Minion Jokes Novels & Stories

Minion 2 cackled like the evil witch she was. "I am beautiful, more beautiful than you all with your ass stuck in the air, idiots." If only I could voice out my thoughts but I did not want to create problems for Elijah. This was the Howling pack, not his palace. Minion 3 pulled me around, "Is this even a dress? This pathetic excuse of a cloth." She tugged at my dress and I feared it would tear. I looked around one more time for help but no one except Emily and her minions were in sight.

My friends, meanwhile, ate their food quietly, as I had instructed. “And... Ray is a good friend. She even gave me her gloves when my hands were frigid,” Mini said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. I hummed in agreement, savoring the flavors of the meal. “She? You said Ray is a boy,” Aiden interjected, a hint of confusion in his voice. I gave a knowing smile, realizing that Mini had told everyone Ray was a boy for fun. Brat. “Yeah... sorry, my mistake,” Mini said with a shrug, her grin mischievous as she enjoyed the little prank.

“Hey, no brooding. This is an adventure, not a prison sentence. Let me distract you.” She turned to him, her expression wary. “What are you going to do? Tell me one of your terrible jokes?” “You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But yes. Absolutely.” He cleared his throat, adopting a serious tone. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Riele blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts.” The joke was terrible. Absolutely awful. But Riele burst into laughter anyway, the tension in her chest breaking apart with each giggle. Jay grinned, triumphant, as if her joy were his greatest victory.

and I found myself fumbling for another smoke from the desk drawer. "You did not just say that to me, even though I shouldn't be surprised, you're such an ignoramus. You of all people endorsing matrimony-that's the most hilarious thing I've heard all year coming from your mouth, or should I say. your idiot ass." My cousin laughed some more at my expense. "Just because my marriage was an immense cock up doesn't mean yours will be, I."" "We've definitely reached the end of this conversation, Ivan. I'm hanging up on you now." I could still hear him laughing when I pulled the receiver away from my car.

“You know, Ruby, we learned a joke yesterday. Want to hear it?” I nod eagerly, intrigued by the joke that has captured their attention. “Alright,” Ethan begins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why don’t grumpy people like corn on the cob?” Playing along, I pretend to ponder the question. “Hmm, I’m not sure. Why don’t they?” “Because they think it’s ‘a-maize-ing’ that anyone could be happy!” Ethan bursts into laughter, and soon, the infectious giggles spread throughout the room.

My Mini-me already had a completely organized schedule, and I was impressed. "I'm so proud of you, Mini-me!" I hugged her. "Actually, I'm also really proud of my two little projects, my Little Key and my tagalong, two troublemakers who each snagged themselves quite a man, let me tell you!" I teased just to see what Hannah would say, I couldn't stand the curiosity anymore. "Oh, my detective is amazing, my hot Greek god! Better every day. Ah, I want to go home to see my detective." Manu made us laugh.

DOES HE NOT KNOW THAT THE QUEEN IS GOING TO SMASH YOU LIKE THE DUST UNDER HER FEET? Yes_you_suck EXCUSE ME, OUR CHLOE IS NOT THAT DUST, SHE IS THAT ANNOYING CHEWING GUM WHICH STICKS AND REFUSES TO GIVE UP, NO MATTER WHAT! Noah's_wifey WOW, MADE ME FEEL SO MUCH BETTER. Yes_you_suck ANYTIME, GIRLFRIEND. Will_the_devil CHLOE, I AM SERIOUS. YOU SEEM THE MOST SENSIBLE OUT OF ALL OF THESE JOKERS.

I facepalm internally. “I’m sorry, I just… I… Can I leave? I’ll come another time to— I’ll go get new ones…” I stammer. “No. Clean up this mess immediately.” “But sir—“ “What have I told you about buts, Minnie Mouse?” Ah yes, the only form of humor Scott has is calling me that nickname. Other than that, he is as cold as ice and very inconsiderate. “I’ll clean it right away.” Minutes later, I'm cleaning up his office while he and this woman switch positions every five minutes.

Noah's voice pulled me back to reality. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about something." "I know you're under a lot of pressure right now, especially with everything going on at home," he said with concern. "Honestly, when I heard about your situation, I really wanted to help you. We've been classmates for so many years, after all." I looked at his "sincere" expression and sneered inwardly. Noah lowered his voice. "I know a quick way to make money. It's nothing illegal. Just a little risky."

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my