Funny Fox Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

Sis Poppy explained, “I’m sure he’s Lil Fox. He was staring at my shoes earlier, and these were given to me by Lil Fox.” The sisters began to tease Sis Poppy. “Sis Two, be frank with us. Is the reason why you like to wear men’s clothes perhaps so that you can freeload Lil Fox’s clothes?” Sis Poppy said, “I’m the same height as Lil Fox and we share the same shoe size. Freeloading his clothes is a gift bestowed upon me by the heavens. It’ll be a waste if I don’t wear them. Are you guys jealous of me or something?”

She grabbed the glass by the sink and, having no clue what else to do because no one had ever discussed how to end a Siren’s enchantment, tossed the rest of the water in Logan’s face. “What the hell?” Logan shook his head, water drop-lets flinging everywhere, but at least it did the trick. She tossed him a towel just as Michael entered the room. “I got colored paper this time,” the little boy said, holding up the aforementioned paper. “Want to help me make a bunch of parrots? They’re my favorite.”

“We need an ambulance.” “I leave for two seconds . . . ” Pink Bunny stomps a furry foot. “What happened?” “Dunno.” The unicorn waves plush hooves. “Steve was, ah, with a toy, I think the Mounty Pounder, and then maybe his heart or something . . . ” “No names!” Angry Fox stomps for the door. “They can’t be here! Can’t see this!” “It’s okay.” Carrie bends and places the pizza at her feet. “We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ”

“Don’t be so sensitive. I’m just teasing you. Of course, I want to hear it. Unless you’re going to tell me that Kayla was promoted, or worse, got herself a billionaire or something.” “Ew, no!” Poppy replied. “She can kiss my ass. I couldn’t care less. Anyway…so, do you remember that pop rock band we watched at Coachella a couple of years ago with the cute bass player and the hot singer?” she asks, her voice way too excited for me to keep up.

I pressed yes. The lights overhead flickered and stabilized. For a moment, the entire vault hummed with the sound of rebooting mechanisms. Then everything changed. The remote in Amelia’s hand sparked violently, and she dropped it with a startled cry. The vault door’s locks reset with a series of loud clicks that echoed like thunder. Adrian seized the opening. He charged at the nearest gunman, disarming him with a swift blow to the wrist. The weapon clattered to the floor, and Adrian kicked it out of reach before delivering a strike that sent the man crumpling.

, Fernanda walked out of the bathroom putting a time out on Stacey and Brianna’s little cat fight. “Something probably disagreed with my stomach and made me sick”, she pointed out. “It was probably the chilli we had last night, I told you it was trouble”, Stacey remembered and threw it in Fernanda’s face but was then avenged by a pillow to the head thrown by Brianna. Stacey reacted by quickly picking it up and throwing it back, jumping on Brianna’s bed and continuously striked her with the same pillow. Fernanda got into it as well and they all had one big amazing pillow fight, ‘girls just wanna have fun’.

I was sitting on the edge of her bed, fingers combing through her hair, and I paused for half a second. Adrian laughed softly from the screen. “Technically, a play castle. But yes. A castle.” Poppy shrieked with joy, a betrayal of eardrums everywhere and a direct threat to every living thing within a two-house radius. “I knew it! I knew Daddy loves me the most in the whole world!” I patted her thigh. “Volume, little dictator.” “Sorry,” she said, sounding not even remotely sorry, then turned back to the screen. “Does it have towers? Is it pink? Is there a bridge? A place for horses? A room for CEO Barbie?”

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

But for the first time in my life, there was actually someone in my head who could answer back. YES, please! Pixy practically jumped up and down in my mind. The pups will love it! “They’re practically millionaires, so it’s not like they lack toys,” I argued back, still fiddling with the small Robin in my hand, not sure what to do. But it will be a gift you made yourself, Pixy chimed in, her playful and excited energy feeling like a rush of adrenaline in my stomach. Like when you’re on a carnival ride and you’ve just been dropped down the dreaded slope.