Tralala Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

He laughed as he kicked gently. “I’m the captain!” Karl started moving slowly, half swimming, half walking through the safe part. Water split around his body. Max, on his back, raised one hand. “To the waterfall!” “There is no waterfall here,” I said from the rock. “To another country!” “You don’t have a passport, little Columbus.” Issa immediately raised her hand. “I’m next!” Max hugged Karl’s neck tighter. “I’m not done!” “You already had one turn!” “My turn is longer because I’m a boy.”

"May I just remind you that Dr. Rosella Hawl is already taken. Wouldn't want a World War III with the Richforte's right?" "Hey, it's not what you think—" He stops me by putting his other hand up. Then he suddenly smiles— that smile that I usually saw to— gays! He slid his hand to Captain Welton's chest as if seducing him and I can't hide my laugh when I hear his voice and see the look on his eyes, making Captain Welton step back. "W-what the hell are you doing—" "Captain," I cover my mouth with my hand to suppress my laugh. "You know, if you want, I can give you a service. You don't have to steal Dr. Hawl, I'm just here, daddy."

How come I hadn't heard of this big match till now. For Boston Kings, this wasn’t just another college hockey match. It was the match of the year for the junior category as the seniors were on an Away Match. And the captain, of course, was Ace. He's the Captain of the Juniors and Assistant, overall. I know he plays, but I didn't realise just how great he is. His face is everywhere on posters, on the campus website, even on T-shirts. It feels strange seeing him like this, smiling from paper, when I remember our last conversation. The cold look in his eyes as he made his offer, and the way my hand trembled as I was about to sign the contract in the silence of my room.

In spite of myself I chuckled a little and shakily. “You still have a remarkable gift for understatement.” “Of course I do.” He chuckled. “That uncle of you is an asshole, I tell you, he's so power crazy.” With a slight wince he stood up straight. “I am opting not to express my true thoughts.” “Which one is it?” “We just fled from a man who may have had half the palace in his pocket while the other half was watching him take it.” “ That went unanswered.” I said. “There was nothing to say.”

A time capsule of my father's and my fight. A heaviness settled on my shoulders. How hard must it have been for my mom to see this room? Leaving it because the thought of cleaning meant accepting that I might not come home. I should pick that up. I stepped into my room, the carpet feeling so familiar under my shoes. I dipped down to my knees, picking up the large pieces of glass nearly fused to the carpet. I picked up the ceramic base, the figurines of a spaceship, and a female military captain in front of it. He told me he got it for me to show me that I could be a captain if I wanted to. Always backing up my dreams even at a young age.

“And Alex didn’t get sick until we were here.” Charles, who is standing with us, isn’t registering anything she is saying. His eyes are focused on me. Finally, I speak up, and my stutter gives away my escalated agitation. “Isss there sss-something wrong?” “Forgive me, Luna,” he replies. “Who?” Rita scoffs. “Excuse me?” Charles kneels on one leg. “Our missing Luna has returned to us.” Now Rita is laughing. “Cynthis is not your Luna.”

"Uncle Killian bathe with us!" "No! Stop!" I pushed my hand up and wiped my wet hair away from my face. My eyes burned. "Please stop." I had resulted to begging but they ignored me and continued to dabble, chattering endlessly and splashing water like I wasn't even there. And then, Oliver reached down between his legs and grabbed his penis, swinging it back and forth. "Pee-pee! I have a pee-pee and Lilith has a vee-vee!" Where the fuck do these kids learn these things?!

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

He was supposed to be my teammate, my responsibility as captain, but right now, looking down at him, all I wanted to do was pin him against the glass and wipe that arrogant smile right off his face. "You're in my way, Captain," Jules panted, his voice dripping with that fake innocence that always made my jaw tick. He pushed his helmet up, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, completely unfazed by the fact that I was towering over him. "Unless you're planning to ask me out, you need to back off." I leaned in closer, letting him feel the sheer size of me, letting him smell the sweat and the cold air clinging to my jersey.