Mac was a nice kid. He lived with his Mom, brother, and his imaginary friend, Blooregard Q. "Bloo," Kazoo. Bloo was a blue cylinder who loved to cause trouble. Despite this, he is still a good person - uh - friend.
One faithful day, Mac and Bloo were looking for Terrence. Mac's big bully brother. They both got up slowly from behind the counter. Terrence rose behind them. The two ran away, screaming.
TERRENCE: Wait, stop! I just wanna punch you!
BLOO: Watch your back, Mac! He's gaining on-
BLOO AND MAC: Whoa!
Terrence punched a hole in the wall, to which he said,
TERRENCE: Oooooh, I'm telling Mom!
BLOO: Mac?
MAC: Yeah?
BLOO: Your brother...
MAC: Yeah?
BLOO: Is a...
MAC: Uh-huh?
BLOO: Big...
MAC: Right?
BLOO: Fat...
MAC: Yeah?
BLOO: Doofus.
Mac laughed and laughed until Terrence came to his own defense.
TERRENCE: Shut up, you...
BLOO: Yeah?
TERRENCE: You...
BLOO: Come on!
TERRENCE: You... Bloofus! Heh ha heh ha!
Bloo stopped and glared.
BLOO: Bloofus?! Bloofus?
MAC: His name is Blooregard Q. Kazoo, and you know it, Terrence!
BLOO: Right, right, or Blooey, Bloo the Blue Dude, El Blooderino, or hey, how 'bout just Bloo? Heh! But come on, man, Bloofus? Heh! How stupid can you get?
TERRENCE: Look! No stupid imaginary friend of my stupid little brother is gonna tell me how stupid I am 'cause I know just how stupid I-
If you haven't guessed by now, Terrence was NOT the sharpest tool in the shed.
TERRENCE: SHUT UP!
He screamed before catching the two.
TERRENCE: Stupid, heh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Well, well, well. Lookee what I got here. It's Mr. Destructo and his evil pal Breaky. Ha ha ha! Mom is gonna be so mad when she sees what you two have done.
BLOO: We haven't done anything.
TERRENCE: Oh, no?
He held Bloo to break and lamp and Mac to knock off some CDs.
Breaky, how could you? No, Mr. Destructo! Don't do it!
MAC: Stop it, Terrence!
TERRENCE: But I'm not doing anything. It's... Mr. Destructo and Breaky. They've gone crazy!
He was spinning around with the two, breaking everything while laughing like a mad man. Fortunately, Mac and Terrence's mom came through that door.
LAUREN: Terrence!
She screamed.
LAUREN: Stop whatever you're doing!
Terrence stopped once he realized he was dead meat!
MAC: It was him!
TERRENCE: NO, IT WAS THESE TWO!
They argued and argued until Mom broke up the fight.
LAUREN: Stop! Tell me the truth, boys.
MAC: Well, he were minding our own business, Terrence was chasing us, he picked us up, and moved us around, etc.
LAUREN: Terrence!
TERRENCE: No! It's not what you...
LAUREN: Terrence, stop constantly abusing Mac and Bloo! It's getting obnoxious!
TERRENCE: But Mommy, I...
LAUREN: No buts, mister! Go to your room and stay there! You're grounded for the week.
Terrence growled and slumped off with Mac and Bloo mocking him.
MAC: Sorry about the mess, mom.
LAUREN: Don't worry, Mac. It was out of your control.
Not all was good, though; Bloo was frowning and crying.
MAC: What's wrong, Bloo?
BLOO: I'll explain...
They went into Mac's bedroom to have a talk.
BLOO: I'm tired of this, Mac! I'm tired of Terrence always abusing us!
MAC: It's OK, Bloo. I understand.
BLOO: No, I've had it up to here. I don't know why this happens to us! I'm sorry, but I can't stay here if it means having to put up with Terrence.
The two gasped - Bloo couldn't just leave.
LAUREN: But - Bloo, you're our family.
BLOO: Yeah, but so is Terrence - I just wanna have a break - I'm sorry, Mac.
He walked out the door looking at his best pal.
Soon, Bloo was watching TV at night, still sad about leaving, changing channels, until he saw a commercial - a home for imaginary friends. What a good idea!
Soon, Mac's mom drove them all the way to Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.
LAUREN: Are you sure about this, boys?
BLOO: Of course! Terrence will leave me alone, and you guys can come over anytime!
The door opened, and it appeared to be a rabbit, wearing a suit, a monocle on his left eye, and a top hat.
MR. HERRIMAN: Good day, gentlemen. How may I be at assistance?
BLOO: Cool. A bunny butler. Well-
MR. HERRIMAN: My good man, I will have you know that I am Mr. Herriman, the head of business affairs at this facility, and in no way a butler or any other member of the servant trade. Now, if you will please state your business.
MAC: Uh, uh, uh, uh...
MR. HERRIMAN: Oh, very well. As I have more important issues to attend to than dealing with an indecisive child, I shall bid you both good day.
Bloo stopped him at the last second, going into the building, and then, he started to rant and rave —
BLOO: Wait a minute!
MR. HERRIMAN: My good man!
BLOO: Please, Mr. Rabbit Man.
MR. HERRIMAN: Herriman.
BLOO: Please, Mr. Herriman, my boy here, his name is Mac and he has the worst life ever! I tell ya, it's so vile and horrible, I can't even begin to explain. But I'll try.
MAC: What?!
BLOO: You see, this poor, pathetic kid, lives all alone with me, his mother and his jerky brother in this trashy, run down dump of an apartment. It's got no electricity or running water. Man, oh man, does it stink. No, I mean it, it really does. It's got this foul disgusting smell that'll make you sick.
MAC: Na-ah.
BLOO: And oh yes, his brother is a total jerk, who's like eight feet tall, weights three-hundred pounds and has no brain. So he's like the foul bully monster that beats up wimpy little Mac all the time. And there is never anyone home to stop him, 'cause his mom works like fifteen jobs every day of the week, including weekends. Not to mention that she doesn't get home until midnight, so yeah, each and every day Mac is killed dead by his big stupid brother.
MAC: What?
LAUREN: I'm right here.
BLOO: And, all this miserable kid has to forward to in his crummy little life, is me. His best buddy Bloo. But get this: His brother doesn't stop hurting us! So, I must go. Can you believe it? So here I am on my knees.
MAC: Uh-uh.
BLOO: What?
He realized he wasn't on his knees, so he did get on his knees.
So here I am on my knees, at your mercy, kind sir. So if only you can find it in your big bunny heart to open up your beautiful and spacious home to this poor, rejected, hated and unwanted imaginary friend, maybe, just maybe I wouldn't be so... blue.
Herriman just stared at him.
LAUREN: I'm sorry, sir. He's crazy, we'll be on our-
MR. HERRIMAN: Very well. I shall arrange a tour for you.
BLOO AND MAC: What?
Herriman hopped towards a soundspeaker and began to speak in it.
MR. HERRIMAN: Ms. Frances, Ms. Frances, your presence is requested in the foyer. There are two gentlemen and a lady who are in need of a tour. Ms. Fran-
FRANKIE: COMING!
MR. HERRIMAN: She will be with you a momentarily.
As Bugs hopped away, they saw bunch of imaginary friends walk around in the foyer.
BLOO: [to Mac] Well?
MAC: It's okay.
Mac looked away, with his arms crossed, and Bloo was worried. But is was a joke. At that moment, a red haired teenage girl came down with a giant slime creature.
FRANKIE: Now you know why you're not supposed to run around with Scissors? Scissors? Scissors?
A pair of legged scissors with small feet, two eyes and the blades as the mouth came running in.
SCISSORS: Yeah?
FRANKIE: Scissors, what do you say?
SCISSORS: I'm sorry.
FRANKIE: Okay, go play. Don't run! Whatever that bunny says is wrong. The name's not Frances, It's Frankie.
BLOO: I'm Bloo and this is my boy Mac. This is his mom.
FRANKIE: Hey Bloo. Hey Mac.
MAC: Hi.
LAUREN: Hi.
FRANKIE: So, I guess you guys wanna have a tour of the place?
LAUREN: Yeah.
MAC: Please.
FRANKIE: Cool, follow me. Foster's was founded in-
MR. HERRIMAN: [over the speaker] Ms. Frances, Ms. Frances. Your presence is requested in the third floor sleeping quarters.
FRANKIE: I'm busy! What's the problem?
MR. HERRIMAN: [over the speaker] It is Duchess. She-
Later, an unseen imaginary friend hogged the soundspeaker.
DUCHESS: Give me that. Frankie? Frankie?! GET UP HERE NOW!
FRANKIE: Aww man, one of these days. Sorry, guys, her royal majesty calls. But don't worry, I'll get someone to show you around. Hold on a sec. Wilt? Knack? Tour please! I'm really sorry, guys. Knack and Wilt will take care of you, but I'll try to meet up with you at the end of the tour, okay?
DUCHESS: [over the speaker] FRANKIE!
FRANKIE: COMING!
Later, two imaginary friends walked up to them.
WILT: I'm sorry, is that okay? You sure? All right. Okay. Sorry, though.
One of them was imaginary friend that was red with long legs with a small body with a number one on it.. His arm was long and the other was ripped up stitched. One of his stalk eyes was bended. The other one was purple with a small nose and two antenna.
WILT: Hey, how ya doin'? Name's Wilt.
KNACK: Hello, sirs and madame. I'm Knack. Wilt and I will...
Mac, Bloo and Mom just stared at him. The two stared back.
WILT: Yo, guys? Hello? Oh, okay, I get it. It's cool, it's cool. I know I'm all broken with a wonky eye and the stubby arm. Probably freaks you out, huh? But don't sweat it, I'll get someone else to—
ALL THREE: You're tall.
WILT: Oh. Well, yeah. I guess.
BLOO: You should play basketball.
WILT: Oh, yeah? Well, um, yeah. I used to, um, you know, whatever. Hey, how about that tour, huh? Great, let's go!
KNACK: Make way for tourists!
Soon, they were off, introducing the gang to the various rooms in Foster's.
WILT: Waiting room, sitting Room, living room, parlor. Ooh. Sorry, sorry. I just stopped. Is that okay? Okay. Check this out.
Knack soon pointed at a painting of an short old lady.
KNACK: This is Madame Foster. Man, I tell you, if it wasn't for this little lady, none of us would even be here, 'cause you see, she's the one who has the bright idea to open up our own home and give us forgotten imaginary friends a second chance. I mean, how cool is that?
MYOPIC PATOOTIE: She rules.
RODNEY SQUIDDLEBEAK: She's awesome.
JACKIE KHONES: She's old.
Jackie Khones said, running away.
WILT: Hallways, hallways, hallways, halt. Sorry I keep stopping, but I gotta point this out, okay? This is Mr. Herriman's office and trust me, you don't ever, ever, ever want to get sent here.
While Wilt explained, a noise was heard in Mr. Herriman's office. Jackie Khones went out.
JACKIE KHONES: I'll say.
WILT: Washroom, bathroom, powder room, laundry.
But as Sockajewea was carrying a huge basket of dirty laundry, he accidentally dropped a sock, and Wilt wasn't going to let that sock go unaccounted for. So Wilt picked up the sock, curled it into a ball and started doing tricks with it as if it was actually a basketball, and then he soon made a trick shot and it landed back in the same basket just before Sockajewea left the room. And this certainly impressed Mac, Bloo, Knack and Lauren.
WILT: Dining room, tea room, pantry, kitchen.
They were making their way to the next part of the house, but were stopped by what had to have been another weird imaginary friend they've seen today. This one is shape as a bird with green palm tree hair, blue airplane body, red beak, two eyes with eye lashes and orange bird feet. Sooner or later, a red imaginary friend with some sort of stem sticking put of her brain came running along.
CHERRI: Guys, Sunset Junction needs MORE friggin' tissues.
She looked over to Mac and Bloo.
CHERRI: Hi, I'm Cherri.
LAUREN: Hello. This is my son Mac and this is Bloo.
COCO: Coco (juice)?
MAC: Uhh, no thanks.
COCO: Coco (juice)?
LAUREN: No thanks.
COCO: Coco (juice)?
BLOO: Yes.
COCO: Coco (you're welcome)?
BLOO: Yes.
COCO: Coco (grape or apple).
BLOO: Yes.
COCO: Coco (yes is not an option).
BLOO: Yes.
COCO: Coco (there's no yes juice).
BLOO: Yes.
COCO: Coco (are you even listening)?
BLOO: Yes, please. With marshmallows.
KNACK: This is Coco. Named because that is literally all she says.
BLOO: Oh. Well, then what is she saying?
WILT: Do you want any juice?
After that misunderstanding, Coco and Cherri went along on the tour.
WILT: Hallways, hallways, always, hallways.
Mac fell behind as he had to stop and tie his shoes… but as his guard was down, Mac could've sworn he heard heavy breathing…most likely from a huge beast. So when Mac finished tying his laces, he looked back in fear, only to find nothing and no one there. He walks back to the group as the unknown beast was watching him from behind.
WILT: Music room, play room, rumpus room, arcade. Come on.
COCO: Coco.
While they left to continue the tour, the figure sneaker past the TV screen to keep spying on Mac.
WILT: Bedrooms, bedrooms, bedrooms, bedro-
However, they stumbled into the room of Her Royal Duchess Diamond Persnickety, the First, Last and Only, or simply Duchess, who was throwing towels at Frankie.
DUCHESS: No, no, no! This is unacceptable!
She said, lowering a towel down to reveal her disgusting elephant face.
DUCHESS: I will not stand for my good linens to be washed with everyone else's dirty laundry. I have said this time and time again, wash in imported water only. I don't care if you have to run a pipe from the swiss alps. Just do it, do it, do it! What do you want?
She screamed.
DUCHESS: Get out, get out, get out!
They closed the door on her.
WILT: That is Duchess. She thinks she's the best idea ever though of.
At that moment, a small wad of bubblegum with little strains on the top of his head.
GUMGUM: But if you ask me, she's one of the worst.
MYOPIC PATOOTIE: She's gross.
RODNEY SQUIDDLEBEAK: She's ugly.
JACKIE KHONES: She's evil.
MR. HERRIMAN: She is indeed.
Mr. Herriman couldn't help but quietly add his opinion about Duchess with Jackie Khones. But again, Mac felt that queasy feeling that they were being watched, but when he looked, he found nothing again.
MAC: Hey, Wilt. Speaking of evil, are there any monsters here?
GUMGUM: Well, kind of...I'm GumGum by the way.
The small figment said in a thick New York brogue.
MAC: I'm Mac. And this is my imaginary friend, Bloo.
BLOO: Hiya!
After they talked, they found themselves facing a large cage that was locked.
WILT: They're called Extremeasauruses. These vicious and destructive imaginary friends are created by jerky teenage boys.
LAUREN: Like Terrence.
WILT: We gotta keep 'em locked up, 'cause, boy, are they nasty. So, be careful.
With that, they were about to walk away from the cage to head back into the house, but a monstrous tentacle bade out of giant metal balls managed to slip through the bars of the one small window while their backs were turned, and it was aiming for Mac, who was being grabbed by the Extremeasaur in the cage.
MAC: Heeeelp!
BLOO: Mac!
LAUREN: MAC! LET HIM GO!
Everyone was panicking.
KNACK: Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts...
WILT: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but that is definitely NOT okay!
GUMGUM: Hey, bub! Let him go or else you will have fun putting for body back together.
COCO: Coco-Coco-Coco-Coco-Coco-Coco-Coco-Coco (my god, my god, my god, my god, my god)!
CHERRI: Well, he's dead.
Mac saw someone coming, charging like a bull in front of him. He was violet with huge horns, sharp fangs and small claws. with a demon tail.
MAC: M-M-Monster!
The beast roared a might roar as he hit the cage with his love. The Extremeasaur let go of Mac as he fell, but the beast caught him as he cradles Mac and started sobbing.
EDUARDO: El chico muerto!
BLOO: Let him go, you big stupid monster!
EDUARDO: Aaaah, I no monstro!
BLOO: Wait, stop! I just wanna punch you!
Bloo started to chase the beast around.
WILT: No, Bloo, no! It's okay! It's okay.
EDUARDO: El hombre azul es loco!
COCO: Coco (stop)!
EDUARDO: Why?
COCO: Coco coco coco (he's not a bad guy).
EDUARDO: No!
COCO: Coco coco coco (you have you stop running).
EDUARDO: No, no no!
COCO: Coco co. Coco. Coco (He's not bad; he thought YOU were bad).
EDUARDO: Sí.
COCO: Coco coco coco coco co (now stop running, please).
EDUARDO: Sí.
COCO: Coco coco coco coco coco co, co
The beast calmy stopped running and thanked Coco.
EDUARDO: Uh, sí. Gracias, Coco. Usted tiene una manera con palabras.
He put Mac back down on the ground and smiled.
WILT: Good job, Coco. You sure have a way with words.
Bloo bit the monster, who then ran around and screamed.
MAC: Bloo, stop! I think he's cool.
EDUARDO: Sí, sí, I cool, I cool. The little boy gets thrown around and around. And oh, it's so scary. I uh, you see, tried to help. Please little crazy blue man, I'm no monster. I am good guy. I am friend.
BLOO: Fwwend?
EDUARDO: Sí.
He said, whimpering.
WILT: Yes, that's what we've been trying' to tell you. Mac, Bloo, this is Eduardo. And he's one of the sweetest and kindest friends we've got here at Foster's. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
EDUARDO: Sí. And I am too scared of them anyway.
LAUREN: Well, why were you being all sneaky, and hiding from us all day?
EDUARDO: I uh I am, how do you say- scared of the little kid. And well, I was uh, afraid you would not like me. And so I hide.
MAC: Not like you? You're crazy. You saved me! You're a hero, Eduardo.
EDUARDO: Hero?
WILT: See? Friends. We're all friends.
CHERRI: Most of us, Wiltster; most of us.
KNACK: You should see every friend that's at -
However, they were interrupted an orange fuzzy friend with limbs incased in some jar of water on his head. For some reason, he had no limbs. He also had a meter and whistle sticking out the sides of his head.
STUMPY: Guys! I had come on with the ultimate weapon!
He slowly showed the gang a small rubber band. They all stared.
WILT: I'm sorry, Stumpy, but you spent half of the month working on that?
GUMGUM: All that time and money gone to waste on a RUBBER BAND?!
COCO: Coco coco (he's finally snapped).
STUMPY: Not just ANY rubber band - a rubber band capable to destroy entire cities! Ever nearly gotten your eye poked from one of these bad boys? This is 100x worse. Who are the guests?
KNACK: This is Mac, and this is Bloo. This is Mac's mom.
STUMPY: Hello! I'd be willing to help you all out.
WILT: There's friends with horns. With wings. With horns and wings. With horns and wings that talk.
ALICORN: Hey, guys.
KNACK: Hey.
Knack said back, offering him some hay,
ALICORN: Thanks.
WILT: Simple ones, stealthy ones, two in ones, unimaginative ones. Some kids aren't that creative, so they just copy what they see on TV. What you gonna do? Furry, fuzzy, fluffy, funky. Oh man, whooo. Big, small, young, old.
MR. HERRIMAN: Why, I never.
WILT: Happy, sad, good, bad.
DUCHESS: Well, I never.
BLOO: And don't forget, silly, snarky, nervous, inventive, grouchy, helpful, boring...
KNACK: Hey!
MAC: And now, blue.
BLOO: Well?
LAUREN: I guess he could stay.
With that, Bloo started jumping around and cheering like an excited child; eventually, he's even tackling Mac to the ground. Coco started running around and clucking happily, but in between she would sit down like a chicken, and giant, plastic, coloured, easter eggs would pop out from underneath.
COCO: Coco coco coco coco coco! COCO! Coco coco coco coco coco! Coco! COCO (yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES)!
BLOO: Wow.
MAC: What's she doing?
WILT: Whenever she gets excited, she lays these eggs.
KNACK: Open it up, there's a prize inside!
When Mac pops it open and conveniently, a new vase came out.
CHERRI: Hey, a Ming bust, that's a new one.
LAUREN: Just wait we need.
MAC: Wow, thanks, Coco.
COCO: Coco.
BLOO: This place is crazy, I love it!
FRANKIE: Glad to hear it. I guess you dug the tour? Pretty cool, huh?
BLOO: The coolest! This place is perfect.
MAC: Yeah. It's just like Bloo said. With him living here, Terrence will leave me alone, and I can visit him every day! Our problems are solved!
FRANKIE: Well, um. There is one little problem.
LAUREN: What? Can't Bloo live here?
FRANKIE: Yes, but-
BLOO: Then there's no prob, I stay here and Mac comes to see me every day. Done deal.
FRANKIE: Umm, Mac, Bloo. Foster's is a foster home. It's not a boarding house.
STUMPY: If you leave Bloo here, you can't come see him, 'cause he won't be yours anymore.
MAC: WHAT?
FRANKIE: He'll be put up for adoption, like everybody else here.
BLOO: Adoption?
WILT: Yeah. For one reason or another, we've all been given up by our creators, and as much as we all love living here, what we really want is to be adopted by a new kid who needs an imaginary friend.
GUMGUM: DON'T TALK ABOUT THE WORD "CREATOR", RIGHT NOW!
GumGum sniffed.
GUMGUM: Arthur...
BLOO: Well, then forget it. As cool as this place is, adoption's not an option. Come on, Mac, let's go.
MAC: Wait.
BLOO: What?! Come on, Mac,
LAUREN: We know, but what else can we do?
BLOO: But-
MAC: But don't worry, I'm not giving you up. Just stay here so I can think of a better idea. If I come back tomorrow-
FRANKIE: He's still yours, but if a kid shows up and wants him, and you're not here, he will be adopted.
MAC: Okay.
BLOO: Okay? OKAY?!
MAC: Don't worry, I will be here.
LAUREN: Don't worry, Bloo, we'll be back.
The two left, leaving Bloo in the dust. Herriman closed the door.
MR. HERRIMAN: "We'll be back." Hmpf. If I had a carrot for every time I'd heard that, I'd be a very fat rabbit. But don't worry, Master Bloo, you look like a fine imaginary friend and will most certainly be snatched up by a new child in no time.
Bloo walked up to the nearest front window with sorrow and glanced out and watched as Mac left as the giant metal gates closed themselves.