Grumpy Puppet Novels & Stories

"As in Meyer or The Grouch?" Denver straightened. "The latter. Though it was because I found him in a dumpster as a pup, not because he's grumpy." Misty's face twisted with sympathy. "Poor baby." "He came out all right. And he's sure as hell not a baby anymore. He's a ninety-pound bed hog." Misty grinned at that and his brain emptied of everything but Wow. She had a helluva smile. They lapsed into silence, Misty watching him expectantly. For his part, Denver was trying to remember what the hell he was doing here. Oh yeah.

My jaw clenched, irritation crackling through the air around me. That woman dared to run away again? I took a step forward, anger rolling off me in waves. Then I froze. Something on the floor caught my eye. I bent down and picked it up. A Polaroid. In the photo, a scruffy, dirt-streaked wolf pup stared back at the camera, wary and defiant. Red eyes. Just like me.

I smile, seeing him clearly offended. "Well, I will talk to Ryan and see if he can get me one for myself." When I finish saying that, I notice the silence, and when I look up, he is staring at me with an expression that would probably make many women faint and swear eternal love. But it just gives me the creeps. "Oh, pom-pom. You will have one of these, it is your destiny." I am about to reply, but Grumpy bites his hand. "Damn it, that hurts! Pom-pom, I need some affection."

It wasn’t meant as bullying, in fact, the names suited them and they honestly did not mind them and it amused them that the Disney characters were so like their own characters, Grumpy, was always moaning especially when he had to get up early in the mornings, his real name was Gary. Sneezy, well he lived up to his name, the dust in the mines irritated his sinuses making him sneeze repeatedly, his real name was Simon. Sleepy, also hated early morning starts and had to be dragged out of his bed, he was called Stefan. Happy, was always singing, usually at the top of his voice, and he told terrible jokes, his real name was Harry.

JUPITER POV Keeping tabs on Grisha was as fun as it got. I still couldn’t believe that the little naïve girl with big-ass framed reading glasses was the golden phoenix who was going to bring us salvation and save the world from the hands of Anuka. It was still a very foreign concept even though I wanted to make deal with it. From the scrolls, Grisha would be strong, domineering, unstoppable. And the little girl who was not only 18 but also man-blood was really far from what was written in the scrolls! Well, except for her insanely dominating aura even though she was just meek, and pretty much killable!

he said walking to the door and outside the mansion I felt disgusted. Not after I thought my life was going the right way he comes with his mean words and tone again. “Hey are you okay” I heard a warm voice from behind. Turing to see Jasper I loosened up “Hi. I didn’t know you were around” I said trying to hide my disgust feeling “Yeah I just came to talk about something with ‘Mr Grumpy’ before we head out to work” he said jokingly His statement brought a tender laugh to my face and I couldn’t help but laugh. “He is really ‘Mr Grumpy’ I don’t understand why he has to be though” I said back

Zane says, letting me go and buy everything I want, I missed having so many stuffies like back at home, although all of mine were put away in another room, papa didn't allow me to put them in bed with us. "You want this one? It looks like Mathew when angry," Nathaniel says holding up an angry octopus, making me giggle, it did look like grumpy Mathew. "He grumpy," I say making them all laugh, I added my new octopus whose name is Mathew starting now, to the cart.

I asked, showing genuine concern. "It’s nothing serious, Mr. Grumpy. I was just really hungry and needed to feed myself and my puppy," she replied with a silly smile. Her playful behavior was back. And why was she calling me Mr. Grumpy? Do I really sound grumpy to her? "My name is not Mr. Grumpy, silly girl." "My name is not silly girl, Mr. Grumpy." She looked so cute right now. I smiled at her playful behavior. "Sorry to interrupt, Young Master. The food is ready now."

“That’s what you get for messing up with me.” “You ruined my shoes.” He yells, glaring down at his scuffed white sneakers. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before grabbing me, Mr Grumpy.” I smirk, folding my arms across my chest. His eyes widen at my words. “What did you just say? Mr Grumpy?” I laugh at the look on his face. “Yeah, you heard me—Mr Grumpy. Fits you perfectly, don’t you think?” His eyes narrow, and he steps closer, towering over me. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

"You mean that you're still Uno. Like Uno. No girls. No crush. No woman?" "Of course, there are women. But nothing serious. They are not what I want," he said, smiling at her. "Don't worry. You're just twenty-seven. You Will find the perfect woman, Grandpa," she playfully said, taking a sip of her drink. "Shut up," he hissed, pulling her hair a little. "No. You shut up." She slapped his hand away. "So how is Mr. Grumpy?" he asked laughing as she rolled her eyes.