Blooregard Q. Kazoo was slumped in the arms of Delilah, a strange girl he saw a lot of nowadays. They'd both despised each other at first meeting, (which I'll talk about later), but soon after had realized how much they actually shared in common with one another. Since then they'd grown quite attached, and Bloo visited her most weeks, mainly when he was bored. They were lying on her bed in the small flat she lived in about 5 blocks away from Foster's, and were discussing pop-tarts.

"Heh-heh, yeah.." Bloo replied in answer to Delilah's previous point, "-and I loveeeee the ones with sprinkles on them, too- don'tcha just love those ones? The sprinkly ones..?"

"Yeah, Bloo, I do…" Delilah said, beaming with her bright smile and blue eyes into Bloo's even Blooer eyes, "…We can get some from WalMart later if you're staying til after dinner…?"

Bloo twisted his lips. He seriously adored that offer, he definitely did wanna stay and hang out some more with Delilah and then go to Wal-Mart wit Delilah and then eat dinner with Delilah and then consumebeautiful sugary sprinkly pop-tarts with Delilah til his teeth ached and stomach hurt like nothing else then have some more fun with Delilah, but he knew he couldn't. Although it didn't matter whatsoever to him, he'd already skipped some meeting thing at Foster's to go see Delilah, and was probably missing out on some important gossip. Plus, he'd had a night planned with the boys (such as Wilt & Eduardo) in the arcade playing Space Invaders, and he was desperate to see the looks on both of their faces once he finally beat Eduardo's high score. Although he was still quite torn between the two, so he frowned to show Delilah his indecision and disappointment that going back to Foster's would have to be the final decision.

"Sorry, D, as much as I'd love to do that so much… I think the folks need me back at Foster's, which sucks ass, I know… how about tomorrow?!"

Delilah's expression turned from peaceful to pissed. She pushed Bloo off her stomach, sat up, crossed her arms, and smooshed her face into a glare. She was always so good at these facial expressions. And although he'd known her for about 6 weeks now, Bloo still seemed to fall for them.

"Awww, D, come on…!" he cried, clinging to her arm.

Delilah's face suddenly became manic, and she laughed in Bloo's face, poking him hard.

"Haha! You're too easy, B! As long as I get to go to-"

"-No!" Bloo said, suddenly holding her long fingernail back with one arm, catching on that she was at it again, asking if she could visit Foster's this time to see him. She'd been doing it for the past month or so, and he just managed to stop her every time before she got too deep into the gritty details. No matter how much she pried and asked "Why the hell not, B?" or moaned "It's not freakin' fair! You've been round here about a million times and I haven't been round there once!" he'd just answer "No!" in order to stop them going any further through the doors of Foster's. It was like there he'd never talk about Delilah, and with Delilah he'd never talk about Foster's. He liked to keep both parts of his life on secretive terms for different reasons.

"-Uhhhh! Beeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

This time it really did seem Delilah meant it when she glared once again and began beating the bed mattress with her fists. She stopped, her nostrils flared, and stared at Bloo with flying daggers.

"-But you PROMISED!"

That was true. Bloo had mentioned the last time he'd seen Delilah – and maybe the time before that – AND the time before that – that he'd let her come to Foster's the next time she went to meet him… but he still didn't feel like letting her see that side of his life even though he trusted her almost completely. What would she think of it? She probably wouldn't want to hang out with him anymore after meeting some of the others (who had way different interests to him, even including his creator Mac) who lived there with him.

He tried to perform the puppy eyes on her again.

"-I know, D, and I'm sowwy…"

"-I'ma find my own way there!!" she said, her face suddenly jumping at his again, her arms now clasped tightly around his, teeth gritted. She was such a psycho at times. "I'm telling you, I bet it's easy…You said it's 5 blocks-!"

"-It's-" but Bloo couldn't argue. He was actually getting into the Delilah-dare state of mind again. Y'see, B and D always had bets on that one of them couldn't perform a specific task, just like mischievous mates do, and past examples had included whether Bloo could run around Delilah's whole block in the total nude (even though that didn't take much – he's practically naked, anyway, so he won that one), whether he could eat 20 super-sharp-fudge-fudgies in one go (only just won that one), and whether Delilah could shoplift 4 items from the make-up section at Walmart (of course, Delilah got away with that one).

Bloo immediately began chattering again.

"-Okay… I bet… that you can't make it to Foster's by 1'oclock tomorrow!"

They were both grinning their evil grins simultaneously, their faces just a few centimetres apart. But Delilah's grin was still the widest and creepiest.

"-It's awn, Mr. Poptart!"