That afternoon at 2:30 P.M., a new friend entered our lives and being me, I just had to see what was going on. This time it was a little girl and her parents with an imaginary friend who apparently hid her name.

"Hi, there." Frankie said, "Welcome to Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. How can I help you?"

"Well our daughter Anabella has grown too old for her imaginary friend who she calls Anonymous. We wondered if you'll take her in."

"Sure!" Frankie said with a smile, "Thanks for coming!"

Then she stopped down to Anonymous's level.

"Welcome to Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Anonymous! You're gonna love it here!"

She turned to me.

"You're in charge of showing her around, Bloo." She said.

"But why me?" I asked.

"You know this home backwards and forwards." Frankie replied, "You're Foster's one and only detective, remember?"

"Of course I remember!" I said.

"Good." Frankie said, "So show her around, OK?"

"You got it, Frankie." I replied.

So I took Anonymous all around Foster's, carefully observing the mysterious hot pink friend. Why was she called Anonymous? Why did that girl hide her name from the world? I will find out and I know that I will solve the mystery-for I am Detective Bloo!