To the Classes of 2020, whose graduations were forcefully cancelled by the COVID-19 Pandemic.

Male Narrator: And so, we've come to the last chapter, in which all the students of Ever After High prepare for graduation, and we say goodbye.

Brooke: Wait, this can't be the end. Can't we just go back to page 1 and do it all over again?

Female Narrator: We're sorry, honey. But all stories have an ending, you know.

Brooke: They do?

Female Narrator: Yes, and the time has come at last.

Male Narrator: Graduation Day is almost upon us, where the students graduate from Ever After High and begin a new chapter in their lives...

Female Narrator:...only to soon realize that one of their closest friends from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends will leave them...forever after.

Brooke: Wait, what? Someone from Foster's is leaving them?! Who?

Male Narrator: Patience, Brooke. All will be revealed soon.

At graduation rehearsals, Headmaster Grimm and Giles stood in front of the students.

"I still recall our first rehearsal together," sighed Headmaster Grimm. "Where you all pledged to follow your destinies..."

"...which is something not worth going down again." added Giles, who noticed the uneasy expression on Raven's face.

"Yes, thank you for bringing that up, Giles." said Headmaster Grimm, who cleared his throat and went on. "And now, here we are, Graduation Day, where you will all receive your diplomas and embark on your journey towards Happily Ever After. Any questions?"

"Just one, Headmaster." said Raven, who raised her hand. "Isn't Mac supposed to be here by now?"

"Hmm," wondered Giles, who looked at his pocket watch. "It would appear that he's an hour late. Probably doing some last-minute homework at his own school, no doubt."

"No worries, Miss Queen." said Headmaster Grimm. "Young Mac should be here in no time."

Meanwhile, at Foster's, Bloo was waiting impatiently for Mac at the foyer, groaning in frustration.

"Where is he?"

"Four o'clock and all's well!" announced a walking clock.

Upon hearing that, Bloo tackled on top of him.

"Four o'clock and all's not well!" panicked the clock. "All's not well!"

But before he could call for help, Bloo covered his mouth, shushing him.

"You have to stop." he said. "When Mac first dropped me off at Foster's, he made a deal that as long as he comes to visit every day by three, I can't get adopted. Except it's past three, and if Herriman hears you, he's gonna know it's past three, and he's gonna realize Mac's not here, and I'm gonna be a goner!"

"But Herriman already knows." said the clock. "I heard him on the phone with Mac just now."

"You what?!" said Bloo, just before the doorbell rang.

He went to answer the door and saw a family of three standing outside.

"Well, hi there." greeted the man. "We're here to see Mr. Herriman about an imaginary friend."

Believing the family's here to adopt him, Bloo fled from the foyer, screaming like a little girl, much to their confusion.