"Ms. Frances, Ms. Frances. Please report to my office immediately. That is all," Mr. Herriman said through his intercom.
"Huh, I'm I coming," she screamed. In the lobby, Frankie met up with Bloo.
"Hey Frankie, since you must be so upset that we didn't get Cheese to the aliens and that you've probably doomed us all, I don't want you to feel bad. Because I am working on something that will send Cheese and the aliens back to outer space," Bloo said.
"Can it Bloo," Frankie said. She entered Mr. Herriman's office.
"Ah, Mrs. Frances, I was waiting for you. Now as you know, we are having an adopt-a-thought Saturday on, of course Saturday. Now, I need Madame Foster to hire live entertainment for the festivity. But of course she's still asleep. Now, I need you to wake her so we can plan our adopt-a-thought Saturday," Mr. Herriman said.
"Fine," Frankie said. She went to wake up Madame Foster. She looked at the time. "Ten thirty. It's not like grandma to sleep in this much," Frankie told herself. She entered Madame Foster's room. She was sound asleep. Frankie walked over to her bed.
"Grandma, it's time to get up," Frankie said quietly. Madame Foster didn't move. "Grandma, it's time to get up. You have to help us plan adopt-a-thought Saturday," Frankie said a little louder. Madame Foster still didn't move.
"Grandma get up," Frankie shouted, with nervousness in her voice. Madame Foster still didn't move. Frankie checked her pulse. There was nothing there. "Oh my God," Frankie yelled. The entire house heard her, including Mr. Herriman, so they all crowded over at Madame Foster's room.
"Out of my way. Out of my way," Mr. Herriman said. "Mrs. Frances, what on Earth is going on," he asked?
"Grandma is…is…" Frankie couldn't finish.
"Yes, go on," Mr. Herriman asked.
"Grandma is…is…dead," she whispered. Although it was so quiet among the crowd that everyone heard her.
"My Lord, it can't be," Mr. Herriman said. He went in to check, and he found out for himself. "No, she's gone," Mr. Herriman cried hysterically. Then the entire house started crying.
"No, Madame Foster es no muerto," Eduardo cried.
"CoCoCoCoCoCoCoCo," Coco sobbed.
"I'm sorry but this isn't OK," Wilt said.
"Madame Foster, what have the aliens done to you," Bloo screamed.
3 P.M.
Mac had entered Foster's. He saw the ambulance leaving with a small body in a black package. When Mac entered, he noticed that all the friends were wearing black. Even Bloo.
"Hey everybody, what's going on," Mac asked.
Frankie came up to him.
"Mac, this may be hard to hear but…but…" Frankie couldn't finish. She just started weeping.
"Mac, it was terrible, Madame Foster died. The aliens got her," Bloo screamed.
"Can it Bloo. Mac, Madame Foster did die, but it wasn't aliens. The doctor came over to take her away, and he said she died in her sleep of old age. It was just her time," Frankie said.
Mac couldn't believe it. Madame Foster was dead. She had always liked him; she had always treated him nicely. She had even let Bloo stay and protected him from adoption, and now she was gone.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Mac had the courage to ask a question.
"When's the funeral," Mac asked.
"On Sunday," Wilt said.
"I'll be there," Mac said, leaving Foster's.