Gumball X Hotdog Guy Novels & Stories

' he wondered. He thought about it and laughed. It was hilarious to him. "What the f*ck are you laughing about?" asked the blond guy coldly. The tattoo sleeve guy said, "Dude, how dare you look down on the God of Thunder, Master Penn? You better not leave after we get off the train. I'll beat you up." "Alright, I'll be waiting," said Wilbur casually. The blond guy scoffed coldly and returned to their seats several rows behind.

It was easier to park a couple blocks south and cross diagonally through a city park to get there, than it was to try to find a spot right in front of the building itself. The only problem was the hot dog vendor who sold some absolutely delectable treats from a cart in the center of the park. The small, portly man smiled when he saw me from a distance, topping a fresh footlong hot dog with mustard and relish before I even reached him. I traded him a crisp twenty dollar bill for it; we made our exchange quickly and I hardly slowed my stride across the park. He knew to keep the change.

I crouch down to her eyes level as her big jeweled eyes Twinkies back at me, her twice finger pointed to a bowl dog. "Mr.Chang may I get one howl dog please." I asked. "Yes you may." He handed me a plate with a hot dog. "Here you go." I whispered to the girl hiding her to the condiment station . "Bye, Mr. Chang. " Little one and I said our farewells to Mr. Chang sporting Snow and Astro in the distance. "Snow,Astro how are you both." "Good, " they both said. "Who's this little witch." Snow said squatting down to the girl's level moving her strawberry blond hair.

He thrusts the other in my direction. I don't really want cotton candy, and I think that Luther is kind of dumb for getting them, but I'd rather be dumb with him. I tear off a piece and stuff it into my mouth. The burst of flavor travels to my brain as it melts on my tongue. This is actually really good cotton candy. "Wow, Canton is up to something," I murmur as I throw more pieces in my mouth. "If you want the best stakes, Brandy has 'em!" The young girl points two stalls to our left. "Just next to him is Jay, his corn dogs are to kill for!"

Simple perfection he'd dismissed his entire life. Charlotte watched, eyebrow arched, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips as Howard chewed in stunned silence, the great Howard Carter undone by a $3 hotdog. Charlotte's smile widened, genuine delight lighting her face as she watched Howard savor the unexpected treat. Seeing his reluctant enjoyment, he made up his mind—no more pretenses. Ignoring prying eyes from passing cars and pedestrians, he devoured the rest of the hotdog in hearty bites. Ketchup smeared his chin, and mustard dotted his tailored shirt; for once, the pristine billionaire looked gloriously human, messy, and alive.

"Thank you," As I finished eating the bell dinged to the entrance and three burley, rough, brutes come through the door. "Sally, Bucky, and I will take burgers and Joey wants hotdogs," One of them relayed to the waitress that took my order earlier, they fell short as they walked past me. "Well, what do we have here?" The blonde guy asked as he took a big whiff of air. "Long way from home Sugar?" "I think she might want a tour, Bradley," The long-haired one elbowed the guy talking. A name to put to that face, Bradley must be the blonde one, I must admit he doesn't look very bright, but he does look intimidating.

They were laughing and chatting, enjoying the warm weather and the beautiful scenery. As they walked, Mr. Thompson spotted a hot dog stand selling his favorite kind of hot dog. He couldn't resist, and he ordered one for himself and his friends. They sat down on a bench to enjoy their meal. "This is the life," Mr. Thompson said, taking a bite of his hot dog. "So what do you think about the new restaurant that opened downtown?" Mr. Thomas Thompson asked his friend. "I haven't tried it yet," his friend replied. "But I heard it's pretty good. Have you been?"

He stumbled backward and shouted, "What are you talking about? I'm straight! What couple? How can you say that?" Watching him flip out left me speechless. He was straight? Yeah, well so was I. Earlier that day, I met up with some friends to play basketball. That night, they dragged me to this casual spot where we had loaded fries, wings and ice-cold beer. When I got home and finally crawled into bed, a sharp pain tore through my stomach. Worse, there were bloodstains on my pants. As someone who had been dealing with hemorrhoids, I knew immediately what happened. They had ruptured.

Emily's POV The music swirled around us, the singer hitting a high, thrilling note that sent the crowd into a roar of excitement. I walked over to Nathan’s table, holding my creation—a chili hot dog. The soft, crusted bread cradled a lavishly seasoned sausage, topped with green bell peppers, scallions, crunchy radishes, spicy jalapeño slices, and finished off with a generous drizzle of my special sauce and melting cheese.

He ordered two hot dogs with everything, ignoring the vendor's shocked face when he pulled out his platinum card for a five-dollar purchase. We found a bench near the Bellagio, and I watched in fascination as Hunter Reid, heir to billions, got mustard on his designer shirt and didn't care. "This is surreal," I murmured, taking a bite of what was surprisingly the best hot dog I'd ever had. "Good surreal or bad surreal?" I studied his face in the fountain lights. The desperate edge from earlier had softened into something warmer, more hopeful. "Good, I think. Different." We walked to Fremont Street, where the LED canopy painted us in shifting colors. Hunter bought me a tacky "I Love Vegas" t-s