Know your stars- Foster's Home for Imaginary friends style
Yet another chapter, oh an I'm not so good at rhyming.
Chapter 11
Uncle Pockets
Mac was being dragged backstage, and then he got locked in a cage (rhyme!). Then the best imaginary friend ever came out.
"Hello?" Is anybody there? One of my friends has a problem with his hair."
"Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars."
"Huh?"
"Uncle Pockets, is the worst imaginary friend ever."
"What? I'm the best imaginary friend ever. And if it goes without saying, I may be that forever."
"Uncle Pockets, is about to get turned into an old man."
Just then a powder hit Uncle Pockets and then he spoke, and he looked like an old human!
"What, why do I feel like an old man?"
Uncle Pockets is about to get a phone call from a crazy girl.
Just then, a crazy lady called Uncle Pockets.
"Hello?"
"Yes this is uh, Warba Narbanarba."
"What? I don't know any Warba darbavarafafdaba."
"Congratulations you've won the grand prize!"
"Grand prize, what'd I win?"
"A cordless pig."
"A cordless pig,oh- wait a minute I didn't even know pigs had cords!"
"Hello this is the Lumina Lumina farm Company."
"Hello Lumina Lumina farm Company, why'd you call me, I was about to win a source of bacon with no cord."
"Yes, what time do you want your zebras delivered?"
"Zebras?"
"Hello this is Dr. Faminumina."
"But I don't know any Doctor Famidibubida-birds!"
"I have all your clams."
"Clams? What's this about clams? I was knowing of Zebras and cords!"
"Yeah this is the Mufin-dufin wrecking company."
"Well hello Mufin-de-dufin-de wrecking company."
"Yeah when do you want your house torn down?"
"What? All I know is Zebras, cords, and clams. THE CLAMS!"
"Thank you for calling, your credit card will now be charged."
"I don't credit card, and you called me. And what happened to my house?"
"That'll be $40."
"$40? For what?"
"For English, press one, for Japanese, press two."
"But I don't speak the Japanese."
"So press one."
Beep!
"I pressed the 1 button, number 1, where's the English?"
"Otan tobe omedato."
"I TELLS YA I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE JAPANESENSE PEOLES!"
"Sunomon tekavaki!"
"What's going on?"
"Would you like some gravy?"
"Gravy, what's that got to do with anything?"
"Would you like some more spaghetti?"
"Spaghetti? But I can't digest the noodles!"
"Good bye."
"Goodbye, what's with you? You say things of Gravy, Italian food, and the sounds of Japan! Why? You have the wrong number! You have the wrong number! I'm afraid of cheese! Hello? You've dialed the wrong number! The number you've dialed is wrong! Hello? My family died in a gravy train! Hello? The CLAMS!"
(The girl is making funny facial gestures at Uncle Pockets as he says these things.)
The Uncle Pockets voice went back to normal.
"Now you know, Uncle Pockets."
"NO THEY DON'T!"
Next up is… well, I don't know! Somebody give me an idea! And please review my other new story!