Wow, three fics already. I'm impressed. Although I might have made some mistakes. Disclaimer time!
Zumaka does not own Foster's Home for Imaginay Friends.
"Madame, are you quite sure you will be alright? We could make Master Blooregard stay instead," Mr. Herriman said.
"Now Funny Bunny, you know you wouldn't want Bloo running around without even Mac," Madame Foster said.
Herriman was defeated. He said a weak "Goodbye Madame," then hopped out to the waiting bus.
Today was the bi-annual Foster's beach day. Mr. Herriman said someone would have to stay behind to watch the house. Not wanting to ruin any of the friends fun, Madame Foster did it herself. This showed just how much she loved all the friends... or maybe it didn't.
She watched from the window as the bus drove off. When it was around the corner, Madame Foster jumped up. "Woohoo! I have the house to myself!" she screamed.
She proceded to run through the house, screaming all the time.
Once she got back to the foyer, she had a thought. "Hey! Who needs clothes on this great day!" she yelled. She immediatly took off all her clothes, then continued running around the house, naked.
Some time later, there was a knock on the door.
She skidded to a halt in the foyer.
The visitor opened the door, and in walked Mac.
As soon as her saw Madame Foster, his eyes widened. "Aaaahhhh! Naked lady! Old naked lady!" he sreamed. He ran back out the door.
Once she was unfroze, she ran after him.
"Wait, Mac! I can explain! Come back!" she screamed.
She chased him down a street. Well, actually several streets. The innocent bystanders stared.
Eventually, she lost Mac, so she went back to Foster's.
"Poor, poor boy. Oh well, at least it wasn't Frankie," she muttered. "It's time to get this party started!"
She then continued running around the house, naked.
Also, I wrote another chapter. Please tell me if you would like it to be posted. Remember, if you want to tell me this fic sucks, then go ahead.
Update: I've made some improvements on the story. Mainly spelling.