Mort From Bob's Burgers Novels & Stories

Had her parents been playing hide and seek with Uncle Bob, and now he couldn’t find them anymore? “Your parents… they died in an accident,” Bob continued, each word scaring little Kate. “They were coming back from your favorite dessert store. They’d gone to get your cake. And then—” his voice faltered, “a car… it came out of nowhere and collided with…” Bob couldn't finish his words. His throat closed up as tears streamed down his face. He looked down at Kate, who was now shedding big, fat tears; a wail tore from her chest.

Usually when it got dark, the sign would light up and the burger would be illuminated by neon lights. True to their words, they served really amazing and finger–licking burgers with coffee as well. Their burgers were indeed superior and they were patronised by most employees in the vicinity. She was quite familiar with the owner, Sebastian Novak, a very nice man who seemed to have been quite the charmer back in the day.

And then, she dug into the food, and ate without a care in the world. They had barely eaten for two minutes before Bob rushed into the dining area with a small tablet in his hands. “Big boss, there’s a very big problem and we might be in grave danger right now.” Bob said all in one breath.

Damon’s people wouldn't just be watching; they would be hovering like vultures. I nodded slowly, forcing a tight, artificial smile. "Fine. Lead the way." An hour later, I found myself on the second floor of a McDonald’s, tucked into a corner booth. Eugene Whitmore, a man worth billions, was staring at a Big Mac as if it were a strange biological specimen from another planet. "I forgot you young ones have such a strange dislike toward healthy food," he sighed, poking a french fry with a look of mild distaste. Ezra, on the other hand, was silently and efficiently demolishing a Double Quarter Pounder. I shrugged, unwrapping my own burger. "I’m sure they can make you a Caesar salad if you ask, M

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. ***

"Madam Betty, please give us two of your signature beef burgers." "No." Jefferson gave Adrienne a fierce look. He knew that she would have a hard time eating meat after coming out of the dissection room. Why would she order a beef burger? Was she dumb? "Madam Betty, please give us one beef burger and one veggie burger." "Why are you glaring at me? I want a beef burger." Adrienne had already forgotten about all the corpses she was working on earlier. Her mind was full of thoughts of her grandfather. She wanted to sit there, at his favorite seat, and eat his favorite burger. She was hoping that when Hodge looked down from heaven, he would know that she was missing her, and that he would visit

We have spent the whole day glued to the TV. I am sure many people all over Estermond are doing the exact same. Mother Addison’s murdered is an unprecedented event in this nation. Never before have the Eels had so much power. Roberta Jordan came over to watch the news with us, no one feels like being alone right now, there is too much uncertainty and a sense of danger in the air. I go downstairs to make us some tea to calm our nerves when all of a sudden the doorbell rings. When I open the door I find two men with brown overalls with the initials M.E. embroidered on the left front pocket.

As she crossed the marble-floored corridor leading to the service wing, a voice broke through the hum of distant conversations. "Hey. New here, right?" She glanced up to see a man leaning casually against a supply cart, eyes curious beneath the brim of his cap. "Yeah," she replied, quickening her pace but offering a faint smile. “How long have you been here?" "Four years," he said, falling into step beside her. "I’m Bob—one of Blackwood’s truck drivers. Been around since before Adrian took over. His dad... tough man. Feared by pretty much everyone, unstoppable in business.” Bob kicked a loose pebble across the polished floor, his smile tilting at one corner. “Adrian’s determined to keep that

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.”

"Well... you're not going to bail on me again, are ya?" Lucas furrowed a brow in surprise. "What about school? Your internship?" Bobby's eyes welled up with tears. "We'll figure it out." Lucas gave a sad sigh. He just couldn't believe that she wouldn't be around anymore. Bobby's parents had died in a car crash when he was only a three-year-old toddler. His grandmother was the only family he had ever known. He had contacted Lucas the night before, informing him that he was back in town. Mrs. Roberts had been rushed into the intensive care unit earlier this week. A cardiac arrest. Her cardiologist had said that there was nothing more they could do for her; nothing but run out the clock.