Drunk Cartoon Mouse Novels & Stories

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.

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 said. “Mouse!” He had the biggest grin on his face, and Jensen looked at him in shock. “Whoa!” he exclaimed before breaking into a grin himself. “What’s going on?” I asked, confused. “What’s Mouse?” Alrik started laughing too. “Well I’ll be damned!” he said. “Ok.” I was clearly missing something. “Someone explain.”

I exclaim walking over throwing the carton in the bin, while he just laughs going back to his game. "Can mice drink milk?" He asks with a smirk on his face still staring at the tv, I knew this meant he was only half listening to me. "I don't know I'll have to get back to you on that one but the point is, if you're gonna drink the last of the milk, A, don't put the empty carton back in the fridge and B, at least drink it all!" I shout throwing my arms in the air, he just shrugs his shoulders brushing me off, well we've lost contact now as he's gone back to playing his pointless game!

“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?”

hey, did you finally teach your best friend how to dress? Candy looks at me, "How dare you Muna?" She said angrily; Muna laughs, she walk back to Drake, she puts her hand on his shoulders; can we play a game, Drake my dear?" Drake head turn to her; what kind of game? He questioned, he is looking at her, Candy carries a chairs, she gives one of the chairs to me, I sit down at the table; Muna goes over to her chair; she takes out an empty bottle and placed it at the center of the table. "Let's play how not to lie.

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 .

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."

Acting strange in front of everyone and appearing to be a lunatic that was out of reach. “Yes, I'm sorry, Miss Bal. What are you trying to show me? The Alpha is currently busy. Maybe he has something for you inside the Wildrift. Oh! My bad. Such a talkative mouth.” Monta giggled, which made Bal awkwardly smile too. ‘Just listen!’ Bal cried inwardly. Then she began to draw her mice friends on the sand. Though her drawing is vague, the mouse's figure was still visible.