Mort Bob's Burgers Novels & Stories

Robert watched his private investigator devour his lunch; two extra large burgers and a bottle of coke. He munched on the burger like a man who hadn’t eaten in days, groaning in pleasure at the sweet taste of the beef. He had called Robert earlier in the day to inform him that he found what he’s been seeking. When Robert decided he was tired of watching the disturbing show in front of him, he cleared his throat lousily causing the man to, after five minutes, take his eyes off his food. Robert only rolled his eyes, sipping from his glass of cocktail. “What is the name?” he asked impatiently.

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.”

She called out toward the kitchen, "One cheeseburger!" Her mom's voice came from the kitchen, "We're out of beef!" Chandler's expression changed abruptly upon hearing her voice. He immediately looked at the business license in front of the cashier. The names "Conner and Alina Sage" were written as the proprietors. Upon hearing her mom's voice, Robin walked to Chandler apologetically. "Mr. Weiss, we're out of beef. If you don't mind, would you like to try the mushroom burger my mother makes? It's delicious."

Victor managed to go with his father, and Billy, to a nearby restaurant that serves burger as their signature dish, and bothering no menu they straightly ordered 3 same burgers as for their lunch. Tommy’s voice broke the silence that covered their lunch, “Victor, I miss my hometown.” “And that’s on…?” Victor didn’t pay attention to his father’s saying, and actually all things, that he just focused himself on the burger that’s just half more way to go. “Let’s go to Rhode Island, young man.” “I need to manage my bakery shop. It’s closed for 2 days-“

He told Cooper. "Those does sound delicious. I bet the tomatoes are juicy." Cooper said. The waiter tried to hide his smile. "And for you, ma'am?" "Chopped Iceberg Wedge (No Blue Cheese) and cheese burger, no onions." I told him. "Would you like our spicy cheese and pineapple added?" "Hmm, sure." He nod, then looked over at Jasper and gasped. "Jasper Morgan?" "In real life." Jasper replied. "My father talks about you like you're his own son." He said.

"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.

“Yes. Dick Boyd was very active in the church, and he was incredibly concerned when I told him about what was happening. He helped me organize a demonstration and even brought in Pete Graham, who convinced the boosters and the PTA to join us. We were successful, at least in getting that awful show off the air, but it only seemed to spur Roberts on. He took his show on the road, so to speak. At the drive-in theater, with no cameras around, it seemed he felt obliged to indulge every obscene whim.” My mind went back to that night. To Nancy’s stare from the back seat of my cousin’s car. To Boris’s voice in the darkness behind the stage. “You’ve seen these shows?” I asked. “I didn’t need to,” he

Because of my other job over at May's bar, which pays much more than this one, I had to be careful not to step on managements feet. "Alright guys. Got the double bacon burger, hold the cheese. The country friend steak and potatoes. The prime rib with green beans, and for you sir, the cobb salad, extra egg." I say as I drop each plate off on the four construction men that have come in this morning.

The Copeland was the number restaurant business locally and ever-expanding worldwide. But life will never be the same. The wedding all had been expecting was abruptly called off after a promised business deal went bust! It all started three years ago when the Morton family and the Hubbards had a bad falling out over a business deal. The Hubbards had agreed to sell their new invention to the Morton's Restaurant business. But the Hubbards decided not to sell the design to Morton out of greed; instead, Mr. Hubbard sold it to Morton's number-one competitors.