Notes: This is Chapter One, which starts off on our canon and first episode, "House of Bloos" which like before, you do not have to have watched or to remember, this is the very beginning and explains as it goes lIke the episode. All the script between the characters is actually in the show, I listened by ear and watched the episode over and over for the exact words except for maybe a few small errors. Enjoy!
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May 14th, 2004
The house was quite, very quite. The living was dark and shadowed, the blinds drawn tightly so no light seeped through.
Mac perked up from around the marble counter in the kitchen, eyes scanning the perimeter of the room while Bloo peered over a moment later. The two nervously gazed around the dull, almond carpet and worn furniture. Behind them, a looming shadow fell over the two, and it took a moment for realization to hit them.
They took off screaming shrilly.
"Wait! Stop, I just wanna punch you!" Terrence echoed behind them.
"Watch your back Mac, he's gaining on-" Bloo was cut off as the teenager threw a fist and both had to duck, yelping in sync, "Whoa!"
The fist rammed into the wall, making a small 'thunk' as it made an ugly hole in the fine light coffee color of the paneling.
"Uh-oh! I'm telling Mom!"
"Mac." Bloo yelled as they ran in circles around the couch swiftly, "Your brother is a..."
"Yeah?" The eight year old grinned widely at his Friend though desperately running for his life. This 'running for his life' thing was actually a daily occurrence after he got older.
"Big,"
"Right."
"Fat,"
"Mhm?"
"Doofus!"
Mac snorted, sending both into uncontrollable laughter ever though it wasn't much of a joke. Terrence scrambled after them, his dark beady eyes narrowed in frustration.
"Shut up you-" The teenager stammered, failing at a good comeback.
"Yeah?" The azure blob blinked back almost politely, looking forward to the answer the older sibling had to say.
"You...you Bloofus!"
The Imaginary Friend skidded to a halt, whisking around, seeming bewildered and almost irritated.
"Bloofus? Bloofus!" The thing shrieked, flailing his arms.
"His name is Blooregard Q. Kazoo and you know it Terrence!" The eight year old creator chimed in with a hateful stare at his sibling.
"Right, right or Blooey, Bloo the Bloodude, El Bloo-Derino, or hey...how bout just Bloo?" The blob babbled, crossing his arms, "Hmp, but come on man, Bloofus? How stupid can you get?"
Mac gave him a faint smile of approval crossing his arms as well before Terrence was growling with rage, leaning over the edge of the couch.
"Look!" The teen snapped, pointing a finger at the creature, "No stupid Imaginary Friend of my stupid little brother is gonna tell me how stupid I am, because I know just how stupid I-"
Terrence was met by wobbly grins and wide eyes, both trying to contain their bubbling laughter. A moment went by as he processed his words and his face contorted into a hate-filled snarl.
"Shut up!" He pounced over the couch and the two of them had no time to react, shrieking as the older boy smashed down on top with cruel force.
Laughing, the teen grasped Bloo under his left arm and Mad under his right, not breaking his grip as they struggled and squirmed to free themselves.
"Well, well, well lookie what I got here," Terrence hissed, a dark look crossing over his face, "It's Mr Destruct-O and his evil pal Breaky! Mom is gonna be so mad when she sees what you two have done!"
The teen gave a ominous laugh, while Mac was frozen in fear, Bloo turned his gaze to the older sibling.
"But we haven't done anything!" The azure blob was snarky and arrogant even in times of distress.
"Oh no?" He slammed the Imaginary Friend into the nearest item, a nice lamp sitting on a miniature table. Bloo gave a small yelp of pain, shards of the object falling all over the carpet.
"Breaky, how could you!"
The eight year old shifted in his brother's arms, watching with horror as his Friend tried to recover but looked sick already.
"No -O, don't do it!" Bloo let out an audible growl as Mac was slammed into the nearby bookshelves.
"Stop it Terrence!" Mac floundered but Terrence only laughed and swung them around more, both startled as they were thrown.
The brunette jolted as Bloo went into a fit of giggling. "This is fun! Break more! Break more!"
"Bloo, no!"
"Quiet you! Terrence - the cabinet!" The creature motioned to one of the looming wooden bookcases with a priceless blue vase atop of it.
"Break it!" The teen snapped as he helped the Imaginary Friend up to it and grinned as Bloo picked the vase up, high over his head.
"Sorry Mac, hate to break it to 'ya but..." There was a soft smash and Mac watched as it fell on his brother's head and knocked him unconscious, "Your brother is a big fat doofus!"
The two stared at the stunned sibling before joyfully springing up and down, yet again defeating the teen who constantly pestered them like this each day. And it almost always ended with the teen being knocked out.
They didn't even notice the front door open.
"Mac! Bloo!" Both froze, eyes wide as Mac's Mother waltzed in, holding two large bags of groceries. The evidence of the scene was not very convincing in their defense though.
"Mom it's not what you -"
"Yeah, Terrence he was the one who -"
At that moment, the teen stood up from his daze and took to action, pitifully stumbling over to her side and grasping onto her jacket.
"Mom! Mac and Bloo were mean to me! I was being a good boy looking after my sweet little brother - when all of sudden his crazy Imaginary Friend Bloo went insane and started to tear the house apart! I tried to stop them, but they hurt me!"
"What!" The brunette shrieked at the horribly inaccurate lie.
"That is so not what happened! Terrence -" Bloo began, malice intertwined with his words.
"- Is the oldest and in charge of this house when I am not at home." Their Mother scolded, "And I expect him to act like the oldest and set a good example by telling the truth."
"Hah!" Creator and creation synchronized, giving a winning glare at the older sibling.
"But Mom I was telling the -"
"Terrence, you expect me to believe that a thirteen year old boy was overpowered by an eight year old and his cute little Imaginary Friend?"
"Yeah, Mac's a wimp." The blob added thoughtfully.
"And Bloo's spineless." Mac nodded in content, seeing as the tables had turned in his advantage. Yet again the day was saved by Mac and Bloo.
"But Mom!"
"Terrence, I've had a long day...just go to your room." His Mother huffed, and the two younger ones laughed, making faces at the thirteen year old as he stormed off to his room with one last scornful glance.
"Mac! Bloo! That's enough!"
"But -"
"Terrence -"
"Is not the only one at fault here! I'm fed up with the three of you always fighting..." She sighed wearily, "Mac we need to talk."
The blob perked, shuffling forwards. "Okay sure, come on Mac, let's -"
"No Bloo, I want to talk to Mac alone." The boy lowered his head in dread and apprehension. He had the oncoming feeling of trouble once this mess had begun. But by the look his Mother gave him, it said it was deeper than this fight around the living room. Something bad was about to occur.
"It's okay Mac, I'll be right here, I'm not going anywhere!" Bloo gave a winning smile as Mac followed his Mother down the hall to his room and the door shut softly.
"Mac, now you know how tired I am of you three fighting." Her steady voice carried off faintly from the door, and Bloo couldn't help but crawl over and eavesdrop with a wan look and deepening frown.
"But it was Terrence, he always picks on me and treats me like a baby!"
"And why do you think he does that?"
"Cause he's a jerk?"
"Well yes..." His Mother gave a soft chuckle before continuing in her serious and questioning tone, "Can you think of any other reasons?"
"Uh..."
"Maybe because of Bloo?"
The brunette startled at her response like a terrified pigeon. "Bloo! Why?"
"Because, Mac, you're eight years old and you still have your Imaginary Friend."
"So what? Lotsa kids have Imaginary Friends. You see them everyday on the streets, or in the stores! You even had one when you were little!"
"Yes, when I was little, but by the time I was your age I didn't need my Imaginary Friend anymore."
"What're you saying?" Macy's voice was hesitant, more quieter and disconcerted than Bloo had ever heard it.
"I think it's time you got rid of Bloo..."
Behind the bedroom door, the Imaginary Friend felt his heart go still in his chest and his face drained, eyes watering.
"What!"
"I'm sorry Mac, I just think its time! You need to grow up and be a big boy and say goodbye to Bloo."
The azure blob could hear the tears in his creator's throat by how he stuttered and his voice went up a few tones. "B-But Mom it's not fair, we're best friends! W-We'll be good, I-I'll keep him locked up in my room - Mom, please!"
"Mac, no, stop it! This isn't about you being good or keeping Bloo locked up, the fact is that you're a big boy now and you're to old for him." The Friend gave his eyes a brisk swipe for a moment, not acknowledging the tears.
"But -" The eight year old pleaded fruitlessly, holding on to an ounce of hope.
"My decision is final - you have got to get rid of Bloo."