Drunk Cartoon Mouse Novels & Stories

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every

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.

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

Sirius was grinning as he held a cartoon of mango milk. "Hi." He greeted. "You are alive," June muttered. "Don't make it sound like you don't care about me, pup," Sirius said, with a pout, "I bought mango milk." He shook the cartoon, he was holding to emphasize. "I don't care about you," June said as he opened the door wider for Sirius to enter. "Now that just hurts my feelings, pup," Sirius said and headed towards the dinning table and placed the cartoon of mango milk on it, "What if—"

I said with a frown. "Ouch"he said feigning hurt. I moaned as the chocolatey goodness melted in my mouth. "This is good"I said. "You look like a child"he joked. I pouted. "Are you done?"i asked, taking the last gulp of my glass of milk "Almost"he replied, leaning back against his chair. He drank his milk and I laughed. "What's funny?"he asked amused. "You have a milk moustache"I said pointing to the white substance under his nose.