Harold Hutchins Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” “I'd been able to fly a broom since I was nine. I'll simply be wasting my time in the class when I'd rather be consumed in a book.” “Good old Trisha,” Harold said with a grin. “Golden Lake's very own genius.” “There's no need for flattery,” Trisha said although she liked that they showered her with praises. Wilkes turned to look at Harold. “How about you? What do you have now?” Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open.

She turned her head to Harry and said, "How does your best friend make seriously complex things sound so easy?" He shrugged. "It's a long story." "Well, I'd like to hear it." Anderson flagged his hand at them. "Hello! I'm still here, remember?" They both ignored him, while Harry continued. "Many years ago, he was bitten by this superintelligent creature from outer space. Then his whole dumb ass brain changed into one as the creature's. Then he began to invent things man has never seen. Behold- captain underpant!" Jocelyn burst into fits of laughter, holding her stomach hard, and her teeth flashing against Andy and Harry, mouth parted.

In fact, he'd always known that Lucille was beautiful. "Lucy, even though I love your sister, I don't want you to be with random guys just to spite us," Harold said, his tone serious like he was lecturing her out of concern. Lucille looked at Harold as if he;d just told the most ridiculous joke, and she couldn't help but scoff at his self-centered attitude. "Spite you?" she questioned, narrowing her eyes. "Do you think you're that important? Go home and take a look at yourself in the mirror."

Clay nodded at my phone. “Hold your horses.” I rolled my eyes, pulling up the list. “Okay, the others in the cartoon movie were Slightly, Nibs, Chubby, and Twins.” I frowned, not liking any of those. “Ah, here we go. In Hook, there was also Ace. But that’s a no go since that’s my brother. Thud Butt is also a no. We aren’t insulting the puppies.” I shook my head. “Pockets could be cute. Don’t Ask, Too Small, Latchboy, and No Nap were the others. I don’t like those names.” I wrinkled my nose.

He shrieked loudly, “D*mn it, Harold, you just pooped your pants!” “What?!” Everyone turned toward Harold simultaneously. It was obvious! There was something disgusting leaking from Harold’s butt! Lady Wilson shouted angrily, “D*mn it, you b*stard, this sofa is imported from Italy!” Harold was equally dumbfounded. He blurted innocently, “I… I… I don’t know what happened! My stomach was hurting, and it hurt so bad, I wanted to fart, then…” Wendy asked in bewilderment, “Harold, did you breath in some of the powder when you ground the laxatives?”

I muttered as it dawned on me that someone I didn't like knew my secret. What have you gotten yourself into, Willow? *** “Willow, come help me with this. Take them to the storage room.” Tina's voice jolted me from my haze. “Everything?” “Yes. Hurry.” “Alright.” I adjusted my bag and picked up the gloves. I got the storage door to open with so much difficulty, and the scene playing out in front of me made me freeze at the door. Lucas was grunting, taking a mouthful of the girl's boobs. Hockey and cheerleading uniforms scattered around.

‘You wiped the floor with me, Harriet. Harriet chuckled, her gaze flickering between Elias and Lemuel. ‘I do aim for perfection.’ Elias checked his watch. ‘It’s near lights out time.’ ‘Hey, Elias, mind if I get a list of classes?’ Harriet said before Elias could dismiss her. ‘If I’m not on a mission, I’d like to be involved in training every day.’ Lemuel’s eyebrows shot up. ‘That’s quite the enthusiasm, Hasty Harry.’ ‘That’s Lieutenant Colonel Hasty Harry to you, Captain Slowpoke Santana.’

That’s what the Hatter said bringing me out of my horrific thoughts. I grabbed Harold and moved his body to the side. If I wanted to get out of this I had to keep my wits. I stood in front of the chair and looked up. I knew he was watching me. I eased a smile across my face letting him know I would be fine. A pint and a half wouldn't kill me as Harold was still alive even after his torture. The Hatter wanted to play psychological games then he could bring them on. I sat down and pulled the small straps that were attached activating the metal cuffs.

I stabbed my eggs again and became laser-focused on my plate when my father came down from his room. “But who are they congratulating like that?” “Him? That’s the captain of our school’s hockey team. Auntie, he’s so good, rumours have it that NHL scouts everywhere are fighting for a piece of him.” My throat suddenly felt too dry. I reached for the jar of orange juice at the centre of the table. “He’s quite handsome.” Talullah squealed. “I know, right?! I’m going to make him my boyfriend very soon—“ The jar slipped from my hand and spilled over my side of the table. By the time I jerked back, the front of my dress pants was already soaked.