Chips Cuphead Novels & Stories

She walked past him taking with her the glasses that were already filled with ice. “Herbie, you have crackers?” she asked as she poured juice on both glasses. Herbie walked towards the couch in front of the television and noticed how Mandy had carefully placed the pitcher of juice and the two tall glasses on his placemat that was made of cloth. Mandy took her glass of juice and raised it in front of him. “Cheers!” Herbie took his glass and raised it as well. “Cheers!” “Well, I’ve got this Frito Lay Potato Chips!… Will this work?”

Tiffany shrugged, taking from the chips. Rose took the container from Tiffany and started to rush the chips accompanying it with her bowl of ice cream. Tiffany laughed at her room mate watching as Rose rushed the cowpea chips like she was in a competition. Rose felt her stomach churn but she took a spoonful of ice cream to suppress it. She knew her stomach churning only happened when she was about to vomit so she sucked in a deep breath and pushed down there chips down her throat.

Like asking me out was no big deal. It was the biggest deal of my life. We went to coffee. Then dinner. Then he invited me to his grandfather’s estate for a family dinner. I floated through it all in a daze, convinced at any moment someone would tell me it was a joke, that Bruce Smith couldn’t possibly be interested in me. But he was attentive. Generous. He bought me gifts, took me to expensive restaurants, introduced me to his family. Papa Niel Spears was intimidating — a self-made billionaire with sharp eyes and sharper instincts. He’d looked at me like a science experiment under glass.

I follow him and walk into the small shop, where he starts getting food for us. “Do you like these?”, he asks, pointing at some chips. I shake my head, I hate ketchup-flavoured chips. I walk to him, find some cheesy balls and grab a pack of those. He walks around, grabbing all sorts of chocolates and drinks. He then has the brilliant idea of getting some sushi. “I wouldn’t if I were you”, I say, scrunching my nose, and he laughs.

she said with a flair of elegance, “here is your table.” A group of men were already sitting down, and she dragged a chair out for me. “Should I get your chips ready?” “Yes. Ten thousand please.” Daria smiled at me. “Coming right up.” Soon, the green chips were stacked high in front of me. I played with the men for about two hours, Daria refilled my cup of whiskey every time I drank and soon, I was tipsy.

“Miss Heather? Can you come with me and we’ll do your examination next.” I went in to see Chip who was lying on the bed hooked up to an IV drip and had gauze packed all over his body. “Chip… How are you holding up?” “I’m holding man… They do some fucked up shit there..” Chip winced as he readjusted himself on the bed. Pushing some chicken noodle soup out of the way that someone brought him. “How bad was it?” I hated to ask, but I had to know what Melody might be dealing with.

He said to her as he drank coffee mixed with blood out of a black mug that had vampire fangs dripping blood off it. She bought it for him on one of their dates in Scotland as a joke before her grandfather died. Scarlett just nodded her head at his response as she continued to eat her breakfast. “Hey is there still Chipotle left?” She asked him after emptying both of her plates, he shook his head smiling broadly at her then got up to warm the half-eaten Buritto she had yesterday “Would you like a bowl to accompany her?” he asked her and she nodded her head again. He put a bottle of water down next to her as well.

She gave Min-a a cute pink cup full of wine and took the purple one. After he was done coughing out the smoke he excessively inhaled, he dropped the blunt and drank half of the wine in the cup. “Oh no..” Ji-ho chuckled at intervals, watching him clear his throat. “Take some ships.” She tossed him a green bag of chips. “Would this also make me high?” Min-a asked, reading the contents written on the bag. “It's just ships, you big, baby penguin.” Ji-ho chuckled at how he struggled to open it before getting it right.

he said and bowed to me playfully which made me laugh out loud as he went to get their orders I quickly arranged the orders in a tray, chips with lemonade and some cappuccino, "coming right up" I said and carried the tray towards the waiting customers, "Your chips," I said, placing the plate of chips on the table, "your cappuccino...and your..." My words trailed off when I decided to look up at that exact moment and my eyes clashed with stormy grey eyes with rim of gold, What the...the glass of lemonade which I was about putting on the table slides from my hand and fell right on the floor, the sound of glass shattering filled the air, I took steps back until my back came in contact with some

"Bon appétit, Clement." Phineas leaned back, his black diamond crown catching the flickering candlelight of the dining hall. Clement stared at the silver platter. His hands shook. Dirt was still caked under his fingernails from the slums, a sharp contrast to the embroidered white tablecloth. On the plate sat a small, heap of blue-tinted microchips, shimmering like cold glass.