The trio in the foyer was taken aback at the arm jutting through the air, and they drew their eyes upward to see who it was attached to.

"Can I come in?" the voice asked.

"Uh...yeah!" Frankie exclaimed. She opened the door further and John Stiles walked in. Everyone was struck silent by his presence--he was only a little taller than Frankie, but he was incredibly well-built. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail and his goatee extended in a straight line from his lip to his chin. He didn't look like someone you'd want to mess with, that's for sure. He broke the awkward silence, asking, "Aren't you gonna shake my hand?"

Frankie stared blankly at him for a few seconds before snapping back to reality and answering, "YES!" She extended her hand, grabbed his, and shook it firmly. "I'm Frankie Foster."

"John Stiles. Nice to meet you, Frankie...is that short for something?"

"Frances."

"That's a nice name, Frances. Why don't you use it?"

"Well, everyone's called me Frankie since I was ten seconds old, so..." She chuckled, and to her surprise, so did John. Bloo rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Come on..."

John overheard Bloo's protest and looked over Frankie's shoulder. "Who are these two?" he asked.

"Oh, that's Mac, and that's his imaginary friend Bloo," she answered.

"Well, I can see why he named you Bloo," John said as he bent down to shake his hand.

"Very funny, wiseguy," Bloo answered. He took his hand and pulled him in close, saying, "I've got my eye on you, buddy."

"Um...o...kay, then." He turned to Mac and said, "Barrel o' laughs, isn't he?"

"You should see him on a good day." He extended his hand, and another handshake took place.

"So...did you have any trouble finding the place?" Frankie asked.

"Oh, no trouble at all. My folks and I dropped off one of my old imaginary friends here once."

"Really? How very interesting," Bloo said.

"Knock it off, Bloo!" Mac said.

"Oh...look at the time!" Frankie suddenly exclaimed. "I think we'd better get off to the restaurant!"

"I guess so." He gestured towards a blue Toyota Camry parked in the street and said, "If you want, I'll drive."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely. From what I heard you say when we talked earlier, you work hard enough here. The least I can do is offer you a ride."

Frankie was stunned and surprised by this show of generosity and said, "Well...thank you, John."

"No problem." The two of them left arm in arm and soon, Mac and Bloo heard the engine turn over and eventually fade into the distance. As soon as it was silent again, Bloo raced to the closet and brought out the long trenchcoat, top hat and fake moustache that made up Orlando Bloo. As soon as Mac saw what Bloo had in mind, he exclaimed, "No. No way. Ohhhh, no."

"Come on, Mac," Bloo pleaded. "It's our duty as Frankie's friends to see whether or not this guy is genuine."

"Bloo, I promised Frankie I wouldn't do this!"

"Mac, if anything happens, we can always blame it on someone else." Mac glared at him, unconvinced. "It worked before," Bloo said in a sing-song voice as he dangled the top hat from his hands.

Mac angrily snatched it from him and said, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Remember, we're doing this for Frankie. Let's go!" He started for the door before stopping and calling up the local pizza joint. Within minutes, Chris, now off the clock this time, was knocking on the door. As Bloo opened it, he said, "No time to explain, Carl! We need to get to Carbonna's!"

"For the last time, blue boy, it's CHRIS!" he yelled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Let's just get going!" As the trio started for Chris' truck, they noticed a red Mitsubishi Eclipse sitting on the opposite side of the street from where John had parked. Upon seeing it, Chris mumbled, "Jeez, he's still there?"

"Still there?" Mac asked. "What do you mean?"

"My last delivery around here was about an hour ago, and he was parked in that same spot then, too. I don't know about you guys, but it kinda freaked me out."

"Oh, don't worry about it!" Bloo exclaimed as they climbed into the Ranger. "TO CARBONNA'S!"

As the truck left the scene, the Eclipse rumbled to life. Now that that blue thing had given away where they were going, Dylan punched "Carbonna's" into his GPS and got its location. Looked like Frankie was there already. He smugly laughed to himself as he put the car in gear and began to drive.