Novelas y relatos de Truck Toy Story

“Yeah. Why are you so shocked?’ “Because it’s not your style that’s why.” “Hey!” The brothers turned to see Tom on the back of one of the boys’ pickup trucks. “It’s the Ford!” Tom shouted with excitement. Sure enough, the dingy dented faded Pepto Bismal-colored 1970 Ford was putting their way. “It looks like Dax decided to join you after all,” Jesse said. Ray grinned as they began to walk. The truck pulled up alongside the truck Tom was on.

She did lose her footing on the step and would have fallen down the rest of the steps if she had not grabbed ahold of the railing so quickly. Turning to look in the direction she had heard the hissing noise coming from, she found herself looking at her mom's wicker furniture. There beside the chair still sitting on the wicker table sat the little orange and black Logging truck and trailer. Cara couldn't make her mind wrap around what was happening right in front of her. The rumbling diesel noise was coming from the toy truck. The Toy Truck. Plumes of exhaust floated up from its smoke stacks. It was so loud. It sounded just as deafening as the real thing when you stand right beside them. Cara

I was making a delivery to a rural village when a mob of villagers suddenly swarmed my truck. They surrounded the vehicle, pried open the cargo hold, and started looting everything inside. “We hit the jackpot this time! A whole truckload of flour! This is enough to feed everyone for ages! Grab it!” The cargo door was forced open, and white sacks spilled all over the ground. The villagers went insane, snatching my cargo like starving wolves. They divided it up without the slightest hesitation. I was pinned to the ground, my mouth clamped shut by someone’s hand. All I could do was watch as they stripped the truck clean. But what I was transporting wasn’t flour at all. It was a highly r

, he said, taking a sip from his glass of wine. “No! If you love them then you should eat them” “But my toy doesn't want them. It's quite inappropriate that I should take what my milkweed doesn't want, don't you think?” He said grinning—his stoned face brought me more peace than his grin... it made me weak and vulnerable. I said nothing, gulping down a cup of water. Perfect.

Xavier asked Toby as they sat in their usual inconspicuous spot while the other kids played around. "Nope. What's that?” "You mean your parents have never taken you to CarFest?” Xavier appeared shocked. "All the really cool kids have been to CarFest. You can win as many toy cars as you want, from small ones to the ones as big as an actual car! Cool right?" Toby's eyes were wide. “Like a really really big car?"

We’re having the best time, it’s free and easy and I am sure hoping that when we both go to college we can make this work. Otherwise, I’m going to be gutted, my heart will be torn in shreds and I don’t think I’ll be able to breathe without my girl in my life. “Oo, I can see Tammy and Tobias. Don’t they look just so damn adorable.” Tate hangs her head out of the truck window and positions her fingers in her mouth and lets out a wolf whistle. I laugh, it’s cute. “Hey.” Tammy waves and shouts out towards the truck. Tobias looks up from the boot of Tammy’s car and waves too. He’s got a cooler box in one hand and closes the trunk down.

I repeated in shock and she nodded. I looked up at Archer and he didn't have any expression on face. “Give her the card.” He said calmly and I did what he asked. Wait, he's not bothered that I'm spending so much money on toys? I thought I was in trouble. They packed up all the toys and placed them in the truck of our car. I was quiet throughout the entire ride. “Okay just say it, I went overboard right? I didn't know that they would cost that much. I wouldn't have bought so much.” The guilt was eating me up.

He shook his head. "What?" "Have you heard the story about the missing children?" The boy curiously looked at me. “The truck with the red scary Joker logo on the side? They say it goes around every night looking for children. Is it true?” “So you knew? Rumors say the Herald Company owns it. ” “I must tell dad about it. He’s working there! ” the boy said as if he discovered his dad was on a death row. Very good Tobby. @Death Wish

and together we walked into the gleaming toy store. The store was amazing. Toys, books, games, costumes, and beautiful colors filled the shop. There was a golden castle big enough for Robbie and me to walk through, and a replica of the Empire State Building with working lights. Glowing plastic trees and whimsical designs accentuated the feeling of being in a magical world made especially for children. Robbie let go of me and picked up a hardcover children's book. His eyes misted over as he flipped through the pages, suddenly lost in his own world. He turned a page, tracing a finger along the drawing of a cartoon stuffed bear.

Each row had twenty workers who were packing the stuffed toys neatly in boxes. "He's in the basement. That's his office!" Luke responded. "What's on the second and third floor?" I asked as I lifted my head. "Ah! They are also rooms for bigger stuffed toys. The second floor is for big wild animals and the third floor is for cartoon movies stuff like Toy Story or The Incredibles!" Luke smiled. "This factory is boss' baby. He loves dolls!" he winked. "What? Martin loves dolls?!" I couldn't believe it. He, a mafia leader loves delicate stuff!