"Hey, Bloo."
"Hey, Mac."
"What's up?"
"Ah, nothin', nothin'. Hey, you wanna play a game?"
"As long as it doesn't involve drawing a mustache on someone with a permanent marker while they're sleeping, or blowing something up…"
"C'mon, Mac, you worry too much."
"Hmph. Good afternoon, gentlemen."
"Heya, Mr. H."
Another typical day consisting of speaking to the same people, performing the same actions, over and over. Some things never change, I suppose.
"Oh, gentlemen, I had almost forgotten to tell you. We're receiving a new addition to our large… "family," you might call it." Mr. Herriman chuckled as he hopped towards his office.
"A new kid? Sheesh, don't we have enough around here? Wait, Mac, I think I've just struck inspiration! For our game, we'll… hit it, Drummy!"
"Sure thing, Bloo." Drummy struck the drum attached to his belly repeatedly with his hands, forming a drumroll sound.
"Okay, Mac. For our game, we're gonna… pick on the new kid! Thanks, Drummy."
"No problem, Bloo." The drum-bearing fellow smiled as he went up to his bedroom.
"I'm not sure, Bloo…"
"Oh, c'mon, buddy. It'll be hilarious! Whoopie cushions on the seats, rubber cement coming out of the faucets… man, he's gonna get PRANKED!" Bloo grinned mischievously, rubbing his hands together.
Just then, the doorbell sounded. "I've got it! Why, hello, Melon. Welcome to Foster's."
"Pssh… MELON? What kind of name is THAT?"
"It's my name." There, in the doorway, stood the newest addition to the Foster's family. Bloo's jaw dropped to the floor in astonishment. His eyes darted all across her body. How could something so beautiful, so sweet be abandoned here in such a way? Bloo collected himself and began to speak.
"Hey there. Name's Bloo, video game champion and paddle ball master," Mac rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. "Oh, yeah, and this is my creator an' my best pal in the WHOLE world, Mac."
Melon giggled. "Nice to meet you two. I hope we can become friends."
Bloo jabbed Mac in the arm with his elbow and grinned. Mac rolled his eyes.
A panting, red-headed teenager of about sixteen appeared in the doorway. "Hey there! Sorry I'm late; there was a huge mess to clean up on floor five and… nevermind. Welcome to Foster's. I'm Frankie, and you must be Melon. I'm kinda busy, so, could Mac and Bloo give you the tour?"
"Of course, that would be splendid."
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Of course, I do not own FHFIF or its characters, but I DO own Melon, she's my Foster's made-up. Chapter Two coming very soon, I promise!