So... this story might have come to an end a lot sooner than people might have expected. I guess that's just the way I operate. Let me start off by saying that this was one of my favorite stories to write in this series-regardless of how weird everything was. XD I guess that some people are off-put by that, and that's okay. Just as long as they understand that I'm just trying to write a good story and give the readers of this series an ending that they deserve. Honestly, when I was trying to come up with this sequel, I tried to think of so many ways to avoid this route, but when I realized how sweet the story was underneath it all, I thought it would be worth it. I hope that you guys will find it worth it too. Now I can't even imagine Mac and Bloo living a life without Junior! XD

Well, I should correct myself: this is not quite an ending. After all, Mac still has some loose ends that he'll have to tie up here and there... say with his mother, perhaps? But for now it's left open ended, and up to the reviewers to decide if they want to see a sequel or not.

Thank you for everyone who took the time to read this crazy little story I typed up. I should also say thank you for not flaming me XD And for the future, thanks for all the reviewers. You guys all make writing these worth it!

Six Months Later

"Ugh!" Mac paced about, stomping across the tiles of the foyer. He slapped his clipboard impatiently against his thigh. "Bloppypants, where's Fluffer Nutter and Jackie?"

"Here, Mac!" Jackie's deep, throaty voice called out as he slid down the railing, a disheveled Fluffer Nutter trailing behind.

"Everybody, come on!" Mac rushed another crowd of imaginary friends to the stairs. "It's almost time to take the picture! Shortest people down in front, tallest people at the back!"

Mr. Herriman hopped up and disapprovingly cleared his throat. "Master Mac, we have a certain alphabetical order that we go through every year…"

"Wilt's head is always cut off," Mac protested, shaking his head. "He looks weird. Trust me on this, Mr. Herriman. It's going to be a great picture. One she'll be proud of."

Mr. Herriman smiled briefly, and then obediently took his spot in front of the staircase. A pregnant Frankie came out of the kitchen, with Vince trailing protectively beside her. Frankie rubbed her extended stomach and gave Mac the thumbs up as she waddled to her spot beside Mr. Herriman.

"One, two, three…" Mac used his pen to count the heads. He nibbled on the cap as he finished. "That's about one hundred and fifty… I think we're missing someone…" Mac rapped the pen against the side of his head.

"Mac, I'm surprised at you!" Bloo cried out mockingly. "Forgetting your son and awesome boyfriend? Too cold!"

Bloo stood in the left hallway with Junior balanced on his hip. A mischievous grin teased across his formless lips.

Mac sighed happily. "There's what I was looking for." He took a now three year old Junior from Bloo's arms and kissed his forehead. "My champ."

Shutter, the camera imaginary friend, stood at the front of the foyer, positioned and ready to take the annual house photo. A mirror was propped up in front to catch his reflection for the photo. Mac and Bloo took their spots beside Frankie and Vince.

The countdown began. Excited voices trembling, rocking the walls and ceiling, echoing, were thrown into the air.

"One… two… three… four…"

Suddenly a pair of long limbs reached forward and grabbed Junior from Mac's hands. Junior was then crowd surfed from friend to friend, much to his delight. When he finally reached the top row, Wilt, the tallest friend helped to hold him up above the whole audience, like he was king of the world. Junior shrieked with excitement and all the friends smiled and laughed at his reaction.

"That's our boy," Bloo said, smiling proudly at Mac. "You know, I think he's going to be an awesome kid."

"He already is."

"Well, you know. Maybe he'll be as awesome as me…"

Mac gave a sarcastic eye roll and aggravated sigh—

"—or even better, as awesome as you."

Mac grinned, blushing at the simple comment. They leaned in to kiss as the countdown ended.

"…Eighteen… Nineteen…Twenty!" the room lit up with smiles, and as the flash clicked off, the memory was captured.

The End