Jigsaw Billy Puppet Novels & Stories

It's late afternoon when my brother Billie walks into my room carrying something behind his back. He has a smirk on his face and says, "Guess what I have for you?" Shrugging my shoulders, I ask excitedly "What?" Pulling it from behind his back, he shows me the doll cradled in his arms. Now this isn't just any doll, it's a Charlie McCarthy ventriloquist doll. If you don't know what that is, you need to get your head out of the your butt and look it up.

I ask. Billy smiles as he walks to a lamppost and looks around. I walk toward him, and he runs his fingers over the metal. I gasp as the whole pole twists and reveals a lit staircase, “This is the entrance?” I gape, looking at the magical hole that appeared.

he asked. “Here,” she said while giving him some tokens. Billy effortlessly collected a stuffed toy from the claw machine. “Here, take this,” he said. “It’s mine? But you won this?” she said. “No. I am old enough to collect stuffed toys,” he said. “You’re a good boy. I’ll take this,” she said. Billy’s gesture made her feel a little better. “Tell me which one do you want me to play for you,” he asked.

Daniel gently stroked Jenny's face that had lost most of its blood. It was not until Jenny sobbed and begged for forgiveness that Daniel took his hand off the remote. "Okay, it's only level 2, it's pretty strong." As if to identify Jenny's tears, he rubbed the corner of Jenny's wet eye with the tip of his finger. Daniel showed a charming smile at her, "Don't think you can take it out, this is all designed by those professionals, the peculiarity of this oversized toy is that it will get stuck in the middle, If you try to pull it out, the colon will crack. If you can't stand it anymore, then come here to find me, this is my home address."

He ought to be a grandpa. His brown teeth and the odour coming from his body irritates me the most but I have to follow the game if I don't want to be discovered. I wrapped my hand around his neck and whispered in his ear, "Tell them to excuse us, I have a surprise for you". He grinned and signaled to his gang to move far away. They quickly obeyed him without thorough thinking. They moved about fifteen miles backwards and continue their smoking. I smiled at him and we both entered far into a nearby bush. I told him to pull off all his clothes and he did so. I also pretended to off mine too, then I grabbed the rope holding my robe and tied it around his neck while he chokes.

"Oh, my sweet girl! I missed you so much!" Jasper giggled as I squished him in a hug. "Phoebe! I sneaked out! I was a ninja!" I gasped. "No way! Tell me everything!" Billy and Grandma came out. Grandma put her hands on her heart. "Oh, thank goodness! You’re all okay!" Billy shuffled over, looking shy. "You’re really back?" he asked quietly. Jasper grinned. "Yep! And I was so brave! The bad guy didn’t even see me escape!"

Entering the living room, he stops, baffled. The room is decorated using what looks like every colourful accessory on Earth. There are balloons everywhere. The large table is filled with all manner of food and a huge Lego box. Alistair watches as Sophie excitedly sits herself on the couch, looking around in amazement. She's never had a surprise party before, and Alistair can tell how happy it made her. "Can we start building now?" she asks Varisa excitedly. “YES! Let’s make the biggest, most magnificent castle ever!” She pulls up a chair next to Sophie and opens the box.

Girard informed his nephew alas he was busy in something else. Billy poke his finger on the balloon cake while his uncle's words went from the top of his head, "It's my birthfaee (birthday)?" Billy repeated with a small slur making Girard and his grandpa chuckle together. "Gia, this... Thisss..." Billy chittered as the next moment what he does is— pull out the balloon cake and let it float before finding its place on the floor.

"You can take some rest now. We can talk about it tomorrow." He motioned her that she can leave while Giselle did not know if she should be worried or what. *.... Giselle stared at the goat standing on the other side of the barrier. It's name was billy and it was the worlds smallest goat. Today she came to the carnival with Bella and her mother but she somehow got lost. Now standing there with teary eyes, she looked at the goat that appeared as miserable as her. She lifted her hand to touch the goat but billy moved it's head back and then bit her hand.

It was as if each gesture, each smile, was a gentle tug on something fragile within me, easing the ache that I hadn’t known was so strong. A couple with a tiny pup caught my eye—a baby, no more than a few weeks old. I couldn't help but stop, transfixed. The little one had that fresh innocence that made my chest ache. "Look at you," I murmured to myself, imagining for a brief moment what it might feel like to cradle something so pure, so new. Just then, Billie nudged me, grinning mischievously. "I bet you'll be juggling a whole litter of pups with Zephry one day," she teased, a playful glint in her eye.