Jeff Dunham Character Peanut Novels & Stories

“Eat some of these. They’re good for brain development. “Eat more, and stop whining and annoying me,” she muttered under her breath. Zachary blinked, appearing to be completely oblivious to what peanuts were. He immediately tried stuffing them into his mouth, shell and all. Guinevere frowned. She had no choice but to peel them and hand them to him patiently. Zachary, a glutton by nature, loved to try out new things, and he swallowed all of them in two mouthfuls. A few minutes later, he began to act a little strange.

I could hear the clinging sounds of utensils and this made me quite curious to know who was that… I walked towards the kitchen and found something extremely funny and cute…. Inside the kitchen was a shirtless Damian wearing a pink apron around his neck while the strings were tied at the back… I covered my mouth to hold back my laughter as I Watched him do his thing.. He looked so cute and handsome like those k-pop artists.. “Morning, Luv….like what you see?” He suddenly spoke and I immediately cleared my throat before walking towards the dining table and took a seat… “What's for breakfast?” I ignored his greetings.. “I'm fine and you too..” Damian sarcastically spoke as he placed a plate of

I swear to God, I am Cupid struck. He drives in the rain, the windscreen moving up and down, cleaning the drops of water off his window. He makes all the right turns, driving in silence towards my destination. He stops in front of my house. " Well, I guess this is where we part, peanut!" "Why do you call me Peanut?" "Do I need a reason?" I nod, smiling out my skeleton. "Okay, since you demand a reason… UMM...you are cute and can fit into my pocket if I choose to steal you."

I was just happy DJ was laughing at whatever he was watching on his device. “How dare you put your fingers in my mouth? And how dare you feed me peanuts? What if I was allergic?" I raved, angry at the big, stupid man. “I'm sorry, but you were the one drooling at me while I ate. I thought you wanted some but was a little too shy to ask.” “Lucas, can I get some of your peanuts?” DJ's little voice asked. I turned to see him removing his headphones. Before I could say anything, Lucas' hand flew across my face, handing my son the peanuts.