There was a rare delicacy sitting on the dinner table for dinner tonight at Foster's; the main course was a stuffed…three-eyed pig?
MR. HERRIMAN: Piggy! Off the table this instant!
Oops. Nope. That's not dinner.
MR. HERRIMAN: What were you thinking? Eating ON the table? I will not tolerate such horrible manners.
FRANKIE: Aw, lay off the poor guy. He's just hungry. So what if he gets on the table? Go on, Piggy. Manners schmanners. Shove you face in there and chow down!
She gave Piggy a bowl of pasta, and he really did want to dive in, but…
HERRIMAN: No, Piggy, no!
FRANKIE: Okay, okay! Cool it, ya long-eared rodent.
HERRIMAN: Why I never!
FRANKIE: I know you never. That's your problem, man. You never cut loose. Enjoy yourself.
The bickering only continued between them, but that was all on the first floor. Let's check out the tip-top floor of the house.
The sun was setting over Foster's, but that didn't stop three best friends Mac and Bloo from sitting up high in the breeze on the house's highest point. Mac was concentrating hard at the horizon while Bloo wore a grin, but Mac's confidence soon turned to worry.
MAC: I can't.
BLOO: You can.
MAC: But can I?
BLOO: Try.
MAC: The red?
BLOO: No. The brown.
MAC: You mean...?
BLOO: Yes...
MAC: Oh, I...
BLOO: Good...
MAC: I think...
BLOO: Yeah...
MAC: With the chips?
BLOO: Left.
MAC: Left?
BLOO: Right.
MAC: Right?
BLOO: No. Left is right.
MAC: Oh! Next to the-!
BLOO: Yes! Yes! Yes! You did it! The brown corner, left of the chip sign, next to the phone pole is the roof of our old apartment! How cool is that!?
MAC: Wow. That's uh... real cool.
BLOO: Don't you get it? That is our old house, and you can see it from here
MAC: Mmm-hmm.
BLOO: You're stupid. You just can't appreciate the little things in life.
MAC: Like the corners of apartments?
BLOO: Yes, you're a stupid and terrible person because you have no appreciation for the corners of apartments.
MAC: Oh well...
MR. HERRIMAN: AHEM. Dinner is served.
BLOO: let's go, Mac.
Meanwhile, everyone was already gathered for dinner downstairs.
FRANKIE: Alright, everybody! Dig in!
STUMPY: Oh, boy!
He was about to chomp down on a sandwich until Herriman swiped it away from him.
HERRIMAN: Wait! Someone is not here.
FRANKIE: Who? Who's not here? This place is packed.
To answer Frankie's question, Mr. Herriman pointed at a couple of certain chairs that everyone knew who they were for.
FRANKIE: Mac and Bloo.
MAC: I think we're-
BLOO: Don't say it.
MAC: But-.
BLOO: Quiet.
MAC: Sorry, but-.
BLOO: Shut up.
MAC: We're lost.
BLOO: We are NOT lost! I'm just not one hundred percent sure where we are.
MAC: And we're surely gonna be busted if we don't eat soon. And I'm sure you're getting hungry—thinking about all of that tasty, delicious, mouth-watering-
BLOO: ENOUGH! I know we're lost! I know we need to eat! And I know I'm hungry! But you pointing out all our problems isn't getting us any less lost, any closer to the dining room, or any more fed!
MAC: Hey, all I'm saying is that if you hadn't dragged us up to the house's highest point, we would be...
FRANKIE: Eating, please! Everyone should be eating.
MR. HERRIMAN: No. There will be food consumption until Master Blooregard and Mac arrive.
FRANKIE: I didn't spend all afternoon slaving over a hot stove to have all of my dishes sit there and get cold. Now everyone eat!
HERRIMAN: Stop!
FRANKIE: Eat!
HERRIMAN: Stop!
FRANKIE: Eat!
GUMGUM: MAKE UP YOUR MINDS!
MR. HERRIMAN: You see? They know the polite and proper thing to do is to wait until all are present, before one gives meal. Even I, who would love to be satiated by one of your tasty, though often overdone, steamed carrots, am restraining myself.
FRANKIE: You don't wanna eat? Fine. That's your problem. I, on the other hand, am eating.
She took some pasta, some bread, and was gonna eat until everyone looked at her.
FRANKIE: Ugh, forget it!
BLOO: I can't believe this, I simply cannot believe this.
Bloo said, walking down the stairs.
MAC: You can't believe it? I can't believe it. Don't we like, live here?
BLOO: Look, Mr. Smarty Pants, why don't you lead the way?
MAC: OK, I will. I'll get you downstairs in no time. Just you wait.
FRANKIE: Just wait? JUST WAIT?! Are you crazy? Look at them!
Piggy was drooling from hunger.
MR. HERRIMAN: Please clean saliva.
Piggy used a red towel.
MR. HERRIMAN: Not the good linens! Yeah, let me take care of it. Miss Frances, get the paper towels.
Frankie was mad, so she got away from the table and got the paper towels.
MR. HERRIMAN: Ah, ah, ah. Two sheets, Miss Frances.
Frankie pulled the two sheets apart in fury. Madame Foster ripped off a turkey leg and fed it to a friend. Once Herriman looked at him, he waved. Herriman fell for it.
Mac and Bloo came to a door.
MAC: Watch and be amazed as I, Mac, succeed where you, Bloo, have failed. Behind this door, all of our worries will disappear.
Mac opened the door to see the roof.
BLOO: Well, what do you know?
MAC: But, we went down!
BLOO: I know.
MAC: How is it possible? We went down!
BLOO: Admit it; you just wanted to see the roof corner again. Now, follow me. I have a plan to stop us from running in...
MR. HERRIMAN: Circles. You have to scrub in circles, Miss Frances.
Madame Foster was still swiping away food and feeding it to others as Frankie and Herriman were bickering.
Mac and Bloo were still lost, so they jumped into the laundry chute.
BLOO: Yes! How awesome is that? The laundry chutes actually go to the laundry room!
MAC: Well, duh.
BLOO: Hey, after the afternoon we've had, I don't trust anything in this crazy house.
MAC: Good point.
Bloo picked up some clothes.
BLOO: Hey, I just got an amazing idea.
MAC: You're going to eat socks?
BLOO: Yes, I'm going to eat socks.
He started to pretend.
BLOO: Oh no, I am lost! Where is Mac? Oh look, a trail of clothes. I will follow it! Oh Mac, I have found you! This helpful trail of clothes has shown me where I have been, and where I have not. Thanks to them, I am saved from my lostedness. Oh thank you helpful trail of clothes! I love you!
They started to celebrate - because they're stupid. So they decided to leave a trail of clothes while Herriman sent out a search party, consisting of the rest.
WILT: They probably are trapped on the roof or something.
CHERRI: YOU THINK?!
COCO: Coco co coco co cococo co (I, for one, am hungry).
EDUARDO: Si.
Bloo was bragging about how awesome he was, but then, they went to a place they've already been. So they decided to travel some more. The gang found some of the laundry, which caused Ed to jump into Wilt's hands.
WILT: It's OK, Ed, it's just some dirty laundry. In fact, it's a lot of dirty laundry.
KNACK: That's one of my sock! Maybe someone dropped these.
WILT: Come on, guys. Mac and Bloo can wait later.
As they started to pick them up, Coco started to eat some clothes until Eduardo swiped them away from her.
KNACK: Coco, are you insane?
WILT: I'm sorry, but that is not OK.
CHERRI: Now, what's the closet thing we have for food for Coco?
Everyone looked at GumGum.
GUMGUM: Don't even think about it.
Mac and Bloo were leaving clothes everywhere as Wilt, GumGum, Knack, Eduardo, Cherri, Stumpy and Coco picked them up. Bloo and Mac were shocked to see their clothes gone.
BLOO: Hold on! Where are our trails? I swear I dropped a pair of tightie-whities right here.
MAC: You sure?
BLOO: Trust me, handling someone else's drawers is something you don't forget.
MAC: Okay. So, where's all the clothes go?
BLOO: Maybe...
MAC: What?
BLOO: No, I must be crazy...
MAC: What?
BLOO: Maybe... this house...
MAC: Yeah?
BLOO: Is actually an imaginary friend...
MAC: Uh-huh?
BLOO: And it eats clothes!
MAC: You're right.
BLOO: Ya think?!
MAC: You are crazy.
Bloo started to exaggerate about how hungry he was. Bloo started to smell some food, so he and Mac went off.
Back at the dinner hall, a Madame Foster used her cane to hit Herriman on the leg.
Mr. Herriman: Ow! Miss Francis! I understand that you're upset with me, but that is no reason to act out so childish.
FRANKIE: What?
Mr. Herriman: Do not fame innocent, young lady! you just kicked me.
FRANKIE: I did not!
More and more antics ensued. As Mr. Herriman was looking down while Frankie was looking at him angry, Madame Foster grabbed a lot of food and place them on a plate, with Frankie realizing that it was Madame Foster who kicked him and used it as a distraction as Frankie is now aware of her plan as both gave each other the thumbs up. As Madame Foster ran past Mr. Herriman under the table with the food, Frankie kicked him for real as Madame began to distract him.
MR. HERRIMAN: Madame Foster, do you have any idea of the sheer disrespect your granddaughter has just paid me? I demand an apology, and that some form of punishment be taken immediately!
Frankie tried to play innocent.
FRANKIE: I'm sowwy, Mr. Hewwiman. I've been a bad girl.
MR. HERRIMAN: Please see to it that it doesn't happen again.
Bloo looked for the food until...
BLOO: It smells so... Eww!
MAC: Eww? I thought it smelled amazing.
It was Duchess eating.
MAC: Eww...
DUCHESS: And what do i owe the unwelcome inclusion of Bloo and boy?
MAC: Please, your duchessness, we're late, we're starving, and we're totally lost. Can you tell us how to get downstairs?
DUCHESS: Yes.
BLOO: Cool!
MAC: Um, hello?
DUCHESS: Yes?
BLOO: You gonna tell us how to get downstairs?
DUCHESS: You asked if I could, and I can. You didn't if I would, and I won't.
BLOO: Why I oughtta, and I will. [picks up Duchess's phone] So help me, I'm going to use this!
DUCHESS: Go ahead!
MAC: Don't provoke him! He's crazy from hunger. He'll do it!
BLOO: Oh, yeah, I'll do it!
DUCHESS: I dare you!
BLOO: That's it!
He put the phone on table and ordered pizza.
BLOO: Oh, yeah, not so smart, are you! Who's got the brains baby?!
DUCHESS: Tell me genius, if you don't know how to get downstairs, how will you answer the door when your precious pizzas arrive?!
Bloo thought for a moment, screamed and charged towards Ducheess. Duchess opened a trap door.
BLOO: Trap door?
MAC: Yup.
BLOO: I hate this hhhhhoooouuussseeee!
They fell down in the trap door.
They somehow ended up back where they started! AND IT WAS NIGHTTIME!
MAC: We went down, not up, down.
BLOO: This house is crazy, crazy. I'm so hungry, I'm crazy. I'm crazy. Do do, da do, da do.
Bloo sang out of key, desperate for food.
BLOO: Woah, we're really high up. Oh, look, the pizza man...hi, pizza man, we're really high up, and you look like an ant...
MAC: What did you just say?
BLOO: Ant.
MAC: No, before that.
BLOO: An.
MAC: No, no, before that.
BLOO: Like?
MAC: Before.
BLOO: Look.
MAC: About... nine words before that.
BLOO: Er, hi.
MAC: And after that?
BLOO: Pizza.
MAC: And after?
BLOO: Look? No, man!
MAC: 'Hi pizza man'?
BLOO: [waves] Hello.
MAC: No, pizza man down there. If we can get down there from here, we can get our pizza.
BLOO: Down there?
MAC: Yes.
BLOO: From up here?
MAC: Yes. But how? A ladder? Man, this is tough.
BLOO: No sheets.
MAC: Bloo!
BLOO: No, sheets, sheets, bedsheets! Come on!
MAC: What are you doing?
BLOO: Trust me!
Bloo jumped back into the trap door.
MR. HERRIMAN: Trust you? No, trust me. I assure you we did not order a dozen pizzas.
PIZZA MAN: OK...here's your pizzas, man.
MR. HERRIMAN: We did not order any pizzas, and furthermore, I am not a man, I am a rabbit.
PIZZA MAN: Oh...here's your pizzas, rabbit.
Meanwhile, Frankie and Madame Foster were still eating, Coco was trying to eat a painting, and Mac and Bloo made it back to Duchess. They stole some bedsheets and a mattress and ran past the search time.
WILT: Mac? Bloo?
Mac and Bloo threw the mattress out of the window, with the bedsheets, and they jumped out of the window, too!
WILT: MAC! BLOO!
EDUARDO: AY CURUBA!
COCO: CO COCO CO (OUR FRIENDS!)!
KNACK: WHAT ARE THEY DOING?!
CHERRI: They're dead.
GUMGUM: This sucks.
STUMPY: What would Herriman say?!
They grabbed a hold of the bedsheet rope, and pulled it up. Meanwhile, most of the food was gone, and Piggy was having some spaghetti. As Piggy finished, Herriman came in with the pizzas, the search party rolled down the stairs, Mac and Bloo jumped to the mattress, and bounced back to the roof, so they screamed in horror.
MR. HERRIMAN: Wilt, Knack, Cherri, Eduardo, GumGum, Stumpy, Coco, quit dillydallying and go retrieve Master Mac and Blooregard so they can start their meal. By the sound of things, they're probably on the roof. Are you aware that you can see their old abode from the topmost tower? Quite fascinating.
Mac and Bloo's hunger were rapidly deteriorating.
MAC: We're so busted, we're so busted, we're so busted...
BLOO: Can't - go on - need food.
MAC: You don't look so good. Stay right here, buddy. I'll go gethelp.
Mac left to find food while Bloo started to hallucinate. He even saw himself as a sandwich. He saw a chicken legs with arms and a face come over.
BLOO: MAC FOOD! EAT MAC!
Bloo charged at the chicken leg, planning to eat it, and the chicken leg ran away. Bloo chased him though multiple halls until he stopped at a dead end.
BLOO: Mmm! Bloo want chick'e tonight! Oh, you look so finge' lickie good! I'm sorry, but I gotta do it, gotta eat Mac!
CHARLIE: Mac? MAC?! Who's Mac?! Name's Charlie, man.
Mac saw Bloo and Charlie.
MAC: What are you doing?
CHARLIE: What's this guy's drip, man? He's plum loco, is he yours?
MAC: Yeah, he's my imaginary friend. Bloo, come here, boy. Sorry, he's just hungry. Are you?...
CHARLIE: Yeah, I'm an imaginary friend. It's hard to talk about, but I was created by a kid who was in a weight loss program, and was really, really, hungry. There were many of us thought up there, but Foster's came in and got us out just in time. Those were dark days, man. I still get flashbacks.
MAC: Bummer. So, why aren't you down to dinner?
CHARLIE: You're sick, man! Imaginary food friends never come down to dinner, not after what happened to George...
George was a cookie with a bite taken out of him who shut the door.
MAC: Don't you need to eat?
CHARLIE: What's wrong with you, man? That's like taking down your own.
MAC: You wouldn't be able to get downstairs then, would you?
CHARLIE: Of course we do! In order to avoid human, you gotta become the enemy! Think like them? Use your brains, you dig?
MAC: Well, we've been trying to get down there all night. Can you take us?
CHARLIE: OK. You better keep that blue guy under control.
MAC: Promise.
CHARLIE: Follow me.
They went off to find the dining hall.
MR. HERRIMAN: I must thank all of you, dear friends, for following my lead in etiquette. I am sorry and I know you must all be famished, but the meal will commence once the inconsiderate Master Mac and Blooregard are apprehended by our trusty and reliable search team.
Speaking of famished, the search team were famished themselves. Charlie, Mac and Bloo were sneaking to get downstairs.
MAC: Hey, this looks familiar.
CHARLIE: Yep. We're in enemy territory now, my boy. Keep your eyes open, and stay behind my back, because being this close to the enemy ain't safe for an imaginary friend out on his own. You never know when someone's just gonna lose it!
Bloo freaked out and lost it, chasing after Charlie, who went into a knight suit.
MAC: What did you do that for? We were almost there.
BLOO: Hungee Boo, hungee!
MAC: Boo stupid, you ruined everything.
BLOO: You stupid.
MAC: No, you're stupid.
The two guys started to fight like a couple on the edge of a divorce. As Charlie left and bumped into the search party - I guess you can figure out what happens next. Mac and Bloo rolled down the halls, past Duchess, onto the mattress, and into the foyer. So, they went into the dining room.
MAC: Sorry we're late.
MR. HERRIMAN: We have restrained ourselves from eating, just waiting for you two, Master Mac.
BLOO: Yeah, thanks. And now we're here. Let's dig in.
MR. HERRIMAN: No. Masters Stumpy, Wilt, Knack, Eduardo and GumGum and Miss Cheri and Coco have went off to search for you.
PIGGY: Mr. Herriman, may I please be excused?
All of the imaginary friends wanted to leave.
MR. HERRIMAN: Well, there will be no dinner after this, you're making the choice to go to bed early, and there will be no midnight snacking.
They all went to their rooms.
FRANKIE: We're gonna pack it in too, Mr. H. Thank you for coming down guys.
MAC: Where are they?
They were on the roof, looking for them. It was night time, so they decided to go downstairs. As for Charlie? He was on one of the towers.