Oh, 2 chapters on one day? I am dilligent!^^ Anyhow, Chapter 3 is here, focusing on Mac and Bloo comeing to know each other a bit better!^^ Also, Frankie's troublesome driving-test is not over yet! How many more obstacles will she have to face? O.O Don't miss it!

And, most of all, enjoy reading! ;-)

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"Well... There is it. My room.", Mac told Bloo "Pretty small, but, well... My room."

"Cool!"

Bloo ran off:

"You've got videogames! Come on, let's play!"

Mac quickly ran after him:

"Err, no Bloo! We can't! Mom says, "no videogames after 6pm"."

"What?! WHY?!"

"It's not good for me to play that much."

"How about watching TV?"

"Nope."

Bloo almost freaked out:

"Oh, come on, how can you even consider following such a stupid rule, if you got such awesome games as......... "Billy Bolly's ABC funhouse"?!"

Bloo stared at the catridge in disbelieve.

"But.. Where are the good games?!"

Mac sighed:

"There used to be more, but Terrance took the rest with him, when he moved into his own room."

He pointed at the upper one of the etage-beds.

"This used to be his."

"You two shared a room?", asked Bloo "If you hate him so much, how did you stand it?"

"I don't know. I was just two.", answered Mac.

"So... the upper bed is free?"

Mac nodded.

"Can I have it?!"

"Sure, why not? What's mine is yours."

"ALRIGHT!"

Whitout waiting a single moment more, Bloo rushed up the ledder and started jumping on his new bed:

"My.... very.... own.... BED!"

"Bloo, stop it!!", said Mac quickly. "Mom says, no jumping on the beds!!"

"Well, and I say:JUMPING RULES!"

"She's gonna ground me if she finds out!"

"Yes, and that means beeing locked into your room to JUMP SOME MORE ON THE BED! WOOHOO!!"

"And what if Terrance hears you?!?!"

"Alright, alright! Sheesh...", Bloo climbed down the bed:

"Is beeing a killjoy so much fun, or what?"

"I'm not beeing a killjoy! I just don't wanna get into trouble!"

"But, from what you told me, Terrance get's you into trouble all the time anyhow, so what's the point trying to avoid it?"

"I.. just don't want to make Mom angry...", Mac stated. "But... we can play with action-figures, if you want!"

"Hey, that's more like it!"

Bloo sat down on the floor:

"OK, come on, gimme gimme!"

Mac laughed:

"Alright! I take this one... and you pick one of those!

He showed Bloo a set of several action figures and he choose one.

They started playing.

Mac started:

"Meep, Meep, I AM ROBO TERROR FROM PLANET JIJAG, I AM THE MOST FEARED PERSON IN THE GALAXY!"

Bloo joined in:

"BUT I AM MEGALOMAXIMO, I AM THE MOST FEARED PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE! I WILL CRUSH YOU!"

"Not if I use my super-laser to penetrate your armor!"

"HA! My armor, OK, but my invincibility-force-field can't be penetrated by any stupid lasers!"

"No, but by my sword of power!"

"Sword of power? HA! FEAR MY DOOMSDAY GUN!"

"Oh no, it's the feared doomsday-ray! What shall I do now? Maybe use my DOOMSDAY RAY!"

"Oh, yeah?! Well I got a DOOMSDAY DEVICE!"

"I got a Doomsday Blade!"

"Doomsday Canon!"

"Doomsday Factory!

The two of them continued this, until they both started laughing loudly and rolling on the floor.

Mac grinned:

"Wow, I never thought playing with action-figures could make that much fun!"

"Yeah, that was awesome! Mac, I admit, I wasn't sure if playing with you could really be fun, because of all the rules you follow and stuff.

But man, when we were playing just now, you were completly different!"

"I was?", asked Mac puzzled.

"Yeah, much more relaxed and coinfident! I like you WAY better that way! Why aren't you like this all the time?"

Mac sighed:

"I already told you, I don't want to---"

"—get into trouble, yes, yes, I already know. But we could have so much more fun than that, if you would just quit chanting that all over the time! It's easy, really!"

"OK, let's say Mom wouldn't find out. Terrance would. And he would tell Mom. Big time."

"Then let me toast this guy!!"

"Are you crazy?! You have no idea how strong he is, do you?!"

„Oh, I can handle this jerk! Just watch me! DID YOU HEAR, TERRANCE? WATCH ME!", shouted Bloo, mimicing boxing while saying it.

„Pss, Pss, Bloo, not that loud! Terrance might hear you! If he sees that I made myself an imaginary friend, he's sure gonna hurt you, just like the sculpture! I don't want that!"

„Oh, he shall just try to even touch me! I'll give him a taste of his own medicine!"

„you're just 3 feet and almost… shapeless and he's 4 1/2 feet tall and pretty strong!"

„And brainless! A sever weakpoint, if you ask me!"

„NO! I don't want you to get in trouble with him too!"

„Didn't you want somebody, who's ‚not' afraid?"

„Yes, but… You…."

A grumbeling noise interupted them.

It came from Bloo's stomach.

„Uhh… I'm kinda hungry."

„Imaginary friends need to eat?", asked Mac surprised.

„Looks like it.", answered Bloo. „Now, where's the kitchen?"

„This way."

Mac was relieved that this conversation came to such an abrupt end.

He didn't Terrance to hurt his new friend.

No, never.

*

Meanwhile, the 17 year-old red-head a completly different problems.

*

10 times.

They missed the green light...

10.

TIMES.

The yells and hoots got louder and louder every second. The girl was on the edge to eighter start crying or go berserk, while her grandmother kept yelling back at the people in the cars behind them:

"BE QUIET, EVERYBODY! I'M TRYING TO READ!"

"Grandma, STOP IT! You'll never find our location on this map! Please, I beg you by heavens sweet mercy, just let me drive on by the next green light, please, please, PLEASE!!!"

"Miss Francis, how dare you to question Madam Foster's map-reading skills! You should be ashamed of yourself, I say!", told her the rabbit in the backrow, but the driving-instructor seemed to have another opinion:

"No, she's got a point! She's got a point! Mam' please, for heaven's sake, give Francis the map!!"

"NO! I almost got it! Just wait until I...."

Frankie couldn't take it anymore and finally snatched the map out of her grandmother's hands...

To make a stunning revelation:

"Wait a minute... That's not a city map of our town! It's a celebrity-map from hollywood!"

Madam Foster's seemed pretty surprised:

"Oh... Well, that explains why my eyes kept crossing "Tom Cruise"'s mansion..."

"OK, THAT DOES IT!"

As the light just turned green, Frankie hit the gas-pedal, while the people behind her broke out into a hallelula-chorus.