Hello again, everyone! I apologize is there is too much talking in this chapter… Enjoy!

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends © Cartoon Network & Craig McCracken

Chapter 2 - An Unexpected Gift

Even after the incidents that morning, Bloo continued to cause problems around the house - shoving Coco away from the pinball machine during the middle of her game, making Wilt do all his morning chores for him, and changing the television channel while Edurado was deeply involvedin a re-run episode of The Loved and the Loveless.

Eventually, two o'clock rolled around as the house's infamous eight-year-old arrived in the lobby.

"Mac!" Bloo shouted, jumping down the stairs three steps at a time. Wilt, Coco and Eduardo followed close behind.

"Hey guys! Happy birthday, Bloo!" Mac held out a brightly wrapped box adorned with curly green bow. Bloo's eyes lit up.

"Oh Mac, for me? This wouldn't happen to be Ultra-Blasteroid Shooter 10, now would it?" Mac rolled his eyes. Bloo had been continuously bringing the game up for the past month.

"Hey Mac, did you hear about that new game, Ultra-Blasteroid Shooter 10? Now that would be a great game to give for a birthday present."

"Hey Mac, do ya wanna play a game? How about Ultra-Blasteroid Shooter 10? Oh, that's right, I don't have that one…"

"Hey Mac, can I get ya another Ultra-Blasteroid Shooter 10… I mean, soda?"

But apart from it being an agreeable awesome game, it was also cost an outrageous sixty-nine dollars.

Eduardo squirmed with excitement at the sight of the colorful box. "Oh! Open it, Senior Bloo! Open it!"

The three friends hovered over Bloo as he recklessly ripped the paper from the neatly wrapped gift.

"Mac, you shouldn't have…. I mean you really shouldn't have!" Bloo looked down at the gift disgustingly. Resting inside the torn wrapping paper was a thick yellow book with the words Paddleball for Pinheads written on the cover. "What the heck is this?" Bloo asked angrily, "What happened to the Ultra-Blasteroid Shooter 10 you told me you were going to get me?"

"Bloo, I'm eight years old! I don't have that kind of money! And I never told you that I was going to buy you that game!"

"I wanted to get you un Senior PotatoHead." Eduardo chimed in. Bloo threw the book onto the ground, offended.

"I'm sorry, but that is not ok!" Wilt said, shaking his head.

"Coco coco coco co!"

"That's right. It's the thought that counts, Bloo."

"Oh yeah? If it's the thought that counts, then where's YOUR present?" He pointed an accusing finger at the gangly red friend.

"That gift was from all of us. And besides, you know that we don't have any money." Coco and Eduardo nodded in agreement.

"…You're right, guys. It is the thought that counts." Bloo leaned down to pick up the gift on the floor. "Now if you don't mind, I think I'll go back to my room to read my new book."

"Alright, we're going to go play outside then. Is that ok?" Wilt asked, a large smilespreadacross his face.

"That's fine. You guys go have fun. I'll catch up with you later…" He watched as the four friends walked out the front doors. When they were out of sight, Bloo threw the book onto the floor again, stomping on it repeatedly. "Well, if Mac won't get me Ultra-Blasteroid Shooter 10, I'll just have to get it myself!"

"Frankie, can I get a ride downtown?"

"Bloo, I'm kind of busy. What do you need to go downtown for, anyway?"

"I need to…. get …a….new…...shirt?"

"…Nice try, Bloo."

"Madame Foster, can I borrow the keys to your car?"

"Well of course you can!"

"YES!"

"But not today! Today is my weekly checkers game with Jerkins. She hasn'twon a single game in two months! Ho ho…"

"URG!"

"Hey Mr. H, can I ask…"

"No."

"Ah! I'll never get that game at this rate!" Bloo paced back and forth in his room, thinking about the options he had left. "Now lets see… I can't do Orlando Bloo without someone else…"

"No no no! It is strictly against house rules to skateboard in the house!" Bloo poked his head out the doorway to see Mr. Herrimanwaving a finger ata smaller green-haired friend as he held the skateboard in the other. "Now go back to your room this instant!" The friend hung his head shamefully as he trudged back down the hall.

"That's it!" Bloo shouted triumphantly. If he could just get a hold of that skateboard, he could ride down to the video game store and back again before anyone noticed! All he needed was a distraction…

"Mr. Herriman! Mr. Herriman! Frankie is using cold water to clean the bathroom tile on the second floor!" Bloo shouted loudly from down the hall.

"How many time do I have to tell that girl to use hot water only!" Completely forgetting the skateboard, he dropped it onto the floor had hopped hurriedly up the staris.

"YES! HA HA HA!" Shrieking loudly, he held the skateboard over his head triumphantly, running down the hall, into the lobby, out the front doors, and into the street, laughing madly the entire way.

Out on the front lawn, Wilt, Eduardo, Coco, and Mac were playing a game of catch. Suddenly, Bloo came bursting through the double doors cackling obnoxiously. They watched as he ran down the front walk, turn left and continue down the street.

"… Co coco co?"

"Yeah, I think that was Bloo…"