Well this chapter was taking a bit longer. Butt he fanfiction is close to the end now, , so don't worry, I won't cancle the story just because of one or two chapter. XD If the last chapter isn't up by next weeks, you can start to guess that I was abduccted by aliens or something. ;-p.

I'm kind of disappointed that the serie's last episode, „Goodbye to Bloo" hasn't aired yet, not even in Great Brittain, where it was ACCTUALLY supposed to air one day before my Brithday (7th of March). A download of that episode would have made a great Brithday present to me, but… well, I just have to wait till' it comes out, I guess.

Still no Frankie in this chapter. I planed her and the other in corner „Clonestreet/Chaosavenue" to appear again in this chapter, but then, it streetched out to long and I pushed it back. Bur, to make up for that, the next chapter will be even awesomer, I promise! ;-)

Once again, enjoy!

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„Sigh…."

Mac was rolling in his bed. He was trying to sleep, but there was one thing he just couldn't get out of his head.

Bloo.

He had only known him for a few hours, but…

Well, that's not really correct. The idea has probably always been somewhere inside Mac. It was just a matter of time, when he would actually „come out".

The only one, who ever really called him friend yet…

„It's OK…", comforted Mac himself. „He's just a fantasy… I won't miss him that much…. Right?"

Mac tried to close his eyes. But they wouldn't just let him sleep.

The thing that Bloo said, started to flood his mind:

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

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

„I'm just making you some good suggestions!"

He buried his head under the pillow:

„…Why am I lying to myself? I ALREADY miss him! I feel so awful! But… I just couldn't keep him! Because I… ‚cause I'm…"

Mac sat up and looked through the room… he spotted the action-figures:

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

„Not „I guess so"! You're not getting anywhere like this!"

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

"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?"

"Then let me toast this guy!!"

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

"Mom, Mom, Mom! Is that all you can say?

"But I don't want any other kid... I'm your friend!"

„My friend…"

Mac sighed:

„Maybe… he's right. Maybe I should at least try to change. If I don't do, nothing will become different…So…

…

Wait a minute…

If Bloo is someone, I imagined… than the way he acts was created by me as well. He's the way he is, because I made him that way….

could that mean, that all those things he said…

Was…

Was I trying to tell that myself?"

Mac's pupils widened for a split-second, as he realized what that meant:

„I…

I was telling that myself!

That was me!

I have always been so busy avoiding any kind of trouble, I just stoped listening to myself!

Bloo was just trying to tell me to care more about something, I've always pushed aside!

Myself!"

He gulped.

This sounded all so strange and even slightly creepy. But he knew, it was true. It just hit him, like a hundred tiny bells inside of him rang, saying „BINGO!".

It was true, he knew it. And that meant…

„...And I sent him away… Bloo tried to help me.

And I sent him away.

Oh no, what have I done!?"

Mac jumped out of his bed in panic, rushed to the door, pulled it open.

„I gotta find--„

Before he could finish the sentence, someone running by had already grabbed his arm and pulled him along.

Beeing forced to run, Mac looked surprised to his right side, just to find that his „captor" was…

„Bloo! You've not gone away!"

„Of course not, why should I?"

„Because I told you to—„

„Oh, you didn't seriously think I was going to listen to that? You're my friend, Mac, and I'm not just leaving you, if you like it or not! You're not mad because of that, are you?"

Mac smiled:

„Mad? Bloo, you don't know, how glad I am! Because, just now, I realized… Uhm, by the way, why are we running?"

Bloo started to explain:

„Well, I knotted Terrance's shirt over his head, stepped on his toes, kicked him in the shin and made him run into a wall!"

„Seriously?!", asked Mac in disbelieve.

„Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't hear his screams! It was hilarious!"

„WOW! But… How did you get away with that?"

„Oh, I didn't. He's chasing us right now. THAT'S why we're running."

„Oh.

...

OH NO! That's not good!!"

Just then, a all to familiar voice reached them from behind:

„HA! I knew, YOU had something to do with that! Come here, you and your evil doll!!!"

As Mac turned around and saw Terrance running after them, with his fist above his head, he gulped:

„He's gonna kill us! BOTH!"

„Don't worry" Bloo's voice was calm „It's all going according to my plan."

„According to you plan? How is THIS part of your plan?!"

„Just trust me! I know exactly what I am doing!"

„No, I---„

But then, Mac realized:

This was it. This was his chance.

His chance to finally change himself and become at least a little bit less afraid, a little bit less independent.

He had always been afraid of problems. He couldn't ignore them, so he went on to avoid them. And that made him surpress anything, that could cause them. Along that were his own desires.

That's why he was never able to stand up to Terrance.

Not because he was to small or to weak.

Just because he didn't allow it to himself.

But now, he had Bloo.

And now, he knew exactly, why he had Bloo.

To learn how to allow himself to desire things again.

To learn how to allow himself to have fun again.

To learn how to just listen to himself again, not just to others.

And if he wanted, really wanted to change at least a little bit, he first had to accept Bloo. And accept what he was planing right now.

„OK.", said Mac „What is your plan?"

„First: Keep running!"

„Fine. And second?"

„Second: Drop by at the kitchen!"

„What for?"

„You'll see!"

Suddenly, Bloo made a 90° turn, pulling Mac with him.

They ran towards the kitchen, followed closely by Terrance.

„STOP!!! LET ME BEAT YOU UP, OR I'M TELLING MOM, THAT YOU BET UP ME!!"

„OK, now he's getting ridiculous."; thought Mac aloud. „I'm 3 years old, how am I supposed to beat up him?"
„With a good strategie!", answered Bloo the rethorical question. „Which we have! And now, here's your station!"

They made yet another turn and entered the kitchen, which was still messed up from Mac's sugar-massacre.

„And now?!", asked Mac.

Bloo just grabbed a plastic-bag and stuffed everything could take into it, even empting the spice-shelf in the process. Then, he let his eyes wander around in the room.

„Aha!"

He spotted a little box, took something out of it and stuffed it into the bag.

„Ready!"

„Yeah, ready for a beat-up!!!!"

Mac and Bloo turned around, to find Terrance standing in the door:

„You're not getting away from me!"

„Oh no, Mac, look, we can't get out, looks like we were trapped here, completly dependent to the mercy of your brother!", said Bloo in an incredibly dull voice, that made him sound like he was reading off a skript.

Nevertheless, Terrance seemed to take every word serious:

„Oh yeah, you sure are!"

„Could I just ask you one last question, before you execute our most horrible, but well desereved fates on us?"

„Uhm, sure?"

„What's your favourite spice?"

„Chili-Pepper?"

„Well, then HERE!"

Bloo threw a handful of Chili right into Terrance's face.

„AHH!"

Mac's brother tried to get the spice out of his face, but his rubbing made it only worse.

„Let's get outta here, Mac!", shouted Bloo and they ran past Terrance, out of the kitchen.

But it took Mac's big brother barely 20 seconds to get hurting, now bloodshed eyes open again.

„WAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!

You two are DEAD!!"

He ran after Mac and Bloo, ignoring everything in his way.

The ensuring choosechase through half of the house left a trace of destruction and chaos, including 2 broken lamps, 3 crashed bowls, 8 shattered Photographes and a ripped carpet.

„Huh,huh,huh,huh….Bloo… Don't you think it's about time you use what you picked up in the kitchen?!",

Mac never thought, that he would ever encourage anyone to throw food around, but, looking at the situation, a dirty floor and a few crushed bones looked far better than a demolized house and a grave with their names on it.

„Huh, huh, huh…. No… Not yet!"

„When?!"

„Soon!!"

„But WHEN?!"

The chase had gotten worse. Terrance was now trowing chairs at them, since he got out of breath and couldn't run after them that fast anymore.

Bloo nodded:

„OK Mac, ready fort he awesome super-weapon, that will nail our earth-shattering shattering victory over the kind of dumb?!"

„Ready, ready, just get on with it!"

„Then listen closely now and do EXACTLY, what I tell you---„

Aprocimately 30 seconds later, the two of them suddenly parted, confusing Terrance, who stopped running for a moment.

After whom should he chase now?

„Woo Hoo!"

Terrance looked after the voice.

It was Bloo. He was grinning in a mishivious way, holding up a peanut. He was singing:

„This is Terrance's brai~in! This is Terrance's brai~in!"

„I'M GONNA SHOW YA MY BRAIN!!!"

Without any thinking (on the other hand; did he ever think?), Terrance rushed towards the little Bloo blob, ready to pulverize him in the most painful way possible.

„MAC, NOW!"

„Alright!"

Suddenly, Bloo jumped aside, revealing the apartment's door behind him (Terrance could have REALLY seen this coming), which Mac promptly opened from outside.

„NO, NO, NO, NO--„

But Terrance was going to fast and couldn't stop anymore. He ran straight through the door, out of the apartment, into the hallway, tripping over the railing and finally falling down the railing, landing in the pool in the hallway.

SPLASH!!

„WE DID IT!", shouted Mac, as he looked down the railing.

„I can't believe it, but we did it!!"

„And I can't believe, you ever doubted that we'd do it!", stated Bloo proudly.

Mac's eyes were big of amazement:

„And- And… The other stuff from the kitchen?! If you only needed this one, small Peanut, than why did you take so much? Where did it come in?"

Just as Mac had said that, a sound from beneath caught his attention. Terrance had escaped his wet trap and the water didn't cool down his mood in any way. In fact, he now looked even more furious than before.

„Oh.. no…"
„THIS is where the other stuff comes in.", answered Bloo, slightly shocked about how the fall into the pool didn't stop Terrance.

„Time for the backup-plan!"

He started to stuff food into Mac's arms.

„Arm yourself, pal, arm yourself and then…."

He heard Terrance's angry grunting

„…RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!"

Mac and Bloo rushed outside the building. And, once again, Terrance was following them closely, and Mac had the unpleasant feeling, that his brother's speed increased.

They were now outside the building.

Mac and Bloo were armed with meat, vegetables and fruit.

Terrances was soaked with chlored water and furious as a bear, who's hibernation has been disturbed.

„Any last words?!", he shouted.

„MELONE-HEAD!", was Bloo's answer, he threw exactly this fruit at Terrance. It crashed against his hard head and shattered, knocking Terrance back.

„Start throwing, Mac!!"

„OK!!"

The two of them started to bomb Terrance with all they had from the kitchen, keeping him away from them.

*

„WHA! Flying Vegetables!!!!!"

Eduardo was cowering on the street in fear.

„Errr… What?", asked Wilt confused.

„Flying Vegetables!!! I see them, just now! They comeing to get us!"

Coco rolled her eyes:

„CoCoCo, Co co co co „Coco Cococo"!"

„Yes, there is! I just see them!", shouted Eduardo. He pointed at a wall, surounding an apartment-house.

„Look there! They were flying over the wall!!!"

Wilt shock his head and put his hand on Eduardo's forehead.

„What you doing, amigo?"

Wilt sighed:

„Well, at least you haven't got a fever…"

„You not believe me?!"

„Eduardo, you must be seeing things. I am sorry, but there are really no such things as „cannibal clones" OR „flying vegetables"."

„B-But they were here!!! The flying vegetables!!! Realmente!!"

„Sorry Eduardo, but we've got no time for this! Frankie needs our help!"

„Co!"

Wilt and Coco continued their way.

Eduardo was baffled:

„But…. Las veruras volante!...."

He turned his head and looked at the wall again.

„I not seeing things! … Was I?"

He looked closely…

Suddenly, a STEAK came flying over the wall.

„WHAAAAAAAAA!!! AMIGOS, DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

Eduardo ran away, crying in terror.

*

„Well, there goes tommorow's dinner.", said Mac, as he saw how the steak he threw was crossing the wall surounding the house. But he had different things to worry about now.

Like the possibility of beeing torn into halves by his furious older brother.

He tried to grab some more food to throw---

But there was no more.

Mac gulped.