Well, here am I again with chapter two, and, as I promised, less Mac whining, more Bloo fun. ;-)

Also Frankie's side-plot starts with this chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. ^^ I'm happy to read every critique you might have.

And now, just enjoy the story.

Nenilein. ^^

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Something.

Yeah, that was the best way, to describe it.

A blue, somewhat cute

Something.

With a face.

And „Something" was waving at Mac:

„Hi, pal!"

„WOAH!"

Mac jumped up and did a step backward:

„W-Who… W-What… are you?..."

The Something gave Mac an annoyed look:

„Is that a way to greet your new friend? Sheesh…"

„F-Friend?"

Mac looked closer now:

„..Hey.. Wait a moment! You seem... familiar!"

„Well, duh, maybe that's because YOU made me up?"

„I… I made you up?"

"Of course you did! I'm your imaginary friend!"

Suddenly, Mac's initial shock was completly gone. Curiousity kicked in.

„Wait- So…you mean…I... I've got an imaginary friend now?!"

Mac's eyes lit up. He knew about those "imaginary friends". Other kids had them as well. They were people who were always there for you. At least that's what he always heard other kids say.

The imaginary friend smiled:

„OK, since you don't really seem to get how it works, I'll give you a quick overview!

Well, some minutes ago, you, the little, sad, lonely kid wished for some cool friend to keep you company. And here I am, ready to be cool and keep you company!"

„You're the one, I wished for?! WOW!"

Mac gasped.

„This is so awesome!! A-A-…. I'm Mac."

„Yeah, I know.", answered the imaginary friend.

„Pretty unusual name, huh?"

Mac blushed a bit:

„Yes.. My mother named me like this, because she liked „Macarius", but it was to long, so… hehe…"

„Well, I think it's cool."

„You do?!"

„Yes! I mean, you can make way cool puns with it, like, „Mac-a-Lacka", or „Mac-Attack"!"

Mac laughed:

„Hey, you're funny! I already like you!"

The imaginary friends smiled proudly.

„Oh, that was nothing. If you liked this, then watch THIS!"

Suddenly, he started dancing.

Mac laughed loudly:

„Hahaha! You're great!"

„Yeah, I know, thank you!"

„Soooo… what's your name?"

The friend abruptly stopped his dance. A puzzeled look covered his face instead as he started thinking:

„Hmmm… Well, you just made me up, so I guess I don't have a name yet!"

„Really? You want me to give you one?"

„Of course! But make it a special one, that fits my uniqueness, OK?"

„All right! Uhhm…"

Mac looked at his new friend really closely:

„Errmm… How about the… errmm… Blue…. Thing?"

„Uh.. what?"

The friend looked at him in a disappointed way:

„Sorry, but seriously, „The Blue Thing?" This ist he best you've got? You made up ME, but the best name you can come up with is „The Blue Thing?" Oh, come on!"

„OK, OK, errmmm…"

Mac thought really hard:

„Ah, I got it!"

He looked proud:

„OK, listen! From this moment on, you're name is…."

„Yes, yes?"

„Blooregard Q. Kazoo!"

A short silence.

Until the friend broke it:

„Wooow…."

„You… like it?"

„No, No, not like it."

„Aww…"

„I LOVE it!"

Mac happily rose his head:

„You do?"

„Yes! It's just great! I mean, it's got everything, the pun, the awesomeness and even a middle- By the way, what does the „Q" stand for?"

„Nothing. Just thought it would fit."

„AWESOME!"

Newly named Blooregard jumped up:

„Well what are we still doing here?"

He ran twowards the door:

„Let's go out and have some fun together!"

„We can't. My brother Terrance locked the door, Bloo."

„ „Bloo"?"

„Well, short for „Blooregard"."

„You're just genius."

„He he…Thanks."

„And who does that Terrance think he is to just lock us in here?!"

„Not „us". Me. He did it, before you were there."

„Details, Details…"

„He wants Mom to be mad at me."

„Mad at you? For what? Beeing creative?"

„Well… sort of…"

Mac pointed at the brooken pieces of clay.

„What's that?"

„My sculpture."

„Uhhmm…"

„Before Terrance crashed it."

„That's uncool!"

„Yeah."

„That guy's a jerk, isn't he!"

„Uhh… I guess so…"

„No, no, NO!"

Bloo looked at Mac directly.

„Not „I guess so"! You sound like a 3-years old, Mac!"

„I am 3…"

„See? You're not getting anywhere like this!

Now, just say it like me:

„Terrance is a big fat jerk and he deserves double payback!""

„But Bloo… He's my brother… And Mom is so gonna get…"

„Get mad at you? Well…."

Bloo pointed at the mess on the floor.

„Who much madder can she get?"

„B-But Terrance is 8! He's much bigger than me and I'm locked up in here…"

„Well, bigger than YOU, but WE

a) outnumber him and

b) there's no door in the world that could stop BLOOREGARD Q. KAZOO!

...God, I freakin' love this name!"

„What?! You're not going to crush the door, are you? Because Mom is—„

„Relax, kid, relax."

Bloo pointed at the window.

It wasn't sealed in any way.

Mac slapped his hand into his face:

„Of course… Why didn't I--?"

„Well, that's what you've got me for now! Come on!"

Mac nodded and followed Bloo, who helped him getting up the window,

The two of them escaped.

"I wonder what takes Mom so long...", asked Mac himself quietly.

Meanwhile, just a few miles away, the answer to Mac's question was standing in a straight row, unable to drive over the street-crossing.

Mac's mother sighed as she turned of the motor. This was going to take a while.

"Oh my.... I hate traffic-jams. I hope the boys are alright.... What the heck is taking that bus over there so long?"

Said bus had already failed to pass the crossing at at least 4 green lights, while the hoots and screams of the drivers behind it were getting louder and louder.

"Grandma, just ... give me.... the map!"

The one driving the bus was a 17-years old red-head, who was sweating over the sight of the long colone of cars behind her.

An older woman was sitting next to her, reading a large city-map.

"Do you want to get your license, or not, Frankie?!"

"Yes, but the way is—"

"Then let me READ!"

A man from the back-rows started to talk:

"Mam', as the driving-instructure, I seriously think it would be the best if your granddaughter would read the map by herse—"

"Ooohhh, just SHUT UP!"

The gigantic bunny with monocle next to him nodded:

"If Madam Foster wishes to study the map, it is for the best to let her study the map."

"There you go, Funny Bunny!"

"But--- The traffic-lights..."

"Grandma, you.... ARGHHH!!"

The red-head slammed her head against the steering wheel, almost breaking out into tears. There goes her chance to finally get the license and be independent of her crazy Grandma and that---- bunny.

Meanwhile, a few miles away.

„So, now just getting inside again!"

Bloo tried to open the door, but it wouldn't work.

„Mom always locks the door, when she's away.", said Mac.

„But don't worry, there's a key under the doormat."

He took the key and opened.

Mac carefully stretched his head to look inside.

Terrance wasn't in sight and the door to his room was closed.

„The air is clean.", said Mac. „Come!"

The two of them went inside.

"Well, so... this is where we live.", stated Mac. "I mean, you've seen the living room before but this... you know... the rest."

Bloo just let his eyes wander over the place:

"OK... And where's our room?"

"Oh, yeah, just follow me! But be quiet, please. I don't want Terrance to realize that I'm out of the living room."

Bloo rolled his eyes:

"Oh please, what's he gonna do if? Play soccer with your head?"

"If I'm lucky."

"Why are you so afraid of that guy? If he's just half as stupid as you described him even a monkey could easily outsmart him!"

"...Possible?"

"Seriously, Have you ever actually tried to stand up to him?"

"No, and, to be honest, I don't really wanna find out what happens if I do."

"Scaredy Cat..."

"You wanna see my room or not?", asked Mac, already slightly annoyed.

"OK, OK, I'm coming!", Bloo followed Mac. "I'm just making you some good suggestions!"

"You mean 'suicidial' suggestions..."

"Kid, you're seriously overdoing it. How do you want to know how low your chances are, if you don't even try it?"

Mac sighed:

"You make it sound so easy..."