Trolls Popcorn Bucket Novels & Stories

Katherine inhaled deeply, eyes practically sparkling. “This,” she said reverently, “is the holy grail.” Sebastian looked vaguely alarmed by the sheer number of toppings, sizes, and combo options displayed above them. “Why are there sixteen types of popcorn?” “Because freedom,” Katherine declared. “Okay, I want extra butter with caramel drizzle.” Sebastian frowned. “That’s… two conflicting flavor profiles.” “You’re a conflicting flavor profile,” she snapped back, grinning. “What are you getting? Plain?” He hesitated. “Truffle sea salt.”

"You surely have a knack at attracting everything, Abby. Of all the people, I wonder why the trolls choose to play a sick joke on you." Eugene still had his back on Abby while he spoke to her. Trolls were master of mischief. They often lurked in the woods waiting for travelers that could fall victim to their next mischief. They don't hurt people, they simply loved bringing them inconvenience by stealing their stuff. In Abby's case, her clothes. "I don't care what creature was that darn midget. What I want are my clothes. Where are they? I am nearly frozen cold down here." And as if proving her point, Abby made a loud sneeze just right after she said that.

Angelo could feel the rich flavor of the popcorn melt in his mouth, and he couldn’t help but moan in delight. “This popcorn has a nice flavor,” Angelo commented. “Where did you buy this?” “That popcorn is one of this store’s specialty, and they are given only to our store’s v.i.p customers,” The store staff explained as she also went to grab on the bucket a piece of popcorn. “Is it okay to give this to me, and why are you stealing popcorn from my bucket?” Angelo inquired as he raised his right brow.

Jackson,the man with the bucket hat murmured as he watched Drille and Allison behave like lovebirds. "What's he trying to do? Is he...." Jackson said with widened eyes. He's got to find a way to get Drille's hand off Allison's shoulder. Jackson smirked as he thought of a way to get Drille's hands off Allison. He dipped his hand inside the popcorn he was eating and took a few of them in his hand. He began to throw it on Drille's hand. "What the... "What's wrong?" Allison interrupted Drille. "Someone keeps throwing popcorn at me and I can't find the person" Drille said angrily as he put his hand down.

Zinnia tells Elina about their famous fried chicken wings and thighs. " The most popular from the stall in the shop is the chicken popcorn . One chopper for ten pieces even the beggars went to buy them . The shop manager always ask the stall workers to give the cold popcorn as the extra to the beggers children who bought the chicken popcorn. You know miss , our one chopper buns also become a hit since two weeks ago . Although the size is as small as the three to four years old children but it always sold out every day . Sometimes they sold out after the lunch time . " Bonnie also added excitedly . " Well , as long as everything was fine . Bonnie ...is the baby's powder and the babies milk bo

When we finish eating and putting away our trash we decide to go and grab some tickets from the concession counter. I get a free bucket of popcorn, a medium sized bag of pretzels, and Ben gets a large bowl. As we pay for these we make our way around the empty theater. The seats are mostly full. I guess this isn't a very popular film after all. I wonder how long it's going to be until we' re ready to leave. I'd rather have stayed longer, but there's not really anywhere else that we can sit. Besides, Ben insisted on paying for this trip and I'm not going to let my boyfriend suffer through the whole movie alone.

It was the only one visible since my other hand was stuck inside the pocket of my jeans. “Um…what are you talking about?” I let out an awkward laugh. “I only went to pee.” “Oh, I forgot about this. Yours,” Ruby chimed, pushing a plastic bucket filled with popcorn and a lemonade cup into my lap. “Thanks,” I said, accepting it from her. I immediately dipped my hand inside and stuffed some of the popcorn into my mouth, trying to avoid any more questions from Clara. She didn't seem like she'd be stopping soon. “I'm waiting for an answer…”

Olive had an enormous grin on her face, “Are Pop Qwiz Popcorn? You bet it is.” From what I could recall, the popcorn had already been discontinued. The last time I and my siblings ate it all together was also the first time we did. Red had just gotten home from school and he got money by doing some of the other kid’s homework. We didn’t have a microwave. Scarlett got bought some charcoal, while Olive borrowed our neighbor’s grills. We cooked the popcorn like it was a barbecue. The twins were still kids so they were lucky enough that they didn’t have to walk around asking for things we could use.

I didn't press my luck by buying M&Ms for the popcorn, but Ryland's insistence I get my own drink won him serious points. "There's one more thing." Ryland reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out an individual bag of peanut butter M&Ms —— my favorite kind — that aren't sold at the theater. He rips the bag open and dumps them over the top of the large bucket of popcorn. "Good?" "You gotta shake it a little." I tap the bucket on the chair's armrest and smile up at him. "Thank you." His lips find mine again for another quick peck. "You're welcome, Kitten."

Beta Lufin came handing us our bowls of popcorn, each one for him and Crowden and one for both me and Raven. “What are we going to watch?” I asked Crowden while Raven sat beside me, he pulled me and lifted my waist up as he settled me on his lap and I held the popcorn in front of me so we can both have a grab of it. “Are you a scaredy cat girly?” Crowden asked.