Foster's New Visitor

Chapter 3 - The Bet

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"What's all the ruckus down here, deary?" Madam Foster chirped as she took in all the expressions of the faces surrounding her. Frankie gestured toward Renee.

"Grandma, this girl showed up on our doorstep just like a few minutes ago, and she says she was sent here by her mother but she has no place to stay. So then I tried to talk it over with Mr. H and he totally disregarded the idea and now Renee has no home to go to. Please let her stay." Frankie begged, kneeling before Foster, her hands curled up in front of her. Madam Foster walked around her granddaughter and made her way up to the young Maxell. The girl blinked in surprise and stepped back a bit. She didn't like old people in her face, and this was definately in her personal space.

"I don't know, deary. We have enough friends as it is, and I'm not so sure we have room for you. I'm sorry, but I can direct you to the nearest foster home. It's about 40 miles away from here." Renee gaped in shock at the old woman. Granny say what..? Mac walked up to the caretaker's grandmother and crossed his arms nonchalantly beside her.

"You know.. she could help Frankie with her chores around the house and she could get to places that Frankie normally couldn't. She could also play with the friends when they're bored." Mac reminded Madam Foster, before he leant in, whispering, "Especially a certain little blue one." Bloo, who had been eavesdropping, gasped and backed up, raising a blue stub in anger.

"Hey! I don't do that much rule breaking!" Mr. Herriman cleared his throat, a stern glare on his face. Bloo lowered his arm and scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Okay, maybe I do." He admitted. Foster's eyes doubled in realization and she looked back at Renee who had taken to suddenly having an interest in the floor.

"Good news, deary! You can stay!" Madam Foster told her happily and hugged the small girl tightly as Frankie and Mac inconspicuously high fived, huge grins on their faces. Bloo gasped and gaped. The young Maxell squirmed in the choke hold, but eventually she was dropped. Taking in the oxygen like a drug, she gasped and held a hand to her chest. Who knew an old woman could be so strong? Renee grinned when she remembered the reason for the death hug but frowned as she turned to look at Mac's blue mind product. Thinking a bit on it, she realized that Bloo hadn't been counting on her staying. Her grin turned a little vicious as she caught his gaze. He blinked then cringed a little, turning away, his little arms instinctively grasping his head. She chuckled a little and walked over to the three by the office door.

"Thanks Madame Foster, I really appreciate you letting me crash here." Foster smiled and raised a hand, waving it nonchalantly. Another gasp erupted, this time from the giant rabbit. Apparently, this wasn't something he was expecting.

"B-but, Madam! The house rules clearly state that no one but imaginary friends are to take residence in this household!" Renee rolled her eyes and sighed slightly. There was always someone, somewhere, that had a problem with her.

"Oh, bunny, calm yourself. It's fine. The rules won't explode if we break them once, will they?" Madam Foster calmly explained, and smiled at Herriman. He frowned, but nodded curtly.

"Oh, um.. of course, Madam." Ren raised a brow at his sudden submission, but ignored it non-the-less.

"Now, let's go find you a room and take your bags up there." Madam told her, and she nodded and turned to grab her bags when she realized they weren't there. A little creeped out, she looked around curiously. She stopped suddenly and a surprise look appeared on her face when she saw Wilt held them once again, smiling down at her.

"Uh..." The huge smile on his face disappeared into a frown when he noticed her look.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just gonna carry your bags up to your room. Is that okay?" The smile came back. She lowered her hand and nodded her head slightly. "Great, let's go follow Madame Foster and the others!" He told her cheerily and began walking to the stairs. She shook her head and hit herself on the head. Mr. Herriman mumbled something that sounded vaguely like "I have business to attend to.." as Madam Foster took off with Frankie, Mac, and Bloo.

"That was smart, Ren. You could've said 'thank you', but nooooo.." She muttered before following the tall friend with a glare on her face.

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"Here we are!" Renee barely managed to catch her breath from literally crawling up the hundreds of stairs as she saw her room. She gasped as she looked around it. It wasn't too big, but it was definately bigger than her other room. The walls were a light green, and the floors wooden. There wasn't much on the wall. The friend before must've packed all their stuff into it. Straight in front of the doorway was the bed, facing sideways against the wall. The dresser was at the foot of the bed, and right to the left of the door, there was the walk-in closet.

"You like it?" Frankie asked as Renee walked in as if testing herself. She looked around in wonder, turning to gaze back at the five that came with her. Mr. Herriman had made himself clear that he wasn't following.

"Like it?" She echoed and walked back to them. "It's better than my other room by far!" Frankie grinned and clapped her hands together.

"Great, let's make it feel more like home, okay?" Frankie stated and walked in behind Renee. Wilt set her bags down near the door, and went to help Frankie reorganize the room, and Mac walked over to the closet to see if any friend left their things behind. Madame Foster watched them move about then glanced beside her and giggled when she noticed Bloo's look.

"Not too happy about this, are you Bloo?" She asked quietly and walked closer to the blue friend. Bloo looked at Renee as she explained to Frankie and Wilt where she wanted her bed positioned. Foster closed her eyes when Bloo crossed his arms, the sour expression still on his face.

"What gave that away?" He muttered and looked at the girl again. Foster laughed and threw an arm around the blue friend, surprising him.

"Come on, Bloo, lighten up. Now you have someone to put up with your nonsense while Mac isn't here." She told him, seemingly deep in thought. "Who knows, she might be like you more than you think. Renee might even become one of your closest friends!" Bloo glanced at her, then looked back at Renee, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, right. Sure her eyes are the same color as me, but that doesn't mean she's like me! I'm handsome, smart, and charming... and she's--"

"What bugs you about her so much?" Madam Foster asked suddenly, causing Bloo to cut off and freeze slightly from the question. He hadn't really thought much on the subject. His mind was telling him that this girl would try to tear up him and Mac, and he was also just going with his stubborn instinct.

"Well.." He rubbed his head and thought a minute. "Uh.. she hit me on the head!" He shouted accusingly. Foster laughed again.

"Oh, that just shows that she cares about you enough already. If she didn't like you, she wouldn't go near you, let alone touch you. Besides," Bloo's glare disappeared to one of confusion and surprise when he felt Madame Foster's arm tighten around him. "You're too cute to get mad at anyway!" She shouted before releasing him, not even noticing his face was slightly purple and the fact that he was now gasping for breath.

"One day..." Bloo murmered, still breathless from Foster's death hug, a glare making it's way onto his face as he watched her head down the hallway. "You will rue the day.. ahh forget it.." He muttered faintly before flopping on the floor.

"Hey, Bloo! Come here and help with this!" Mac's voice rang out and Bloo jumped up and ran in the room to stop short. They'd totally transformed the room in that short amount of time. The dresser had been moved to the other side of the room, and somehow a lamp had appeared on top of it. There was a few figures on the dresser that he guessed Renee had set there, and also some posters that she had obviously hung up. One of her bags lay open beside the dresser. Posters from movies, bands and cartoons hung about the room in a messy manner. He couldn't help but approve at her movie choices.

"Hmm.." Bloo muttered and crossed his arms. Finally fixing his eyes on the others, he saw them all pushing/pulling the bed to put on the right corner of the room, closer to the door. Renee was on Frankie's side, her back to the mattress as she tried to keep her feet rooted to the floor, trying to help as much as possible.

"I'm telling you guys, I can help too!" She grunted out, her face red from the effort. Frankie groaned a little.

"Renee, Wilt and I will handle it! Go back to decorating your room!" The redhead told her as gently as she could. Wilt lost his grip, causing the bed to be pushed back a bit.

"Opps, sorry." He grinned sheepishly as Frankie glared at him. Wilt grabbed the edge of the bed again, and continued to pull it to its desired spot near the wall. Bloo smirked and began heading that way, slowly taking his time. Mac was trying to help too, then when he saw Bloo, he let go of the bed and went to the friend's side.

"Hey, Bloo, why don't you go and get Eduardo?" Mac asked, a little breathless. Bloo blinked at the sudden gesture, but as he thought about it, Ed would most likely scare Renee since she was a girl and all.

And he'd been dying to get back at her for wacking him.

Smiling a quaint smile that held a message of its own, he raced out of the room to find the purple imaginary friend. Mac blinked in confusion and turned back to the bed. Wilt and Frankie were doing most of the work now. The tall, red imaginary friend was pulling while Frankie was pushing. Renee had long given up from exhaustion. She flopped on the floor, her arms and legs in all angles.

Wilt and Frankie were already getting more done than she couldn't gotten done by herself, and she was grateful they were helping. Although she was used to pushing a bed, her room now and then were slightly different in distance when pushing beds. Walking over to Mac, she decided to get to know the kid better since she was living there now.

"Hey, Mac, was it? What's up?" She tried to ask as casually as she could, but as in the past with her luck, she tripped over her own air. Throwing her arms out, she caught Mac's arm before she hit the ground, successfully pulling the boy with her as she tumbled to the floor. "Ow..." She muttered, and pushed herself up slowly. Groaning softly, Mac sat up only to come face-to-face with the girl.

He froze.

She didn't seem to realize what position she was in, and as the seconds ticked by, Mac's face was turning redder and redder. Clearing his throat loudly, Renee popped open her eyes to see Mac's brown ones. It took her a few more seconds than he'd would've liked, but she finally sported a small blush and stood up quickly. "Oh, uh.. s-sorry, man." She babbled out softly and stood awkwardly, rubbing her elbow. He eventually got to his feet as well, and avoided looking at her.

"Uhm.. i-it's.. agh.. fine. Nothing.. m-much, Renee." He stuttered, answering her earlier question, and glanced at her.

"Ren." She mumbled and finally looked at him. Turning toward her, he raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Ren. Please, call me Ren. My mom calls me Renee, my friends call me Ren." She explained, and allowed a small smile to cross her face. Quickly, she reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear, realizing too late that the action wasn't needed as the strand of hair fell back over her eye, laying against her cheek. The seconds ticked by, Mac was hurriedly trying to think up something to say in the awkward silence. Finally having got the bed to its designated location, Frankie and Wilt stood smiling at the two suddenly shy kids.

"Awe, isn't that just adorable? This reminds me of that one episode of The Loved and the Loveless. Two people meet, then they gradually fall in love." She sighed then glanced at Wilt to see him giving her an odd look. "What?"

"Frankie, I'm sorry, but they are not old enough to fall in love. A crush, maybe, but Mac's not even 10 years old yet." The tall crimson friend said softly to not attract the attention of the two being spoken of. Frankie sighed and looked skeptically at Wilt.

"I know, Wilt. But, can't you just sense the future they have together?"

"Frankie.." The tall, red imaginary friend sighed. No use to argue with her. He glanced around, his eye landing on Ren's other bags. "Do you think that she'll want help unpacking?"

"I dunno." Giving up, Wilt sat down on the bed. Frankie ignored the friend and gazed at the two, trying to read their expressions. By the looks of things, Mac was having trouble speaking. The young woman's smile widened. Back with Mac and Renee, he finally angled his thoughts onto one particular topic.

"O-okay, uh.. Ren, are you going to be going to the elementary school down the road?" He asked, in what he hoped was as casually as he wanted it to sound. She blinked at the sudden question, then shrugged.

"I don't think I can, since my legal guardian isn't here." Ren said almost disappointed. But seconds later, a large smile took up half her face. "But I'm not worried about it. Maybe I can help Frankie around the house during the day." Mac blinked and shook his head.

"But don't you think--" He tried, but was interrupted by Bloo racing in the room, a sort of 'Oh-crap' look on his face.

"Hey, Mac. Um.. you might wanna stay clear the door. Ed's coming pretty quick." The blue friend quickly said, then ran near the closet to avoid a catastrophe. Glancing wairly at Mac, Renee turned around to see that Frankie and Wilt had already gotten her bed in place, and it seemed they were relaxing. Blinking slowly, she realized that the floor was shaking slightly.

"H-h-hey, wh-what's h-h-happening?" She stuttered out, slightly in confusion.

Then everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Heavy, shaking footsteps made the hallway shake, and Frankie groaned in the background muttering, "Oh, no.." Then seconds later, a huge purple.. creature ran into the room, looked around frantically. His large eyes landing on Renee, he ran over and scooped the poor girl up, shaking her back and forth. Decidedly freaked out, she tried to turn around and get a good look at her attacker, when she noticed the thing was sprouting tears like a sprinkler, and was speaking words in broken english. Quite loudly, she dully noted, wincing as her ear drums were brutally attacked.

Groaning, Frankie threw her hand on her forehead, Wilt following almost simultaneously. Throwing his hand over his good eye, he sighed. "Oh, no.."

"Oh, Senora Renee, I so glad you not squished by the evil, heavy bed!" He wailed. Bloo giggled at the freaked out look on the girl's face, and creeped to the door to get a better look.

"Whoa! Whoa, whoa! Who said I was squished by a bed?" Ren suddenly shouted over the screams of the hairy creature. Although she had a pretty good idea who did. Eduardo blinked at her confused expression.

"Hola? You in there? Bloo, I think she faint." He said to the blue figure by the door. Finally getting a better look at the.. protector.. her savior, she guessed, she gasped. He had huge teeth like a saber tooth tiger. Horns like some fairy tale mythical creature, and he had a skull buckle belt with wrestler type pants and boots. She blinked at him and in two seconds flat, her eyes expanded to the size of expensive designer plates and a large smile crawled its way onto her face. By the door, Bloo was impatiently expecting some scream to erupt from Renee.

It did, but not the type he was hoping.

"OH MY GOSH!" She screamed, and just as Eduardo was about to drop her from the loud sudden noise, she jerked her arms free from his vice grip and did her best to throw her arms around his neck. "Hi, how are you? I'm Renee, but I guess you already know that. You look so cool, I love you already, and I don't even know your name. Am I talking too much? Did I tell you how cool you look? Your outfit reminds me of my best friend Lee from my old school, and--"

"STOP!" A loud voice erupted and echoed the entire room. Seconds ticked by when everyone realized the voice came from Wilt, and as soon as he realized what he'd done, he was sure glad his crimson fur hid his enormous blush. Ren had been talking so fast, that everyone was getting a headache from trying to understand her. "Oh, sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.." He trailed off, then gave up. "Renee, this is Eduardo, one of the sweetest imaginary friends you'll meet." Wilt introduced with a smile, and then rubbed the back of his head. Renee turned from Wilt to Eduardo, her eyes sparkling.

"Wow.. Hi, Ed. Do you mind if I call you Ed?" The purple friend practically glowed, and his cheeks turned red.

"Oh, I don't mind. Everybody does anyway."

"Hey! What about me?" A familiar voice suddenly screamed, making Ed drop Renee in surprise.

"Ouch.." She muttered and sat up. Looking up, she saw that Bloo had been the one to shout, his arms raised as he glared at nothing imparticular. Despite the fact that he'd been quiet that whole time. Mac glanced at his imaginary friend.

"What about you, Bloo?" Mac asked, and raised an eyebrow. Renee stood slowly, then a mocking huge smile found its way onto her face and she goose-walked toward the blue blob, her arms wrapped around her back. As soon as the realization of what he shouted sunk in, he blinked and his arms lowered slowly. Then quick as lightening, his stub of an arm flew over his mouth. Mac smirked and laughed. "Oh, Bloo. Do you want some affection too?" As soon as those words came from his creator, he shrieked and his eyes widened.

"What?" His voice raised two octaves, and he backed into the wall. Renee giggled at his extreme discomfort, and continued making her way slowly toward him.

"Oh, come on, Bloo. You want me give you compliments? Give you a big hug? Cuz, I will." Her voice was dripping with honey.

"NO, stay away from me! I will bite you!" Renee scoffed and rolled her eyes. Frankie burst out laughing at Bloo's frantic threat, and Wilt grinned.

"Yeah, Bloo. Let her give you a hug. I'm sure you want an apology from her behavior from earlier, don't you?" The redhead giggled out and stood up, making the same path as Renee was but quicker. Before Ren could make it to the frantic Bloo, Frankie grabbed the girl and brought her ear to her mouth, whispering frantically. Everyone watched as a smile lit up Ren's face and she snuck a glance at Bloo. The poor imaginary friend paled. Thinking quickly what the girls were planning, Mac ran to the door and shut it loudly, making Bloo jump. He jerked his head to his creator.

"Mac! What are you doing?!" Mac laughed.

"Setting a show." He replied and pointed to Renee, who had been finally released with an even bigger smile adorning her face. Bloo screamed and ran to Mac, who blocked the door.

"What kind of sick show is this?" Bloo whined and clawed at the door. Renee giggled at his antics and continued her journey. Her instructions had been clear.

1. Freak out Bloo.

2. Make him appologize for breaking rules that effect Frankies' job.

"Chores? You're going to make me do chores?! Who said I'd do 'em, huh?" He glared at Frankie, his arms folded. Blue engulfed his vision, when he realized Ren was suddenly in his face. He'd totally forgotten about her. He screamed and jumped back, only to hit the door hard. Sweat started to pour down his face. "Um.. what exactly.. are you gonna do there, Ren?" His eyes were wide. The Maxell girl giggled and leaned foward until she was only inches from his face. A few feet away, Mac grinned. Oh, how he enjoyed seeing his imaginary friend so uncomfortable. It was hilarious. Quick as lightening, Renee's arms shot out, winding around Bloo's form and plucking him from the ground just as he was about ready to dive out of the way. He shrieked, his body jerking this way and that, his arms waving frantically. "NOO! I hate hugs! Let me goooooooo!"

"Never!" Renee whispered deadly in his nonexistant ear, and he froze and gulped. This was way too close for comfort. Nuzzling his face to her neck, she sat down and began her mission. She'd always been a cuddler. Always an animal person, always the person to hold an animal for long periods of time. But this particular imaginary friend was protesting so much, she'd soon lose her grip on him. Tightening her arms, she sat Bloo in her lap. "Now." Ren stated in a calm voice. Bloo's face was downcast as he searched for a way out. "Do I have to go extreme, or do you just wanna talk about your problems?" She asked, her voice sickly sweet, and a grin plastered on her face. Frankie, Wilt, Ed, and Mac all were choking back giggles at this scene.

Blooregard. The house prankster. The blue friend who usually avoids any physical contact with any other person, was sitting in a girl's lap, being talked to like a baby. Everyone could tell he wouldn't last much longer. The blue friend was very smart when he wanted to be, but other times, he was just practically a moron. For all they knew, his quietness was him thinking on an escape plan.

And he certainly was. His eyes darted this way and that. A thinking glare set on his face. From what he knew about Renee was that she was stubborn, and was a girl. Not a big list, but he could work with that. Suddenly, the word 'cute' flew through his mind. Madam Foster called him cute earlier. Did that mean everyone else thought so? Taking a glance up at her, he saw that she hadn't taken her gaze off him. Ren was waiting for him to freak out. To submit to chores. He wasn't about to let that happen. Grinning a small grin of his own, a plan formulated in his mind.

As he pieced it together, he went for it.

"Oh, yes Renee, let's talk about my problems!" He practically shouted, finally letting his face be shown. With his good acting skills, he allowed a very cocky, almost flirty grin his face. "I can't believe I've kept it hidden for so long. Almost an hour and a half!" Renee blinked slowly a few times, her face frozen in time. She was having a hard time figuring this out. Her brain wouldn't connect the signals that Bloo was giving her.

"Uh.." She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "..Kept what hidden?" Mac gaped slightly. Boy, was Bloo going all out this time. Frankie and Wilt were still grinning. They knew what Bloo was doing. He was getting out of a situation like he always did. One of Blooregard Q. Kazoo's powers were his ability to be absolutely manipulating when the time called for it. And Renee was totally having to control herself from dumping him on the floor. He was reminding her of some of the guys back at her old school. Except, none of those guys this horrible at it. She gave him a deadpan look. Bloo rolled his eyes in his head, but continued. He loosened himself slightly, and brought himself close to her face. Somehow, a french mustache appeared on his face.

"Why, my love for you, my dear. Ever since you walked through that door, I've controlled myself far too long. But this.. is true!" Bloo even added his horrible french accent. It was absolutely amazing for everybody behind the two 'lovebirds' to keep a straight face. They were all very shocked. They hadn't seen this trick of Bloo's. Renee's eyes widened slightly, but as soon as it registered in her head that he was pulling a fast one on her, she came back with her own finale.

"You must be lying, my love! I saw you with another!" Renee even allowed a few tears through her eyes to the added effect. The Maxell girl released her grip to throw an arm over her eyes, and turned away from the imaginary friend. As Frankie watched on, she couldn't help but shed a small tear. They were really getting into it. It was like watching The Loved and the Loveless. Bloo hadn't moved, but he seemed a bit surprised that she was playing along. He let a grin fall on his face, but it disappeared as soon as it showed up.

"I do not lie! Who you saw with me, was in fact my best friend!" The room was dead silent. Mac, Eduardo, Frankie and Wilt were intent on this little dramatic scene that had randomly taken place. Renee turned to Bloo.

"My love, how can I be so sure your love is pure? I do not wish to be more than anything we are now!" Bloo thought a minute. Okay, this was going too far in the wrong direction. She didn't seem to be freaking out like he wanted. She was playing along, and even he could admit he was having fun, but at the rate it was going, they'd soon end up in the wrong situation. Mentally shrugging, he sighed, his face taking on agony and some despair that was way too fake.

"Must I do everything for you, my lady?"

"Yes, you must! Because if not, then how can I be so sure that we can live happily ever after?"

"Who ever said there was such a thing as that?"

"Who said there wasn't? Don't you believe in miracles? Don't you believe in true love?" With each question Renee asked, she drew closer and closer to Bloo. He didn't seem to notice. He was busy trying to argue with her about such a thing as 'happily ever after'. With a glare on each of their faces, they took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Backing away from each other, they released their gazes on each other and turned to the others.

"Ahh.. fine. I'll do one chore." Bloo mumbled. "But ONLY something easy and quick." He turned and gave a quick glare to Renee, who in turn gave him a very victorious, cocky grin. Suddenly, applause errupted throughout the room. Shocked, Bloo and Ren gazed around at the others, before side-glancing at one another.

"That was awesome, guys!" Mac ran up to them. "I didn't know you two were so alike!"

"Me neither! I was enjoying that! You guys have to do it again sometime." Frankie patted them both on the head, heading out of the room. Eduardo grinned and waved, following Frankie.

"Awesome scene, Bloo! You were right with him, Renee!" Wilt cheered, a huge grin on his face as he too exited Renee's new room. Mac glanced between them before nodding to himself. They were still staring at each other, with an almost shocked look on their faces.

"I'll let you two get to know each other." And with that, he was gone. As soon as the door shut behind Mac, a bomb exploded.

"I am so not like you!" They both shouted at each other, their voices almost the same octave. Bloo grit his teeth, glowering at the girl, while she crossed her arms and glared heavily.

"Dude, that was so lame. Could you not come up with a better accent than that?" Renee scoffed. "I could do better than that!" The blue friend shook violently with rage, his eyes narrowed.

"Oh, you think you could handle putting up with me for the next..." He paused, his glare diminishing completely as he looked at her confused. "Um.. how old are you?" Renee blinked, her arms uncrossing.

"Eh.. nine I suppose. I'll be ten in like two months." Bloo looked shocked.

"Seriously? Man, when you get your license, you have to drive me places! Frankie never does!" Renee clapped her hands together excitedly.

"Dude! You know what would be an awesome ideal? When I get my license, then me, you and Mac go to the Super Funland down the road!" Bloo blinked, and raised an eyebrow.

"But, we could walk there." Renee grinned a cocky grin.

"Yeah, but it'd be more fun to show up in a car." Bloo processed this information, he grinned too. Throwing up his stub, they highfived.

"Nice!" He shouted, then rubbed his appendages together. "Operation 'Get license to drive places' happens in.." Renee counted on her fingers, at the same time Bloo was.

"Six years!" They shouted at the same time, erupting in giggles moments after. After they calmed down, they soon realized what they were doing and what they'd been arguing about before the whole 'buddy-buddy' chat, they glared again.

"Now, like I was saying.." Bloo began.

"I betcha I could keep up with you. I used to babysit two-year-olds." The blue friend rolled his eyes.

"Oh, so I'm being compared with babies! Great!" Renee giggled slightly, and crossed her arms.

"Yup. Deal. So what do ya wanna bet how long I can last?" Bloo thought a minute. "How about... one week. That's about the time that Frankie threatens to run me over with the Foster's bus." Ren blinked.

"She's.. violent, isn't she?"

"Yup." Shaking his head roughly at how easily they could get off subject, he glared again. "Alright, the bet is set. In one week, we'll see if you're ready to jump out through the window to get away." Reaching out their hands, they shook on it, glares on their faces. One with determination, and one with smug satisfaction.

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Author's Note: Duuuuuuude. I feel 100 better than I did about a month ago! I think I've finally gotten my brain back! No pun intended. ANYWHO. Yup, this story isn't exactly the best, but ya know, I've been feeling a little sarcastic lately. That's why Renee and Bloo are like.. getting along so well without even knowing it. This may be a bit boring. Who knows? Whelp talk to ya later peoples!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bloo, Mac, Wilt, Frankie, Eduardo, Madam Foster.. or anybody else I mentioned in here. I forget these things. Blah.