Cups Cartoon Novels & Stories

On getting out the ingredients for spicy chicken wraps and cold milk, the rest of the cooking annoyed me that I was making food for Mitchell. "Order up." I said like how Spongebob Squarepants said when he was taking an order for a 'krabby patty'. I knew this because it was Caramel's favorite cartoon. She loved cartoons more than anything. She even called Spongebob her boyfriend sometimes and it made Alfy jealous. I placed the wide tray of foods on the dining table, placed them from the tray, to the table, once at a time. "Come on. Come and have your food." I sniggered, folded my arms across my chest.

As we continue, my mouth literally hangs open at all the sights that are impossible to take in at once. I spot a man selling coffee cups from a wheelbarrow, hosting a cardboard sign that reads ― ‘Moodcups’. After finding out how they work, I immediately purchase four ― for me, Leyla, Noah, and my robot, of course. Maybe it can teach him how to reconnect with his lost emotions. Or at the very least, I can tell what mood he is in. Mel buys two. Haley gets half a dozen — she has 4 of the emotionally-challenged gender in her immediate family after all.

Yesterday’s gift was a pair of Snoozie slippers that had a cartoon version of Alfredo on them. Today’s gift was a monstrous black Yeti with the phrase, “Less talkie while I drink my coffee. Thanks a latte.” I almost choked on my coffee at the time from laughing at the cup. After not being able to see Kade at the office I finally decided it was time to stop with my procrastinating bullshit and text him. ME: Are you home?

Carter replied, his arms resting on the recently-cleaned counter, his intertwined thumbs rolling against one another. Stephie stood and retrieved an aluminum pitcher, then filled the cup with a decent amount of milk. She purged the wand of any residual liquid from earlier use. Wiping the wand clean, she then placed the aluminum pitcher beneath the wand. Submerging the wand halfway beneath the milk's surface, Stephie started the machine. While holding the cup and watching the liquid, Stephie chanced a look towards Carter.

Kacy turned pale, but did not dare call them out loud, only able to watch as they joined the class team. As Robert and Cupid passed the kindergarten cafeteria, Robert rolled his eyes and took Cupid into the kitchen. After a while, they quietly slipped into the team and waited in line to get water. The teacher gave each child a disposable paper cup and then each child lined up to get hot water from the water dispenser before getting back in line. When Robert saw that it was Brutney, he nudged Cupid. Cupid knew, and Robert walked up to Brutney together, smiled and said, "Brutney, let us help you."

But the moment the cup arrived in my hands, her smile froze at the corners of her mouth. … Each cup of coffee came with a specially designed sleeve from Ceres Manufacturing. Printed on them were explicit illustrations of Joseph and Monica’s… passionate encounters. Of course, the disgusting parts were pixelated. The people who received the drinks kept glancing between Joseph and Monica. “Usually, she seems so innocent. Didn’t expect her to play like this.” “Ha, look at mine. It’s heavily pixelated, but anyone who’s seen films like this would know it’s hardcore.”

His weight made it creak horribly and I snorted like a pig. The door kicked open with a bang -if I still had my legs, I'd probably jump in shock to the ceiling - and Dylan shuffled in with three steaming hot cups with his lips puckered weirdly and his eyebrows deeply furrowed in concentration. Each hand held perfectly 1 and a half cup in a triangle (if you could imagine that) but every time he pressured the sides, the scorching liquid would jump up dangerously. Aiden and I exchanged a look and we burst out laughing at the exact same time. Dylan looked so ridiculous that it was hilarious.

Noah asked offhandedly, his attention already fully locked on the butter he was spreading over his toast. Something briefly flashed within Cordia mommy’s eyes as she gazed at the two boys, “The Stud Muffin and the Cupcake.” Noah swallowed down his saliva; ah, that title really increased his appetite! He eyed the peanut butter cupcakes on the side and marked them as his next “victims”.

It was messing with his head. He picked up the piping bag with a tip 104 and placed the point on the edge of the cupcake when the doorbell suddenly rang. “Seriously?” He groaned and placed them down on the counter. Annoyed at the sudden interruption, he took off his blue unicorn-printed apron, Clary’s gift for his birthday last year, and then he wiped his hands on it.

Silence fills the air as I look over an article. "Can you read any of this?" I ask, my mind trying to silently pronounce the words. She slips off the bed and sits next to me, crossing her legs Indian style. "I can read some of it. Like here," she points to the page showing some limited edition cup, I don't know I don't look at it long. I watch Tate, as her eyes light up at the magazine. "It's a cup they use for their protein powder, which helps them get strong for fights," she explains. Her eyes meet mine, and she taps the page.