Drunk Cartoon Mouse Novels & Stories

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"

roar, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. He must’ve emptied the clip. Jon ventured inside. The stink of gunpowder was thick. They were gone, all gone. Michael’s older brother was sitting hunched over in the front of the TV, a Road Runner cartoon playing on the screen. A hole the size of a human fist had been punctured into the back of his head. What was left of his brains dripped onto a pinhole ridden shirt.

Frank sits down handing Fin a drink. "Wolves can't get drunk, maybe a little buzzed. Unless you ha-" "Unless I have this." Frank takes a small bottle out of his pocket. I look closely to see that its that drug that helps wolves to get drunk. "Where did you get that?" Fin asks smiling holding his glass out. "I know a guy." Frank put a drop into Fin drink. "If he comes home sloppy drunk you'll be the one to explain to aunt Sarah why," I tell Frank holding my drink out, letting him put a drop into my drink.

All my wooziness was gone watching my girlfriend being mauled by her best friend. " she is drunken flirt when she gets too intoxicated with alcohol " she told me , then frowning at Conan , she explained" she told me that since someone didn't want her , she might try a new toy tonight " I swear I had never seen Conan go stiff that fast " so I dragged her away , I don't want her making any drunken mistake and I have a sick suspicion that if she really did that, the guy would find himself packed and couriered to the middle of Africa "

The maid hurriedly brought a bowl of water and placed it in front of Beryl. He drank the water to help him swallow the food that got stuck halfway in his food pipe. But the amount he could lick and drink was not good enough, so it didn’t help him much. Just before he could turn into a human and drink the whole bowl of water in one go, Drake lifted his paw and hit his head. Beryl's swiftly moved forward and his face got fully immersed into the water bowl. The water entered his nose and mouth and that made him struggle to breathe underwater.

But he just laughs. “Do you guys ever get drunk?” I asked out of curiosity. “Of course we do,” Calvin says, “If we drink faster and sometimes with a help of a drug.” “Drug?” I asked in surprise. I have been with them for the longest time and I don’t remember anyone else being drunk, well sometimes Nori or Calvin seems to act like one. But I know that they never get drunk. And the weird thing is they follow human rules about drunk driving and stuff. This is the first time that I have heard that they have the potential to get drunk.

“This is your last drink. I asked for a few sheets of paper for you to draw on.” “Jas, Serenity’s drunk. Can she still draw?” Serenity claimed that she was sober but the truth was, she was drunk. Instead of answering his brother’s question, Jasmine handed the pen and papers to Serenity. Serenity took the stuff and started drawing on the paper without taking the drink. First, she drew a ball. Drake was speechless. It was not hard to draw a circle in a drunken state. Drake believed it was a no-brainer.

The men cried out, and I averted my head back to see one wetting his trousers. As they ran for their lives, the gigantic wolf leaped over me, chasing them. I felt the earth quake as his feet landed on the ground. The gigantic wolf was so fast that it had caught up with the two men in no time. As it was about to rip one head off. "No, please don't!" I immediately rose to my feet to shout. Though the drunkards wanted to hurt me, I couldn't just stand there and watch them be ripped apart like a teddy bear. It would be cruel to me.

I finish my first glass and Sarah, that's the bartender is there to pour me a second and a third and I'm currently on my fourth and I can say that I am close to drunk and I have a good buzz going and the pain is numbed. “Is this seat taken?” Someone asks and I tell them no, I don't even look up, for some reason I'm really entranced in the cartoon that's showing on one of the TVs in the bar. “I loved Scooby Doo growing up.” The man sitting next to me says and I finally drag my eyes away from the TV to finally look at him. I don't know if it's the alcohol but the man siting next to me is hot and handsome and he's radiates this power of him, I immediately know that he's a wolf and from the look

’’ Adamie clasped his palms together. ‘‘I’m definitely getting the booze!’’ Andy said. ‘‘Drunk mofo,’’ Adamie replied, ‘‘Y’all remember that time Andy’ got so drunk at Brian’s party then he puked on the buff DJ and got his ass beat?’’ All of them apart from Andy burst into laughter. ‘‘Well, I’m better than fat Robert who passed out after taking two Oxycontine pills then got a dick drawn on his plumpy cheeks.’’ Andy defended.