Nightmare Street

And, we meet again! I am incredibly BORED already, and I've only been out of school for one day!

Anyway, I am all happy now, because last night I stuck an earring through one of my holes that supposedly closed 4 years ago…and it went through! So now I have 4 earlobe piercings in one ear, and 3 in the other, Hehe. I feel so lopsided…

Anyway—

I honestly don't feel like waiting to write this chapter, 'cuz I have NOTHING BETTER TO DO, so…here we are. Hello.

Disclaimer: Same as last time, Hehe. Don't own it, don't even partially own it—and never gonna' have it. I WISH:Cries:

I know, I have personally never heard of anyone with the last name 'Kazoo' before, tee hee. But, now you have. And I have no idea where I got the name 'Brannie' from, Hehe. But it's pronounced Bran-ee.

There's gonna' be some swearing going on as well. But it should be PG-13 appropriate I guess, lol.

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Chapter 2

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"Name tag, name tag…where the hell is it?" She mumbled to herself, searching feverishly through her purse. 'Aha.', she smiled in triumph as she pulled it out, and pinned it onto her white shirt. 'Brannie Kazoo', it read in black print. Straightening it out before glancing at the clock, 'Shit, I'm late!', she hurried out the door and slammed it shut.

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Mac awoke at a quarter past ten. Slowly clambering out of bed, he stretched out his tiny limbs before heading out the door and into the bathroom. Once reaching his destination, he reached into the cabinet. Pulling out a small bottle of Advil, he took out a tiny pill, and swallowed it. Man, he had a headache. He glanced in the mirror at his right eye, which was puffy and swollen.

Glancing at the clock in the living room, he figured he would head out to Foster's. After a thorough check to make sure his mother was gone and his brother still asleep (which was confirmed by the animal-like snoring emitting from the direction of his room), Mac headed out the door. It was a few blocks away, but he didn't mind the walk. It was a relatively nice day out, a good breeze, not too humid. The sky looked a little gray and cloudy however, and he hoped it waited until after he left Foster's to rain. He really wasn't anticipating walking home with it pouring outside—he hadn't even thought to bring a jacket.

Walking up the steps to the old mansion, he heard yelling inside. It sounded like Frankie and Mr. Herriman—and it most likely was. Timidly, and bracing himself for whatever was going on inside, he knocked on the door. A few moments later, Frankie's obviously annoyed face appeared in the doorway, "Yeah?"

Noticing who it was, her face brightened up a bit, "Oh, hey Mac. Come on in…why did you knock anyway?"

"Uh, hey. Well, I heard you and Mr. Herriman fighting, and I didn't want to…uh, interrupt." Mac said, carefully shielding the wound beneath his right eye.

Frankie smiled, "Well, it's over Anyway. Nothing big—the stupid rabbit just was complaining about the friends overeating." She sighed, "He's complaining that my meals aren't healthy enough! Whatever." She mumbled, walking off still grumbling to herself.

Mac laughed, Frankie and Mr. Herriman never seemed to enjoy each other's company. Speaking of company…where was Bloo? Mac walked into the living room, where Wilt and Eduardo were sitting on the couch watching TV. Noticing a new presence in the room, Wilt looked up. "Oh, hey Mac!" He greeted warmly, his trademark smile spread across his face, "Do you want to watch some TV with us?"

"Hey Wilt, hey Eduardo. No thanks; I'm uh…looking for Bloo. Have you seen him anywhere?" Mac asked, smiling as Eduardo waved a greeting at him.

"Sorry Mac, but I haven't seen him since I got up this morning." Wilt answered, "But he might still be up in our room."

"Sì, I think I saw him there earlier." Eduardo answered, "He was writing something."

Mac headed towards the stairs, turning back around to shout out a "Thanks!" before heading upstairs to find his Imaginary Friend. The door to Bloo, Wilt, Eduardo, and Coco's room was closed, so he paused at it and listened for a moment before deciding it was safe to enter. "Bloo?" he asked, opening it slightly and peeking inside, "You in here?"

And suddenly he was pulled entirely into the room, and engulfed in a hug from his best friend. "Hey kiddo! I was wondering when you'd show up! You'll never believe what I thought up—guess, guess!"

"Uh, a piece of paper?" Mac asked, laughing as his friend took away the paper he had shoved in his face. He sat down on the bed as Bloo crashed on it as well, once again shoving the paper in his face.

"No way, it's much better then a stupid piece of paper! Ladies and gentlemen—and Mac, may I present to you…"

"How to Tale Over the World?" Mac read from the paper, the title in bold underlined block letters, "What?"

"It's a guide on how to take over the world!" Bloo yelled excitedly, ripping the paper out of Mac's grasp, "We can rule the world!"

A vision of himself in robes surrounded by a burning city (and maybe Terrence, Mr. Herriman, and the Duchess waiting on his every whim) came into Bloo's head, which caused him to let out a rather evil laugh.

"Whoa, Bloo…calm down." Mac advised, laughing at his friend's idea. "I don't think taking over the world is such a great idea."

"What! You don't want the riches—the fame—the…hey, bud, what's wrong with your eye?" Bloo asked suddenly, and Mac's hand went to his face. He had forgotten to cover it.

"Uh, Terrence." Mac replied instantly, and smiled faintly as Bloo accepted his excuse and continued talking. He never noticed Frankie watching them, a small frown on her face.

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Shorter chapter this time, but oh well…I am bored still.

Thanks for the great reviews guys, keep 'em coming!