Author's Question: Just before we go any further, I just have one simple thing to ask you all. Was it only at my school that the rule was if you were swinging in unison with someone, that meant you were getting married? Or if that a pretty common elementary school joke? Oh jeez, I just hope it's the latter.

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"…I can go higher than you!" Bloo taunted playfully as he zipped back and forth on his swing. Giggling uncontrollably, the little girl swinging about next to him stuck out her tongue as she eagerly took up the challenge.

"No you can't, no you can't, no you can't!" she trilled happily, furiously pumping her legs. "I can go waaaay higher than youuuuu!" she whooped.

"Ha, not on your life!" The little blob scoffed, kicking hard with the lower of his body in hasty effort to gain more momentum. "I'd like to see you try it, before you know it, I'll be kissing the sky!"

"No you can't, no way!" Goo countered gleefully.

"Yeah, just you watch!" the little imaginary friend shot back with a haughty smirk.

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nuh-"

"Stoppit!" The third member of their party, a chestnut-haired eight-year-old boy snapped at the two. "Knock it off, you guys!"

"He started it!" Goo whined as she zipped past him.

"I don't care….besides, I can swing higher than both of you hands down, and you know it!" Mac taunted, blowing his friends a sloppy raspberry as he shot back and forth, eager to get a noticeable height advantage against his comrades.

"Oh, no way! No way!" Bloo growled with mock ferocity. "Just you see, I'll swing the pants off both of you!"

"Heeheehee!" Goo only tittered madly at the ridiculous thought. "Gross, Bloo! Well, I'll go so high, I'll be able to swing the pants on to you! Ha!"

Flying back and forth, and tossing a barrage of ridiculous insults and taunts at one another, the little group became deeply immersed in their silly competition. So much, in fact, that they didn't even notice the redheaded young woman watching them from a distance as she passed by, followed by her unusually lanky imaginary companion.

Wilt chuckled as he paused for a moment to watch the picturesque moment. "Aw, look at 'em, Frankie. Kinda makes you want to be a kid again, huh?" he teased, tousling her hair affectionately.

The laughter however promptly died upon his lips as soon as he noted the redhead's reaction. What didn't unease was the fact that she had failed to answer, but it was more or less the mischievous grin slowly forming at the young woman's face as she intently watched the little ones at play.

"Frankie?" he inquired cautiously, shaking her shoulder a little. "Frankie, are you-"

"Push me, Wilt!" Frankie suddenly squealed excitedly like a hyperactive schoolgirl. Before the stunned imaginary friend could say so much as one word, the caretaker had shot off like a rocket, dashing headlong for the old swing set.

"Wait, what on earth are you-"

The young woman only giggled like mad as she sprinted and promptly plopped herself happily upon on of the vacant swings.

"Push me, Wilt! Push me!" she whooped happily, flashing him a ridiculous grin. "Let's go, gimme a push!"

Wilt just groaned and slapped his forehead, not exactly in the mood to deal with her erratic antics. "Frankie, I'm not gonna-"

"Yeah, Wilt, do it!" Mac laughed, trembling with mirth at the thought.

"C'monnnnnnnn!" Goo chimed in as she swung back and forth. "Do it, Wilt! Do it, do it, do, do it, do it!"

"You know you wanna!" Bloo teased mercilessly. As the little ones taunted him playfully, Wilt quickly became deeply thankful that his crimson fur hid his tremendous mortified blush.

"Guys, I'll telling you, I won't-"

"Wiiiiiiiiilt!" Frankie whined like a cranky toddler, kicking her feet impatiently. "Come on, gimme a push! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

She shot him a pair of ridiculously sappy Bambi eyes as she pleaded her case. Never one to say refuse a request, Wilt sighed heavily as he sauntered over.

"For Pete's sake, Frankie, you're in your twenties." He grumbled sourly, although that still didn't stop him from taking his rightful stance behind the gleeful young woman.

"Wheeeeeeeeee!" she cheered happily, quivering with delight. "C'mon, Wilt! A push! A push! A push! I wanna push! Woohooooooooooo!"

She whooped with exhilaration as he gave her a mighty shove, sending her rocketing high.

"Wheeeeee! Again! Do it again!" she laughed, enjoying Wilt's discomfort for all it was worth.

"Aw, aren't you guys the cutest?" Bloo cackled jokingly at caretaker and imaginary friend. Wilt groaned as he dutifully gave the ecstatic girl another push.

"Frankie, I really don't wanna-"

"Higher! Push me higher, Wilt!" she hollered jubilantly. "Wheeee! I wanna go higher! Higher!"

"Hahahahaha!" Mac tittered uncontrollably at the absolutely ridiculous sight. "Frankie, what are you, five?"

Frankie chuckled like mad as she stuck out her tongue impudently at the eight-year-old. "Nuh-uh! Besides, at least I'm not getting marrrrriiiiied!"

"What?" The boy squealed in dismay. The young woman laughed hysterically as she gave him a playful wink.

"Yup, you and Goo are swinging at the same time! You know what that means!" she cackled. "Here comes the bride, all dressed in white…"

"Frankie, that's just a stupid joke!" Mac shot back with a wry grimace. "You know that it doesn't mean-"

"Woohoo!" Goo yelped happily, kicking her legs wildly in unbridled glee. "Y'hear that, Mac? You an' me, together for ever an' ever an' ever!"

"Goo, stoppit!" Mac snapped as his cheeks gained a comical crimson tint. "We're swining in unison, that doesn't mean anything-"

"You're wrong, it , means EVERYTHING!" the hyperactive child hollered joyously, enjoying the silly little joke immensely. "We're gonna have the prettiest, must beautiful wedding in a seaside church, move into a nice suburb where the school systems are good an' stuff, have a nice lil' house with a white picket fence, and-"

"Ewwwwww!" Mac gagged in mock disgust, hastily trying to get out of swinging in tempo with the happily chattering little girl. "No way, no way! Nuh-uh, not gonna happen!"

"Heeheehee! Well of course not, just look at you now, Goo!" Frankie laughed, keeping up the joke. "Now you're swinging at the same time as Bloo! Goo Goo Gaga, you big flirt, you!"

The eight-year-old little girl grinned deviously at the azure blob, fluttering her eyelashes in a comically alluring manner.

"Ew, stop it!" Bloo spat. "No way!"

"Pucker up, sweetie-pie!" Goo squealed, blowing him a ridiculously sloppy kiss. "Just you an' me now, my little blue gumdrop! Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!"

"YUCK!" Bloo sputtered, hastily trying change his speed and thus avoid such a horrible fate. "You wish! You'll never take me alive! You hear me? Never!" he yelled defiantly.

"Well of course she won't!" Frankie joyously corrected him, still swinging as high as she could. "That's 'cuz you went and eloped with Mac! You little lovebirds, you!"

"AUGH!" Mac wailed in horror, hastily wriggling about furiously to escape his current swinging synch. "No! Not on your life!"

"Woohoo!" Bloo giggled fiendishly, greatly enjoying his creator's torment. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about, you big hunk o' man, you!"

"Bloo, quit it!" Mac snapped, thrashing about furiously. "Not cool, not cool!"

"Mac, you card you!" Bloo cooed, flashing a pair of Bambi-eyes..

"GROSS!" His creator lamented miserably, much to his imaginary friend's delight.

"Aw, you're so cute when you're mad! "The little blob teased mercilessly.

"Bloo and Mac, sittin' in a tree…" Frankie began to chant playfully. "K-I-S-"

"Ha, like you should be talkin' right now!" Goo pointed out happily. "Looks like Mac dumped Bloo for his new, cooler, older girlfriend!"

"Heeheehee!" Bloo tittered, jabbing furiously at the pair. "You're right, you're right! Frankie and Mac are swinging together now! Hahaha! Hey Mac, can I be best man at your wedding-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, both boy and caretaker put an abrupt end to their arranged relationship; with a wail of terror Mac frantically leapt from his swing and soared through their air, landing hard upon the earth with a rather ungraceful flop. Frankie, meanwhile, flat-out tumbled from her seat to hit the dirt face-first with an audible thump.

"Hey, c'mon!" a dumbstruck Bloo protested fiercely. "You guys are no fun!"

"Unfair! Unfair! Unfair! Unfair!" Goo chattered accusingly from her perch.

While the two whined angrily about the unexpected turn of events, Wilt hurriedly bent down to help the dirt-coated young woman to her feet.

"Jeez, Frankie!" he clucked disapprovingly like a mother hen as he dusted her down. "What was that all about?"

"Yeah, you're tellin' me!" Bloo snapped.

"C'mon, you guys! Goo whined. "All we said was that you and Mac were-"

All three suddenly went deathly silent as Frankie shot them one of the frostiest glares they had ever received, practically freezing the blood in their veins. As they all obediently shut their mouths, the young woman held the harsh glare for a few moments to make sure there were no more objections to her choice of action. Finally, she twirled about and hastily trotted over to tend to the sorely dazed Mac.

"I don't care what you guys say." She grumbled sourly. "But there are some things that are just never right, no matter what."

The End

Once again, for those who didn't get it, it was a joke I heard in elementary school: if your were swinging exactly in synchronized unison with someone else, it meant you were going to get married in the future.

Yeah, as some of you may have noticed, I changed the title of this collection, because I feel that this has more or less become my dumping ground for my shorter works which I feel can't exactly make it on their own as seperately posted one-shots.

As usual, all feedback is appreciated!