Mort Bob's Burgers Novels & Stories

I asked again and she then answered, "Arsen.. And your dad, they didn't return home last night. Their cellphones aren't going through either. Your mom is on her way to London for her business meeting and I don't want to distract her.." "No, it's okay. I'll handle it myself, I--" I was barely done with my sentence when the chief cook ran into the room. "Ma'am, ma'am, there's an emergency, ma'am! Oh Good Lord, have mercy!" She kept chanting and I got off my bed, more than alert now. "Out with it, Margaret. Tell me what's wrong." I told her and she took a deep breath to perhaps calm herself, before answering, "The back doors are broken and our top security men have been killed. Nothing's stolen

The two ordered burger and fries, Morana really liked the burger but it was the fries and ketchup that really blew her mind, she had wanted nothing more than to continue licking the red paste, but Cameron had threatened her with not getting ice cream anymore if she would stop licking it. The thought of not taking the frozen sweetness immediately put a stop to her craving for the ketchup, though she made a mental note to ask Brandon to buy it when she got home. When they stopped at the ice cream store, Morana was bouncing with eagerness, “what would the young lady want today?” a short old man with a mustache and almost completely gray hair smiled warmly at her from behind the counter.

His expression showed anger and despondency. Boris is tall, very tall. His body was very muscular, with tattoos all over his body and an ethereal posture. I couldn't deny that he was a handsome and attractive man. His hair was dark, slicked back. Dark brown eyes, almost black. A thinning beard, making his features even more mature. The look the mobster had on me didn't please me. It only made me even more afraid. My mother looks at me and gestures with her hand. She wants me to say something.

“If I became a boss, who would make burritos for you?” “Oh—right!” The River God was convinced instantly and tugged on Jake’s sleeve, acting cute. “Boss, please let Jessica go back to her shop! I really wanted to eat those sizzling, fragrant burritos again!” At some point, all the ghosts who had tasted my burritos appeared. They stared at Jake with drooling mouths and pitiful eyes. “Boss, we want burritos too.” “We hadn’t had any for days. We missed them so much we can’t sleep, and we can’t even focus during work.”

“Are you serious?” I take the cherry out of my drink and suck it into my mouth. Once I swallow the cherry, I put the stem into my mouth, part it slightly, and tie the stem with my tongue. I place the tied stem in front of him. “Absolutely.” He rubs the back of his neck before he leans in close. “I will tell you. I know a Bob. People say that he is eccentric and lives on the outskirts of town. He is crazy and always muttering things that no one understands.” I nodded to encourage him to continue. “Go east past the old, rundown mill. His house is before you get to the abandoned general store.”

I try to get up from the table, but the mobster stops me. “I need you in this business, love—espabilo—, Erick, I need you to arm some bombs for Gian Lucas's whorehouse; love, you will be my bait, I need you to seduce the new boss in charge of the place. Italian asshole stole my merchandise and I want it back.” He wants to bring down the night club with them inside. Damn son of a bitch! ********

"Alright. Let's blow this joint. Sugar momma led the way. *** We sped down the highway, rapping along with "2 of Amerika's Most Wanted" by 2pac on the stereo. Eden took a break from making flirty eyes at my brother to direct us down a desolate road to what looked like a hole-in-the-wall pub on the side of the road. The D in neon sign Road Dog flickered on and off. Well, if this isn't creepy. "They have the best burgers, music, and don't ID." Eden screeched, swinging open the front passenger door and forgetting her jacket.

A few minutes later, he returned with a tray carrying two burgers, a pile of fries, and two milkshakes. “They have the best burgers in New York City,” he said, sliding one of the plates in front of me. “Too bad I won’t be eating it.” He blinked. “What?” “It’s late, and this,” I gestured to the burger, “is unhealthy. I’m not ruining my night for a food coma.” Nate leaned back, a teasing grin on his face. “Unhealthy? El, it’s one burger. One bite won’t kill you.” I crossed my arms. “Pass.”

They saw Joe and the two handsome doctors eating casually and didn't suspect a thing. "Nothing suspicious here," Tom noted. "Yeah. How about we head to the morgue?" Bob suggested. "The morgue? Hahaha! I served the public specifically to avoid dealing with corpses! Your idea is terrible," Tom replied. "We just need to check for neck wounds, Tom! If you're finished with lunch, let’s go," Bob said, walking straight toward the morgue. ***

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. I'm hungry. Let's hit Stewart's." At the mention of the place, her laugh fades a little. Her brows crinkles in concern. "Stewart's? You sure?" What is it not to be sure about? "Of course," I confirm, adding a nod in the end. "It's been so long since the last time I had their greasy burger and milkshake." The figurative baby dinosaur roars again. "Oh my God, stop doing that!" Mo exclaims, her head is going back and forth, checking around if any other people has heard the sound.