Regular Show Busted Cart Novels & Stories

Even after three minutes had passed, the door remained firmly shut. I kept counting until the 208th second before it finally opened. When I saw Keith Moore, Ms. Ross' assistant, stepping out with a serious expression, I smirked. The judge was in session. "Ms. Ross would like to see you, Mr. Carter." Nodding, I picked up my voice recorder and the documents I'd compiled for my bonus application before heading into the office. It was my second time standing in Mr. Hurst's office today. I stood in the same spot I had stood that morning. The sunlight behind me still cast a streak across my back. The only difference was seeing Ms. Ross, not Mr. Hurst, seated before me now.

my subconscious berated. I cringed feeling like a pervert. “I won’t be long… I am so grateful Sir” she chirped. Sure…rub it in gambina! Another small shy smile and she raced off as if afraid I would change my mind. I looked in bewilderment at the cart, wondering..What the fuck just happened????? I held onto it, giving it a disdainful once over. The wheels were rickety, rust over most of the metal not covered by the tarp and worn faded rope secured it.

“It was ring toss.” “A sacred contest.” “According to whom?” “Me.” “That does not make it sacred.” “It does to me.” We stopped at a cider cart long enough for me to buy a paper cup dusted with cinnamon. Brax bought a skewer piled with enough meat to qualify as a structural hazard. He took one bite and pointed toward the next game. The strength tower rose above the surrounding booths, painted with climbing silver moons. A crescent-shaped bell hung at the top, and a heavy wooden mallet rested beside the platform.

"Good morning Sir. Your Samsung UN24H4500 24-Inch 720p Smart LED TV cost fifty thousand. Would you pay it by cash or card?" "I only have here a card." Basil gets his wallet and gave his card to her. "Please wait for a moment, Sir." She started scanning his card but her forehead knotted seeing It was empty. "Sir there's nothing in your card. It's empty." "What?" "It's empty, Sir, have a take look." She grabbed the scanner and swipe again his card for him to see that was really empty. "Fuck," he whispered in confused. Ring! Ring! Basil immediately gets his phone when it suddenly rings. It was coming from an unknown number he doesn't know.

The only way to stop this chaos was by calling one of the club's bouncers, who swiftly intervened to separate Luna and Taylor. Luna struggled as one burly bouncer held onto her, while Taylor appeared weak, her appearance disheveled due to Luna's outburst. Even standing seemed to make Taylor's legs tremble weakly. "Get off your damn hands, let me kill that bitch!" Luna yelled at the bouncer who continued to restrain her, his actions ignored by Luna's fury.

Elena asked. "Because a part of me still believes in Dino. But that part is dying." Dino stared at him. "You're going to help us fix this. Then you can rot in a cell." Just then, Martinez's voice echoed over the speaker. "Sanchez's cartel just lost a shipment. Mexican authorities intercepted it. They’re panicking." "So we hit back," Dino said. "Hard." Tomiwa looked up from his tablet. "We have one window before they regroup."

"Friends-and-family rate. Two hundred and fifty." We were right in the middle of bickering when a few flashy sports cars suddenly pulled up at the end of the street. Glaring high beams shone straight over at us. A few gaudily dressed people in designer labels got out and headed straight for our cart. Leading the pack was none other than the blond Marcus, the one I'd swindled out of three grand in drinking money six months ago. "Oh, holy crap, I heard the almighty Julian Sinclair was slinging cheesesteaks from a street cart, and I figured somebody was spreading rumors."

“This bathroom is a cage, and you’re trapped in here with me.” Carter’s back hit the far wall. He scrambled frantically with his hands across the counter, finding a decorative soap dispenser made of heavy ceramic. He swung it wildly at Marcus, who caught his wrist mid-swing and squeezed his arm viciously tight. Carter heard the sickening sound of his own bones grinding together until they snapped and broke. He cried out in pain and dropped the dispenser, which shattered across the marble floor. “DALLAS!” Carter screamed, not caring how pathetic he sounded. “BALFOUR! ANYONE! PLEASE!”

Carter sat in the VIP room while Leo is wheeled back to surgery. His hand was badly damaged and needed a few screws and plates. There would be a lot of recovery and rehab for this momentary temper tantrum of his. Carter was trying to find evidence of the theft of property by Mr. Shoten and what, if anything, he was doing with the prototype. Thankfully, Leo had a few people he could really trust and with KK's help, the process was going smoothly so far.

“It would be ugly.” Nancy laughed. “Don't worry, hon. Henry here can't dance either. You guys can be embarrassed together.” “Tell you what,” Carter said, with a wry smile. “I've got a better idea. There's an arcade game around the corner. I saw it when we came in. Big Buck Hunter. You heard of it?” Henry and Nancy nodded. “Of course we've heard of it,” Henry said. “That game is in just about every single bar where we come from. In fact, I even have a console in my basement. That's how much I love it.”