Mort From Bob's Burgers Novels & Stories

I removed my head from Noah’s shoulder and sat straight up. “What?” I snatched the remote from Noah’s hand and turned up the volume. “Head Wolf Antoine Boucher announced this morning that Bob has taken the deceased Louis Beaumont’s seat on the Werewolf Council,” the newscaster continued. “The news comes just days after Bob was found innocent of the murder of the accountant John Brown on the grounds of self-defense. Sources close to the Council and the Beaumonts say that Bob has received the Beaumonts’ full support in this political pursuit…”

"Yes, Boss. I will arrange for her to be hospitalized as soon as possible." "Well, deduct all expenses from the company's charity fund." "Understood!" After Bob finished reporting on business, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he stood in front of the hospital bed hesitating to speak. "What else?" "Boss, there is indeed one more thing. It's about Odgen." "My father?" Lambert looked up in surprise. His expression was somewhat curious. What could make Bob so hesitant must not be a good thing. Bob hesitated for a moment and then told Lambert the news he had received recently, which drew a very strange look from Lambert.

He replied with a raised brow, he then inhaled. “Did you kill that feeders’ bar owner?” I asked; my voice was shaking so does my hands trembling. “I will never do that” He scoffed. “Bullshit” I raised my voice angrily. At the time I still can’t believe that Mr. Robert was found dead around the feeders' bar area this morning, and that is a really strange coincidence taking into account the fact that Levi and I were just there the other night.

Bob cursed as he quickly dialed the emergency line. “ Stay with me, stay with me Mr Adam” Bob said to the man who was trying to say something but could only let out a choked gurgle. Bob looked away and did everything he could to not retch. The sight was simply horrific! However, Just as Bob was dialing the emergency number, he suddenly heard a sound that he wasn't expecting to hear at the moment. “ WHEEE-OOO! WHEEE-OOO!! WHEEE-OOO!!!"

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

Margot leaned forward, a look of amusement on her face. "Don't worry, Bob," she says to the man. "It's okay." The man, Bob, turned to Margot, clearly confused. "But, he just took my drink," he said. "I'll get you a new one" She grinned, waving the bartender over. "You know what?" She looked back at him, "Why don't you excuse us for a moment?" "What?" Bob replied in surprise. "Are you really going to ditch me for this dude?" Margot still kept her amused expression though I could sense a hint of annoyance in her voice.

The extent of his burns had rendered him almost unrecognizable. The following day, a news article emerged. It was titled, "Newgate Corporation's Boss Found Dead in a Restaurant Fire." In the afternoon, when Mr. Walter's family arrived to claim his body, they were informed he had already been cremated. Upon learning about this, his family made a scene at the restaurant. The restaurant manager explained that due to the severe burns that had left Mr. Walter's body beyond recognition, he had taken the initiative to proceed with cremation. Mr. Walter's wife threatened to sue the restaurant.

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.”

"I have wonderful news!" I squirted a thick glob of mustard and mayo onto the slice of buttered bread. As I carefully spread the condiments across the bread, creating a disgusting mixture of pale yellow slop, I could hear Bates happily saunter into the kitchen. "Guess what I just found out?" He peered over my shoulder, watching as I added slices of cooked beef and raw tomatoes to the sandwich. His arms curled around my waist, a pleased hum crooning from his chest. "Just found out that Tomoro is dead."

"Bob, come pick this up! this will be your new weapon" Bob gets near but turns pale like a ghost He stutters while pointing behind me. A big man with one arm chopped off and his entrails scattered on the ground lies on the ground liveless. Something on his face unsettles me, is it his expression? It can't be, I've seen my share of pain and guts today and I'm unmoved. As I get closer I finally understand Bob's reaction, he was the big guy on Rudd's crew.