Tanner Sterling -- a young boy who looks a bit older for his age (13), who's also experienced at the great outdoors, and pretty much anything physical left home to become a explore. When he returned, everything he loved, and cared for was gone. Join...
I DO NOT own Bob's Burgers. This is just for entertaining purposes.
Tanner's POV:
Everything is a pretty normal day at Bob's Burgers. Bob and Linda are in the kitchen . . . along with Gene and Louise. But, where's Tina? . . . She's also there but, she's laying in the middle of the floor . . . groaning.
Tina: Uuuuhhhhhhhhhh...
Bob: Tina, if you're gonna lay on the floor, at least roll around so I don't have to mop up later.
Gene: What's wrong with Tina?
Linda: Puberty.
Gene: mmmm
Louise: Yeah. She's pubing out right now pretty bad.
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Tina: Jordan Sturman moved away, and now I'll never play kickball with him again.
Louise: Oh, you should kill yourself.
Gene: Yeah!
Tanner: Guys!
Linda: Gene and Louise, be nice!
You're gonna go through adolescence, too, you know.
Louise: Like that? Oh, sick!
Gene: Is she contagious?
Louise: You shut up, mom!
Linda: 😠Watch it.
Tanner: It's just a natural process a large majority of teenagers go through. I had that sometime before I came here.
Bob: What happened
Tanner:
Tina: You can't hurt me. I'm already dead.
Gene: Can I have your moustache, then?
Tina: It's only one hair.
Gene: It's the beginning of a great thing.
Bob: It's a huge hair.
Tina: I can't cut it.
Linda: It's beautiful. Leave her alone.
You're beautiful, Tina.
Bob: (overlapping) You are beautiful
Gene: Let me pull it out.
Let me put my foot on your chest.
Tina: Ah. . Oww.
Gene: (overlapping) (Grunting)
Bob: Gene, get off. Enough!
Louise: Come on, gene. Let's go have a childhood. Tanner, you coming?
Tanner: Nah. I think I'll stay here and help your dad with the food. Tina just needs some time.
Louise: (Shrugs)
Gene: See ya.
30 MINUTES LATER. . .
Tina: (SAD) My hearrrrrrt . . . My heart.
Linda: Shh, sweetie. I'm on the phone. Ginger is very upset.
