Bloo was sad. It was raining. "Oh man" he said. "Not another one." Mac came to his side. "Bloo, what're doing'" Bloo sighed. Madame Foster came in followed by Wilt, Eduardo, Coco, Frankie and Mr. Herriman.
"So" said Madame Foster, "Bloo's feeling...Bloo," she giggled. Mac laughed too but Bloo stared out of rain-washed window, expressionless.
"I was just going to tell everyone the story about Frankie's..." Frankie gave a look of anger. "Eh...em...babysitters." Bloo laughed...but still stayed at the window. "C'mon Bloo, it's a funny story." Frankie turned a little pink and blushed. Bloo thought and then said, "Ah, the hec with it," and sat down. Madame Foster cleared her throat. "20 years ago...when Wilt wasn't so tall, Ed was less scared and Coco...ehem...was still crazy..." Bloo laughed. Coco gave a look. Bloo fell silent.