Drunk Cartoon Mouse Novels & Stories

At that, they call the bartender, and he makes quick work of making their drinks and serving them. They down their first round together and loosen up a bit, with their second glasses in hand when Raven speaks. “So, Mouse, indulge me, why is a big muscular guy like you called ‘mouse?’” she asks with a stifled giggle, her head a little light from the drink. Mighty is the first to let out a guffaw. “That one is funny.” Mouse lets out a scoff, smacking Mighty’s head, “Shut up.” Raven looks between the two men, confused. She has a feeling that there must be a story behind that.

he told the driver. The vehicle immediately pulled away from the office premises. Silence. Neither of us spoke. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through social media. Funny videos. Random posts. A few messages from colleagues. One video made me laugh. Then another. I smiled at the screen. A few seconds later, I felt it. That feeling. Like someone was staring. I looked up. Drake was watching me. “What?” I asked. His expression didn’t change. “Little mouse.” I groaned.

“Show yourself.” ‎ ‎From the shadows, a small figure waddled into the candlelight. My jaw dropped. A mouse. A plain, tiny mouse with twitching whiskers. ‎ ‎I blinked, then let out a sharp laugh. “You too, huh? Got trapped in here with me?” ‎ ‎The mouse sat up on its hind legs and… chuckled. “Trapped? Oh no. I’m not trapped at all.” ‎ ‎I froze again. My brain scrambled to catch up. “Did… did you just talk?”

he asked. "Poison. My mother said it." "There's no way its poison. The mouse would have died if it contained poison. However, it wasn't poison like you said, but on the contrary, the mouse turned into a creature... a creature..." this man thought so hard. "Ahh! I don't know what the mouse turned into! This is driving me crazy!" he shouted, feeling very frustrated. Gail chuckled, he patted this old man on the shoulder, "Your brain is too old to think, you better rest now. I'll be back tomorrow."

“Not too strong. Maybe just at the transformer. That will send the entire neighborhood dark. Give us time to get in and out.” Mouse blew out a mouthful of air. “Fine.” He paused a moment. “You guys are no fun.” “Sorry,” I said with a grin. “Maybe in Brazil.”

the time". Fuck, I hate myself...I don't want to talk about this shit! I want to talk about how cows moo and all that fucking shit. I wanted ice cream but the doctor said I wasn't allowed to eat it. How did Dumbledor even grow that long ass beard that's as long as the Mississippi river? Why is there such song as "What does the Fox say?" when obviously, the fox says "meow"?" I cry. Maddox laughs, "What's so funny? Do I look like a clown to you? I'm fucking crying and all you're doing is being an ungrateful husband to me!"

Micky smiles at his friend and asks with a mocking voice: - Why? You're offering? - Jesus, hell no. I like my tight ass as it is. I'm just amazed that you're going without taking anyone with you. - I just came to drink. Micky replies and closes the office door. He sits on an old couch and opens the bottle, taking long gulps, as if the spiked vodka were water and he was thirsty. In a few minutes, he was drunk, and the bottle was gone. He staggered to his feet and shouted to his friend:

My head felt like it was going to explode. Maurice tackled the mouse again, and it released me to get away. It scrambled to the other side of the room, moving amazingly fast. I sat up wheezing and gasping for breath. Dudley had got the female mouse off Flossie and was helping her up. The mouse-woman was in the corner, hissing and snarling. The male mouse came running out of a dark corner with a spear held in front of it, levelled at Maurice. He dived out of the way.

I can't help the urge to punch him that's coming up "Are you mad?" It was a simple deal that we made after Chocolate had once had a mental breakdown when a bird pooped on his face (yes, Cream still has the pictures), Chocolate and I stayed in the car while Caramel and Cream went into the Park. It was a very simple rule that Coco abided to easier than one would hope, and today, he's being the usual bitch he is. "Hey, freaks!" I freeze immediately, Chocolate bearing a small grin as he turns to the voice. The person is at my left, drunk I suppose because he's practically staggering as he points at us .

“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.