Gumball X Hotdog Guy Novels & Stories

"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.

“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.

’ 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.

he asked, laughing. I chuckled and said, "Well, you can't go wrong with a classic corndog." Derek nodded enthusiastically and we walked over to the corndog stall. The vendor, a friendly old man with a bushy white mustache, greeted us with a warm smile. "Welcome, welcome! Corndogs, funnel cakes, cotton candy - what can I get for you fine folks today?" Derek grinned and said, "We'll take two corndogs, please!" The vendor nodded and began expertly dipping the corndogs in a vat of hot oil. As we waited, Derek and I browsed the nearby stalls, taking in the colorful array of goods on offer.

She kisses him on the cheek before pushing through the crowd looking for a place to set down the bags. My stomach growls at the mention of the best hotdogs in town. No clue what's in them and I'd never ask, the dogs have a pink hue that's completely unnatural, a local bakery makes the buns just for this joint, and their chili is homemade daily. They only do hot dogs. Nothing else. You can get a bag of Lays potato chips and a Coke from a bottle, but the only thing they make is hot dogs, and we all love them all the way-chili, mustard, and onions. Well, all of us except Dax. Moby loves them but doesn't eat them often because of the lack of nutritional value. I can tell from the look on his fac

he said looking at the posters of food on the wall behind her "Wh...what will you have sir?" she stattered "That looks yummy, i will have it." he said pointing at picture of a burger king, fries and large pieces of chicken." "That will be ten dollars sir." she said voice trying to suppress all the fear "Dollars?" "Yes dollars, ten dollars for that meal." Feeling confused, Xavier dug into his trouser pocket taking out a shining gold coin. The bald man behind him coughed in shock looking closely at the glittering object

"He got the guy so mad that he actually took a swing at Tommy." You turned to Gemma. "You want to stick around for this, or maybe we take this date on the move and go for a walk?" Gemma squeezed your hand twice, which you were holding down at your sides, as she seemed to think about it. "I dunno, what were you thinking?" "There's usually a gourmet hotdog food truck parked down the block from here on Fridays," you said. "Let's grab some food." "You just want to see me with a sausage in my mouth, don't you?" Gemma smirked, making Tasha guffaw a bit and then laugh. It took Mosche a hot second to catch on to the innuendo.