It doesn't look like anyone else reviewed. How terrible. Well, anyways, heres the last chapter. I bet you're glad it's over, aren't you?

Oh, and about the end, I think it could possibly be true.

To see the disclaimer, go to the first chapter.


Madame Foster walked through the house. Today had been a good day, but it was time for bed. She went to her room, but was stopped by Frankie.

"Why hello, Frankie. What brings you here tonight?" Madame Foster asked.

Frankie smiled. "I just wanted to remind you what tomorrow is. Do you remember?" Frankie asked.

"Lets see, it isn't your birthday. It isn't Mac's birthday. It isn't Herriman's creation day. What ever could it possibly be?" Madame Foster asked.

"It's your birthday, grandma! Your gonna be, uh, ninety something!" Frankie said excitedly.

"I'll be ninety-one. Yay!" Madame Foster yelled.

"Wow grandma, you're so old. How do you do it? You always have so much energy," Frankie asked.

Madame Foster winked. "Thats my secret. Well, goodnight, deary," She answered.

She walked into her room and opened the secret drawer in her dresser. In it was a bottle filled with some liquid. She picked it up.

"Lucky, lucky me." she said.

This liquid was a potion. A youth potion. Although it didn't change her appearance, it made her feel young. She had gotten this potion from an imaginary friend. He could make this stuff, somehow. She didn't really care.

Madame Foster took a drink of it, then put it back into the drawer.

Then she got into bed, and fell asleep.