Mort From Bob's Burgers Novels & Stories

They typically checked in by now, especially on a Thursday. The silence pressed down on me, so I grabbed the remote and the half-empty bag of popcorn from the kitchen counter. I needed something to entertain myself. The TV flickered to life in the middle of a broadcast. "—BUSINESS MOGUL MAX ASHFORD MORETTI FOUND DEAD IN AN ITALIAN VILLA—" The popcorn bag slipped from my grip. "—SUICIDE NOTE CONFESSES TO DECADES-OLD DOUBLE MURDER." Air caught in my lungs.

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.

I asked again and she then answered, "Arsen.. And your dad, they didn't return home last night. Their cellphones aren't going through either. Your mom is on her way to London for her business meeting and I don't want to distract her.." "No, it's okay. I'll handle it myself, I--" I was barely done with my sentence when the chief cook ran into the room. "Ma'am, ma'am, there's an emergency, ma'am! Oh Good Lord, have mercy!" She kept chanting and I got off my bed, more than alert now. "Out with it, Margaret. Tell me what's wrong." I told her and she took a deep breath to perhaps calm herself, before answering, "The back doors are broken and our top security men have been killed. Nothing's stolen

He glanced at his watch and then turned to us. “Anybody up for a burger and some milkshakes? My treat.” “Leo had a hamburger yesterday, but I’m game,” I said. “Mom, seriously, I could survive on cheeseburgers. And milkshakes. Yes, please.”Awesome,” Jaxon said, turning left at the next street. A few minutes later, we were parked at The Burger and Shake Place. The place hadn’t been here fifteen years ago. The sign had a big cartoon man who held a passing resemblance to Homer Simpson, shoving a burger into his mouth and dousing his head with a milkshake. “Charming,” I said, eyeing the goofy sign. “Yeah. It’s their thing,” Jaxon said. “But the food’s great. Come on.” As we walked in, Jaxon's pho

“When I arrived, I disgusted you. But you seemed to have gotten over that now.” Bob rolled his eyes, but then he shrugged. “Maybe you grew on me,” he said. Before she had the chance to say anything more, Bob shot to his feet. There was something wrong; the food he was holding fell to the ground and splattered across the rug. She shot to her feet too, startled by his sudden movements.

++++++++++++ Story 2: Deadman Walking I’m just going to share this story here but this isn't the first time I've told it. This story has many versions and this one is partially what I that I heard from my older brother, but I was also aware of it too. It happened way back in 2010 in a burger stand in ________ city. I am from that same city and the place that I mentioned was close to our house. So our story goes like this… “May I purchase four burgers? And please deliver it to the other side of the road, near the funeral parlor. I’ll just pay for it there,” said the parishioner.

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

Two days later . . . Aaron had given the members of BAAM a week to give him a decision on the FRB heist. Margo had a few friends in Tampa, but no family. It wouldn’t be that big of a hardship for her to leave the state. But never seeing or talking to Bobbi again pained her. They had shared a lot of good times. She had also shared some good times with Anthony and Aaron, but not like she did with Bobbi. They had girl talked about men and the latest fashions. Being friends with Bobbi had made Margo’s life less lonely. If they did the job and pulled it off, she would have all the money she would ever need, but she’d be alone.

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.

“Do they serve triple cheese burgers?” Cole’s blue eyes expanded, as if I just mumbled that the earth is flat. His reaction made me laugh. “Never took you for a real food kind of girl, Bobbie.” “Thank you, I guess.” We both laughed lightly. The awkward feeling of meeting a stranger now gone, just like that. Motioning for one server, he said ‘two of the usual’, whatever that means, but the girl understood and soon came back with our food. “That was fast.”