Together Forever

Two years fall upon Foster's Home. A lot has changed in those seven hundred fifty days. Bob has long since recovered from his surgery. He and Frankie are madly in love, and don't care who knows it. Mac has since dropped his crush, and has found something of a father figure in the pugilist. Bloo and Bob have dropped their feud, and become friends, even if the blue guy could be a thorn in his side. One day, he and Frankie were doing their regular boxing.

"Hey Frankie," he said, weaving around one of her punches, "I was just wondering if you had any plans for tonight."

"Nothing important," she said, throwing another punch, as it connected with his torso, "why?"

"I know of a really great ice cream place," he said, ducking under a punch and countering to the gut, "If you're up for a milkshake tonight."

"Better than what I had planned tonight," said Frankie, "besides, I love you too much to say no." Bob smiled ear to ear,

"Great," he said, "we'll shove off after dinner." Little did Frankie know that she had fallen into a scheme that Bob had set up a few hours ago.

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Bob walked into Straight From The Cow, a famous ice creamery in town. The place made its own ice cream, right in the restaurant. None could compare to the freshness and flavor of the stuff. Bob walked to the counter, and asked for the manager. The manager, who had a free moment, came out. She was tall and skinny, with curly blonde hair and a wart on the tip of her nose.

"What can I do for you?" asked the woman,

"I have a plan for a certain someone I care about." Said Bob, "and I want to spend the rest of my life with her." Bob and the manager chatted, and thus, the plan was created.

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Bob and Frankie walked along the street. It was a bit chilly, but neither were bothered by it, as Frankie wore her usual jacket and Bob was rarely cold. They came to their destination, the ice creamery that Bob had mentioned earlier that day. They walked in, and the scene was rather mundane, as people were simply eating their ice cream, drinking coffee, and just having a rather boring time. The couple walked to the counter and ordered a malt to share. Bob winked at the clerk, and she winked back. That was weird to Frankie, she was way too old for Bob to be flirting with.

The pair took their seats, and chatted about random things. Frankie had found when they'd officially started dating that Bob had a habit of interjecting the original conversation with something new, which would lead them to entirely different conversation topics, but eventually getting back to the original. Today, however, he simply carried on what Frankie was talking about, and it almost annoyed her. But before she could ask Bob if something was wrong, the malt arrived, with two small candies. Another trademark of the restaurant was that their candies were all cowbell shaped. Frankie took her candy to unwrap it, but something was amiss. The candy was stiff, which chocolate was not supposed to be.

Frankie raised a brow; SOMETHING was up. She opened the candy, and there she saw it. Amidst two pieces of cardboard shaped like cowbells, there was a ring. She gasped, Before Bob came to her with a lavender ring box. Frankie handed him the ring, as he put it in.

"Frankie," he said, "you're an amazing woman. You're smart, you're beautiful, and let's face it, you complete me." As Bob continued talking, customers began whispering to each other, pointing to Bob. "You're an enormous source of companionship. Even in what we thought were our last hours, you were there for me. I don't want to picture what my future would be like without you, so I have a question." He got on a knee, and opened the ring Box. "Frankie Foster, will you marry me?" Tears that had been fighting to fall finally did.

"Yes," she said. And so, the newly betrothed Bob and Frankie kissed, right in the middle of the ice creamery. The people around them burst into applause. The clerk whistled to them, shining tears in her eyes.

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Bob and Frankie walked back into Fosters, and found a large group of the friends watching the TV outside of the kitchen,

"Oh," said Wilt, "you're back. We're having a movie marathon."

"Awww," said Mac, "I'm out of Popcorn."

"I'll get some more," said Bloo, "this time we're having kettle corn."

"Coco," said Coco in disagreement, and said her name three more times. Both of them ran into the kitchen.

"We're not having butter," cried Bloo, "we made that last time."

"Better make sure they don't kill each other," said Frankie, following them in. Bloo and Coco were arguing over boxes of popcorn, trying to pry them from each other and make the popcorn they wanted. Frankie took them,

"We'll make both," she said, "just quit arguing." Bloo saw something on Frankie's hand. He took her hand, and said,

"Is that what I think it is?" Frankie tried to keep him silent, but failed. He flew from the kitchen, yelling.

"Frankie's engaged!" Soon everyone in the vicinity was in an uproar. It wasn't long before they settled down.

"Congratulations, you two." Said Mac.

"Thanks, man." Said Bob.

"I always knew this would happen," said Madame Foster, coming in as soon as she heard the uproar. "You two are so cute together." Coco laid an egg, and from it came bride and groom figures, looking like Bob and Frankie. Eduardo began bawling in his usual behavior, grabbing the couple and rocking them around.

"I'm sorry," said Wilt, "this is more than okay, it's so sweet." Mac looked at the clock.

"Oh, no!" He cried, "I didn't realize how late it was, I'm way past my bedtime. Mom is gonna kill me." With that, he picked up his backpack and floored it home. Wilt took his turn looking at it,

"It IS getting kind of late," he said, before letting out a stiffening yawn, "I'm hitting the hay." The other friends followed suit, even Madame Foster was clearing out. Bob noticed a cushy blanket left behind by a friend, and grabbed it. Frankie laid on him, as Bob laid the blanket over them.

Frankie kissed Bob on the lips before snuggling into his chest. The happy couple fell to sleep this way. The following morning at breakfast, the remainder of the house was informed of Bob and Frankie's engagement. They were greeted with many congrats and well wishes from the majority of the house. Only Duchess had bad things to say about it, but they were used to it by now.

"Why don't we have the wedding here?" Madame Foster suggested,

"I quite agree," said Herriman, "Bob and Frankie haven't got the funds for a fancy church. The seating, the buffet, all of it would be at very little cost here. We could even have extra chairs and the like for their non imaginary friends." Herriman informed them that the wedding would be held at Foster's, like it or not, but Bob and Frankie were not deterred by this.

"And why don't we have friends here at the home fill positions," suggested Frankie. "They'd probably do it for free anyway."

"Good idea," said Bob, "but there's a thousand plus friends here, how do we decide?"

"Let's do it this way," suggested Madame Foster, "you two decide, this being your wedding." Bob and Frankie decided to ask certain roles of the friends.

Mac walked into the home, his usual visiting still intact.

"Mac," cried Bob, "glad I caught you, I have something to ask you."

"What is it, Bob?" asked Mac,

"I was wondering," said Bob, "if you would be my best man." Mac couldn't believe his ears.

"What does a best man do?" he asked.

"Well," said Bob, "A best man is the eye witness to the wedding. A wedding, while hyped to the gills with romance, is still a legal affair. The Best Man basically has to be there during the signing of the documents. So he's a pretty important guy at a wedding. It's often quite an honor to be asked." Mac smiled,

"I'd be honored," he said,

"Perfect," cried Bob, taking a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and crossing off Best Man from his roles. "Now we need a ring bearer."

"I volunteer." Said a voice. The two looked, and who should they see but Bloo. "I'd make the best darn ringbearer you've ever seen."

"How do we know you won't steal the rings?" Asked Bob,

"Do you see any fingers here?" asked Bloo, holding up his stubby hands, "I couldn't wear the rings even if I wanted to."

"Good point," said Bob, "what the heck, go ahead." He crossed Ring Bearer from the list.

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Frankie approached the green and blue bird known to the world as Coco.

"Hey," she said, "would you like to be the flower girl at our wedding?"

"Coco," she began, and continued in a long list. Frankie, who had known the bird for a very long time now, had come to be able to understand Coco. "Great," she said, taking a list from her jacket pocket and crossing out Flower Girl.

"Now we need a Maid of Honor." When suddenly there were footsteps approaching, and who should be there but Goo. Over the past years, Goo had learned to control her overactive imagination, not spewing out new friends every time she said a word.

"What's a maid of honor do?" she asked.

"A maid of honor," said Frankie, "is pretty much the right hand woman of a bride. She plans the party, leads the bridesmaids, and even being the sergeant at arms. She's like the female version of a Best Man, only with more duties."

"Well," said Goo, "has anyone volunteered yet?"

"No," said Frankie, "I'm looking for someone to fill that position now."

"Well," said Goo, "I volunteer."

"Great!" said Frankie, crossing Maid of Honor from the list.

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Frankie and Bob met in Madame Foster's office a few hours later.

"Did you get all your roles done?" asked Bob to his Fiancee,

"Yes," said Frankie, "and you." Bob greeted her question with a nod. They took the lists from their pockets, and read aloud who got which role.

"I have Mac as my best man," said Bob, "Bloo is the ring bearer, and I have Uncle Pockets, Joe, and Handy as my groomsmen."

"Coco is the flower girl," said Frankie, "and Goo is my maid of honor. I have Cindy Lou, Jeans Marie, and Louise as my bridesmaids."

Cindy Lou and Jeans Marie were taken in soon after Bob and Frankie officially started dating. Cindy Lou's body was a large white C, and her arms and legs were blue L's. Jeans Marie was a pair of pants with eyes, and her mouth was the fly of the pants.

"But there's still the issue of the Priest," said Frankie."

"I have a friend," said Madame Foster, "who can fill that position." She picked up the phone and gave a call,

"Jim, It's Foster. Good to talk to you too. Listen, you remember Frankie, my granddaughter? She's getting married, and we're having the wedding here at the home, and we need a priest. You will? Splendid. They haven't decided yet, I'll ask them." She took the phone away from her ear, "When do you guys want to get married?" Frankie and Bob talked about it for a bit, and they decided to wait a week.

"They're having the wedding in a week," said Foster. "Great, see you then." She hung up.

This chapter is pretty long so I'll cut it here. Hope you like it, now all he have to do is have the wedding.