Drunk Cartoon Mouse Novels & Stories

Her voice rang out loud and merry, echoing in the warm night. Taylor, feeling a tad disoriented from the alcohol, squinted in mock disbelief, his speech slurring slightly. "Wait, wait, wait, whoa, whoa, am I dreaming or hallucinating because I'm drunk?" His words tumbled out in a drunken symphony. Castor, always quick to jest, couldn't resist giving Taylor a playful smack on the back of his head. "You dumb, people don't hallucinate when they're drunk!" Catalina joined in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe he's not people but an animal, I guess."

This time I was determined not to let him have control over me. The food was surprisingly good. I ate everything and drank the water. He watched me throughout, a strange expression on his face. “What do you say, little Mouse?” he drawled, a smug smile on his face. “Thank you, it was good.” I said, keeping my eyes on the plate. Drake sat back in his chair, his fingers drumming on the table, just staring at me with those red eyes. He had his long black hair loose and it fell to his shoulders.

I facepalm internally. “I’m sorry, I just… I… Can I leave? I’ll come another time to— I’ll go get new ones…” I stammer. “No. Clean up this mess immediately.” “But sir—“ “What have I told you about buts, Minnie Mouse?” Ah yes, the only form of humor Scott has is calling me that nickname. Other than that, he is as cold as ice and very inconsiderate. “I’ll clean it right away.” Minutes later, I'm cleaning up his office while he and this woman switch positions every five minutes.

Becca hiccupped and giggled, dropping her empty glass once full of strawberry daiquiri that Luke had brought with him. After five hours of drinking orangeade, strawberry daiquiri, lemonade, punch and stories of maximum laughs and epic proportions, she was tired as fuck. If she heard one more funny one night stand story about Allison McKinney being daft as a brush, she would, literally, pass out of exhaustion. She was reeling at the idea of heading out to a friend's party that was ongoing.

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.

While it was Luc’s first time witnessing Kirin behaving like this, he felt that he could not comprehend this young master of the Summers family anymore. In fact, Luc felt a chill down his spine. In the end, Kirin finished his drawing and stared at it. He then started laughing maniacally. On the drawing were a cat and a mouse. The cat had sharp claws and looked ferocious, while the mouse looked terrified and was trembling in the corner. “Hehehe… Tyr… our game has just begun.

Missy cursed, humiliation tears in her eyes. Zane caught her wrist before she could storm past him. “It’s a cartoon.” “What?” she said, tugging to get free. “They’re watching a cartoon. Not your face. Not the rest of the vitriol you spouted. It’s a cartoon woman having sex, making that sound you do. The caption says, ‘What’s more generous than a big fat O? How about a check with a lot of O’s that helps save endangered tigers?’” “I don’t believe you,” Missy said.

“What day is it today?” “It’s the day after Wednesday and the day before Friday which is Thursday. It’s Thursday all day long until midnight.” “Very good. Who are the people in this room with you today?” “Sister, Doc Harper Harper Harper, and Mickey Mouse.” “Is Mickey Mouse a person or a cartoon?” “Mickey Mouse is a cartoon in Disney and he’s a man over there in the corner and he likes my sister. I saw him looking at her with sparkling eyes.” “Oh my god,” I whisper. I stare at the floor, knowing there’s no way I can stop this freight train. When Jersey gets on a roll, no one can stop him. No one who doesn’t want a giant tantrum on their hands can, anyway.

He looks at me accusingly and I start to retort but a slight movement in a cluster of bushes within the circle catches my eye and I head towards it. Absently,I heard Logan sigh and murmur something about brain damage and being unconscious so often but I was busy trying to ferret out the little swatch of black I saw cowering behind a large rock.Crouching,I reached into my pocket for a piece of the cookie I had snuck from breakfast and sprinkled the pieces in the grass.Sure enough,out comes an adorable grey mouse with Wayne's eyes and a tuft of his Hispanic hair,nibbling at the crumbs.I hold out my palm and he hops on,nuzzling into the middle of my hand while I stroke his tiny head with a fing

he continued as Micheal tried to blink his vision clear. “You useless old brute,” Micheal huffed, reaching out for a jug of water, pouring himself a glass, ”wait until I’m drunk in the brain before bringing up the most important issue,” he huffed, chugging down a jar of clear water, as Peanut chuckled, “Now all they see is two drunks talking,” he explained with a grin, eyes sparkling in mischief. Micheal shook his head, placing the empty jar, “what element?” Peanut remained silent, but his eyes studied him as Micheal froze, his large brain working past his drunken haze, swallowing as he leaned forward, “ Golden Dragons take centuries…” he trailed off.