Author's notes: This fanfiction I am creating is commemorating my all time favorite funny cartoon Foster's home for imaginary friends, the all time hilarious cartoon that always manages to deliver me good laughs and humor..plus...I have a crush on Frankie '..err anyways I hope you enjoy this story, it didn't take me a lot of thinking power but it's an idea I like, plus it has me, and who am I you ask? My name is Matthew, and I'm going to play a roll in this fanfic but I am mostly a comedy relief...(and I'm going to win the heart of Frankie!) the main people of this fic however will be of course Mac, Bloo and his friends who reside in Foster's house. So sit back, relax and try to enjoy, if not..go read something else!
Chapter 1
THY NAME IS MATTHEW
NOT MIKE!
"I TOLD YOU TO STACK THE DISHES NOT BREAK 'EM!" a voice screamed out through the kitchen into the ears of a young man with blonde scruffy hair and blue eyes wearing rather baggy and average joe clothing, as he instantly dropped another plate onto the floor as it made a rather loud shattering noise. A rather obese and somewhat obnoxious man wearing a chef's hat and an dirty filthy apron to go. He looked down upon the young man with a glare as he gave a serious tone in his voice, "This is the seventh time this week you've been messing up breaking every piece of good china we have Michael! I can't take this any longer! You're destroying my business!" the young man lowered his head down in embarrassment not just because he had broken another set of fine dishes for the restaurant, but also because once again someone had yelled out his name wrong, "it's uh..Matthew sir..or Matt" the young man said putting a fake smile on his face hoping that maybe it will change the subject. "Whatever! You're name can be moron for all I care! You've pushed my last nerve, and I've had it with your stupid daydreaming and your ideals to help the restaurant with those dang pictures of yours!" as that was said by the large man he threw the drawings that Matthew had created in attempts to see if his artwork could make some kind of success as a form of advertisement for this rather run down and ruddy restaurant that he worked in as a dishwasher, "but I don't understand it" Matthew replied, "I thought it would maybe be kinda cool if we drew some cartoons and comic heroes so we could attract more costumers of all ages, so that way you could make more of a profit". The huge hairy ape like man merely snorted and glared once again as he replied, "if I wanted my business to look like some kind of unprofessional little kitty carnival I would've became a circus ring master! This is a professional restaurant, I don't have time to waste on something as stupid as funny looking cartoons and characters from a cheesy comic book!" with that remark he instantly scooted out Matthew before he could even say one word as the door was slammed in front of his face. With that happening, Matthew sunk his head low realizing once again he had failed to keep a job. "Back to the want adds...for the fifty seventh time" Matthew said to himself as he walked back home. As he got home the hours passed, and Matthew thought to himself within his head of why he couldn't do so well when it came to doing more then one obstacle at a time, and why he would always daydream even he was trying his hardest not to. Despite he would often go off in his own mind wondering what would happen next in his own world, Matthew would always try his hardest to focus on the task at hand, and then that's when trouble would often happen. Whenever Matthew was often on his own he would think about ideas of what to draw on some paper with his artistic talent and try his hardest to come up with new ideas which he would eventually turn into a story, or in his case a comic book. Matthew had desired to become a successful comic book artist for quite some time, and would do just about anything to achieve that profession, but he realized he would need more then just a creative mind, he would need money and people who could reference him should he need it upon request, and at the moment he was in a real mess. When Matthew arrived home he went to the paper to look for anything that might be able to give him a chance back in the work force. He would see adds for more restaurants and dish washers, with that he instantly looked away deciding he would never want to do dishes ever again! Suddenly, as Matthew was about to give up he came across an add for something rather peculiar he had never seen in the paper before in big bold letters, "FOSTER'S HOME FOR IMAGINARY FRIENDS! An imagination habitation for forgotten imaginary friends that desperately need shelter, food, a place to sleep, and of corse to be wanted! In need of extra help with utilities, repair and of corse, taking care of imaginary friends in need of help. Must be: friendly, responsible, helpful and of corse, CREATIVE! Check website or phone for more information." Matthew's eyes widened with a bit of interest, he had heard many times about Foster's home for imaginary friends and had seen many imaginary friends that were with the very children that created them to keep them company and have fun with them. At first Matthew thought that this would be a bad idea because he knew that this job would also require heavy multi tasking, but he realized he was the oldest of three siblings and with no father around and only his mother as the only parent in the house, it was his duty to make sure that he would do everything in his power to help out when it was needed. It was that thought alone that made him realize that he could do this job if he was accepted and maybe he could actually stick with it! Giving that ascensive in his head, he automatically went to get some sleep knowing it would be too late now to go see about his possible new job, but coming the next day he would attempt to go there first thing in the morning and see to it about having a job at that place, in a house filled with creative ideas, something that Matthew always knew very much about!
