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The final bell finally rang and everyone migrated to Mac's locker.
"So what's going on now? How you guys getting home?" Mac asked, in a rush. He still had to catch the bus.
"I'm staying after school, I've got basketball try-outs." Wilt said.
"Yea, me too, my friends wanted me to try out for cheerleading." Coco said.
"Oh yea, a couple of these guys asked me to go hang out at the mall after school." Bloo said.
"Si, si, me too! I is going to watch Wilt play basketball." Ed said.
"So... you're all staying after school?" Mac asked.
"Yea." Bloo shrugged.
"But what will Mr. Harriman say? Or how will you get home?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. But it would be great if you could call Frankie and tell her she doesn't have to pick us up." Bloo shivered slightly at the horror and embarrassment that would've happened if Frankie came to pick them up in the Foster's van.
"Oh, ok... uh." Mac said, thinking about what to do next, knowing they were all staying after school. "So, when can I come over? Of course it'll be sometimes after 5, Thats when I'll be done with homework." Mac asked, talking to Bloo.
"Oh, to go over the Bloo prints? Um, probably not today. We can talk tomorrow before class starts, ok?" Bloo said.
"Oh..."Mac said, a little disappointed. Is this how Bloo felt when I left him back at the house? "Ok, Then... see you tomorrow, guys." Mac walked off, then the Foster gang went their separate ways.
Coco walked in the gym.
"UGH! That's IT! You're out of here!" Coco heard screams.
"What? Capt, no way! The cheer competition next weekend is too close! How are you going to find a replacement for me and teach the routine to in such a short notice! You can't do this now!" Coco saw the cheerleaders surrounding two girls in the center who seemed to be fighting.
"What's going on?" Coco asked, apporching the circle. She recognized the captian as the girl with the boyfriend Brick, Ashley, was it?
"Coco! See Ginger? You've been replaced." Ashley gave Ginger a sour smile and turned her twards the door.
"AH! Grrr!" She moved away.
"So... I'm on the squad then?"
"Yup, nice try-out, now formation! You've got a lot to learn. Ready? and 1,2,3,4-"
Wilt entered the gym's outdoor basketball court by the fence door, Edwardo following. The guys were passing basketballs back and forth, checking, and others were stretching of practicing shots.
"Wow..." He marveled. He have always loved basketball, it was why he was created, but he felt something new. Adrenaline rushed in him as he walked forward to join in on the fun. Ed moved to the side to watch.
"Hey guys, can I get a couple shots in?" He asked, walking over. They smiled over at him, good heartedly.
"Of course man. Here you go." They passed him a ball and he caught it. He eyed the multiple baskets lining the courts outside, and choose one 5 meters away. He swung his hands up and shot for it. Some guys around him watched as the basketball soared over and swooshed into the basket.
"Oooh!"
"Wow!"
"Hey, man, that was good. Wanna take another shot?"
"Ey, yea!" Wilt said, feeling the excitement flowing through his body, that he's never felt before. Wouldn't have ever felt unless he was human. A man came by the fence, where Ed had seated himself out of the way.
"Huh... whose that...?" The man asked, not really expecting anyone to answer.
"Oh! That's my friend, Wilt! He's muy good at Basketball! He's been playing ever since I could remember, and never really lost a game. He's really tall and he's basically imagined for Basketball! And..."
The man would've found that last sentence weird, if he was listening anymore. He was too busy observing the sunken free throws Wilt made, one after the other at different Baskets.
"Wow, man, you're really good! Wanna do a game with us?" One of the taller guys said, also an African American.
"Yea! Sure!" He exclaimed.
He played with four other guys against 5 other guys, a basketball game up to 10 points. Wilt never even talked to these guys, but they trusted each other, passing the ball, and Wilt made 3 shots in and 2 dunks for his team. Wilt's team ended up winning that mock game, and they all laughed, and shook hands, having fun.
"Wow man, you're really good." The tall one said again, sweating and panting.
"Really? Thanks man." Wilt said, panting as well. He felt so refreshed, energized, yet tired. It was great to play basketball in this new body, with both hands. There were so many different feelings coming from his new human body.
"Hey, I'm Aaron." He said, taking out his hand to shake. "You should join the basketball team."
"I'm Wilt. I actually came to try out." Wilt said, shaking his hand. The man from the fence came over.
"Don't bother." He said. The men gasped and Aaron walked a little foward.
"Coach?"
"You're already on the team. Show him the drills Aaron." The coach said, walking off. Aaron smiled over to Wilt.
"Alright!" They cheered for each other. The rest of the team began congratulating him, welcoming him.
Wilt walked out of the Basketball try-outs with Ed and saw Coco coming out the gym. They caught up with each other and fell into time with each other's footsteps.
"Ok, so we're all here but Bloo. Wanna go get him from the Mall?" Wilt told the younger ones around him.
"Sure." Coco said stretching out her back.
"Ah, did Coco work hard at cheerleading?" Edwardo asked.
"Yea, they had just kicked off a girl from the squad and was basically drilling me hard to have the routine down pact."
"Oh. I is sorry." Ed said, looking downcast.
"Oh, don't be too sad, I love flipping around the way their tossing me around in there." Coco conforted him. By the time they made it to the front of the school, Bloo was already sitting on the stairs.
"What? Bloo, what are you doing here? I thought you went to the mall with some friends." Wilt said, voicing what they were all thinking.
"Ha, some friends. They came to pick me up, and we were driving there when they suddenly realized all the girls were in the back with me. They stopped the car and kicked me out, of course, but the girls insisted on letting me stay or they were getting off with me. They kicked us all out. They walked me back to the school, and tried to make plans to go to someone's house. They wanted to come to mine, heard it was a mansion. Ha, like Harriman would gladly open the door to all of us! I told them no and they tried to stay positive, but eventually they all got bored sitting here with me, and left. Been waiting here since 3:30... kinda hoping Mac would come back for me." Bloo said, trailing off on the last part.
"Aw... 'bro'..." Coco teased sitting next to him. "It's ok. Now you know who your real friends are."
"Yea, and I know who my best friend is. I'm gonna make this up to Mac tomorow! We're gonna have the best time working on those Bloo prints!" Bloo said brightening up slightly just at the thought.
"Come on, let's go home." Wilt said, as they all picked up and moved out.
They arrived at Fosters, and circled around to Frankie's window. Bloo was about to confidently knock on her window when Wilt pulled him back by the collar.
"What the-" Bloo was about to explode onto Wilt, but then Wilt followed by swiftly covering his mouth and silencing his outburst.
"Look!" He urged quietly. Bloo gave him a questioning look before scooting over by the window and peaking inside. He quickly moved his head away. Mr. Harriman was right there! From what Bloo could see, He had his back to the window while talking to Frankie about something, that she nodded along to, half-listening.
"What are we going to do?" Wilt asked Bloo.
"Don't ask me!" Bloo whined.
"We can-" Coco started.
"Wait! We can ask Frankie!" Bloo interrupted.
"What?!" The other three imaginaries exclaimed quietly. Bloo shushed them and scooted over to the window. The three flailed behind him, panicking and trying to drag him back out of the line of sight, but he flicked them off, flailing his arms back.
"Sheesh!" He muttered to himself before turning his attention back to Frankie's office. He waved slightly from the corner of the window, ready to duck out if Mr. Harriman looked. Frankie lazily trailed her eyes over to the movement in her peripheral vision, and then visibly tensed. She then stood straighter in looking like she was more focused on Mr. Harriman. He seemed to have noticed her tension, but once he saw her pay attention to him doubly, he disregarded it and continued talking.
Once Frankie saw his attention was back to talking, she causally said in between his talking "Uh-huh, uh-huh," and pointedly jerked her direction towards the left. Bloo nodded and moved out the direction of the window.
"Ok, so she wants us to use the front door and she'll try to keep Mr. Harriman in her office as long as possible for us to make it back to our room." Bloo relayed the message to the other teens.
"What? How'd you get all that?" Wilt asked, completely confused. "I'm pretty sure she didn't even speak to you."
"Oh please, this isn't the first time Frankie've worked with me in sneaking and in plots, I've long done memorized her body language and signals." Bloo waved off cockily, then moved on towards the front door.
The group made their way up the porch steps and tried the door, and Bloo almost got his nose crushed from the door not budging.
"Danggit! I forgot it was locked." Bloo cursed his luck.
"Why not ring the doorbell signor Bloo?" Ed said, reaching over and ringing before anyone really registered his thought process.
"ED! NOO-" They all reacted too late. Foster's house came alive with the bell's ring. Coco faced palmed, Wilt grimaced and Bloo just stared in shock at the already rung doorbell.
"What?"
The door opened to reveal Scissors.
"Woah! Kids! I would've thought it was Mac, but it's kids here to adopt!" Scissors was about to call out 'Family to Adopt,' but Bloo stopped him.
"No! Scissors, it's us! We're not here to adopt we're just trying to get in the house, a-" They all frose as they heard the anxiety-raising rhythmic pounding sounds of feet hopping.
Bloo broke into a cold sweat. They all rushed inside and closed the door. As the other 3 teens ran up the stairs, as they could now hear Frankie's voice, urging and louder than usual to get back to her office, Bloo turned towards Scissors.
"We were never here, you understand scissors?" Bloo said in a voice that he always thought sounded intimidating, backing towards the main stairs. "No one was at the door!" He finally ran up the stairs, two at a time, and turned towards the left wing just as Mr. Harriman hopped out to the foyer from down the hall.
"Bloo...?" Scissors asked himself, as it was the first time he saw him in human form.
"Mr. Harriman, you don't have to be there at each doorbell, the imaginaries can answer the door just fine and it's not always a family to adopt! It could be a package!" Frankie said, obviously flustered of something.
"Yes, Miss Francis, but as of these few days, I'm not particularly looking for families at the door, but to wane off some vandalizing teens I've noticed been loitering around the premises, and I want to personally make sure they stay away." Mr. Harriman finally spotted Scissors. "You there." He hopped towards him, and Scissors nervously turned his attention to the rabbit.
"You were there to answer the door, correct? Who was it? And where are they now?" Mr. Harriman interrogated.
"UUuuuuuuhhhhh... What now?" He replied nervously.
"The door. Did you open it?"
"Uh, oh! Yea!"
"Who was it?"
"Uuuuuummmm... No one." Mr. Harriman raised an eyebrow.
"No one?"
"It must've been a dingdong ditch." Scissors said, evasively, trying to leave.
"Wait, did you not see any figure running away or some bushes rustling?" Mr. Harriman pressed.
"Oh, Mr. Harriman, can't you just leave him alone? You can go Scissors." Frankie told him sweetly. Mr. Harriman stuttered at her, shocked his authority was being undermined. Scissors gave her a gracious look and scurried off.
"See? When you come to the door for something as trivial as a ding dong ditch, you waste precious time! We were having a nice time in my office talking about... dinner... schedule..."
"We were talking of the next adopt-a-thon, Miss Francis! And although you may have the upmost trust in these imaginary friends, I believe who I'm dealing with is more than crafty enough to slip under their nose... I'll return to your office as soon as I've done a sweep of the house. You will stay in there, understand?" He said, already hoping off.
"Wha- AH! Are you saying you don't trust the friends?! And who are you to tell me to stay put in my room, I'm not 10 anymore, Mr. Harriman! I'm 25!" Frankie said, still following as loudly as ever, to warn anyone who is near by of Mr. Harriman's presence. Mr. Harriman paused as they reached the first steps.
"No, you are right. I do trust the imaginary friends and you are 25, but I have noticed you and some of the imaginary friends around has been acting suspicious, and I know Bloo still has some influence left over even after he's left, so no, I do not trust the imaginary friends as of now, and I do not trust you by my side as of now Miss Francis, so I tell you to stay in the office and wait for me so that I may put down this feeling that something is going amiss." Mr. Harriman said seriously, right out saying how he feels that it was Bloo and his friends again.
Frankie stepped down from the 1st step, sort of speechless. Mr. Harriman nodded his respects, and continued up the stairs. Frankie watched him go to the west wing before muttering to herself, "Fuddy duddy rabbit." She took off in the other direction to the dumb waiter.
Bloo rounded the corner when he almost collided with Ed's broad back.
"What the-" Coco covered his mouth.
"Listen... do you hear that?" Coco whispered. Bloo listened intently and finally heard the thudding beats of Mr. Harriman's rabbit feet.
"Wha? How'd he know we'd be coming up this way? Oh, that scissors must've squealed! When I get my hands on him, I oughtta-!"
"Not now Bloo, right now we gotta move!" Wilt urged, pushing in the opposite direction. They ended up running back down the stairs and up to the east wing. They were about to ask each other what now when Frankie opened the dumb waiter they were standing in front of.
"Guys! Mr. Harriman didn't believe a ding dong ditch and is searching the house. If he've already checked your rooms, He won't go back. If you go there now, you guys should be good." Frankie said climbing out. A snicker escaped from Bloo's lips, and Frankie glared at him.
"I'm sorry, but it's just so funny to see a grown woman climbing out of a tiny dumb waiter. Aaahh, so funny."
"Well, excuse me for doing something so childish. Next time don't drag me into your childish schemes! And which one of you smart guys rang the doorbell, huh?"
"Eh..." Ed started.
"We don't have time! How do we get back to our rooms. Mr. Harriman's coming this way! And he'll be here soon!" Wilt panicked.
"Wow, either you're really bad under pressure or you have some issues sneaking around and getting caught." Bloo observed.
"You're going in the dumb waiter, down to the first floor, then back up the main steps to your room in the west wing. Bloo and Coco, get in." Frankie ordered.
"What?" Coco asked.
"Together?" Bloo continued.
"Yes, we don't have much time! Your both slim, it'll be an easier fit than Ed by himself, hurry!" Frankie began stuffing them in.
"Ok! ok!" Bloo huffed. He closed the dumb waiter doors himself. Soon they felt themselves being lowered. They both sort of looked around in the silence, Coco slightly blushing from the awkwardness. Bloo's eyes eventually roamed over to Coco and he whistled slightly.
"Hi..." He tried.
"Erm..." She ended.
"Right." He looked into hands, which seemed suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. Soon they felt themselves come to a stop.
"Whoo! Finally!" Bloo said, a little too happy. He slipped open the door and froze. Mr. Harriman was hopping down the steps, not too far out of their field of vision.
"Up, up, up, up!" Bloo whispered panicking. He slipped it closed and started knocking on the roof of the dumb waiter. Mr. Harriman, hearing a knocking, started for the Dumb waiter direction.
Bloo felt a rush of relief when they started getting pulled up soon after his knocking.
"Was that-?"
"Yes! That was close."
On the bottom floor, Mr. Harriman opened the dumb waiter and saw only the moving rope of the pulley system that made up the dumb waiter. He looked up and saw it travelling upwards.
"Hmmmm..." He perused to himself. He closed it and started on the trek upstairs. When the dumb waiter stopped on the level of the others, they could hear Frankie's voice saying for Wilt to get ready. The door opened, light flooding their vision.
"What!? What are you still doing in there?!" Frankie fumed. "Bloo we don't have time for your games!"
"Mr. Harriman was down there!" Bloo retorted.
"Oh crap! He didn't see you, did he?"
"No, I closed the door before he did!"
"Then, let's get you out, he must be checking there, and this is your time to-" They all froze as they heard his paws thumping again.
"Ay-ya-ya, that sound will es scar me forever!" Ed gasped out.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Frankie said, starting to drop the two in the dumb waiter without bothering to close the cover and basically letting them fall.
"Aah!" Coco screamed as she felt her heart go up her throat. Bloo had to shut her mouth with his hand. Up above Wilt and Ed started running around in circles, panicking about where to go next.
"Go, run! Hurry! Hide!" Frankie panicked as well from the energy they were giving off. Wilt ran down the hall towards the laundry room while Ed tried to hide behind Frankie.
"No, Ed, not here!" Ed got up again and ran down an adjacent hall towards the back stairs. Frankie closed the lid hearing them hit the bottom and Mr. Harriman turned the corner.
"Miss Francis!" He scolded upon seeing her. She got startled but then regained her composure and leaned against the cover, casually.
"H-hey... Mr. Harriman..." Frankie said.
"What are you doing up here? I specifically told you to wait for me in your office." He said stopping in front of her.
"W-well, I was when one of the imaginaries told me the dumb waiter was broken and they couldn't... get stuff up and down it, so I decided I'd try to fix it..." Frankie said, motioning to it.
"Really? Then you wouldn't mind me trying it myself, would you?" Mr. Harriman said. She moved aside and he pulled it open, starting to pull up.
They wouldn't stay in there, would they? They'd get out and try to go to their rooms, right? Frankie panicked in her head.
"Hmp. Feels a little heavy, Miss Francis." The Dumb waiter came up and Mr. Harriman opened it... only to see Jones eating a sandwich.
"Well, well, well. Can't a brother eat a sandwich in peace?"
"What? This is not where you eat sandwiches. The proper place would be in the downstairs dining hall."
"What? I don't judge where you eat sandwiches!" Mr. Harriman just sternly pointed off in reply. Jones grumbled while coming out, but went regardless and down the stairs. Mr. Harriman turned towards Frankie, and nodded at her.
"Well then. I will continue my search. If you'll please, Miss Francis. Downstairs." He moved towards the laundry room.
"Ah-ah! If you're up here, let me just join you!" She panicked.
"No, not necessary."
"But- But!" She continued to argue as they moved closer.
When the Dumb waiter hit the bottom, Bloo flung open the cover and they were about to tumble out, but Jones was waiting there, they would've trampled him.
"Hey, you eat sandwhiches in there too?" He asked.
"S-sure.." Coco said, calmingly slipping out with Bloo. They looked after him questioningly as he climbed in and closed the lid, but then disregarded it as they started up the stairs. As they rounded up the stairs, they bumped into a large object. However, before they could hit the ground from the rebound, they were sucked into a hug.
"Ohhh, mi amigos! I was so es scared! Frankie told me to hide, and I didn't know where to go! I was all alone and I didn't know what happened to you two!" Ed sobbed.
"Yea, yea, ok!" Bloo said, out of air.
"It's ok, Ed." Coco said sympathetically, wiping away some tears with her free hand.
"Yea, its ok, and PUT US DOWN!" Bloo snapped, having both his hands restricted. Ed let go, having them both land on their bottom.
"Aw... ow. Ok, let's get to our room... But.. Where's wilt?" Bloo asked.
"I... don't know. Sorry." Ed said.
"We can only hope he gets to our room uncaught. He seemed a little unstable." Bloo said, coolly starting for their room. Coco looked like she wanted to argue, but then Ed shrugged his shoulders and followed, so she only looked back once and followed as well.
"Miss Francis, if you do not return to your office... you are grounded!" Mr. Harriman said out of frustration as they both ended up at the door of the laundry room. I've never had to deal with such blatant disobedience, and persistence!
"Wha! Grounded?! Mr-!" Mr. Harriman hopped in but Frankie froze at the doorway of the laundry room as she spotted Wilt laying flat on multiple washing machines in the small space before it touches the roof. He looked absolutely freaked.
"M-Mr. Harriman! How can you be so cruel?!" Frankie whined, gathering up some washed clothes from a basket. "Ground me?!" She began throwing the clothes at him, throwing them over his head and face.
"Wha! What?! Miss Francis! I must ask you to desist! You are acting much to childish for your age!"
"You're the one who said you'd ground me like a child!" She said in a baby voice. But out of view of Mr. Harriman, she was gesturing for Wilt to come down and out. He started making his way down as quick as he could without making noise.
Mr. Harriman was making quick work of the clothes on his face, and by the time Wilt hit the floor, Mr. Harriman ripped the last of the clothes from his face. Wilt dived behind a dirty bin.
"Miss Francis, I must condemn you for that act of-" He said, starting to hop towards her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sowwie, Mr. Hawwiman..." She babbled, putting her forefinger to her pouted lip. Mr. Harriman hesitated advancing as he saw her put on her puppy face.
"W-well, as long as you're sorr-"
"Yeeesh, I'm berry sowwie!" Frankie said, tackling him into a hug.
"M-Miss Francis! There is no need for body contact-!"
"But you need to know how sowwie I am!" Frankie continued, Tossing and turning him until his back was to the exit. Then she thrusted her hand for Wilt to move. He quickly made his way out the door.
"Quite enough, Miss Francis!" He said, finally wrenching away from her.
"Yes, your right, I'm sorry, totally inappropriate, I'll wait for you in my office now, BYE!" She scooted towards the exit then ran down the hall. Mr. Harriman never registered the sound of basketball sneakers squeaking against the tile floor as he continued searching.
"Ok, guys, that was ridiculous! If you guys are going to stay after school, you need to stay out for at least an hour and a half! Other than that, come straight home! In which I will be going to pick you up!" Frankie scolded the exhausted teens as they sat in their respective beds.
"Yea, ok. Sorry. I don't think it'll be a problem after today with my basketball practices and Coco's cheerleading." Wilt apologized climbing under the bed.
"Yea..." Coco said, trying to get comfortable in her straw bed.
"Cheerleading? Basketball- Oh, Wilt get out from under there! Ugh, this is human rights, I gotta get you guys some real beds. But before that, You guys should tell me all about your school day!" Frankie gushed.
"Oooh! Ooooh! I want to start!" Ed said, raising his hand. "I met a girl." He confessed love struck.
"Omg! Ed!" Frankie exclaimed. She stepped in an closed the door to hear the rest.
...The Next day at school...
Mac was walking down the hall when he heard something familiar again. It was a faint whining noise, but when Mac turned around to see the crowd of students parting and the noise grew louder, Mac knew what it was and immediately started to run.
"Daaaaaadddiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!" Cheese's voice grew louder and closer.
"Move it! Move, move!" Mac ordered the students in his way. Maybe if he could make it to the girls room! It wouldn't be his first time -completely by accident though! No, Cheese would still go in there, maybe a classroom!?
"Daddie." Cheese said calmly as he caught up and tackled Mac.
"Aw! Ow..." Mac said, sitting up and rubbing his arm he landed on. "Cheese!" Mac scolded, getting up... Only to be knocked down again from the back.
"Hey wassup?" Bloo said, sitting firmly on top of him, looking quite comfortable.
"Bloo?! Ah, get offa me!" Mac demanded, though he was happy to finally be with him after so long. Bloo got off him and he and Cheese helped Mac up, but as soon as he was up on his feet, he was knocked down by a third person. And Mac was swallowed up under this person.
"Mac!" Bloo yelled out, shocked.
Brick, the football quarterback, got off of Mac, and picked him up, easily, onto one of his shoulders.
"Hey, Mac, my favorite nerd!" Brick said, bouncing him on his huge muscles like he had just won a competition. "Your advice worked great! Me and Stacy's relationship has never been better!"
"U-uh, th-at's gre-at, can y-ou p-ut me do-wn now?" Mac asked, his voice jiggling from the bounces. Brick did that before ruffling Mac's hair.
"Ohmigosh, I'll protect you Mac!" Mac heard Goo's voice. She swung around in front of him and swat Brick's hand away.
"*gasp* I am so sorry." Goo immediately apologized to the bigger jock while rubbing his hand.
"He wasn't hurting me Goo. He was thanking me for helping him with... some relationship problems." Mac assured her.
"Yea, We're cool now." Brick said, taking his hand from Goo, before sizing her up, and smirking. "How you doing?"
"Go" "Bye" Mac and Goo said while pointing for him to leave. He left downtrodden. Goo turned around and moved to hug him, when he held her back gently.
"Don't! I think I have a concussion." Mac said, rubbing his head from all the tackles he had to go threw. There's a reason he wasn't a football player!
"Oh, ok. Well, I'm sure you've seen Wilt already, um, and I'm sure you don't know Sasha, but... do you want to help me make a fool of her?" Goo asked Mac.
"What?! N-"
"Yes! Oh my goodness, I knew the Blooprints would be fun to do but now they're actually useful to other people! I've got a whole bunch of plans to make a varying amount of people look foolish!" Bloo pulled out the Blooprints from his side bag and laid them on the floor in the extravegant manor he did the first time.
"R-really? Bloo, in the middle of the floor, really? You're blocking people's way! And you really want to pull a prank on a junior?" Mac said, watching Goo and Bloo sit down on the floor, studying the prints for what they were looking for.
"No Mac. I expect us to pull a prank on the junior. All in preparations for the big prank." Bloo said, looking up at Mac. Mac rolled his eyes.
"Wooow, nice, a smoke bomb? When are you gonna do that?" Goo asked.
"I dunno, probably somewhere when everyone's around."
"C'mon guys, at east do this somewhere else, this is like giving witnesses the evidence." Mac said, pulling on the back of Bloo's shirt. The Bell rang.
"See? No time anyway."
"Oooohaaaawww! Ok, I'll meet you at the library during your free period." Goo told Bloo.
"Ok, that's 5th period."
"Ok, alright, you criminals got your rendezvous together, let's get to class Bloo." Mac said.
"Ok, bye." Bloo waved back.
"Bye!" Goo said, turning around. Cheese held her hand.
"Byeeeeeee" He said, walking with Goo. She looked at him questioningly, but couldn't really say anything as they were headed to her class.
Bloo took his seat next to Mac as the teacher started saying something about students.
"Really Mac, this is gonna be great, we'll meet up and really show the school what we can do-"
"This is Beverly." The teacher introduced, catching the two boys' attention.
Pink boots walked in first. Wearing a mini jean skirt and a cupcake top, her spirally pink pigtails bounced as she said "Please... call me Berry."
Ok! I hope you guys can forgive me and not updating very often with this super long chapter I've given you! I hoped you liked it. It's my baby! I poured my heart and soul into it! Please REview! Or else I'll think you don't care about the story and I won't try hard to update! thX!