Cups Cartoon Novels & Stories

Beggar “Someone, and before we know it, the entire Clubhouse would know.” Hearing Jo's sneakers skidding on the floor, I get up off my chair as she comes running into the bar area holding two cupcakes instead of the muffins. They don't have frosting on it as yet, but these are the red ones, my favourite. “Thanks kid.” I take the one and wink at her, as I take a big bite. Jo bites into hers too, the kid is cute.

Mouse! "Where?!" I squealed and jumped. The tray flew forward. "CAREFUL!" Lily lunged for one cup. Adam caught another. Ryan somehow ended up holding three cups at once. For two whole seconds... The office looked like a badly choreographed action movie. Then... Ryan looked down at the cups in his hands. "...Did we just save the coffee?" Lily burst into laughter. "We're protecting coffee like it's company property!" I couldn't stop laughing. "You idiots!" Ryan grinned. "Worth it."

Pale skin, curly and long hair, dress just like the owner. She watched Celsi as she arranged the small cups in the middle of the circle. “How are we gonna play it?” asked Vero, after Celsi finished arranging the cups. She thought those things were only plastic cups and teapots. Turned out they were one set of ceramic tea cups that one could use for a drink. Even her toys are not really toys. Celsi gave her a sharp glance that sent a chill down her spine before she took a vacuum flask from her trolley.

Ignoring the looks I was getting I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the jug of chocolate milk, now to find a cup. “ The cups are in the third cabinet to your right.” Hunter tells me “ thanks!” Opening the cabinet I grab a shiny blue cup that has a picture of a pizze on it that says stay cheesy. “ hey that's my cup!” Andrew pouts “ I don’t see your name on it?” I mocked “ Who would put their name on a cup?” “ someone who didn’t want other people using it.” I winked pouring the chocolate milk in the mug “ What are you doing Briella?” Erik asked

Russell directly lifted the person up and walked into the bathroom. There were three ceramic cups on the washstand, one blue, one pink, and one yellow. "We went to the ceramic shop to make pottery before Gilberto kidnapped us," Russell told her. "These two, the pink and blue ones, are made by you and later colored according to your preference. The yellow one is special, it's made for the baby. Because I think both a baby boy and a baby girl can use yellow. The three cups represent our family of three. In the morning, I will fill half a cup of warm water for the three cups. For breakfast, I will fill the three cups with hot milk. At noon, I will pour homemade drinks into the three cups. And f

Cus looked back over his shoulder. "Whatever you want." "Anything?" Cus’s eyes went wide, his sharp features finally softening. "Within reason. As long as I can buy it or steal it without losing a limb." "Reese’s Cups. A bulk crate once a month." Kan stared. "Reese’s Cups?" The guy was definitely pulling his leg. He demanded high-end tequila from Timothy, but from Kan, he wanted gas station candy? Cus nodded, licking his lips. "The miniatures. So I don't get a sugar crash as fast."

I figured let them get their rest. Downstairs I fixed a bowl of Cocoa Puffs. I don’t care if it’s a kid’s cereal and I’m too old to be eating it. I love me some Cocoa Puffs. As their mascot says, ‘I’m cuckoo for cocoa puffs.’ I pulled out my phone checking messages and my social media. Just a few texts from the team to coordinate carpools and timing for getting to the gym.

“Life’s crap if you stick to the safe side, Charlie. Stop overthinking. Just drink.” “Alright, alright—sheesh." I lifted the cup to my lips and took a cautious sip. Sweet fruit punch hit my tongue first, but underneath it lurked the sharp burn of alcohol—strong, but surprisingly smooth. Not bad. I took another sip. Then another. By the time I tipped the cup back, only a few drops clung to the bottom. Carter clapped my back like I’d just scored a touchdown. “Atta boy. A few more of those and you’ll be party-ready.” He refilled my cup without asking and tugged me away to tour the madness.

A ridiculous combo if you ask me, but no one asked me, so here we are. Jesper spreads his arms wide like some referee about to officiate the Olympics. “Okay, everyone knows the drill. Ten cups, pyramid, center of the table. Only, tonight it’s not beer.” He lifts a shot glass filled with the suspicious neon liquid Cam whipped up earlier. “It’s Cam’s Delight.” The table groans. Cam beams, positively glowing now. “Don’t all look so excited at once.”

He said finally and just a few numbers raised their hands and most looked uncertain. " The Red Cup is the poisoned cup." He said and the children started to murmur. The children who got it right started to lecture the other kids until Ari hit his hand on the table. "Now start. When you've found out the poisoned cup, take it aside and raise your normal cup and when I say drink, we all drink." He said and the pupils started to sniff, they sniffed and sniffed for moments with Ari going around and telling them to use their inner sense of smell, their supernatural ability to smell things that don't have much scent.