Prologue: Imaginary Wilt and the Secret Door

Disclaimer: Okay, I confess... I OWN NOTHIN'!

It's midnight and the Foster Mansion is the place. A calm breeze moves the bushes, while the moon stains the building with its silver light. Beautiful, calm night.

All the eccentric characters we know are sleeping...

His trainers sliding in the floor, his hand commanded the ball like if was a part of his very body.

"Wilt!

Wilt!

Wilt!" The enthusiastic crowd screams

Michael Jordan tries to stop him, but fails! Wilt moves like a shooting star, right to the score and the fame when a green cloud surrounded him, a green, stinky cloud

"Wilt! Wi..." the voices faded away, as the field, players... all become darkness and smell.

"Wha..." Wilt coughed and looked around. He was on the floor, under Bloo's bed. The smell became more sickening, while a loud noise was heard through the couch. "Oh, Bloo...coughdisgusting!" he whispered and rolled to a side. Getting up immediately, he tries to cover the empty space between eyes and mouth everybody calls "Nose" and which was killing him at that moment. The relief ended as another noise was heard. What really amazed him was that being as tall as he was he could still suffer Bloo's gastric trouble!

Minutes passed and Wilt was still looking for a place to sleep, wandering like a ghost. Soon he turned right in a hallway, his only arm grabbing a pillow. He looked at a stony replica of Madame Foster, and at the new purple door which, certainly, was never before right next to a Madame Foster statue, in the 32nd hallway, just before the stairs that leads to the Duchess' bedroom. "Funny, I don't remember this door... and I lived here for years!" the red imaginary being commented. That was the mystery of the Foster Mansion: one never knows what was gonna happen next. Entering to the room, he found another purple door, this one with a hand-written sign of "DO NOT ENTER"

"I'm sorry, but this is a emergency" he said. Looking down he found another sign "NOT EVEN IN EMERGENCIES"

"But Bloo..." he said

"BLOO'S SMELLS AREN'T CONSIDERED AS EMERGENCY, NOT NOW AND NOT EVER" another sign prayed

"This is weird..."

"YOU ARE ASLEEP, WILT. WAKE UP!"

Wilt opened his eyes and found himself standing in front of the second purple door, and no signs were visible. Before becoming mad (or, at least madder) he entered into a dark room and found a large, comfortable bed. Seconds later, he was sleeping.

Eduardo and Coco were walking through the dark corridor, obviously tired and angry

"Cococo coooo"

"Si, Señor Bloo is muy smelly" the male friend confirmed "We tenemos find another empty room"

"Co!"

"Look Coco, Señor Wilt is over there. Señor Wilt!"

"Cococo!"

The tall and shadowy figure turned back to face his friends.

Two screams resounded in the entire mansion

"AUXILIOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"COCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

TBC