Hot Dog Guy X Gumball Novels & Stories

I wasn't a fan of corn dogs but now I wanted one so bad. "Yep. Saw it while I drove down here. Damn, we haven't had those in like ten years!" "Fifteen," I grumbled. "Fifteen years." "Is that a yes?" The cheeky man teased. "How about I race you there?" "You want to do that?" I grinned, rising off the stool. "You haven't hit the gym in like ever." "I golf," He scoffed, flexing his muscles and we both laughed. Two hours and a load of corn dogs later, we made our way to our parked vehicles.

"Oh my gosh! That hotdog is massive! I'm still a virgin! Please, no! " I couldn't believe it! It was the first time I had seen a guy's hotdog in real life! "What the fck are you saying?" My hair stood on end when I felt him behind me.

he sniggers as he reaches for my hand. It takes us only a few minutes to get several kinds of hotdogs from the hotdog roller. We grab some drinks and head to a table. Andrei can’t stop grinning. He is so excited for me to try the hotdogs. “After you, my lady.” He signals for me to take the first bite.

“I have a bit of downtime, so I was thinking I could take you to lunch. You seem like you could need it.” *Elijah* “Here you go,” the Young guy at the hotdog cart says, handing me two hotdogs. “Thank you.” I turn to Nina, handing her one. “Alright, here it is.” She looks at it. “Okay... noodles and seaweed on a hotdog... do you really think I’m gonna like this?” “I know you will... I was right about Carlito’s tacos, wasn’t I?” I tell her with a smile. “Aww, the first day we met.” She says, flashing me the sweetest smile.

It was possible for us to walk to The Red Grove from there. There were people everywhere. It turned out that a lot of them had taken a ferry down the river that I didn’t know about. This meant we had to stand in line after all. Isabella didn’t mind, but I knew she would get hungry soon, and I worried that it would ruin her mood. Luckily, there was a man selling hot dogs from a cart that he was pushing down the line. I bought a hot dog and a soda for Isabella. Her parents didn’t really like when I bought her junk food, but a day like this I thought they would understand. The man was also selling red balloons to the children. Isabella said she wanted one. I tried to tell her that she would hav

Galen looks at the hot dog, then back at me, surprised. “Yup!” I tilt my head, then add, “Oh, and we’re waiting for someone else, but he seems to be running a bit late.” Galen’s eyes shift. He frowns quickly. “You don’t mean Vikrov, do you?” I take a bite of my hot dog. Moon Goddess, it’s good. I nod contentedly and take another bite. Galen seems shocked, but seems to accept what’s going to happen. Just as he’s about to take a bite of his hot dog, a large figure appears behind him and grabs the hot dog from him.

He refused to tear his eyes away from the vortex being created in the middle of the cup. Jon bit into the scumdog. The specialty of the house. Onions, eye-watering mustard, hot sauce, and some kind of Greek glop were ground together into a lumpy greyish-brown paste and dumped over a lonely hot dog. It needed to be eaten fast as the concoction had a tendency to dissolve the bun into a sticky blob. The mixture sounded disgusting, but damn it tasted good. Hurt going out the end, though, especially after about five or six of them.

"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?"

Just a guy casually buying a street hotdog with literal pocket lint and a woman haggling over a designer purse like it was a bag of rice. Was I the only one freaking out?