Disclaimer: I do not own Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Back to the Future and the songs featured. Foster's belongs to Cartoon Network and Back to the Future belongs to Universal.
Genre: Humour/Parody
Rating: T
Bloo To The Future
Chapter 1 – The Time Machine
It was a sunny Monday morning as Mac was making his way up to Foster's, ready for another day. When he opened the door, he saw Bloo, but then his jaw dropped to the floor. Bloo was dressed in a white coat, like the ones in science labs, wearing glasses… and a white hair wig! He then noticed something big covered in a white sheet.
'Bloo, what is this?' asked Mac.
'Oh, hi Mac. This is going to be a great day, for I, Professor Doc Bloo Brown, am building, in the history of the world… a time machine!'
He threw the sheet away to reveal his 'time machine.'
'Whadda you think?'
Mac was worried, but confused. 'Well, first of all, time machines don't exist. Second, this doc built his out of a car. Third, that's not a car, it's a police box!'
He was right. It was a blue police box, like the ones in the UK.
'So, who am I to judge on that?' He then threw away the coat, wig and glasses. 'How about we take this thing for a ride?'
'I don't know, Bloo. Don't you think we might get in trouble for this?'
'What do you mean by that? If Mr Herriman doesn't notice that we're gone, then we won't be in trouble.' He then opened the door. 'Come on, I'm sure you'll love it.'
Mac, with no choice, went inside with Bloo as he closed the door. Inside was unlike anything he had ever seen. He then heard Bloo switch it on.
'Now, here's what you need to know. That tells you where you are now, that tells you where you're going to, and that tells you where you were. You got all that?'
'Sure, whatever Bloo.'
'Then let's get this baby started!' He walked over to a panel and started typing in some numbers and letters, muttering to himself. He then hit the 'ENTER' button, and grabbed the lever.
'Here we go!'
As he pulled the lever, the machine started shaking, like it was lifting off. As they felt the force of the machine blasting off, Mac heard some music. It sounded like synthesises, but with French horns and strings.
'My own theme music. Cool, huh?'
Mac sighed unknowing of where the time machine was taking them.