Theodore Chipmunk Gf Novels & Stories

Mmm , another 5 minutes " She mumbled , in a world of her own. She snuggled sleepily into Chad's chest. Chad smiled. "Guess you're not a morning person then huh?" He gently got out of bed to make them coffee, with extra sugar. They could both do with a sugar rush, he decided. "Memo to self, stock up with Shy Girls". Shy Girls were little foil wrapped chocolates. Chad put the pot on the stove and looked around the cabin. This was just a perfect place for him and his Chipmunk to spend a week's vacation getting to know each other. He was so glad they had met.

"You eat the nastiest things all in the name of keeping fit." "Just try it." Tiffany said taking out one of the chips from he container. Rose felt her stomach rumble at the smell of the chip. The chip also had a greenish and blackish color that was disgusting to the eye. Tiffany threw it into her mouth and chewed it all smiles like it was as sweet as candy. "You see, it tastes amazing."

“This way.” I brought him through the house and to the back door. Teddy and Chip had the bomb on a table, studying the contraption before disassembling it. “Alpha Scott, this is my second, Charles Glover.” Teddy indicated Chip, who was right next to him. “Chip, if you’d like.” Chip reached out his hand and shook Alpha Scott’s. “So this is the bomb?” Alpha Scott looked at the contraption before them. Teddy nodded and he and Chip began to disassemble it.

The chipmunk seemed to have no business outside, let alone communicating with him. I didn't growl at all. This, he said, with all seriousness. Did he growl at us? The gremlin frowned deeply between her brows and pouted. She crossed her arms across her chest and began tapping her foot petulantly. The answer is, "Yes, you were." Her frown deepened as she exhaled a puff. "As I was passing, I could hear you roar. Much like this: grrr!" This boy was just a bit too odd for Salvetti, and he didn't know whether to laugh at him or get him evaluated by a psychologist. Still, he couldn't help joking back to the chipmunk.

Gopher was over the moon. He took the money and made a beeline for the counter, all too happy to exchange them for chips. This time, he didn’t get chips of a hundred for Charlie. The smallest value of the chips started from a thousand, and then to two thousand, five thousand and ten thousand. When Gopher returned with the chips, he placed them respectfully in front of Charlie and said politely, “Mr. Wade, your chips. You can count them.” “No need.” Charlie didn’t even bother to look at them. He took out a chip worth ten thousand Canadian dollars and threw it at Gopher with an indifferent drawl, “This is for you.”

Sophie asked again Theodore nodded and then said "Feed me, I want to eat your braised chicken all day." Hearing this Yolanda smiled and immediately took a knife and butchered the meat into smaller pieces and began feeding Theodore like a two year old.

“Hey, I'm Chyna. Conrad's wife.” I returned her smile and grabbed her extended hand with confidence. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chyna.” “I would love to stay and chat with you,” she said, glancing down at the little figure hugging onto Theodore's legs. “But I came to get this baby koala so he could go to bed.” The child let out a muffled noise as he turned his head away. “But Uncle Theodore just came back. I don't want to go.” Chyna and Theodore shared a look for a moment. Then he turned to the kid who was staring at him with puppy eyes.

He smiled widely causing me to perk up a little. I assumed that he would give me a chip but when he only chuckled and looked away from me my brows furrowed. “Bella that chip is hot so relax.” My uncle Theodore explained in a scolding manner. “Hot?” I mumbled as Dr. Hickory glanced at me and smiled a bright smile. He looked at the chips and grabbed one without hesitation. “Here.” He said as he looked back at me and held it out to me. I looked at the chip that my uncle said was hot. I should’ve known that since it was black it was hot but clearly I was not that bright when it came to food.

“What were you even doing at the grocery store?” Cole raised a brow at the shift but didn’t comment. “Theo wanted something important.” I glanced at him. “Something important that he couldn’t just order?” Cole’s lips twitched. “Chips.” I blinked. “Chips?” “Not just any chips,” he said, deadly serious. “Theo’s ‘thinking’ chips. The kind that apparently taste best when eaten while brooding.” I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “That’s ridiculous.” “You tell him that.” Cole grinned.