Mort Bob's Burgers Novels & Stories

“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.

If he doesn’t want to sit with me, why did he invite me to have lunch with him? Heavy footsteps sound on the wood floor, and then Heather drops into the chair across from me. She seems to like making as much noise as possible wherever she goes. Maybe it’s her greeting card. Or her warning call. I’m not here to make enemies, though, so I take a deep breath and try this again. “Hi, Heather.” She looks down her nose at me. “You really cleaned Goodwill out, didn’t you?” The few others left at the table–who haven’t followed Gregory–laugh in appreciation. The faded sweatshirt was my dad’s. Yeah, it doesn’t fit, but trailing my fingers over its hem comforts me, and… and…

The yard is enormous and looks very formal. Also, a death has occurred here recently. The Russian girl had died. Her name was Alice Marylynn Roberto. She has 5 kids. They all sleep in the basement for their protection. Their father is at work. He works at A fast-food restaurant whose menu focuses on vegetarian food, and the food is fairly priced to somewhat overpriced. Recently, it has faced a lawsuit over questionable ingredients in the food. 3 days later, a man shows up at the workplace. The Russian man is sobbing as he hears about the death of his wife.

“I hate this place!” Even Six’s lips turned down in disgust as he hunted the motherfucker down. It was the worst of all of the motels. Old and dilapidated, outdated—sure, I could handle that. Disgusting, dirty, probably hadn’t been cleaned in months, and infested with bugs was too much. Why wasn’t the place shut down? “At least they shut down the restaurant. I can’t imagine how bad that place would be,” I said as I shivered in disgust. “Today’s special is our Joe’s Apartment burger, topped off with locally cultivated roaches. So local, they come from our own walls.”

Let's not continue to be underestimated by his parents, compared to his older brothers who are already successful. "Yeah, let's go!" Bobby encouraged himself. Finally, Bobi and Aldebaran decided to placemats in the graveyard, between several graves. Action! "Hey, guys! We want spicy fried chicken mukbang in the middle of the tomb. Wow! Isn't that great, guys?" Aldebaran exclaimed as he took out a packet of fried chicken and spread it on the mat. Bobi was also busy taking out bottles of soy sauce and cucumbers. Don't forget a pestle complete with a pack of various kinds of chilies.

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.

Tessa spoke excitedly. “Whatever Sarah wants, you guys enjoy. I have some business to do. Boys, I expect you to take care of the girls” Mr. Bridgeton spoke while standing up and grabbed the bundle of his cigarette making sure no one drinks it. He was definitely enjoying it, looking around like we are kids. “Romantic?” Harvey spoke but I felt Bible shaking his head in disapproval, he knew romantic movies makes me cry so he suggested a different genre. “Horror?” He spoke making my eyes wide and I gulped a huge lump inside my throat, he chuckled nervously but he played Annabelle.

Asher's POV The aroma of delicious grilled meat mixed with cheese and half-cooked eggs made me feel like drooling. Mr McCormack added a lot of tomato sauce that was slightly spicy because it was mixed with pepper and ginger. He said the sauce was his family's hereditary recipe. "Two special burgers for Mr. Asher and his girlfriend are ready. Please enjoy ...." Mr. McCormack acted like a waiter in a restaurant. He bowed and placed two burgers on the table in front of me. I immediately took my large speciality burger. Daphne couldn't contain herself at the sight of the big, tender meat and melted cheese on top of a pile of vegetables and half-cooked eggs.

An unexpected question and Moreau instinctively shook her head. Something she never really thought about was watching Abihirt's arm move like he was reaching for something under the table. "Didn't know what you'd like, so I bought you a burger." The man continued to speak, almost mumbling. It was quite demanding that Moreau raised one eyebrow high, as if she needed an image to recall something forgotten, but there wasn't a single piece of crucial information in her mind. "When did you go out for the second time to get a burger?" she asked almost without pause, while a beautiful sight never seemed to want to leave anything between them.