"Whoa… Is that really what I look like?" The selfish Bloo questioned observing his old body.

"BLOO! Change us back! What have you done! What is everybody going to think when they see this?!" Mac yelled at his strangely chilled friend.

"Relax! Nobody will notice, remember… you look exactly like me! Just act like me and no one will notice!" With that, Mac realized that this was his opportunity to get back at his mischievous friend, he bolted out of the doors, leaving, Bloo/Mac alone in the big room.

Mac bolted down to the kitchen, where the tall red-headed Frankie was washing the dishes from dinner, and seemed to have trouble with an extra-large stack that was ready to fall over.

"Hey uh… oh it's you Bloo, can you get Mac, I need some help carrying these dishes." Mac just walked over and stood on the counter sipping from a juice box that was placed on the counter.

"I LOVE YOU FRANKIE!" Mac yelled, causing her to drop the dishes, Mac bolted out of there like no tomorrow, straight into Mister Harriman's office.

"Oh, dear master Bloo, if you could just give me a hand with these files, that would be so much appreciated." Mister Herriman asked, surrounded by un-orderly files.

This only gave Mac the idea of making it even worse. He ripped, tore, threw and crumpled the files laying out in the open. Mac dashed away, right after seeing Mister Harriman's face turn a brighter-than-bright red.

"COME BACK HERE BLOO!" at this point both Mister Herriman, and Frankie were chasing him. Mac grabbed a crayon and scribbled on the walls on his way back to Bloo's room.

Mac entered the room and slammed the door behind him. "HA! Beat that Bloo! Now what good is your STUPID wish doing for you?" Mac said in Bloo's squeaky voice.

Bloo had a smug look on his face as he turned to face his creator, in his body. "Oh, it's done me tons of good already." With that he hopped off of the large bed and opened the door, which reviled a more than angry Mister Herriman, and a furious Frankie.

"BLOOOOOOOOO!" The two screeched through their teeth.

It hit Mac, that he would be the one receiving the punishment, even if it was worth ruining the already tarnished reputation of his best friend.

"Uh, uh… Sorry?" He managed as he looked to Bloo, chilling in the corner.

"Ha! Nice try Mac, like I haven't tried THAT before." Bloo mumbled to him.

"Sorry won't cut it this time mister! Bathroom duty for a week… no TWO weeks!" Mister Herriman yelled hopping away.

"Geez! What did you do?" Bloo questioned hopping over to Mac.

With a look of dismay Mac answered "I-I yelled to Frankie that I loved her, and made her drop her dishes, and messed with Mister Herrimans files, right before scribbling on the walls…"

"What? Now why would you do that? What kind of hidden genius are you? Wow, I knew you had some mischief in you."

"BLOO! Un-wish this right now!"

"Uh, sorry buddy. No can do. I'm not taking the punishment for that one! Give it 2 weeks, and maybe I'll un-do it."

"Bloo! I can't live in Fosters for 2 weeks! What about Mom, and Terrence. And school, and Homework?! My grades will slip because you won't know what to do! Not to mention, my mom will find out eventually! She's gotta notice something's up with her own child! Come on Bloo! Just un-do this wish, it's not funny!"

"You just don't think it's funny, because you got yourself in a heap of trouble. Just call your mom and ask for a sleepover! It is Friday, I'm sure she'll be fine with it."

"Good idea Bloo… wait, you have to ask Mister Herriman, and call Mom, and don't you think it would be a bit fishy if I did?" Mac stated referring to his new, blue form.

"Right, right. YO, Mister H!"

"Bloo! Talk like me!"

"Oh oh right. A-HEM! "Mister Herriman! Won't you be a kind gentleman and hop your wee fluffy butt over here so I may ask you a question?" Bloo called down the hall.

"BLOO! I don't talk like that!"

"Oh yes you do! You should hear yourself, quite the bore actually."

Mac was a bit angry at his friend, but decided to let it slide. Mister Herriman burst through the doors.

"Yes, Master Mac, what would you like?" The bunny-man fixed his monocle and stared the boy down.

"Can I spend the night?" Bloo said, almost too relaxed.

"Why certainly, as long as your mother is alright with it, I'm sure it's fine."

"Sweet, lemme just ring up the ma… I mean let me use the telephone to contact my mother." Mac and Mister Herriman looked wide-eyed at Bloo as he was handed the phone.

"Uh, hi… mom, can I stay the night at Fosters? No. No. No. N- Wait yes. No, Wilt won't mind lending me one. Okay… Love you too. Bye" the one sided conversation came to a stop. "Yeah, it's cool."

"Splendid. Master Bloo, might I request an apology is in order for Miss Frankie."

Mac turned red as he shuffled off to find Frankie and give her his apologies.

Frankie was found, sitting on the couch with a bag of chips, surprisingly not busy like usual. Mac/Bloo sat down next to her and cleared his thought. Frankie just looked over and smirked a bit.

"Look, Frankie, I'm sorry I yelled at you and made you drop those dishes that was pretty immature." Frankie looked surprised at Bloo, as she turned, wide-eyed at him, almost choking on her chips.

"Wow Bloo, I must say, I am pretty impressed! That was pretty mature of you."

Mac couldn't help but blush, right before skittering off before she saw him. Mac passed by many other friends without a word, afraid to blow his cover any more than he already had. Even when Wilt said hi, he had to carry on, because Mac knew that they would see something was wrong.

Mac entered the room to see a crowd of friends surrounding what looked like himself (Bloo) He leaned in to get a better close and saw Bloo chugging a large bottle of coke, the crowd we just cheering him on, after finishing the coke, he leaned over and started on a plate of cookies.

"NO! Mac screamed over the crowd, who froze in place."

At this point Bloo was buzzing.

"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" Mac yelled "SUGAR RUSH!"