20 years ago...
Wilt, who was still unhappy, heard the unmistakable Cocoing from the new arrival, Coco, when she was brought to Fosters, Mr. Herriman couldn't even discipline her, (he still can't do it now) but then he tried to listen to her.
Meanwhile…
Frankie was on the potty, when a noise pulled her away, a coco sort of noise. Frankie pulled herself off the potty where she was going to the toilet, and head off down the hall. Coco was chirping safely in her room, but Frankie didn't know that... (She was only two) so she went a different way than the bedroom...she found a door. "Master Wilt, Master Eduardo and Miss Coco, locate Miss Francis, she's late for, ahem...num-nums" Mr. Herriman flexed his fingers in the word "num-nums"
Back to Frankie….
She cleverly stacked up building blocks to get to the doorknob. She was about to turn the knob when..."Frankie...NO!" But it was too late. To everyone's horror (except Frankie, the two year old) the door swung open. For a minute nothing happened...but then a few Scribbly looking things came out...a few became a dozen a dozen became 20, 20 became 40 and then more than a thousand little Scribbles came out..."Oh no" wailed Wilt, Ed, and Coco.