Gumball X Hotdog Guy Novels & Stories

“I guess my husband’s size is as big as this. I should be prepared.” She took a bite on her hot-dog and stepped away. After a little while, Chadwick finally understood what she wanted to say. His eyes widened and his face went all red. “Hey you…!” he shouted, about to follow her and protest more. “Sir! You haven’t paid your hot-dog!” the seller shouted. Everyone around looked at Chadwick, who’s holding a literal hot-dog on stick in his hand and hiding one inside his pants. ‘That pervert woman!’ Chadwick internally complained as he went back in front of the stall and paid for the foods.

Theirs ended. When Bobby entered the Quickmart after work he saw the same scowling attendant who’d worked last night, Russ Givens. The one who’d “cut him a break” by giving him a Pepsi for half off after the sale. The guy Bobby must’ve mistakenly given that weird coin to.

he joked. “ I mean, who doesn't?” I justified my perverted preferences. Gian went ahead to challenge the strongman. To everyone's surprise, he effortlessly rung the bell, winning a giant teddy bear. “ Carnivals need to start giving things other than teddies. At this rate, we might be able to open a stuffed animal shop,” he grumbled as we walked away. “ Or you could just give it to me,” I suggested, stretching my arms wide open.

‎I drag him to more games. ‎He wins me another stuffed animal—a giant panda this time. ‎I hug it. ‎He glares at the attendant who compliments me. ‎Again. ‎We eat more corndogs. ‎Share another funnel cake. ‎He makes a face at the sugar. ‎I feed him a bite. ‎He grumbles. ‎But eats it. ‎We ride the bumper cars. ‎He’s ruthless. ‎I ram him repeatedly. ‎He laughs—real, deep laughter that makes my stomach flip.

Noushka was chuckling again, knowing how hard it was for me to hold back my thoughts. Mason looked at me, and smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “But then, would you put fruit smoothie on a hotdog? Talking of a hotdog, that could be technically a sandwich right?” I bit my lip even harder, staring hard across the bar, looking anywhere but at Mason. I probably looked like something was wrong with me, but I did not care. I could not look at him, or I would say something, I knew I would... How did we go from discussing ketchup and fruit smoothies to hotdogs?! This guy is killing me! A sandwich? No. Just no. A hotdog, was freaking hotdog! Not a sandwich in any sense of the word.

"Bella, come on. Just a quick chat, please." I spotted a hot dog stand just outside the company building and an idea popped into my head. I strode towards it and he followed. "Hardin, I have to grab a quick lunch. Can we walk and talk?" As we reached the stand, I ordered a hotdog with extra mustard. The vendor handed it to me and I turned to face Hardin who kept ranting. I nodded absentmindedly, my focus on the hotdog in my hand. Just as Hardin reached out to touch my shoulders, I pretended to trip, sending a thick squirt of mustard flying onto his shirt and some on his face.

Matt said more to the hot dog vendor and then he left them. "You? what about you?" he asked the girl who was just following Matt's gaze. "Huh? No. Thank goodness, I'm still full." He just said as he looked at the hot dog and swallowed. The young man noticed that, so he just grinned and took three hotdog sticks and handed them to Furi. "Oh." He said as he handed over the three hotdogs. The girl was surprised and looked at him. "Umf- go ahead. But just one." He took a hot dog at the same time but the young man still held three hot dog sticks to him, then he turned his back on him.

’ Jackson is ahead of me already and gives me a questioning look as he turns for my order. ‘Same?’ I nod in answer and move off to browse the tourist stall next to the hot dog stand, while Jackson chats away to the street vendor as he makes us two fully loaded dogs piled with onions and relish and extra mustard. The smells have me drooling too, but I don’t like standing over the steaming cart and stinking out my hair with smoked dogs. I keep my distance and spin the nearby display tower to amuse myself while we wait.

"I'd say, 'I know you are, but what am I?' but that probably wouldn't make much sense. It would be exactly like Edwarde or anything. to an s................... I am rubber and you are glue. My lips purse into a grin. Gummy bear? he inquires. Before I understand he's really asking if I want some sweets, I wait for the punch line. Steve takes a few and swallows them. Gum bear? Discuss about changing the topic. I'm speechless right now. First of all, I've never seen a guy who keeps gummy bears in his pocket. Secondly, weren't we just engaging in some weird, juvenile kind of witty banter? Then, however, a brief memory bursts into my consciousness. that sweet

Chance answered on behalf of Dr Tyson and decided to head back. Next stop was a roadside hotdog stall, that Chance claimed to be his favorite. Dr Tyson was reluctant, due to unhygienic tendencies of roadside stalls, but after much coercion from Chance, Dr Tyson finally agreed to take a bite. Except he didn’t just stop at one bite, and finished two hot dogs in a row. “Okay, before you finish off the whole stock, I don’t have that much money on me.” Chance interupted Dr Tyson mid-bite. “I can pay.” Dr Tyson shrugged.