The next morning, Bloo knocked on Frankie's door.
"Frankie," he whined, "I'm hungry! Wake up and make me something to eat!" When he got no response, he knocked even louder. Still no response.
Irritated, he began banging on the door, screaming, "FRANKIE! Openupopenupopenupopenupopen--" He was cut off suddenly when the door was flung open and an agitated, audibly tired male voice shouted, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT, BLOO?"
Confused, Bloo asked, "John? Is that you?"
"Who else would it be, short stack?" He leaned against the frame, noticeably disheveled and almost completely nude. Bloo shielded his eyes and exclaimed, "JEEZ, put some pants on, willya?"
"What's going on? You hungry?"
"Well, duh! You heard me, didn't you?" Their argument awoke Frankie, who sleepily rubbed her eyes and asked, "John, what's going on?"
"Nothing, honey. Just having a talk with Bloo."
Bloo incredulously asked, "Honey? What's going on with that?"
John slyly grinned and answered, "Oh, nothing. Tell you what, Bloo--give us fifteen minutes and we'll meet you downstairs. We can go out to eat if you want."
"You sure?"
"Why not? Frankie and I have some business to take care of anyway, and you can come along if you want."
"Wow...sorry about the excessive knocking before."
"Don't worry about it--just don't do it again."
Bloo left the vicinity of Frankie's room and went outside. As he sat on the porch drinking a juice box, he noticed a gleaming light in a clump of trees. He squinted to get a better look at it and then noticed a flash coming from that same area. Suspicious, he cocked an eyebrow and went to investigate. As he drew closer to the source of the light and the flash, he noticed that it had come from near the top of the tree. Bloo spat on his hands, crouched, and jumped onto the trunk, grabbing hold of it and climbing as quietly as he could. When he reached the top, a clump of leaves blocked his view of the source of the light.
Bloo began to sweat as he played out the various scenarios in his mind. He prayed that it was an imaginary friend, but all indications told him that it was Dylan. Dylan Lee in the tree. He gulped and grabbed the branch, only to freeze up. With his heart ready to jump out of his chest and breathing heavily, Bloo drew the branch back only to see--
"WHERE ARE YOU, BLOO?"
The sudden exclamation caused Bloo to scream and lose his footing, sending him plummeting out of the tree, landing right on Frankie. "Bloo?" she asked.
"Oh...hey, Frankie."
"What were you doing up there?" John asked. Bloo stared up at the tree and managed to see nothing but leaves and branches. He answered his question with a half-truth: "I got bored, so I decided to climb a tree. Yep. Nothing less, nothing more."
"O...kay. Let's go, then." As the three of them walked to John's car, Bloo uneasily glanced back at the forest behind Foster's, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. When they drove off, Dylan calmly strode across the sidewalk in front of the building, staring at it and mumbling, "Soon, Frankie. Very soon." A camera dangled from his shoulder as he continued walking down the street.