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California or Bust: by earth warrior
Chapter 1
"Miss Frances and Miss Coco, I have said this once and I will say it again: no," Mr. Harriman stated bluntly, straightening out his already painfully stiff jacket, "We simply cannot go traipsing around the country anytime we feel like it. Especially not for something as silly as a game show"
"But Mr. Harriman," Frankie pleaded, "it's for a good cause, and-"
"Good cause?!" he scoffed, "I'll have you know, there is no cause good enough that would justify taking all of the house occupants to… Hollywood, California, of all places. Furthermore, Miss Coco had no right to apply to be a contestant on Who Wants to Win a Million Dollars. Just because by some miracle they decided to let her on the show does not mean that I can not veto this ridiculous proposition."
Mr. Harriman paced in his bunny-hop way in front of the two chairs which seated the very exasperated Frankie and Coco.
"Coco co coco cococo."
"I don't care if it's for the sake of fan fiction!"
"Coco coco co co coco cocococo coco co coooco."
"I don't care that Earth Warrior will have nothing to write about if I don't say yes!"
"Look, Mr. H," Frankie interjected, "how about this: we'll do everything exactly the way you want and if Coco wins, she'll donate some of the money to Foster's?" Mr. Herriman stood there for a moment contemplating this. The house definitely could use the funds. But what if Coco didn't win? They could end up going all the way out to California for nothing. He turned back to the eager duo about to give the deciding vote of 'no', when suddenly there was a huge crash and a stitched white baseball slammed through the window of Mr. H's office and several neighborhood kids started running for their lives down the street in fear of getting caught. Mr. Harriman mentally calculated the damage at… a lot. Much more than they had when you took in account the expenses that came with having a home for imaginary friends.
"Oh… fine," he said. Mr. Harriman suddenly had a strong feeling that he was going to regret this, "tell everyone to be ready to leave by tomorrow morning. When do we have to be at the studio by?"
Coco looked at the floor suddenly finding it to be very interesting. This was the part that he was going to hate the most. "co co," she whispered.
"ONE WEEK?!" He demanded, starting to hyperventilate in that comical way that only he could pull off.
Frankie gave Coco a tortured glance. "It's not that bad! We can do it. I'll go tell the friends to get ready," and with that they left before Mr. H could say one word about it.
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That day, word spread about Coco being on Who Wants to Win a Million Dollars next week. All the friends talked about how great it was going to be when they got to be in a live studio audience.
One of the friends was especially excited. "We're going to Hollywood, we're going to Hollywood, we're going to Hollywood!" sang Bloo. He did his signature, patented victory dance and sang the four words so many times that everyone at Foster's wanted to punch him; than again, people wanted to punch Bloo on a regular basis, so the dirty looks that everyone was giving the annoying blob were nothing new to him. "We're going to Hollywood, we're-"
"Bloo, shut up!" yelled Mac, "I know that this is a big deal for you, but seriously, it's getting a little annoying."
"That's the understatement of the century," muttered a random imaginary friend who happened to be walking by.
"Hey!" he yelled at the friend, who was already long gone by the time Bloo realized what he meant. Bloo muttered something inaudible than continued, "But, Mac, aren't you even a little bit excited? I mean we're going to Hollywood, for crying out loud! Home of all the big movie stars. I want to meet Rod Tango!" he sighed, remembering how totally awesome it had been when Rod literally threw him out of his new movie premiere.
Mac gave his friend a wry smile, "okay, I am a little excited… correction, very excited. I'm just worried that we won't make it there in time. I mean trying to travel 3,000 miles across the country, by bus, with a house full of imaginary friends, one of whom happens to have a knack for getting into trouble-"
"I am very good at that, aren't I?" Bloo interrupted.
"Anyway…" Mac continued, "trying to do all that while still getting to the studio one week from tomorrow is going to be kinda hard, don't you think?"
The small blue blob considered this, putting on his best 'thinking face' and replied, "according to my calculations of pi squared times y to the fifth dimension, I believe that there is a 1 in a gazillion and twelve hundredths chance that we will get to California in 15.3 years." Bloo's expression was smug as he said this. He figured that if you sounded like you knew what you were talking about than you suddenly would (or, if nothing else, you'd seem smart).
Mac rolled his eyes. "You never were very good at math, were you, Bloo?" Bloo was about to come back with some sassy remark, but was interrupted when Wilt and Eduardo came in with their usual greetings.
"Are you guys packed yet?" Wilt inquired cheerfully. Mac nodded and Bloo shrugged, picking off a scab on his arm, which, it was safe to assume, meant that he hadn't even thought about packing.
"I'll help you pack later, Bloo" Mac said, than turning back to Wilt and Eduardo, "Why, are you?" Wilt and Eduardo exchanged glances.
Eduardo held up his hand in a 'more or less' gesture. "But we are definitely doing better than last time," he replied optimistically. Everyone except Bloo shuddered at the thought of their last at a trip: the one to Europe, which didn't exactly go as planned.
"Hey, you guys, quick question," Bloo, who obviously had not been paying much attention to the conversation said, "why do they call those things that heat water 'hot water heaters'? I mean I get what they're for but it's a major misnomer. Seriously, who would want to heat hot water? That's just stupid!" The others sighed at Bloo's randomness, and walked away. "Wait!" he called after them, "was it something I said?!"
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It will definitely get better in the next chapter. I think I'll probably post again soon. Very soon. Everyone who reviews gets an invisible chocolate cupcake with lots of sprinkles