Mort Bob's Burgers Novels & Stories

“Let’s go. I’m feeling for some beef burgers.” ****** I got the beef burgers from his favourite restaurant, made especially for him by a Michelin starred chef, whose daughter is one of his biggest fans, and we were having them at the back of the van as it moved steadily towards the B.A.D. HQ. “This is the first time I’ve seen a quadruple-deck, without buns and veg,” said I, staring in awe as the superstar took another big bite. As he chewed, he noticed me watching, and, in a swift motion, bumped my hand upwards.

As Uncle Mateo owned the burger joint, I could have just gone upstairs to our apartment; he wouldn’t have cared. I stood there waiting for the usual smirk of disgust to appear on Jackson’s face at the sight of me, but to my surprise, it wasn’t there today. “I’ll have my usual, the Smokehouse Burger. Make it double today, and add grilled onions, tomato, and double bacon. In the combo with the curly fries and my usual coffee, black, two sugars, thank you, Daisy.” Jackson said in a way quite different from how any of them ever spoke to me. “Sure, no problem eating in today with your brother and your unit?” I asked.

he says, grinning. “Men, can we go?” I tease. Their eyes sweep me over. Brandon says, “You look good.” “I know,” I reply with a smile. We drive to McCurvy’s, the best burger spot in town. Memories rush back of my off-days here—Singapore noodles, fish burgers, Wi-Fi, and people from all walks of life. Inside, I notice renovations. Likely new ownership. We take a corner booth. “What will you have, Princess?” Brandon asks.

"Uh-oh." Jen looked back at her pleadingly as if begging her not to say anything. Kerry was too shocked to do anything more than stand there at a loss. The two elderly people made their way up the steps with a little baggie from the diner. "We decided to sneak you one of those pastry things you like from the diner. The boy still hard at work?" Gramps grinned at her before he got a good look at who was standing there on her steps, and his whole demeanor changed.

They nodded and went back to watching the movie. I immediately stepped out and went to my room, then called one of my men to order the food my family wanted. After three rings, Botyok answered. “Hello, Boss!” he said. “Hello, Botyok. Please order a burger, pizza, and a jumbo hotdog with cheese for my family,” I said. “How many, Boss?” he asked. I paused to think. “You decide, Botyok. If you want to order extra, go ahead so you and the others can eat too,” I replied.

We were taking to the family carnival happening in town, Corey took us around the food courts and whatever we had a little fed to munory. I wanted to go on a ride when he got a distressing phonecall to go, he had to leave to abruptly, asking me and our son to wait for him. We were at the court and everyone there had their partners with them. While mine had gone off to god knows where. I kept on waiting for him, when a lady stepped forward and asked me to purchase her lolipop for my child.. munory is just a few months old and he hasn't yet started eating such.

Like zooming in on a photo to see its ugly details, we are going to find out about the life of Bob and Collin, a father and son who look as if they are just some other customers having family time. Collin, a 9-year-old with teeth yet to grow completely, was having a burger in a rather messy way to end up leaving a stain made of ketchup on his t-shirt. Bob, his father had his gaze stuck on Collin adorably eating the burger. He looked content watching that sight, even with a stomach empty since a time that was enough to have him starving by now. Colin swallowed a bit intensely like he had something to say. "Dad, are those men still coming for you? Then I will better hurry up and finish it," Li

“His name’s Maurice, Father Ward. Maurice Leck. Moe for short. He’s shadowing me today, visiting All Saints. Might transfer here next year.” Father Ward glanced at the speaker, sitting next to “Moe.” Bobby Mavis’ parents Eileen and Lee had been no account white trash who’d also run a bargain-rate meth operation from their trailer in the Commons Trailer Park. One day while Bobby was in school, their ramshackle little meth lab exploded. The incident caused enough of a stir to warrant a brief mention on the national news.

“She does and you’d better stay in her good graces. I’d hate to be on her bad side.” “Noted and totally intend to.” He grabbed up the burger and attacked it with gusto, that first bite getting the signature happy moan that only John’s burgers could manifest. The moan was coming whether you wanted it to or not. That’s just how damn good his burgers were. Case in point as the same moan escaped me as I took my first bite. You just could not contain the appreciation and the enjoyment.

“The selections have been made.” Anxiety twists its way through me, its sharp claws squeezing my insides tight. Somehow, the gym becomes even more silent. In the spaces between the headmaster’s words, it’s like we’re in a massive tomb. “For Seed,” he says, “Henry Roba.” Applause is scattered. No one seems too excited about the announcement. Henry ducks his head and smiles shyly. “For Acorn, Melvin Silva.” More polite applause. The knot in my stomach tightens a little more. Six new kids. Five tiers. Does that mean two of us will be in the same tier?