DISCLAIMER OF DELICIOUS GORILLALY DOOM (Yes, gorillaly doom :P):
Yes, I like Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, and this is my first fan fic, so don't throw too many flames at me. (If you don't like it, that is :P) I don't own this show at all. Plus, anything you read related to a certain character here is NOT TRUE. It is just something one of my siblings and I conjured for fun…that, and I'm a natural surrealist…in a humorous way. :P
Now without further adieu…
THE DOCTOR IS IN!
CHAPTER ONE
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Master Blooregard!" Mr. Herriman shouted, "Get up! You've slept for quite too long!"
Bloo peered over at the alarm clock, "…It's nine o' clock…" he replied, still tired. "Yes, and you were scheduled to wake up at seven o' clock! You missed breakfast!" Herriman went on, "And I will not allow tardiness in this house!" But then Herriman noticed Bloo fell back to sleep. "Oh for goodness sake…" he said to himself, "Buckety!" he called. A bucket with a pair of eyes and legs entered the room. Mr. Herriman pointed at Bloo, prompting Buckety to splash water on Bloo. A drenched and startled Bloo jumped out of bed and accidentally hit his head against thebottom of the top bunkand fell back down again. "That will be all Buckety." Mr. Herriman said. Buckety nodded and exited the room. "What is your problem you crazy hair ball!" Bloo shouted. "Goodness! Respect your elders! And second Master Bloo," Herriman started while adjusting his monocle, "You spend too much time staying up playing those video games and playing with that…what do you call it…ah yes, paddle ball!" "I was going for a new record, and I would've gotten it if it weren't for those bed time rules!" "Master Bloo, rules keep everything intact. Otherwise there would chaos and disorder all over this house! And just imagine what would happen if a monster was among us, plotting and waiting to strike!" "…What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about a disorderly creature ready to break all rules and cause heinosity in this very house." "…Normally I don't think like this, but I don't think 'heinosity' is a word…" "Wha-unngh! Get done there, Master Blooregard!" Herriman commanded. Bloo sighed, "Alright, alright." and walked down stairs.
Bloo was walking towards the dinner table and noticed Frankie already being bombarded by Mr. Herriman. "Ms. Francis! This is not how you clean a spigot!" Herriman stated harshly. "WELL THEN HOW DO YOU CLEAN IT!" Frankie shouted. "First off, you do not just pour water all over it! It is just like trying to eliminate dust by exhaling excess air!" "…And like entertaining someone by listening to your boring speeches." Bloo said to himself. "Buckety!" Mr. Herriman called, who appeared in front of Mr. Herriman full of water once again. Mr. Herriman poured dish soap into Buckety's water and soon after, dipped a piece of cloth into it. "First you dampen this piece of cloth with soap and water, then…" he covered the spigot with it and wiped it thoroughly, "…slowly and precisely wipe the spigot with the cloth. Now you try." Frankie was dumbfounded, "But uh, you already-" "I'm already aware of that, Ms. Francis." Herriman interrupted. Frankie sighed and repeated exactly what Mr. Herriman did. "Now that's better." Herriman said satisfied.
Bloo jumped into a chair at the table with Ed, Wilt, Coco, and Madam Foster, "Sheesh, what a worry wart." he said about Mr. Herriman, who soon appear beside Wilt, about to eat his cereal, "Master Wilt, you left you shoe in front of my office door!" "Oh, I wondered where that was, oh and sorry about that." He replied. Mr. Herriman didn't seem convinced, "Will 'sorry' help me rid myself of this pain in my backside upon tripping?" Then Herriman zipped beside Ed. "And you Master Eduardo! Are you chewing with your mouth closed?" Herriman asked. "Uh…si?" Ed answered. "Very good, Master Ed. And adjust your chair!" then Mr. Herriman zipped beside Coco. "And you, Coco?" Coco started, "Cocococococo. Cococococo." "Ah yes, very good." Mr. Herriman started to walk away but then noticed something on Coco's feet, which were a pair of cleats. Mr. Herriman was surprised, "Coco! We do not wear sporting shoes at the table!" "Cocococo!" Coco asked, sounding irritated. "Because it is uncivilized…but then again it does hinder that loathsome scent." and hopped away, leaving a fiercely annoyed Coco. Soon after a skateboard with a pair of eyes, a Mohawk, and crooked mouth wearing a pair of rocket skates blasted past the table shouting "WOOHOO!" "Skatey!" Herriman called and ran after him, "We do not rocket skate in the house!" "Wow, Mr. Herriman seems very strict today." Wilt pointed out. "Coco!" Coco added. "Si." Ed agreed. "He likes a monster who wants everything neat or else he'll maul you into dust…then 'delicately' brush away." Bloo joked. Madam Foster giggled, "You think that's bad, you should've seen him seven years ago during the summer when he-" then Madam Foster stopped herself abruptly. "What? What did he do seven years ago, Madam Foster?" Wilt asked. Madam Foster seemed nervous, shifting her eyes back and forth, "Uh, uh…ED, THERE'S A LEAF ON YOUR HEAD!" Ed screamed bloody murder and ran around in circles shouting "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! IT'S GOING TO SUCK OUT MY BRAINS AND EAT MY EYES!", prompting everyone to stare at him dumb founded, except for Madam Foster, who was quietly tiptoeing away.
Chapter One complete. Review please.