Bad news, guys. I don't know how, but all previous 20 chapters of The Best Friends are Imaginary was recently deleted when my computer ran out of room, and now they're gone if you can believe it. But even though I'm bummed out that I lost all 500-something pages I spent a lot of time writing, I realize it's not the end of the world, and I'll happily keep writing this story because I love it to death.

But with that depressing note out of the way, let's get on with the story!

Cookie Dough

With winter just barely over, the rainy season was hitting hard. And unfortunately, Foster's Home wasn't able to keep itself up in the rain with its old and rickety and hole-filled roof, so Madame Foster and Mr. Herriman had to turn to drastic measures.

"I say, I am quite surprised the roof lasted as long as it did. I suppose we will have to dip into the emergency fund for a new one," Mr. Herriman pointed out with surprise, as he and his creator were in his office, Madame Foster holding an umbrella despite the risk of bad luck, and they both stood in front of a large, golden safe in the wall.

"Yessiree!" Madame Foster confirmed, and so Mr. Herriman began turning the dial to punch in the right code, and it wasn't long before the heavy door slowly creaked open.

But when the rabbit peeked is head inside, he wasn't happy with what he saw.

"Madame?"

"Yes?" Madame Foster asked as she too peeked her head down the safe.

"Why is the emergency fund missing?"

"Oh, that! I almost forgot! I spent it last year to buy this golden-plated safe."

"I see. You spent our entire emergency fund on a container for the emergency fund," Herriman stated matter-of-factly.

"That would be true."

"So, we have no money for a new roof?"

"Well, if ya want ta put a negative spin on it, sure we don't! But look on the bright side: it's a beautiful safe! That's REAL golden-colored paint! Glorius!" Madame Foster laughed, only making Mr. Herriman facepalm in disappointment.

And thanks to Madame Foster's naivety, the residents of Foster's Home suffered from the leaky roof, and they usually bickered over it together at the dining table for dinner.

"Aw, soup again?" Bloo whined, as Frankie placed a bowl of liquid in front of him.

"It's meatloaf," Frankie grimly pointed out, and Bloo picked up the bowl and spilt the meatloaf and rain water.

"Ugh, I can't live like this anymore!" Bloo snapped when multiple drops of freezing cold rain fell on his head.

"No kidding? Just this morning, my coffee was turned into an espresso," Bella added dryly, as she grabbed the table cloth and pulled it over her head for cover.

"We need a new roof! I had to SWIM to dinner!" Bloo went on angrily.

"There's a moat around the rec rooms," Wilt pointed out.

"My fur is muy soaky and smelly," Eduardo cried as his beautiful fur was getting ruined by the rain leaking through the roof.

"Coco!" Coco cheered as she opened her mouth to catch the rain in her beak and drink it.

"The point remains: something must be done! An imaginary friend cannot live underwater forever!" Bloo exclaimed, but suddenly leaned to the side towards an imaginary dog-fish hybrid in a fish bowl, "present company excluded, Fido."

"Well, I'm sorry, guys, but Madame Foster just doesn't have the money to fix the roof right now. Unless you guys wanna find ways to raise money, we'll just have ta live with a few leaks for the rest of winter," Frankie explained.

"'Raise the money', eh?" Bloo repeated with a smirk, causing a literal light bulb to light up above his head.

"Stop sneaking up on me like that, Bulby! I was in the middle of a thought!" Bloo snapped at the imaginary light bulb friend, making him sigh and float away sadly, "now, where was I? …Ah, yes! 'Raise the money', eh?"

But Bloo's "brilliant" idea to raise money for Foster's wasn't as well thought out, as it involved him dragging Bella out into the freezing cold wind and rain, and they set of a lemonade stand.

"This is never gonna work," Bella sighed as she hid underneath the cloth-covered table to get out of the bad weather, and Bloo stood up on a box while wearing a fuzzy, orange winter hat and scarf.

"Oh, shush! You're just being a hater!" Bloo hissed down at her, but then he raised his voice to begin advertising, "get your lemonade here! Ice cold lemonade! Oh, excuse me, miss!"

Bloo caught the attention of a woman dressed in heavy winter clothes, and she was hunched over to try and keep warm under her umbrella.

"We're try to raise money to buy a new roof for our foster home, so would you like a glass of cold, refreshing lemonade?" Bloo asked kindly while pouring the lady a glass of lemonade. But the wind suddenly picked up and turned the woman's umbrella inside out, angering her and she soon stomped away.

"Hmm, must not like lemonade, or foster homes," Bloo figured.

"Yeah, THAT'S her problem," Bella scoffed, but Bloo only ignored her and went back to advertising.

"Ice cold lemonade! Very refreshing, and not from concentrate!" As Bloo went on, he managed to catch another person's attention, a man who was also dressed in a big winter coat, and he carried a briefcase.

"Sure, why not?" the man asked with a smile.

"You got it!" Bloo confirmed while preparing to pour the lemonade into a plastic cup…but when the lemonade wouldn't budge from the pitcher, the man was starting to lose his patience. So, Bloo smiled innocently at him and started shaking the pitcher desperately, only for a pitcher-shaped block of frozen lemonade to plop down and crush the cup.

"'Not from concentrate', huh? Right," the man grumbled and stomped away just like the last unsatisfied customer.

"Well done, David Ogilvy," Bella cheered sarcastically.

"Hey, guys!" Mac called, as he was finally oming to visit, and he was wearing a red hoodie, "what're you doing?"

"We're raising money to help Foster's buy a new roof—though, Bella here ain't much of a help—so I'M selling lemonade. I've seen it in movies," Bloo replied while glaring down at Bella, who only stuck her tongue out in defense.

"But it's the dead of winter," Mac pointed out flatly.

"And…?" Bloo questioned.

"It's cold out."

"And…?"

"It's raining."

"And…?"

"Nobody's gonna buy ice cold lemonade when it's already ice cold out."

"Stop it!" Mac snapped.

"Mac, maybe you didn't hear me: I've seen it in movies," Bloo declared firmly.

"Was it summer in those movies? Ya know, summer, the season when people actually drink lemonade?" Mac asked in annoyance.

…

"Ya know, it seems so obvious now that ya say it," Bloo stated with realization.

"Oh, Bloo, Bella, you are both sweeter than a bug in a rug to help me like this!" Madame Foster called as she walked outside with winter wear and a plate of hot cookies, "here, I made you some cookies to keep you nice and warm."

"Forget it! I'm packin' it up!" Bloo ranted while ripping off the lemonade sign and crumpling it up, "apparently, according ta Mr. Smarty Pants over here, my idea was lacking logic."

"As well as your head," Bella joked while poking her head out from under the table.

"Well, it was nice of you two try. It's the thought that counts," Madame Foster sweetly pointed out.

"Whatever," Bloo grumbled. But just as he gave up hope, another woman, wearing a winter coat and carrying an open umbrella, walked by, and she stopped when she smelled the delicious cookies.

"Hey, are those cookies for sail?"

"Sorry, lady, this last cause of a fund raiser is closin' up shop," Bloo replied dryly.

"Oh, too bad. I'd give anything for a piping hot cookie like that," the woman sighed sadly, but this gave Bloo, Mac and Bella a great idea.

"Five bucks!" the trio told her as they held up the plate of cookies to her, and she eventually paid full price for a cookie.

And with that, they set up a new stand, and started selling the cookies, successfully attracting more and more paying customers.

"Get your cookies here! Piping hot cookies! Five bucks each!" Bloo called out, as Bella took in the money and Mac handed out the cookies.

"Man, these are delicious! What're they called?" a man asked out of curiosity, his voice muffled with chewed cookie still in his mouth.

"Foster's Famous Triple Chocolate Chip Cookies!" Mac, Bloo and Bella replied in unison, and the customers cheered.

"Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!" Frankie shouted rapidly when she saw the stand, and her hands started shaking with excitement.

"Hi, Frankie," Mac greeted.

"Are these Madame Foster's cookies?! No way, I LOVE these cookies! These cookies are my life! She's made them since I was a kid! Gimme ten dozen! No, twenty dozen!" Frankie went on and on, smiling like a crazed maniac, and she grabbed numerous boxes of cookies left and right.

"Are you serious?! She only makes them once a year!" Frankie pointed out shakily, but then Mac and Bella realized the problem.

"Only once a year?" Mac asked with worry.

"That's not good," Bella pointed out.

"Come, be a part of the sensation that's sweeping the nation!" Bloo shouted into an intercom system(that he somehow built into the stand), "the chocolate confection that's baked to perfect! The homemade concoction that's free of dioxin!"

But when Bloo started using bigger words, everyone went quiet and stared at the blob in confusion.

"What? You don't know what dioxins are? Ok, they're infused with several energetic or heterozygous hydrocarbons that occur in impurities and petroleum distillates, like meat and dairy products."

They only continued to stare in silence.

"What Einstein means to say is, they're bad for you!" Bella announced into the microphone after snatching it from Bloo, "seriously, since when are you such a nerd?"

"I'm not a nerd, I just have the memory of an elephant," Bloo protested with a cocky smile.

Later that day, most of the customers and boxes of cookies disappeared, and they were selling the last box to the last customer.

"That's the last box. But come back tomorrow, and we'll have twice as many," Bloo told the customer while giving her the box.

"Yeah, about that…" Mac piped up while grabbing the box of money they made.

"What do ya mean you won't make anymore cookies?!" Bloo asked Madame Foster in disbelief, after Mac and Bella tried to tell him themselves, but he didn't believe them. So, he wanted to ask Madame Foster himself.

"I am sorry as a clam, Sweety, but I only make them once a year. That's what makes them special," Madame Foster explained gently while grabbing out some ice cream from the fridge, as the others had found her in the kitchen.

"Are you kidding?! Do you even know what 'special' means?! Do I need ta get a dictionary for you?!" Bloo asked hysterically.

"Hey, calm down. We made enough money to buy a new roof, anyway," Bella pointed out, and Mac shook the box to shake the money around to prove her point.

"And I'm delighted as punch for your help," Madame Foster laughed, and she headed out of the kitchen with a bowl of ice cream.

"I don't care about some stupid roof anymore! We could get rich off these cookies! Rich, I say, rich!" Bloo angrily protested, but he soon shrunk down in embarrassment when he noticed that numerous other imaginary friends came into the kitchen to get some ice cream too, and they heard what Bloo said.

"Uh, I-I mean…we have a responsibility to the customers, which mean everything to us. It's ALL about the customers! They're our future!"

"Ya know, you could just sell them again next year," Bella pointed out.

"Next year?! Who knows how long that'll be?!" Bloo asked with shock, and Bella only looked at him with a cocked eyebrow.

Later that night, Bloo was having trouble sleeping, as he was tossing and turning while thinking about the cookies and how he could make a lot of money off of them.

"Hey, psst! Psst! Psssst!" Bloo hissed quietly to try and wake Bella, but she was sound asleep, curled up into a fluffy and feathery ball.

"I said 'PSSST'!" Bloo angrily whisper-shouted while grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her violently. But even when he managed to wake her, she woke with a fright and screamed in terror, waking up their roommates with a start too; Wilt bumped his head on the bottom bunk, Coco jumped out of her nest, and Eduardo screamed while accidentally tumbling out of bed.

"Shh, shh, shhh!" Bloo shushed, and managed to calm everyone down, "now listen, I need your guys' help. We need ta get that cookie recipe from Madame Foster."

"But that would be stealing," Wilt pointed out.

"No, no, no! We're like Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and giving to the needy," Bloo protested.

"So, we're giving away the cookies to the needy?" Wilt questioned.

"No, WE'RE the needy. WE need that dough…heh-heh, get it? 'Kneed dough'?" Bloo chuckled.

"Yeah, nice dad joke," Bella complimented sarcastically.

"And I don't know, Bloo. It's still technically stealing," Wilt pondered aloud.

"Wilt, you're missing the point. If we get that recipe, we can make people happy. We fixed Madame Foster's roof for her, and look how happy it made her. And I had enough money left over to buy that awesome flat screen plasma TV Bella and I dreamed about since we were wee little adolescents," Bloo explained innocently while suddenly pulling Bella close, and he smiled up at his friends with a bi smile and sparkly eyes.

"'We'? That was YOUR dream…though, I will admit, that TV is pretty awesome," Bella pointed out while pushing Bloo away.

"See? Bella's already on board. Now, what about you, Wilt?" Bloo asked with excitement.

"Well…"

"Great!" Bloo interrupted, and then turned to Coco and Eduardo, "Coco, Eduardo, what about you?"

But the two only exchanged worried glances.

"Ok, what if I cut you each a piece of the pie?" Bloo negotiated with a smirk.

"But I thought we were making cookies,' Eduardo pointed out with confusion.

"It's a chart," Bloo grumbled in disappointment, "this pie shows our profits."

"Ooh, sounds muy delicioso!" Eduardo said with excitement.

"Yes, it IS very delicious, Eduardo—a delicious amount of money for all of us. What do ya say, guys?" Bloo asked with an evil grin.

But Bloo didn't give his friends much time to think anyway, as he dragged them al downstairs and into Mr. Herriman's office, shining a flashlight around to make sure no one else was around.

"Alright, the coast is clear. Thanks, Flashlighty," Bloo said while thanking the imaginary floating flashlight friend.

"Good, then can I go ta bed now?" the flashlight grumbled in frustration while floating out of the office, "always in the middle a' the night. Why doesn't anyone ever wanna hang with me when I'm awake?"

…

"That guy really needs a girlfriend," Bella quietly pointed out.

"We'll discuss romance later. Right now, we gotta get inta that safe. The recipe's gotta be in there," Bloo cut in while pointing at the large golden safe in the wall, but just when they started tip-toeing towards it, he froze in his tracks.

"Wait!" Bloo whispered harshly and pulled out a can of hairspray, and when he sprayed it all around the air, numerous red lasers across the floor suddenly became visible.

"Ooh, pretty…" Bella cooed in awe as he cat instincts started taking over, and her eyes dilated at the sight of the lasers as she tried to touch one.

"I don't really don't think you wanna do that," Bloo stated gently while grabbing Bella and pulling her back, but she kept staring and reaching her paws out to touch the light.

So, as Bloo was busy with holding Bella back, Coco had to lay a rope, and Wilt tied it up to the ceiling, and then the two worked together to tie Eduardo up and lower him down in front of the safe without touching the lasers. But it proved to be difficult with Eduardo being pretty big and heavy.

"Alright, now Coco, carefully toss Eduardo the blow torch," Bloo quietly instructed.

"Co coco?" Coco clucked with a muffle, as she was holding the rope tightly in her beak.

"You forgot to wake Tochy?! How could you forget to wake Torchy?! How else are we gonna break into the safe?!" Bloo ranted on and accidentally raised his voice.

And soon enough, the office doors opened, revealing a rather unamused Mr. Herriman in pajamas; even Bella was snapped out of her trance when she saw the intimidating rabbit.

"Ahem!" Mr. Herriman angrily cleared his throat, making Bloo slowly turn around and cower in his presence.

But Bloo was somehow able to calm Herriman down, as he shooed his other friends out of the office, and he sat him down to have a chat with him and Bella.

"Do you have dreams, Mr. H?" Bloo asked with a smirk, leaning back in his chair without a care, but Bella was sitting in the other chair while wearing a worried look on her face.

"I don't have time for dreams, as they are a complete waste of my time," Mr. Herriman growled in reply.

"Exactly! You are a hard worker, Mr. H, a go-getter, a type-a personality. You're not gonna let anyone or anything stand in your way to stop you from reaching the top, are you?" Bloo asked as he hopped up onto the desk.

"Never," Herriman replied firmly.

"Then what are you waiting for, man? This is your chance to get in on the ground floor, and all you have to do is open that safe for us and get that recipe. So, what do you say, Mr. Herriman—chairman of Foster's Famous Cookies?"

"Chairman? Me?" Mr. Herriman asked with realization, and then he stood up from his seat with pride, "yes, Chairman Herriman! Ooh, I like the sound of that!"

With that, the rabbit was once turning the dial to punch in the correct code, and Bloo looked at Bella with a cocky smirk and crossed his arms.

"Told you I could convince him."

Over the next few days, Bloo managed to make the kitchen busier than a beehive, as numerous of the house's friends were baking, cutting shapes into batter, rolling batter flat, placing hot cookies into boxes, etc. and Bloo and Bella were in the midst of it all, both wearing snazzy, matching black tuxedo tops with red neck ties that they bought from the money they made over past few days.

"Faster, faster! We need fifty dozen cookies by nine AM!" Bloo demanded impatiently while holding a flip phone to his non-existent, as he was currently talking to a client on the other end of the line. And Bella herself was sitting next to Bloo with her back straight, as still as a rock, wearing pitch black sunglasses over her eyes, and she looked as intimidating as the Terminator.

"I'm sorry, Bloo, but we can't work any faster," an exhausted Wilt pointed out, as he wore a pink apron and carried a plate of cookies.

"Yeah, yeah! Mac, could you imagine some more imaginary friends to help with the assembly line? Thanks, you're the best. Don't ever change, kid," Bloo ranted on quickly, and Mac was just barely able to comprehend everything he just said.

"But Bloo, this doesn't seem right," Mac tried to point out, only for Bloo's phone to suddenly ring.

"Ah-ah-ah! I gotta take this!" Bloo snapped and answered the phone, "Toledo…one hundred dozen by tomorrow? You got it! Ciao!"

After the blob hung up, Coco suddenly approached him, a frozen look on her face too, and she wore a headset on her palm tree-shaped head. The bird mash-up then handed Bloo multiple envelopes, and he immediately took them.

"Columbus, New York, Townsville, East and West Covina! We've got orders coming in from across the country! Keep those cookies coming!" Bloo demanded after reading the locations of the envelopes(and he somehow read the text, even though every word only read "coco").

"I'm glad we could have this talk 'cause you and me, ain't NO ONE takin' that away," Bloo immediately resumed his conversation with Mac, who only rolled his eyes and shook his head, as he grabbed three boxes of cookies to take them outside to the stand.

But when Bloo was once again about to take in a deep and prideful breath of his company, it was suddenly interrupted when a rather unexpected house resident entered the kitchen.

"What is going on in here?!" Madame Foster gasped with shock, as she approached Bloo and Bella, and Bella immediately pulled off her sunglasses in fear.

"U-uh, nothing! Just makin' a little snack! Heh-heh…" Bloo nercously replied while grabbing out a cookie, but Madame Foster suddenly snatched it from him and took a bite. And when she recognized the taste, she glared at the blob and the fox/peacock.

"This is MY recipe! How did you get this?"

"He did it," Bella quickly replied and pushed Bloo towards Madame Foster.

"What my C.O.O. means is it's business. Don't blame us, blame our capitalist society," Bloo flatly informed.

"You have no rights," Madame Foster angrily protested.

"Oh, is that your problem? Watch this, toots," Bloo hissed back, and he suddenly snapped his fingers, causing Bella to break out an important suit case, and she opened it to reveal a huge stack of contract papers.

"I had my C.O.O. legalize some contracts to buy you out," Bloo stated dryly while crossing his arms, "sign these, and you'll be able to buy a hundred new roofs."

"B-but I-I don't know where I would put a hundred roofs," Madame Foster stammered innocently.

"Oh, I get your game, playin' hard ball. How about a thousand new roofs, but for that, we get the rights to your recipe, your name, AND your likeness."

"The irreversible improbatory applies to the universe and its subsidiaries," Bella quickly informed, using her mocking bird vocal chords to momentary talk in a deep, Austrian accent(Arnold Schwarzenegger, basically).

"So, whaddya say, Madame Foster? Do we got a deal?" Bloo asked with a smirk.

"Oh, I don't know…" Madame Foster pondered aloud.

"What if I throw in a cookie?" Bloo asked flatly.

"Double chocolate chip?"

"Single."

"Double!"

"Done!" Bloo declared, and handed her a pen to sign to papers in Bella's brief case, "you drive a hard bargain, Foster."

"You bet yer sweet bippy I do!" Madame Foster chuckled after signing in all the necessary places on the contracts, and Bella instantly closed the brief case afterwards.

"Ooh, a free pin! Extra fine point, my favorite!" the little old lady laughed when she took the pen, and she happily left the kitchen.

"Nice Arnold Schwarzenegger impression," Bloo complimented with a smirk.

"Ahem! Thanks, I really try," Bella thanked after clearing throat to go back to her regular voice(Hynden Walch, in case you were wondering).

Frankie had been waiting for hours outside by the cookie stand, as her hair was messy, she was still wearing her work clothes, and she smelled pretty badly. She was frantically checking her clock for nine AM, as the stand opened at nine, and her watch read eight fifty-nine AM. But seconds later, her watch read nine, and she was frantically looking around when there were no cookies or clerks at the stand yet.

But two minutes later, Mac finally came up to the stand with a few boxes while wearing his red jacket again, just with his hood down since the rainy season has gone for the most part.

"FINALLY! The sign says you open at nine, and it's nine o-two…and a half! I mean, COME ON!" Frankie began hysterically.

"Hi, Frankie," Mac calmly greeted.

"Enough chit-chat! Do you have the cookies or not?!"

"Sure, how many-?!"

"Twenty dozen! No, forty…is there a limit?!"

"Frankie, are you…did you…sleep out here all night?" Mac asked with fear when he noticed the sleeping bag next to the stand, and he was terrified at how shaky the redhead was.

"WHAT OF IT?!" Frankie snapped and then slammed both hands on the stand, "COOKIE ME!"

When Mac finally gave her a box, it was like heaven in a box for Frankie, as she quietly and hysterically let out a creepy noise between a sigh and a laugh.

"Frankie, can I ask you something?" Mac began while giving Frankie another box, "do you think Bloo might be getting, I don't know, a little pushy? Maybe you could something to…him?"

As Mac went on, he failed to notice that the redhead had suddenly disappeared, along with her cookies.

"Frankie? Hello?" Mac called out, but little did he know that Frankie just retreated to her room in the house, as she opened every single box and shoved cookie upon cookie into her mouth, and chugged milk in between mouthfuls of cookies.

"ME LOVE COOKIIIIEEES!" Frankie called out hysterically to no one.

That afternoon, Bloo was lying face first on a massage table, as Bella was standing on his back, using her kneading abilities to give him a massage; not because she wanted to, but because he's paying her one hundred dollars an hour. And on their break, they even removed their tuxedoes, but Bloo's relaxation was soon interrupted when Wilt and Coco walked in, and they each grabbed a video game controller to the console to Bloo's huge flat screen plasma TV.

"Hey, what're you to doing?" Bloo asked angrily while propping his head on his elbows, but he then glared at Bella when she suddenly stopped massaging, "and did I tell you ta stop? You're not gettin' paid a' hundred bucks an hour for nothin'!"

Bella only rolled her eyes and reluctantly went back to massaging Bloo's back, so that he could get back to dealing with Wilt and Coco.

"Oh, hey guys. We were just gonna take a quick break. Wanna play with us?" Wilt asked with a smile while holding up two more controllers.

"Did I say you could take a break?" Bloo asked with a scowl.

"Well, no, but we thought-," Wilt tried to reply, only for Bloo to cut him off.

"Well, maybe next time, you should do a little less THIKING, and a little more WORKING!" Bloo growled.

"Bloo, this is EVERYONE'S playroom," Wilt pointed out.

"But this is MY TV, so get outta here and get back ta work!" With that, Wilt and Coco dropped their controllers and reluctantly headed back to the kitchen.

"And stay away from the private jet, the chocolate pudding fountain, and the bottomless toy chest of wonder! Those are mine too! And don't even THINK about touching the pool table, unless you can afford replacing the crystal balls if they break or get scratched, which I highly doubt!" Bloo angrily called after them while grabbing the TV remote, and he switched it on to calm his nerves.

"Lazy pigs," Bloo scoffed, "and now I'm hungry. BUTLER!"

"Yes, Master Bloo?" a sleek and tall, middle-aged butler asked in an English accent.

"Butler, make me a pizza," Bloo demanded.

"Deep dish?"

"The deepest money can buy."

"Toppings?"

"Pepperoni and olives."

"Hey, you know I'm allergic to olives," Bella pointed out with a growl.

"Fine, no olives. Instead, let's make it…rubies! Oh, and sapphires, yum!" Bloo corrected, "and give it an emerald encrusted crust, yeah…and deliver to us in the box of the finest cardboard, extracted from the baobab tree, found only in the jungles of Zanzibar Island."

"I'll deploy the delivery driver, Sir, and we shall have it delivered to you in thirty minutes or less," the butler informed and casually left the room.

"Thirty minutes?! But I'm hungryyy!" Bloo whined like a child. But his whining soon ceased when Bella suddenly used both paws and pushed straight down right between Bloo's shoulder blades, creating a large crack sound, and Bloo instantly froze in place.

"What…was…that?" Bloo asked meekly in a hoarse voice.

"A little joint I like to call 'The Pacifier'," Bella replied evilly as she hopped down from the massage chair, and she leapt up onto a nearby sofa.

"'The Pacifier'? What do you mean the-?!" But just before Bloo could finish his sentence, he suddenly passed out and fell asleep with loud snoring.

"Works every time," Bella chuckled boastfully.

Mac knew he had to do something about Bloo's bossiness over the company, and since he knew he couldn't turn to Bella after she got corrupted with all the money Bloo is paying her, he could only come up with one other person to talk to.

"Mr. Herriman?" Mac greeted as he entered the said rabbit's office, and he was sitting at his desk, signing some checks, "as the chairman of the company, maybe you could propose to Bloo—that he stop being such a royal jerkface!"

"What?! Renounce the founder of this great company, the one whom we wouldn't be where we are today without him?! I most emphatically think not!" Mr. Herriman asked with shock.

"But the company's not fun anymore. Now, it's just…work," Mac pointed out.

"Precisely! And what fun work is!" Mr. Herriman declared, which wasn't the answer Mac wanted.

So, the boy gave up and went back to watching the stand outside…but it wasn't as packed anymore. And soon, Bloo came out riding on a mini segway, with Bella riding in an attached side car.

"Hey, Mac! How's business?" Bloo asked with excitement, only for Mac to literally point out the obvious when he pointed a thump down the empty sidewalk.

"Oh, you just don't know the art of sales. Watch and learn," Bloo protested boastfully, and he suddenly sped down the sidewalk with the segway. Seconds later, he came back with a big man dressed in fall attire, and he seemed pretty terrified of Bloo.

"Alright, alright, I'll buy a cookie!" the man exclaimed out of fear, but when he went to buy a cookie, he gagged when he tried a bite, and he put the cookie back, "sorry, kid…they just taste the same anymore…somethin's missin', ya know, that special ingredient."

"Cinnamon? That's in there," Bloo informed.

"I was talking about love," the man corrected.

"Aww," Bella cooed.

"Love?! Of course!" Bloo declared with realization, making Bella and Mac smile when they figured Bloo saw the error of his way…but in reality, he just raised their hopes too high.

"STOP THE PRESSES!" Bloo scolded as he, Mac and Bella ran into the kitchen, and everyone immediately stopped in their tracks.

"But we're using ovens," Wilt awkwardly informed.

"Whatever! Presses, ovens, any other way, we've got news for ya!" Bloo snapped.

"We're adding more love!" Bella and Mac happily announced, making everyone else cheer.

"Love?! No! What makes you think people want more love?" Bloo asked with a sneer.

"Well, that guy-," Mac began, only for Bloo to interrupt.

"Today's cookie consumer was more discriminating than last week's. they want a cookie with edge, a cookie with attitude. They demand less flavor and more flavah!" Bloo explained with an evil smirk of a brilliant idea…at least, in his mind.

"Clear cookies! Get yer clear cookies here! The same taste you've come to expect from Foster's Famous Cookies, only now, you can look through them! You can see the chocolate chips baked right in!" Bloo announced desperately to a small family in front of the stand, as he was literally trying to sell a new product of clear cookies.

But when that didn't work, instead of adding less, Bloo added more.

"Septuplet Chocolate Chip cookies! Forget triple chocolate chip, we've doubled that, so now there's six times more chocolate chip! The entire cookie is now chocolate chips! There's no dull left visible to the human eye! Foster's Famous Septuplet Chocolate Chip Cookies!"

When no one was impressed by nothing but chocolate chips, Bloo moved onto something even stranger.

"Cookie Roll-Ups! All the flavor you could expect from Foster's Famous Cookies, now in the convenient form of a hardened paste you peel!"

That idea didn't work either, but Bloo was persistent. And the more he wouldn't give up, the more Mac and Bella were getting tired of his stubbornness and desperation.

"Now in three new flavors: regular, nacho cheese, or cool ranch! You won't even know you're eating a cookie!"

Not even a dog would eat the new chip-flavored cookies when a man walked by to walk his dog, as the said animal just spit the disgusting thing back out.

"If the recipe isn't the problem, then maybe I need ta change to focus of the company," Bloo pondered aloud, as he failed to notice the disappointed looks Bella and Mac were giving him.

And yet again, Bloo completely changed everything, going from selling food to selling merchandise.

"Get yer Foster's Famous Cookies merchandise here! T-shirts, posters, bobble heads, hats, key chains, plushies, phone cases! We've got it ALL!" Bloo announced and nearly ran out of breath.

"Hey, mister?" a little girl piped up, "can I buy a cookie, please?"

"We don't sell cookies anymore," Bloo flatly informed.

…

"You're dumb," the little girl huffed.

"Yes. Yes, he is, but you haven't seen the worst of it," Bella pointed out from behind the stand.

But Bloo finally snapped and couldn't figure out the problem, so he dragged Bella into the kitchen to rant to his employees.

"What's wrong with you guys?! Those super-sized cookies should be super-er-sized! Meatemier, Rolley, pick up the pace! You weren't imagined to dilly dally, you're hear to work!" Bloo complained at Wilt when he struggled to carry a cookie nearly as large has him across the room, and then he started shouting as a pair of buff arms and fists and rolling pin imaginary friends.

"Oh, yeah? Well, I wish I was never imagined," Rolley grumbled under his breath.

"Eduardo, chop chop!" Bloo snapped at the said large and purple monster friend, as he was cutting shapes into the cookie batter.

"I am, I am!" Eduardo whined while cutting faster.

"Not fast enough! Sorry, bud, I'm afraid you're just not cuttin' the mustard," Bloo confirmed while crossing his arms.

"But…I was hired to cut the cookie dough," Eduardo pointed out in confusion.

"Yeah, well, we have a machine for that now too. I'm gonna have ta let you go."

"Que?! You firing me?!"

"Down-sizing, buddy. The cookie sales are down, I gotta make up for loss revenue. We're all takin' cuts," Bloo explained while pointing behind him at the large, golden statue of himself with diamonds for his toothy smile, "I just had ta settle for twenty three karat gold statue of myself I had commissioned—luckily the diamond teeth draw the eye away—the point is, we're ALL takin' hits here, man!"

"But this job is all I have," Eduardo whimpered.

"Forget it, pal. I've got a business ta save, and you're not helping. Ok, break time's over! Everyone, back ta work!" Bloo called out to the rest of the employees.

"But we weren't on break; we've worked six days straight," Wilt tiredly pointed out.

"Six days?! Bloo, you never even let them SLEEP?!" Bella asked with complete shock.

"No, I haven't because it's the only way to truly run a business," Bloo replied angrily.

"Bloo, you're outta control," Wilt stated with a glare.

"YOU'RE out of control! You're fired too!" Bloo snapped as his voice suddenly became comically high out of frustration.

"Co co coco co co! Coco co co coco co!" Coco clucked angrily.

"You're fired too! You're ALL fired! F-I-R-D! FIRED!" Bloo ranged on, "except for you, Oveny, you're under contract."

The said oven imaginary friend sighed sadly, as the rest of the employees stomped out of the room in a huff.

"What about me, Bloo? Am I fired, too?" Mac asked angrily.

"Of course not, Mac. You're my friend, I could never fire you," Bloo replied with a smile.

"Well, too bad! I quit!" Mac hissed and stomped out of the kitchen too while slamming the door shut.

Bloo was then left alone with Bella, the only employee, other than Oveny, who couldn't leave.

"Lemme guess, you're quitting too," Bloo stated matter-of-factly.

"Eh, not really. I don't support working employees 'till they drop dead, but I do like the amount of money we make," Bella replied dryly with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Great! Then get bakin'!" Bloo demanded with excitement.

"What did you just say?" Bella asked with a snarl.

"I said ta get bakin'. You're a female, so you should know how ta bake, right?"

"Oh, so just 'cause I'm female means I naturally know how to bake?"

"So, you DON'T know how ta bake?"

"Oh, I do, but since you're such a male chauvinist, let's see YOU bake cookies WITHOUT my help!"

"So, you're basically quitting?"

"Yes, I'm quitting!"

With that, Bloo realized how he just backed himself into a corner just now, and he sighed in defeat.

"Ok…makin' cookies…alone…by myself…but that's not a problem…no sirree…here I go…right now…right…now," Bloo mumbled to himself while doing push-ups, practice punches and stretches to prepare to bake.

"Will you get on with it?!" Bella snapped while impatiently leaning against the counter.

"Ok, ok! Right, this is a spoon…that's a good start," Bloo told himself as he picked up a wooden spoon, and then he started patting it on the counter top.

The blob then went over to the fridge to look for eggs.

"Alrighty…eggs," Bloo sighed when he finally found the eggs, and grabbed one and brought it back to the mixing bowl, but he held up the wooden spoon in the other hand and stared at the egg in bewilderment, "how DO you open these things?"

Eventually, Bloo came up with the idea to hit the egg with the spoon, only to splatter egg yolk all over his face, and creating a big and sticky mess all over the counter top too.

And as Bella watched his failure, she but her lip and snickered loudly. But Bloo somehow didn't hear her, and he searched around for the next ingredient.

"Flour, flour, flour…what does flour look like?" Bloo mumbled while skimming the shelves, until he saw a potted pink flower on the far end of the shelf.

"Huh…" Bloo said with realization, having no idea you put a plant into cookies, and he plopped it into the mixing bowl full of batter, and pressed the on button for the automatic mixer, only to accidentally be pulled in and he was viciously mixed around himself.

And that's when Bella finally lost it, as she burst out laughing and rolled around on her back across the kitchen floor.

But soon, after assuming he put in all the necessary ingredients, Bloo poured the cookies onto a baking sheet, and he placed them into the oven after it preheated long enough. But he was soon getting impatient on waiting for the cookies to bake, even though it's only been thirty seconds.

"Ok, this is taking too long…let's see, if it takes if it takes twenty minutes to bake them at two hundred-fifty degrees…then it should only take two minutes at twenty five-hundred degrees!" Bloo stated with realization, but when Bella heard his idea and that he was literally turning up the oven temperature, her eyes popped wide.

"Bloo, no!" the fox/peacock called while sprinting to stop him, but by the time she reached him, the inside of the oven was already full of raging flames.

"Uh-oh…" Bella whimpered as she grabbed a pot and placed it on her head as a helmet, and she dove close to the ground to brace for the worse.

But Bloo wasn't as smart or quick as her, so in merely ten seconds, the oven suddenly exploded, burning the whole kitchen and blasting off the entire new roof.

"Whoops…" Bloo simply stated, as he was covered in ash and soot.

Even when summer came, Foster's was still under construction after the oven incident because of Bloo, and to make up for his mistakes, he started a fundraiser with a lemonade stand.

"Lemonade…get your ice cold lemonade here, perfect for summer," Bloo called out sadly, and he then looked at Bella, who only gestured him to continue, "you guys, I know you're out there…I can feel your scorn."

And soon enough, the rest of their friends approached the stands, as they all scowled down at the blob.

"Look, I'm sorry, ok? I…I was a total jerkface…now, help me out here?" Bloo begged.

"Sorry, but's it's gonna take more than that for us to forgive you," Mac pointed out while crossing his arms.

"What do you want me to say? I'm a terrible friend, I'm the lowest form of life in existence, I'm a one-celled paramecium, but even worse, I'm a ZERO-celled paramecium! A zero-celled paramecium who's ugly, smelly, and mean to his friends!" Bloo went on hysterically.

"True," Mac simply stated.

"I'll NEVER be mean to you guys again, I'll always say please and thank you, and me plasma TV es su plasma TV! I'll be good, now please, PLEASE, help me out here! Buy some lemonade, so I can pay Madame Foster back!"

The others only continued to scowl and silence for another moment.

"Well, guys?" Bella soon asked, and the others shared suspicious glances…that is, until they all eventually burst out laughing.

"I think they forgive you," Bella reassured with a smirk.

"Thanks, guys! Here, have some lemonade, the first round's even on the house," Bloo thanked while pouring everyone a cup of lemonade.

"Hey, can I have a straw?" Mac asked.

"That'll be ten bucks," Bloo replied with an evil grin, but hen Mac bought it and glared back, the blob burst out laughing; though, his laughter soon died down, "no, seriously, ten bucks."

"Mac grumbled and rolled his eyed while giving his imaginary friend a ten dollar bill, and snatched the straw from him afterwards.

"Yoink!" Madame Foster cheered as she suddenly snatched the ten dollars right from Bloo's hand, while also riding on his segway, "just another nineteen thousand-nine hundred and ninety 'till you've paid me back, Bloo! In the mean time, I'll be keeping all your awesome swag, so…"

Madame Foster couldn't find the right words, so she just blew a raspberry at Bloo, and happily spun in place on the segway before speeding down the sidewalk.

I love this story, and the original series, I really do. And guess what, guys, I've got exciting news. There's a chance I MIGHT be creating a DeviantArt account, and if I do, I will be sure to tell you guys how to find my artwork, so that you can see my Foster's Home Art. Again, it's not 100% confirmed that I will be starting a DeviantArt account, but I am thinking about it, so don't lose hope just yet.

Until the next chapter, I'm TRikiD, bye-bye!