Novel & Cerita Gumball X Hotdog Guy

“We're now officially cliché!” “How is that a good thing?” “It just is, now...goldfish, we can win two, call them after ourselves.” “Maybe goldfish me will eat goldfish you,” Derrick muttered poking him hard in the side so he yelped and hurried forward. They didn't end up winning a goldfish but Jordan managed to win him a small toy dog that he took with a roll of his eyes. “Hot dog!” Jordan exclaimed when they stood at the stand and got two each with a can of soda. They say at a spare bench facing each other when they ate them.

“Two of the popular hotdogs and two fries and one large Dr pepper,” “Coming right up,” I watch as he slathers mayo on the bun then places the hot dog then he puts onions, some type of hot pepper and cheese. Then he grabs the net, scoops up the fries and places them in hotdogs wrappers. “32.50,” Wow talk about expensive, however I handed him a hundred and he started to count the change. “What the fuck were you thinking?” I nearly jumped from my skin when Avery said that from behind me. “I came to get us some food I was going to bring it to you,”

Marcus was nowhere to find and I decided not to drag him on my food trip. I am threading through the crowd of tourists when I found a hotdog stand. I ordered two jumbos and a fruit shake to go with it. Pulling my wallet from my handbag, I paid for the food and started to walk away. It was quiet at first then I heard them mumbling around me before they erupted, the whole crowd laughing.

He says, “no, I’m fine." “Hey, I said eat!” Again he said, “no, I got bread.” The 28 swears at the guy and then offers the shortish guy the bread. “Rat will take care of you,” he says, “eat.” The short guy takes the bread and eats. Rat has another 28 opposite him with a tattoo on his forehead saying dawg.

The "miracle" Lilia had been praying for arrived in the form of a giant, inflatable hot dog. Lilia was currently sweating inside the polyester casing of "Frankie the Frankfurter," the mascot for a struggling local diner. She was working three jobs to save her grandmother’s restaurant , and today’s gig involved waving a plastic mustard bottle at cars in a rain-slicked parking lot.

A man with a hotdog cart was at the corner, a small line forming down the street. "Hungry?" he asked me. We'd just eaten two hours ago, and yet the smell of the hotdogs was delicious and my stomach rumbled in response. "I see you are," he laughed. "Let's go." He grabbed my hand and we darted across the street as the light warned there were only five seconds to go, panting and smiling as we got in line. He was head and shoulders taller than most people, so leaned a little and was able to see the menu. He read it for me, telling me my choices of chilidogs and various toppings.

"Who? If it is Betty, then I am not in the mood for her." "No, bro it is that guy from the coffee shop." "What guy from the coffee shop?" "The one that was with Isabella." "What does the buff dry dumbo want?"

I wonder if he's going to pout all day. Maddy and I stay on the tailgate of the truck listening to the radio and eating our snacks when a sweet small stray dog comes running up. He reminds me of the dog that played Benji from childhood movies. Same golden brown wiry-looking hair. The only difference is this dog was missing one of his front legs. We feed him some chips and water. Maddy and I started calling him Tripod and decided we were taking him home today. We spent the next couple of hours playing with him in the bed of the truck while they finished the walls. Before we knew it, the guys were back and ready to go pick up the food. I laid a towel off to the side of the driveway for Tripod

This is it. "Oh hi there. I'm a ugly hotdog. I'm so so so so so so so ugly" i shouted in a singsong voice keeping my voice lower and deeper than usual. As i said that i danced and skipped towards the people. They were all dumbfounded and some who have just recovered got their cellphones and video taped me as they laughed. The kids were hiding behind their parents back probably scared because of this hideous costume. "Old McDonald had a hotdog eh i eh i oh and his hotdog was ugly eh i eh i oh" i keep on singing changing the lyrics of "Old McDonald had a farm" song or was it just "Old McDonald"?

I laugh, grabbing my money and heading towards the door. “We have a shack burger, a ten piece nuggets and two fries. That will be $15.70” The guy reads, handing me the bag. “Thank you so much, have a nice day” I smile, taking the bag from him. “You too hot stuff” He smirks. “Babe, are you coming?” Daniel yells. “Yeah, be up in a minute” I call back. “I have a boyfriend. Maybe you’ll have better luck next time” I roll my eyes, closing the door.