Author's Warning: If you haven't watched the episode "The Buck Swaps Here" yet, you will probably get confused.

Anyway, for those who didn't see the episode, the gang goes to a swap meet, and amongst other happenings, Frankie spots a guy selling these massive floor-cleaners she wants to buy to make her job easier. One thing I couldn't stop thinking about though; those cleaners were the size and shape of small zambonis

The instant she laid eyes upon the indescribably beautiful sight, it almost felt like time stood still. Was this really the moment she had been dreaming of for what seemed like an eternity?

The young woman's knees began to shake, her palpitated like mad in her chest, and her breath began to come in short, ragged gasps. As a wave of euphoria nearly overwhelmed her on the spot, she actually was forced to brace herself as she suddenly became so dizzy with elation, she was afraid she would faint.

To Frances "Frankie" Foster, it was if she had perished and then awoken in some heavenly paradise, for no words in any known language could have possibly come remotely close to describing the unbridled ecstasy that surged freely through every ounce of her being. Nearly intoxicated with pure rapture by this point, the lanky redheaded young woman didn't even realize that she had begun to shakily make her way towards the object of her intense desire until she had nearly crossed the entire distance separating them.

By the time she had begun to spread her arms to wrap her beloved in a tight embrace, she had long since transcended to a state of unfathomable joy she didn't even know mere mortals such as herself were even capable of achieving. Hopelessly possessed by utter bliss, she smiled softly at the source of her fantastic ecstasy, delicately began to envelop it in her slender arms, drew up close…

"...That's…that's just not right…" Bloo whimpered from where he and his creator stood on the porch and incredulously observed Frankie plant a sloppy wet kiss on the enormous wooden crate sitting upon Foster's front lawn.

Mac, after silently watching the whole unthinkably ludicrous spectacle with mouth hanging limply agape, finally turned to his companion and appeared to be ready to make a reply, when,

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Frankie ceased hugging the humongous crate, leapt into the air and abruptly let loose with a joyous earsplitting shriek that came dangerously close to setting off a few car alarms and shattering some house windows. Immediately the nearby child and his imaginary friend clamped their hands tightly over the sides of their heads as they fought to brace themselves to order to both protect themselves from going deaf and being flattened by the raw power of the redhead's elated clamorous screaming.

Unaware of the damage she was inadvertently causing, Frankie started squealing with laughter like a four-year-old on Christmas morning as she broke out into a ridiculous impromptu celebratory dance.

"It's HERE! It's here! It's here! It's here! It's here! It's here!" she happily chanted to herself over and over in a merry singsong manner before actually tumbling halfway across the front yard in a massive cartwheel. "Oh my God, it's here! It's here! It's here! It's here! It's-"

"What's here?" Mac suddenly howled impatiently as he struggled to figure out how to rid himself of the temporary ringing in his ears.

Beaming excitedly from ear to ear like a lunatic, the almost disturbingly giggle redhead skipped up the walkway towards them and blurted out merrily as she skidded to a halt,

"ZAMBINI GS12!"

Bloo winced uncontrollably as her shrill cry irritated already aching eardrums.

"Wait, huh?" he whined as his expression contorted with genuine ppuzzlement. "Zucchini-what now?"

"Oh, no!" Mac groaned as he stared bug-eyed in disbelief at the euphoric young woman. "You don't mean that excuse for a zamboni, do you? Those things that salesman was selling at the swap meet?"

"The one and only!" Frankie only affirmed proudly with a chuckle, much to the eight-year-old's obvious dismay.

"Frankie…" Mac moaned disappointedly with a roll of his eyes. "You're actually yelling me you shelled out all that money for an oversized-"

"Yup!" she answered gleefully. "And if by 'shelled out all that money' you actually meant 'practically paid for this little baby with pocket change alone', then you got it!"

"…Say that again?" the child demanded confusedly. The caretaker trembled with mirth as she ruffled his dark-brown locks affectionately.

"Shme-bay dot com! Glorious, glorious Shme-bay dot com!" she explained gleefully. "Oh man, you would not believe what I got this for! It was almost a crime for how cheap this whole thing was, the seller practically paid me to take it!"

Once she revealed this, Mac's eyes nearly bulged clear from his sockets as soon as his sharp mind went to work and a horrifically unpleasant realization struck him with the force of a small freight train.

"Uh.. Frankie?" he whimpered apprehensively as he reached over and tugged lightly upon her denim skirt. However, once again she was nearly overcome with delight with this newest addition to her arsenal of cleaning equipment, and looked as if she was mere moments away from sobbing with happiness.

"Just look at it!" she gushed as she sniffled and wiped a tear from her eye. "Oh my God, I'm seriously not even sure I'll know what to do with all the extra-free time I'm gonna get from this!"

"But Frankie-" Mac struggled to make himself heard, but to frustratingly little avail.

"I just can't wait to take this little baby from a test-spin, I just can't wait!" she squealed and quivered wildly with excitement. "Sayonara sore knees! Farewell, arm cramps! No more being enslaved to the grime and dust in the house, for from now on, it's gonna be me who calls the shots with-"

"Frankie, how are we going to get that thing in through the front door?!" Mac could stand the incessant fantasizing no longer and involuntarily screamed.

Instantaneously Frankie's ecstatic babbling ceased, a nd for the next few moments she stood completely riveted in shock as she struggled to comprehend what the child had just asked.

"W-what?" she whispered hoarsely, as her enormous smile was wiped clean from her face and replaced by an expression of profound horror once she understood how valid the eight-year-old's point was.

"Hey…hey, yeah!" Bloo piped up once he saw that the tremendous package on the front lawn was at least twice the width of the front doorway alone. "And it's gotta weigh at least a ton, or something…how are you gonna get that onto all the upper floors even if we get it inside? Come to think of it, how are you going to even get it up the porch steps?"

While the others watched quietly, the pale-faced caretaker looked at the porch stairs, glanced back at the mammoth Zambini G12, to the woefully undersized front doors, then repeated the process several times over as the horrifically undeniable truth slowly dawned upon her.

"Oh…no…" Frankie whined heartbrokenly as she shakily sat down on the front steps and morosely stared at her impracticably gigantic purchase.

"Huh…" Bloo murmured thoughtfully as he prodded her leg. "You think this is why you got such a great deal on it?"

The despondent young woman only responded with a piteous groan as she buried her face in her hands. As she stewed deep in misery, Mac dutifully took a seat beside her and attempted to comfort the forlorn redhead.

"At least you didn't pay a lot for it…" he reminded her softly with a wan smile as he patted her shoulder.

"Yeah...I guess…" Frankie agreed halfheartedly with a heavy sigh, sending the child's mind scurrying for any effective reassurances.

"And…um…and besides, there's always going to be more swamp meets!" he added optimistically. "I'm sure it can't be that hard to-"

"Hey, hey, hey!" she suddenly lifted her head and snapped angrily at his last remark. "No who said I'm going to be giving this thing away?"

Mac gawked incredulously for a couple seconds, unsure of what to think of her indignant objections or abrupt change in mood. Despite his best efforts to contain himself however, he suddenly found himself exploding uncontrollably into a rant over her unbelievable obstinacy.

"What do you mean by that? Frankie, just look at it! That thing can't even fit in the house! What can we possibly do with…."

"Me and my big fat mouth…" the little boy mercilessly cursed himself while he sat upon the lanky redhead's lap.

"Oh knock it off, will you?" she swiftly admonished. "Besides, I thought you like it when I drive you to school."

He had to admit, she was absolutely right that he was always looking for a chance to save himself a long walk every now and then. Despite this, Mac's couldn't help but wish that one really could perish from embarrassment as they plowed slowly down the road in the mammoth Zambini GS12. The bulky vehicle chugged along at an agonizingly slow five miles an hour, much to the brazen outrage of the innumerous cars hopelessly trapped behind the unbearably oversized excuse for a floor cleaner. As the other drivers made no secret of their horrendous aggravation, Mac glowed with a blazing blush as he tried to hide his face from sight.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" he whined to Frankie.

The incredibly stubborn redhead expressed absolutely no remorse as she suddenly turned around to face the winding stretch of cars stuck behind them and roared defiantly at the top of her lungs over the din of the blaring car horns,

"I will get my seventy dollars worth out of this thing!"

The End

Sorry if it's not much, most of my time has been going to my summer jobs lately. Anyhow, all feedback appreciated!