Printable Gumball Machine Template Novels & Stories

“Holy crap. I haven’t seen one of them in years.” India wasn’t sure what he was gawking at. “What?” “The Eight Ball Express. It’s a classic pinball machine.” He dropped her hand, staring at the machine with reverence. “Just one game.” When Colt plugged the tokens into the slot, his eyes lit up as brightly as the lights on the machine. His concentration through the cachink cachink of the metal ball, the buzzers, the trilling bells and constant flipper action was impressive. But after ten minutes, India was bored. She sighed heavily.

The machine displays a variety of colorful iced cans behind its transparent glass, offering flavors such as peppermint, lemon, strawberry, and cola. I insert a coin into the slot, select the black can – which is cola, my favorite flavor – and wait for the machine to process my order. The machine makes a rumbling noise before dispensing the can into the collection box below. I bend down to retrieve it, uncork the can, and take a refreshing drink. The chilly liquid runs down my throat, cooling my chest with satisfaction. After emptying the can, I crush it and toss it into the nearby trash basket.

“Oh. They’ve been here the whole time.” Tae Min smirked. “See?” “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just play.” Haru inserted the tokens, and the machine whirred to life. Seven basketballs rolled forward into place. “Here they are!” Haru said excitedly. “How many?” “Seven.” “Then you take four,” Tae Min said. “I’ll take three.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” Haru grinned. “You shoot first.” “Why me?” “Because you’re good at shooting things.”

"Do you want to play with the bubble machine? I’ll buy it for you. You’ve never played with one, right?" Charlie patiently went along with her to delay time. At 10:30 PM... "Candice, there’s a little train over there. Want to go for a ride?" He was holding a bubble machine in one hand and a stuffed toy in the other. He pointed at the small train with his chin. A lot of two- or three-year-olds, and toddlers just learning to walk, were holding their parents’ hands, shouting to go for a ride. Candice: "…"

, pointing towards a machine with a label on the top and the words 'Gacha' written. There was no one around the machine, it was a huge machine slumped over the wall in the corner. They went near the machine and Max was the first one to touch the interface of the machine. Some weird noises came from the machine and a light shot out from it and everyone looked at each other as they didn't know what to do. The machine started to speak, "Scan complete, Max Gunner do you wish to spin your free spin of this year?". "Yes", replied Max slowly looking back at his friends nervously.

I fasten my hand around his arm, to pull him away, but he has refused to budge. "Are you kidding me? I want to work hard for it!" He shrugs me off before digging his hands into his pocket and pulling out a five dollar bill. "Hey. What's the prize to get that elephant plushie?" He points. The lady takes the money from him and stuff it into her bra, "You must be a wizard, because it costs exactly five bucks. You have to pop exactly ten balloons with darts, you miss one? You have to start all over again. You get only ten darts at a time, and you will have to pay another three dollars to get five more darts."

I asked, frowning and leaning closer. “That,” Aaron said proudly, “is a Rube Goldberg machine. I am a three-time world champion at building machines that do simple things in the most complicated way possible.” He handed me a marble. “Put this in the pinwheel.” I did. The pinwheel spun, which blew on a balloon. The balloon tipped a bucket. The bucket dropped something that hit a ramp. That set off another ramp that hit a pulley. On and on it went—each part setting off the next.

I located mine and did the same. As Sandy sat down and fed a dollar into the slot she whispered “This is so cool”. The screen came to life revealing that the walls of the booth were indeed made of translucent plastic. The booth to the right and the left were unoccupied, but the light from our screen illuminated the shapes of chairs in the other booths.

Odell pursed his lips, "Okay." Sylvia immediately took Flint to the section with the claw machines. There was a vast array of claw machines, each of them featuring hand-knit dolls or plushies of various sizes, colors, and designs. Sylvia had never seen such exquisitely made plushies. Furthermore, there was no need for coins, every machine could be played an unlimited amount of times. The grappling hooks had not been rigged, so it was programmed in a way that it would be very plausible to grab a prize as long as they were angled correctly.

Dantzler: "That's....a wild concept. I'll take it!" [Covering the walls of the vending machine area are posters of random anime characters; Movie celebrities, TV show critics and a bunch of wanted posters.] (The three of them are seen walking down to the 7th vending machine. Juno places several coins into the slot and presses 8675*. After a long pause, it scans all three of them and drops a lemonade for Dantzler and Kimora.) Kimora: (Looking very surprised, she quickly takes the drinks handing Dantzler his and opening hers. She manages drink it in a matter of serval large gulps.) "Ok. I won't kill you after all. This hits the spot!"