms. The sound of someone clearing their throat behind me made me turn, and I couldn't help but smile when I saw Pop Pop climbing through the roof access with grace that didn’t fit his seventy-three years. He was carrying what looked like a bundle of blankets under one arm and a familiar box from the fancy chocolate shop downtown in his other hand. "What are you doing up here, old man?" I asked, fondly. "Thought you might need some company," he said, settling down beside me with a slight grunt. "And I brought reinforcements." He

Beth asked as she grabbed a broom from a closet and started sweeping. “Probably Chelsea,” Kimi whispered softly so only I could hear. I smirked at that comment, and emptied the sink of the dirty dishes. Kimi and I sorted out what could be put into the dishwasher, and what had to be scrubbed. Kimi would then load the dishwasher with what she could until it was full. Then I started to fill one sink with soapy water. “What’s that stuff Nate uses to clean his pans?” I asked Kimi. She looked under the sink, but didn’t find the brand Nate uses. “It’s a powder scrub. I could call Saoirse to see if she could bring us some?” she suggested.

“I was busy.” I opened the bottle of syrup. The smell of synthetic grape rose immediately. Even I felt offended. “No,” Poppy growled. “Yes.” “That’s evil.” “That’s berry.” “That’s berry from hell.” I poured one dose into the little plastic spoon. “Open.” She sealed her lips shut. “Poppy.” Her head shook hard. “If you don’t take it now, then we’re going to the hospital.” She blinked. “Does the hospital have stickers?” “Sometimes.”