Regular Show Busted Cart Novels & Stories

In fact, the only thing my tiny wallet carried was the city-sponsored bus card I applied for last year. I thought about joining him on the inside. Maybe that nice owner would see me again and give me more free food. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about free handouts. But I was hungry. “No thank you, Mr. Hardin.” I answered him. He shut the door and walked inside to order his food. Before I cloud close my eyes to relax, he opening the door again. He placed two cups of coffee in the middle cup holders. Then took two small bags from under his arm and placed one in my lap.

About ten minutes later, a Benz stopped outside Century Herb Pharmacy. Travis Jensen, along with two other executives in tow, walked into the shop. The shopkeeper immediately greeted him. “Young Master, you’re here. That guest is waiting inside.” “What exactly happened?” asked Travis. “Is this guy trying to empty my Century Herb or what?” The shopkeeper answered, “Maybe he’s just playing a prank. He says there are ten billion dollars in his card, but I’ve never seen a black card like that.”

If I can get a nine or eight, then I may win this. The four others say hit again, and I do the same. I slowly lift the card and groan as I see a ten. I bust and lost ten thousand. I show my hand to Charles, feeling terrible for losing his money. “I lost.” The Dealer gathers up my chips. “It’s ok; you still have a lot of money. We’ll try again,” Charles says. “Maybe we should stop.”

"Did you forget I'm a magician?" ​I placed my hand over the topmost cart. ​[Inventory Slot: Bulk Snacks — Store] ​In a seamless blur, the entire cart vanished into thin air. A fraction of a second later, I touched the second and third carts, sweeping them clean in a matter of heartbeats. ​Daniel, who was leaning against a display of camping gear, blinked his droopy eyes, his jaw hung loose for a second. He walked over, examining the empty concrete floor where three mountain-high shopping carts had just been sitting.

That’s when I saw a shooting game with barely any line. Perfect. We headed over. Just as we arrived, a bald man threw down the plastic rifle, scowling. “This is a scam!” he barked. “You’re scamming people! How can I not pop one balloon?!” The woman beside him, gorgeous, pouty lips, with long lashes, nodded fiercely. “He’s right! This is rigged. I knew it!” The cart owner, an old man with thick glasses, let out a loud sigh. “How can you rig a shooting game, huh? Ever consider that maybe you’re just bad at it?”

Claire looked at the cart and saw that it was painted to look new but in reality, it was old and that's why the brakes weren't working well . ' ............he sure is in a difficult situation too........ ' thought Claire with a smile . She takes out her wallet and opens it then gives the man a thousand dollars . " This..........? " said the old seller confused . " This is the money for the ballon . " said Claire . " The ballon doesn't cost that much . " said the seller . " I know . You can take the rest . There must have been some problems with the cart . Take this and buy a new cart . That will save you the problems you have . " said Claire with a smile .

Another bouncer, Nick didn’t know, handed them large seltzer bottles. She pulled out the final ticket. “009355,” she said. “Shit!” Goldman shouted in disappointment while another man cheered at the bar. It was Jesse, the moonshiner. Nick could see Jesse’s bald head bebopping to the front of the stage. Jesse was handed a seltzer bottle. The sheriff laughed. “I should have known Lady Luck wasn’t going to leave Jesse out of this.” “Oh, well,” Goldman slurred. “At least we’ll enjoy the show.”

“Nothing will happen. I promise.” Grayson nodded and gave Mia a weak grin. “You did great, Grayson,” Carter told him. “I'm really impressed. The first time that happened to me, I fell off in an instant. I landed in a bush.” “A bush?” Grayson turned to look at him. Carter nodded. “A prickle bush. I was pulling prickles out of my hair for weeks.” He pretended to pull something out of his hair while making a goofy face. Grayson giggled.

She pointed at her and declared sternly, “DaraSmith, I just did a full inventory. The Carters’s medicine is indeed missing! And the missing items match exactly with what’s in your bundle! What do you have to say now?!” ***

"Trade me places. Benji, get a hand on the cart, I've got her." "Are you sure?" Garth asked. "Yes," Cole snapped. No, he wasn't, but someone had to make a decision. "Benji, you move first," Garth said. It looked as though the pony must have reared up, gone over the side of the arms extending from the cart and flipped over. She'd have taken the cart with her and somehow slid partially under a parked truck. "Is Sissy okay?" Cole asked, eyeing the cracked and mangled cart.