Résultats pour "The Express" dans Littérature et fiction

Between a rock and a fun place… Howdy, pal. Rusty here, reportin’ from the galaxy's prettiest hole in the ground. This here mine has crystals bigger than my first apartment, shinier than a chrome bumper, and more valuable than my mama's secret biscuit recipe. And we're all set to haul a...

Howdy, friend. I'm Rusty, and so is my big-rig's engine. When the old girl finally gave up the ghost in the middle of nowhere, I wasn't expecting to get a tow from an alien mothership. But the next thing I knew, me and my buddy Mike were halfway across the galaxy in an oversized hubcap full of the weirdest space creatures you ever did see. Turns out aliens are mighty friendly folks, but they can't fix their tech to save their lives.

Rusty here, back on the galactic road with another cargo bay full of surprises. This time around, we're haulin' an alien carnival, complete with rides to make ya scream, games to bruise your ego, and enough sweet treats to give a dentist night terrors. And once it's up and runnin', we plan to enjoy every last thrill, spill, and sugar crash with our friends. Let me tell ya, there's nothin' like sharing a roller-coaster with a bark-skinned daredevil, a blob with motion sickness, and a robot who screams like dial-up internet.

C-list actress Rosie Collins’ name is making headlines...unfortunately it’s only with the tabloids. Now, with a freshly minted reputation for being a troublemaker, not even the local Dollar General store will hire her to twirl their sign. Problem is the job offers stop, but the bills don’t. Rosie needs cash fast, like, express-lane fast. Might professional mourning be the answer? Sure, yeah, whatever.

Heya, pal. It's Rusty, and I'm just as surprised as you are. Right when me and Piper thought we'd had the wildest adventure in the cosmos, Mike and Jenna waltzed in, dressed to the nines, with grins on their faces and a yarn of their own to spin. See, Jenna’s got feelings for Mike she ain’t ready to share, but you can't play hard-to-get when one of your passengers is a big blue slug who can read your emotions like an interstate billboard. Toss in Karlie and Feebee, the galaxy’s most lovable agents of mayhem, and things go off the rails faster than a circus train on ice.

Urged to solve the Murder on the Tesco Express, Buscemi gets to work at the crack of lunchtime. With the help of sassy streamwise duck Drake, Stanley the deathless guardian of Barnes Bridge, and the irrepressible cocker spaniel puppy Puddles, the forces of darkness don't stand a chance! Except something is wrong. Somehow, Buscemi is tasked with solving a murder which hasn't happened yet... or has it?