Disclaimer: All characters and events related to Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends are owned by Craig McCracken and Cartoon Network Studios.

Currently looking for Cover Art commissions.

Chapter One: Broken Clocks (or Not)

Blooregard Q. Kazoo was pissed off. His best friend promised he would come by at three o'clock to visit. The blue blob of an imaginary friend paced back and forth in the room, nervously glancing at the wall clocks every five seconds. Glancing at the wall clocks again, he noticed that every clock read 4:28 P.M.

"Mac's an hour and a half late," Bloo muttered worriedly. "Why isn't he here yet?"

Four years ago, Bloo's creator made a promise to visit him every day at three o'clock. Mac had never broken that promise, excluding the time when Mac's older brother, Terrance had locked him in a closet. So why should he not show up today? Bloo left the room to search for a certain Frances Foster.

"FRANKIE!" he screamed, going up and back down a flight of stairs.

Walking into Mr. Herriman's office, he spotted the red-haired girl on the telephone. Bloo glided over to the young woman, and began to pester her.

"Frankie…" he whispered, tugging on the back of her green hooded jacket. Ignoring the imaginary friend, she continued to speak on the phone in a soft, gentle voice.

"No, I understand. Yes, you may come over to drop it off."

Bloo's eyebrows furrowed, his arms crossed over his chest, and he started to tap his foot noisily. He had a small tolerance for patience. The 26-year-old could care less, as she carried on her conversation on the phone.

"Yes, I'll see you then. Goodbye." She hung up the phone, and turned to the annoying imaginary friend.

"What, Bloo? What could be so important that you had to interrupt me during a phone call?"

"Are you sure the clocks aren't broken?" Frankie took a huge exaggerated sigh, and cocked her head back slightly to stare up at the ceiling.

"For the last time, Bloo, I'm sure that all the clocks are working." She straightened her head and leaned against the large desk behind her.

Without moving, she glanced down at Bloo. "Mac's not here, huh?"

She took a deep breath and stared out a window sadly. "I have a good idea why he didn't show up today."

She looked at Bloo again. "I'll give him a call, okay? Then we'll see if we can go visit him."

"Really?" Bloo asked enthusiastically. "Frankie, you rock!" he exclaimed, jumping up onto her and giving her a quick, rare hug. The blue blob jumped down and headed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

End of Chapter One

28 August 2007