So, final chapter!

Thank you, everybody, for all those nice reviews! It makes me happy when my stories entertain people! Incredibly happy!^^

I'll maybe write some more Foster's fanfics in in near future, but, for now, that's it!^^

And now, just enjoy the conclusion and leave some reviews!

I'll read ya! ;-)
Neni-chan

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„347, 348, 349! Frankie,they are all here!", shouted Eduado.

Coco nodded:

„Coco!"

„Thanks, guys!!", replied Frankie.

Relief. They actually managed to get all of the imaginary Frankies to Foster's. She sighed. Next to her, her driving instructor was studiing his notebook… Frankie just had to ask him now:

„Mister…"

„Hm? What is it?"

„I know, today didn't go quite as smooth as we thought, and I didn't finish the set route, but I know I can do it! When can I retry?"

The instructor answered clamly:

„There will be no retry."

„What?!"

Frankie thought she was about to faint. No retry?! That couldn't be happening! She NEEDED this license!

„B-But it wasn't my fault! I swear, I can…"

„There will be no retry, because you passed!"

„I… passed?!"

Frankie's eyes widened:

„No joke? Seriously? But.. how?! After all that happened… and I didn't finish the test!"

„Nobody fails the test because of one missed red light, Miss Foster. And everything else was nothing more than an unlucky coincidence,which your driving-skills had nothing to do with. In fact, you even solved this situation quite bravorous and proved that you are able to handle the stress that the driving of a big vehicle, like your bus, can bear.

And, just between you and me, I would rather see you driving this bus than your – excuse me—crazy grandmother or her imaginary friend."

„Yeah, I thought so.", answered Frankie, remembering what she told Eduardo on the street a few minutes before.

The instructor smiled:

„Her is your License, Francis Foster! Congratulations!"

Frankie quickly grabbed the card:

„YES!"

She didn't care that the picture of her on the license looked butugly. Now, she just felt like celebrating. She just had to shout:

„EVERYBODY! Get ready! In 20 minutes, we're going to the ice-bar! On my bill!!"

A loud wave of joyfull calls, much more pleasing than the angry drivers in the traffic-jam, reached Frankie's ear, knowing that everyone in the house was getting ready to get into the bus now—which she would drive!

She couldn't quite recall, when it was the last time she'd been so happy, but it must have been a while yet.

Smiling took a glance over to Wilt, he was speaking to the little back haired girl:

„… and that's why you should never, ever fill the street with imaginary friends! Did you understand?"

The little girl just smiled at him in a weird, dreamy way.

Wilt didn't know what to think of that:

„Uhhmm… I'm sorry, but did you…"

„Oh, what? Ah, excuse me, but I wasn't listening at all, because what you said was, like, kinda boring, but then I realized, how ta~all you are, I mean, did someone ever tell you how tall you are, you must be, like the tallest person on the world, you'd make a great basketball player. Did you every play baketball, you should try it! By the way, where are we, what kind of place ist his? I like the wallpaper, it looks all weird, but old at the same time, what kind of people are living here, are they nice? Oh, I know, they'll probably invite us for tea, right, ri--- hey, a giant badger!!!"

The girl ran of in Mr. Herriman's direction:

„Hi, giant badger! Why do you need a monocle? Is your eyesight so bad, or do you just wear it because it fits your outfit? What's up with that outfit anyway, you look like a buttler! Are you a buttler?"

Mr. Herriman was about to back of, because he just couldn't find any words to answer this girl, but his manners forbid him to do something like that. Instead, he just shouted:

„Miss Francis!!!"

„Yes?", asked Frankie, still in the best mood ever.

„Who is this most irritating little child?", asked Mr. Herriman.

„Oh, that's the little girl who created all those look-alikes!...Uhmm… „Goo", wasnt it?"

„Yes, yes, and „GooGoo GaGa" is my full first name! Well, but my full nae would actually be—„

„Yes, thank you, we get the point!", said Frankie quickly.

„Don't worry Mr. Herriman, Wilt figured out the phone number of her parents, they'll be there to pick her up in a minute!"

Frankie was holding the girl on one hand, so she wouldn't run of upstairs and get herself lost.

„Oh, yes, the imaginary versions of you, Miss Francis. What are you planning to do about those? Keeping them all here would certainly cause a huge confusion whenever we would be calling the friends to dinner!"

„Aaaall taken care off!", said Frankie.

She went to the door:

„Wilt, Ed and Coco were so nice to hang up a few posters in the street."

And opened:

A horde of young men was standing behind it, shouting in a loud chorus:

„We want to adopt a teenage-girl imaginary friend! PLEEEEASE!!!"

„Don't worry, boys, there are enough for everyone!", answered Frankie.

„YEAY!!!"

Mr. Herriman nodded:

„Ah, very well, but what about…her!"

The little girl was looking around the whole place, amazed:

„WOW! Are those guys over there imaginary friends?! And those?! And those?! And those?! Is this a place full of imaginary friends?! I wish I had an imaginary friend like the one over there, but with yellow---UMMPF!"

Frankie had quickly covered the little girl's mouth with her hand. She bended down to her:

„Now, little girl, listen to me:

This is a place for imaginary friends, OK?"

She nodded.

„And we have space for about 3000 friends, OK?"

Again, she nodded.

„But f you keep on making more and more and more of them, we'll endup having no space left for them and they will have to sleep on the street. Do you want that?"

She shock her head quickly.

„Well, then, I'll now let go of you, if you promise me to keep your imagination under control!"

The girl nodded again.
Frankie carefully took her hand off they girl's mouth, but as soon as it was down, the girl finished:

„..freckles!!"

A new imaginary friend suddenly popped out of nowehere.

„Oopps..", answered the girl. „Uhmm… well, still 2999 other spaces left! Hehe!"

„As I thought…", said Mr. Herriman „You, Miss Francis, have no control over the chaos this girl could cause here!"

„Well, of course not! I'm not her mother!"

„Therefor, I declare a new rule for the home, which bans the little girl with the most ridiculous name, the most annoying voice and the overactive imagination from ever visiting this institution again!"

„And that means?!", asked Goo interested.

„Uhhmmm..",

Frankie didn't quite know, how to formulate that in a nice, child-friendly way.

Finally, little Goo got her answer…

By just beeing kicked out the door by Mr. Herriman.

„Wow!", shouted the girl: „Today was the most funny day in my life! With all those cool, tall and badger-like imaginary friends, ands stuff! I'm soooo comeing again tommorow! Hehe!"

„NO!!", shouted everybody inside the house.

Goo just completly missed the point.

………………………………………………………..

When Mac woke up the next morning, a saturday, the first thing that came to his mind, was whatever everything that happened the evening before had not just been a dream.

He got his answer, when somebody suddenly looked down at him from the upper bed:

„Morning, buddy!"

Bloo jumped down to him:
„Soooo, how are you?!"

Mac laughed:

„Morning, Bloo! I'm very, very fine, thank you!"

„You know what, Mac?", asked Bloo.

„What?"

„Tonight…. I met Aliens!!"

„Really?!"

„Yes! For some reason my eyesight was a bit blurry, but they were here and they looked just like the action-figures we played with yesterday!"

„Oh!", Mac giggled: „You were having a dream!"

„Uhhm, what?"
„A dream is like…. A movie that happens in your head while you're sleeping! Sometimes you remember it, sometimes you don't!"

„But it wasn't like a movie! It was very real!.. Except for that blur..hmm"

Mac just shock his head.

Ohh, Bloo…

Mac had a feeling that his life going to become a lot more exciting with him. In a good way.

„Hey, let's go and have breakfast!"

„Oh yes, I'm starving!!!... By the way, if you can't have sugar, what do you eat for breakfast?"

„Sugar-free cereals!", answered Mac. „They're healthy!"

„Barf!", was Bloo's statement. „I'll go for whatever else is there."

„Ah… I just remembered... We emptied the kitchen yesterday, remember? We'll probably not even have any breakfast!"

„What? NO!"

Just then, Mac's mother's voice reached them from downstairs:

„Boys!! Who wants pancakes?"

She seemed to have one of her rare days off today

„Well, that's MORE like it!!", was Bloo's statement as he rushed down the stairs. „Last one in the kitchen is a snail!"

„Hey, wait for me!", shouted Mac, running after his imaginary friend.

Oh yes, Bloo was going to keep him entertained and, most of all, buisy for the next few years…

Buisy, yes, and there'd probably be a lot of trouble.

But Mac would enjoy every second of it. He just knew it.