Hi, it's me again. ^^
Everybody who reed the story till here, I really thank you a lot! When it comes to writting, my main-goal it to be able to share my fantasy with others and even manage to make them smile. (One of the reasons I like Foster's so much. You can show everyone your imagination, just by letting i come to life!) Well, anyhow, this chapter explores one of Mac's greatest... errm.... well, I' not sure if you could call it a "flaw", but... I don't wanna spoilt it, so just let us call it "His problem". ^^;
Otherwise, another character of the shows regular cast appears in the "Frankie's quest for the license of driving"-sideplot.
She's popular, often get's paired with another character from the show and is known for beeing a bit annoying. Can you guess who it is? Anyhow, it won't be her last appearance in this fanfiction!^^
Wow, now this was way to much introduction for one chapter... I should just let you read it now!^^
Enjoy!
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"Hey, what's this?"
Bloo grabbed something from the table.
"Can you eat that?"
"Bloo, no, that's the knife!"
Mac took it away from him quickly.
"Hey!"
"Mom always says, that I have to be careful with the knife! You can easily hurt yourself with a knife!"
Mac carefully put the sharp kitchen-utensil away:
"Hey. How come you know about Videogames and Action-figures but have no clue what a knife is?!"
Bloo shruged:
"I don't know. You're the one who thought me up."
"What has that to do with not knowing about knifes?"
"Could we please close this topic? I'm hungry! Now, where's the food?"
"In the fridge."
"Huh?"
"The white thing with the door."
"Ah!"
Bloo ran of to the Fridge and opened it:
"Wow! It's cold inside! How does it do that?"
"Something is circulating inside, I think."
"I don't see anything circulating..."
Bloo looked around inside the fridge curiously.
"Hello? Anyone circulating inside here?.... Anything edible inside here?!"
"Bloo, don't leave the door open that long!", said Mac quickly. "Mom always says---"
"Mom, Mom, Mom! Is that all you can say? Man! I just want something to eat and don't know, where it is!"
"But it's all over there! Everything in the fridge is food!"
"Oh!"
Bloo stretched his arms inside and took everything out.
"Bloo!!"
"What? I'm hungry!"
"But that food is not just for you! It's for Mom, Terrance and me as well!"
"What, you insist on feeding that jerk?"
"Put it back and take less!"
"Sheesh..."
"And close the door!"
"Yes, my liege!"
Bloo took less, but not few, out of the frigde, slammed the door (which made Mac afraid that Terrance might have heard it) and put the food on the table.
"Dinner Time, Mac!"
Bloo quickly reached out and stuffed a lots of thing just in his mouth,
Mac thought how strange it was, that he didn't know about knifes or fridges, or even the food inside fridges, but seemed to understand that packaging wasn't edible imedientally, as he removed it first. Nevertheless, Bloo ate without Fork and Knife, may it be a lack of knowledge or a lack of manner.
"Wow, that sweet stuff is great!", exclaimed Bloo suddenly.
"Wanna try some, Mac?"
He showed him a plate, with...
Oh no.
Mac gulped.
Cake.
How come this was even in the fridge?
Mom never put cake in the fridge.
Nervously, he tried to utter:
"Errrm... no thank you... I just had dinner...uhhm..."
"Hey, don't tell me, you're afraid of.... what's that?"
"Cake."
"Oh. Is it poisoned?"
"No."
"Then, why are you afraid of cake?"
"I am not afraid of cake, it's just... errm..."
Bloo started teasing Mac:
"Oh, come on! Look at Cake! Doesn't cake look delicious? And can't you hear him? I hear him loud and clear! And he says:
"Eat me, Mac, eat me!""
Mac went a few steps backward. He was sweating:
"No, sorry, Bloo, but I really can't....."
But Bloo seemed to be obsessed with making Mac try some cake all of the sudden, maybe out curiousity of why he didn't want to:
"Oh, come!!"
He came closer with the cake.
Mac shock his head:
"NO, Please,Bloo, you don't—UHM."
Mac had to stop talking.
Bloo took a little piece of cake (on a fork, all of the sudden) and stuffed it into Mac's mouth.
He tried to spit it out, but the swallow-reflex was faster.
The Cake was down. Along with all it contained.
Eggs, Milk, Wheat....
Sugar.
Energy-loaden, unaturally high concentrated
Sugar.
This was the moment, when Mac's conciousness was seemingly drowned in a rush of newly unleashed, strange energies, as his active consceivement of Bloo blured into a fantastic, yet nonsensical view.
"See Mac, you're smiling! Didn't I tell you it does taste great? Boy, and you didn't want to eat any--- Mac?"
Bloo waved his arm around in front of Mac's face, which had frozen in a strangly smiling position.
"Mac? Pal? You're there?
"Sssssuuu......"
"Sue? Whom?"
"Ssssuuuu.....gaarrrr..."
Right now, Bloo realized that something was WRONG. Very wrong.
"Errmm.... Mac? Are you feeling alright? Do you need some water?"
"Noooo...... Me.... want.....
SUGAR!!!111one11eleven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Without any warning, Mac just jumped up and ran around through the kitchen, as if someone was chasing him with a chain-saw. He started a rather creepy chanting of:
"SUGAR, SUGAR, SUGAR, SUGAR, WANT SUGAR!!"
"Mac, calm down! I thought you didn't want your brother to notice us!"
But Mac – at least the part of him you could call "Mac"- couldn't hear him. He was locked into a colourful cage made of halucinations of strawberry-shortcakes, cotton candy and Bubble Gum with cherry flavour.
Mac jumped onto everything in the kitched, throwing down all that didn't look remotely edible, crashing a lot in the process.
Finally, he spoted the cake on the table.
"SSSSSUGAR!", he exclaimed happily-creepy, jumping out of the sink (which he jumped in just a split second before).
Bloo realized, what he was going to do and quickly grabbed the cake:
"Oh no, you had enough, mate!"
"Give Mac Sugar!!!"
"Look, I now understand why you didn't want any cake, and I know, it was a stupid idea!"
"GOOD IDEA!"
"What you need right now is to CLAM DOWN, OK?!"
"NOT OK!"
Bloo sighed:
"OK, I'm really sorry for this, Mac, but.... CATCH!"
Bloo threw the cake against a cupboard. Mac jumped after it:
"SUGAR!"
With a loud sound, Mac crashed against the cupboard and fell to the ground.
Meanwhile, back on the street...
"Finally, no more disturbance... No more crossings... NO MORE TRAFFIC LIGHTS! HAHA!"
Frankie felt almost like celebrating. The hardest part of the way was behind her now. Soon, she'd be owner of a licence... Finally, her OWN license!
Then she could make the Field trips with the friends where SHE wanted, not THE BUNNY. Then she could buy the food where SHE wanted, not THE BUNNY.
Then she'd be a step nearer to freedom from THE BUNNY.
"Miss Francis, since when are you prefering to talk to yourself aloud and in 3rd person? And, most of all, I personally prefer to be refered to as a "rabbit"!"
"Oh, just shut up, BUNNY!"
Frankie took a turn right, not knowing what would be waiting behind the corner...
"Mommy, Daddy, you know what'd be cool, so cool, so so soooo cool if it really was, like really really real, Mommy, Daddy!?!?"
The mother smiled at her little girl:
"Just tell me, Goo Goo! Just tell your mother what'd be so great!"
The father agreed:
"Yes! Let your imagination FLY! Fly, like a butterfly!!"
"Yeah, butterfly! Butterfly would be cute, and great, but it has to be, err.... rainbow coloured!... No, no, tri-colour! Like a traffic-light! Oh, no, no, it IS a traffic-light! A traffic-light butterfly with....errr.... a police-officer, so nobody would ignore it, because it is a butterfly, because it REALLY is a traffic-light! A big, great butterfly with traffic-lights on his back and his best friend, the police-officer...ehhhh....ehhhh....ehhhhh.... Johnny!!!!"
"You are such a creative little girl, Goo Goo!"
"Thank's Mommy!"
With a small sound, said butterfly and police-officer appeared just before...
You can guess who.
Madam Foster looked puzzled:
"Strange... I didn't know there were traffic lights here!"
"Grandma, that aren't traffic light's, it's an imaginary friend, who looks like one... and a butterfly for some strange reasons... uhh, never mind!"
Frankie wanted to just drive on, as suddenly, she heard a whistle.
A police-officer stoped her:
"HALT! Didn't you see the traffic lights were red?"
Frankie rolled her eyes:
"Oh please, that are not real traffic lights!"
"Well, Johnny's notebook here says something different, you... traffic-law-breaker!"
"What—But..."
Suddenly, Frankie heard scribeling noises from behind her.
The Driving-instructor was writting something in his own notebook.
Frankie was just stunned:
"Please, tell me you're not writting this down too!"
"Of course I am. This my job!"
"B-Bu... But this traffic-lights are not legitimate!!! That's an imaginary butterfly with lights on his back! You can't really tell me, that this, seriously, counts!"
"My notebook says something different! And now, it's green. Would you please continue driving?"
In disbelieve, Frankie turned her head at the street again and drove on.
"Tse, Tse, Tse, Miss Francis, how could you!", was THE BUNNYs statement.
Once again, Frankie felt like crying.
And a certain kid's mother was starting to lose her patients on this bus before her, that just kept stoping for no apparent reason.
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Isn't it strange, how Bloo didn't know about Hiccups in the episode „Hiccyburp"? I used this as basis for his „state of knowledge" here. He knows certain things, but not about others. Maybe it has something to do with what was on Mac's subconcious mind when he created him, I don't know. ^^;
Oh, poor Mac.
Yeah, I just had to feed him Sugar. He has been good, little boy for all of this fanfiction now, so I wanted him to fffffffffffffffffffreak out! YAHOO!
Don't worry, he'll back to normal by the next chapter and have no Gollum-like hang-over like in „Partying is such a sweet soiree". Bloo didn't give him that much cake. ;-)
Goo is five years old here, by the way. I think, that's the most logical, since she's obviously bigger than Mac. I always guessed her to be around the age of 10 in the series. Yeah, I made her parents stupid on purpose. Everybody who would seriously call their poor child "Goo Goo Ga Ga" has to be stupid. Here in austria, there's even a law against such names.
By the way, can you guess, why this chapter's name is „Double Hyperactivity!!!!"?
It's because Mac's hyperactiv from sugar and because Goo is… well, ALWAYS hyperactiv, so it's double! Xp
Yeah, I know, lame. XD