Regular Show Busted Cart Novels & Stories

Anderson finishing tuning and rock’s out. “Killer,” I throw up my hands in a rock out pose and I headbang to his beat making everyone laugh. Everly joins my headbang and Anderson plays it up. His hair makes so much sense as he bangs with us, playing a metal riff. “Enough rockstar, it’s my damn turn,” Carter balls up some paper and throws it at Anderson’s head. Carter got a new skateboard and air brush paints. He look up at his Dad and I, then nodded his head in appricatation. He is not one to show off.

"Idiot. They set you up." "Tell me, who knew we cleared thirty thousand this year? Who did you tell?" Justin flinched. "Yesterday... at lunch. Uncle Buck came over for a drink. I was a little out of it. I might have said something about thirty grand from the breakfast cart. "Uncle Buck wouldn't, would he?" That uncle, I knew exactly who he was. Never held a proper job. Drank, smoked, chased women, gambled, his whole life. The older he got, the more he just stayed at the card table.

In less than five minutes, years of my life in Haryndale were laid out on the secretary's tablet. After reading it, Grandpa's expression darkened. "Make the call. It's time for Justice Corp to go under."

Theirs ended. When Bobby entered the Quickmart after work he saw the same scowling attendant who’d worked last night, Russ Givens. The one who’d “cut him a break” by giving him a Pepsi for half off after the sale. The guy Bobby must’ve mistakenly given that weird coin to.

Tim insisted, shaking his head. “And I don’t have money. If she’s not here today, I can’t pay anything. She doesn’t even know us…” “You already have,” another voice cut in. A middle-aged doctor who had just arrived stepped forward, adjusting his coat. He looked at Tim for a moment, then let out a small chuckle. “You already paid Dr. Belle,” he said simply. Tim blinked. “What…?” “With a cob of corn,” the doctor added warmly. The words landed like a shock. Tim stood completely still, eyes widening in disbelief. Slowly, he turned his head, searching the hallway, the staff, the movement around him—until his gaze finally stopped.

Franklin gave them a cunning smirk before he went inside the wheel cart with Blair. “Well, let us go Lord Gavin!” Finn yells as he pulls an uncomfortable Gavin inside the cart. “Have fun, Clara.” Those are Gavin’s last words before he sat next to Finn and their cart started moving. An empty cart stopped in front of me as the man helped me hopped inside. “Room for one more?!” A voice shouted from outside the gates. A man, around Blair and Gavin’s age perhaps, was holding a white ticket to the ferris wheel. All the carts were full and the only seat was next to me.

Justin smiled when he look at their cart. "We all need those though..." Zack replied with a tender smile while he casually pecks a kiss on Justin's temple. They were on the way to the counter when Zack stopped at another shelf. Zack picked up a box from the shelf and read the back label before tossing it in their cart to pick up another two boxes. Justin curiously picked one of the boxes Zack put inside the cart to read the label when his face suddenly torched. Justin instantly becomes embarrassed. He looked roasted red when he realized what Zack got into the cart. And just like he was burnt, he suddenly threw the box back and avoided looking at Zack when they continued to walk.

His shirt was the same colour as the navy leather, making it seem as if the bean bag itself had head and limbs. "You know..." Jeff started while Carter and I walked further into the room, signaling me to sit next to him. I did, occupying an armchair while Carter stopped at my right between me and the couch. "I was a bit surprised when this former QUEERback here called us over, but seeing you here as well makes me think he either lost his mind either ain't the real Carter." The boys chuckled, humming in agreement. "True. Carter used to hate your guts." Now I want him to rearrange them.

When Crystal realized that she was in the shopping cart, she said, “Hey, hey, stop! Are you crazy? I’m not a kid. I can’t sit in a shopping cart.” Nathan: “Don’t move. As heavy as you are, you could tip the cart!” “Are you calling me fat?” Crystal asked as she grabbed the sides of the cart and tried to climb out. Nathan held her down and said, “Don’t move. I’ll buy the cart if I have to.” “Hey! Stop!” Crystal barked. “People are watching. Could you help me out? This is embarrassing! Please... Let me out.”

I wound my arm back, aiming for the nearest window like I was about to win us entry and eternal glory. “Dude—what the hell are you doing?!” Carter hissed, eyes wide. He lunged forward, snatching the rock from my hands before I could throw. “Hey!” I protested, staggering slightly as he tossed the rock into the bushes. “You absolute dumbass.” He shook his head, pulling something small and metallic from his pocket. A pin. Of course. Carter Fisher, quarterback-slash-party king, also happened to moonlight as a wannabe criminal mastermind. He crouched at the door, tongue caught between his teeth in concentration, and within thirty seconds—click. The door swung open with an almost smug creak, Carte