We had to sleep in the bus. That's what happened.
Mr. HerrimanOh, the house has become so frightfully full that is actually far more comfortable to lie on these ancient benches [pulls out a spring.]
Gosh, guys. I'm really sorry. I--
Mr. Herriman
Well, you should be. We've been very patient with you, Master Mac, but I'm afraid there must be consequences for your inaction. From now on, you--
[Frankie stops him]
Mac, we've been talking, and, well, we know how very much in love you are with your girlfriend [Mac groans] and, well, since she only comes around to see you, and you won't ask her to leave, we kind of think you shouldn't, you know, [frowns] come to Foster's anymore.
[shocked] What? But what about Ches... I mean, Bloo?
Mr. Herriman
Our agreement to house Master Blooregard will stand firm as long as you, Master Mac, stay away.
[Coco, Eduardo and Wilt fold their arms and turn their backs on Mac. Bloo blinks slowly. Frankie frowns even more. Madame Foster looks miserably at Mac.]
Mr. Herriman
I'm sorry, Master Mac. But it is for the best.
[Mac leaves the bus.]
Oh, my gosh, Mac. I totally forgot to tell you about something and I totally remembered it when you were on the bus talking to that badger and that crazy angry lady, and I was outside communing with the animals like I always do on my family vacations in Wisconsin, and I suddenly remembered about the thing I've been wanting to do for, like, a long, long, long, long, long time, and I kept forgetting. And, you know, my mom says that sometimes memory loss is a sign of a protein deficiency, but I don't think that pertains to me, 'cause I eat lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of bananas. In fact, you could probably say I'm Bananas about bananas. Get it, Mac? Bananas? Get it? Do you get it, Mac? Do you get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it...? I know you wouldn't get it. Well, anyway, I just wanted to give you this, 'cause I've been thinking about all the time we've been spending together, and since we're best friends and all, and I really wanted to--
[snapping at Goo after being barred from Foster's] I-DON'T-LIKE-YOU! Don't you get it? Nobody likes you! You're annoying and weird and you talk too much, and Bloo's name is not Chester, Mr. Herriman is not a badger, that's not how you play checkers, and protein doesn't come from bananas, it comes from nuts, which you don't need to eat more of because you are nuts! You're chock full of nuts! You're so nuts, you drive me nuts! [jumps in Goo's face] Get it? Getitgetitgetitgetitgetitgetitgetitgetitgetitgetitgetitgetitgetitgetitgetit?! Everybody thinks you're a nuisance and they all want you to just GO HOME! [Goo becomes sad and upset upon hearing Mac's words] Well?! [so she drops a box in front of him and runs off. Mac opens it and discovers his backpack inside. He also sees that the strap has been fixed and he reads a note on his backpack] "To Mac. Thanks for being so nice to me all the time. Your friend, Goo." Great.
[gasps] You took my fleas?! Oh, you big meanies!
No, but I wish we did. Man, I want fleas so bad!
Mr. Herriman
Fleas?! How did you get fleas? Oh, goodness gracious! We cannot allow fleas in this house! Everyone furry will most certainly catch them!
[disgusted] Ugh! Gross! I am not having that!
[Frankie and Mr. Herriman glare at a terrified Eduardo for a few seconds, then he dashes away, and they chase him all around the house, forcing him to get a flea bath]
You will never take them away from me!
[Christmas Eve; Mac arrives at Foster's where all the imaginary friends are decorating for Christmas]
BEBloo, Eduardo, Wilt, and Coco
Mac!
Come on in, Mac! We saved the star for you! Is that okay?
Are you kidding? Of course it's o… [Wilt picks him up] Whoa! [places the star on top of the tree]
[sets Mac back down] I'm sorry, but I'm so excited!
That's right! 'Cause tomorrow is our first Christmas with Mac and Bloo! This is gonna be the best Christmas ever!
Mr. Herriman
Oh, this is going to be the worst Christmas ever! Where is Miss Frances?
Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. H. I think she went out.
Mr. Herriman
Oh, for goodness sake! Probably out holiday shopping again I suppose! She's neglected to pay these utility bills on time just like she did last December! The world does not stop turning for the holidays you know! She should expect to find a good talking-to under the tree this year! Hmph!
Wow, I didn't know Mr. Herriman was such a Scrooge.
Oh, he's not so bad. He gets a little stressed, but every year he makes sure there's just enough money to get every friend in the house one whole Christmas present.
If you're just joining us, Frankie, Mr. Herriman and Bloo are all running for House President. And now, we're gonna watch the big candidate's debate.
Well, I've been caring for imaginary friends for a long time, and over the years I've learned a few things. I've spent the time to ask you what you want. You told me you wanted bedtime to be a half-hour later - YOU GOT IT! [crowd of imaginary friends cheers] You told me you want bigger dinner portions with vegetarian options - YOU GOT IT! [crowd cheers again] You told me you want the doorbell to play Camptown Ladies - YOU GOT IT! [crowd cheers again] I'm the candidate of the people! I care about this house! I care about your needs! Whatever you need to be happy, YOU GOT IT, YOU GOT IT, YOU GOT IT! [the crowd cheers again]
Okay, Mr. Herriman. Same question. What would you change?
Mr. Herriman
Not a thing! Everything is perfectly fine around here. [crowd is silent; someone coughs "Loser!"]
Alrighty. Bloo, how about you? If you were president, what would you change?
[after a long silence] Herriman smells like poo! [the crowd cheers again]
Mr. Herriman
But he's just mudslinging! [Bloo literally throws mud in his face] I should have seen that coming.
Mr. Herriman
Here you are, Master Wilt. Top stair, section 12. [Wilt steams up in irritation] Is there a problem?
[calmly] I was just thinking. You know how my head gets cut off in the picture each year?
Mr. Herriman
Yes.
I was thinking maybe, (this year,) if it's not too hard, [squats down] I could stand a little lower so that doesn't, you know, happen. If that's okay.
Mr. Herriman
You mean not stand with the other W's? No, no, no, no, no. Everyone must get things organized anyhoo. It's only one reason what needs to make another sense.
Then maybe I could have a chair.
Mr. Herriman
Master Wilt, I dare say, if you stand in a chair, we shall see less of you.
[Cut to Frankie, Mr. Herriman, and all the imaginary friends having a blast at the beach]
Man, it is gorgeous out. Not a cloud in the sky!
Mr. Herriman
Indeed. It is quite an impressive shade of blue. [sits up; realizing] (Oh, no!) We forgot Master Blooregard!
Pfft, no, we didn't. He totally ruined our day at the beach, so we left him behind on purpose. Remember?
Mr. Herriman
Oh, yes. Now I recall.
Relaxing without him, huh?
Mr. Herriman
[worried] Anyways, I need to consider what chaos he's trying to cause, all by himself.
[Back at Foster's; Bloo is lounging lazily on the couch, watching the weather channel]
WFWeather Forecaster
As a cold front sweeps in, you can expect showers in Spokane.
Showers in Spokane. Spo-Cahn.
WFWeather Forecaster
Temperatures are up there, and its hot in Topeka.
It's HOT in To-Pe-Ka. Its hot. Hot-hot. Hot-hot-hot. Hot. [breathes out] HOT. HOT. Hot-hot-hottot! It's hot in Topeka! Toe-peker. I'm a toe-pick. I'm a hot toe-picker! Pick my toe-IT'S HOT! Pick my hot toe, PICK IT! Topeka's hot, my toe is hot-pick it! It's hot in Topeka. It's hot. It's hot. It's hot. IT'S HOT IN, IT'S HOT IN, IT'S HOT IN TOPEKA!...Topeka.
[Everyone returns home, all banned from the beach by the governor due to Wilt involving an incident with jellyfish and sand]
Mr. Herriman
[enters the foyer, seeing Mac and Bloo cleaning the floor] I do say, Masters Mac and Blooregard. This is a pleasant surprise. Did you spend the entire day cleaning?
[dismissive] No. We did nothing all day. Nothing.
[angrily scolding Wilt as they enter] One day, Wilt! That's all I asked for. One day to relax and not worry about anything, and you ruined it!
[ashamed] I'm sorry, Frankie. I don't know what got into me.
I don't either. Now I wanna go back, try to clean all of that sand, and somehow find homes for all those jellyfish. [to all the other imaginary friends] You're all banned from the beach! That's what the governor said!
I'll punish myself now, if that's okay. [walks away, followed by the other imaginary friends]
[to Mac] I wish I could be you, Mac. No job, no responsibilities. [kneels down to him] You will never be a child again. Don't let it pass you by. [puts her hands on Mac's shoulders] All that matters is right here, right now. Take advantage of every precious moment. This is your favorite time to do the other very awesome things. [walks off]
[Mr. Herriman, Frankie, Goo, and all the other imaginary friends are shocked with horror at all the destroyed party decorations in the library by Mac]
I warned Bloo not to throw me a party! Every year, I tell him no more parties! But does he listen?! NO! HE NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER LISTENS!!! But he'll listen now! [laughs manically]
Mac, this party isn't for you.
[enters with Artie, blindfolded] Surpri-- [notices the wreckage] Whoa, what the heck happened in here?
[looks around, seeing everything is birthday-themed after Artie, and looks down at the squashed cake; shocked at realizing what he had done] I didn't…
AArtie
[heartbroken] I was four years old. [runs out of the library, sobbing]
I thought this was my party. [to Goo] You said you ruined the surprise.
I didn't. Artie saw me walking with my present for him.
Artie left, too, remember? He walked out the door.
And I didn't want to tell him about the curtains because then everyone would know I can sew.
IFImaginary Friend
You can? I can sure use me some pants.
Mr. Herriman
Master Mac, when you told me you hate parties, my chief concern was protecting this one from you. But I see now no party is safe from the likes of you. You will destroy each and every one, even if that means destroying lives in the process. [hops out of the library]
But… [attempts to stop him, but retracts]
[Everyone leaves the library, all disappointed with him while scolding him]
[annoyed] You es muy, muy meano.
[Coco squawks annoyingly at him]
[also annoyed] Maybe next time, you could talk about your problems, instead of taking them out on a little imaginary friend.
[also annoyed] Like I didn't have enough to clean.
How could you, Mac? He was four years old today! Four years old.
[sulking in shame] I thought it was my party.
[enraged at Lil' Lincoln] You didn't adopt out the friends. You sold them for profit! [raises her hands with money]
LLLil' Lincoln
Oh, boy. You just figured that out? That's right, toots, I sold them all. And with the scratch I clear, I thought I'd turn this dump into something nice, say, a casino!
I…I… You're nothing more than a con man, a crook! Mr. Herriman, do something!
Mr. Herriman
You're right. [hops away] I need to check and see if your hard-boiled eggs are done, Mr. President.
[threateningly] You won't get away with this! I am so telling my grandma!
This is all my fault. If I didn't bring them here, none of this would've ever happened. [sadly] I'm really sorry, guys.
Oh, it's okay, you couldn't have known. We've just got to figure a way out of here and stop the tyranny of Abraham Lincoln!
Mr. Herriman
We're never getting out of here! All the friends are gone, the madame is brainwashed, all hope is lost!
No! There is one who can save us!
Grandma, he's a crook! He locked us in the closet!
He sold all the imaginary friends to make money and he's gonna turn Foster's into a casino!
Mr. Herriman
He made me be his maid! [upset] Called me his First Lady.
Wherever do they get these imaginations? [chuckles] Is that the paperwork giving you control of everything, dear?
LLLil' Lincoln
Just a formality, my darling. Just scribble your nom de plume right there, and it's bon voyage.
[11:00 P.M. in the night; Bloo wakes up, seeing Wilt packing his things in a bindle and leaves the room]
[groggy] Wilt? [follows him downstairs to the foyer and sees him talking to someone mysterious on the telephone]
[on the telephone] Yeah, that's right. It's me. Bet you'd hoped to never hear from me again, didn't you? It's time we set things straight once and for all! Oh, really? Fine! Fine, then it's on! I'll see you in two days! You can count on it! [slams the phone on the receiver in anger]
[surprised to see Bloo has followed him] Oh! I'm sorry, Bloo. Did I wake you?
Well, yeah...But don't you worry about it. [slings his bindle over his back]
"Don't worry about-?" [walks down a few more stairs to better see what Wilt is doing] What do you mean? Where are you going?!
I did something terrible, and it's time I set things right. [closes the door behind him and leaves the house]
Something...terrible? [hangs his mouth open in shock]
[Next morning; Eduardo, Mac, Coco, Frankie, Bloo, Mr. Herriman, and Madame Foster are all in the room, investigating on what happened the previous night]
Huh. Now if that ain't the pot leadin' the horse to water.
Well, he couldn't have just left.
[opens up Wilt's locker] Look. His locker's empty.
And his toothbrush is gone.
[checking under the bunk beds where Wilt usually sleeps and finds nothing there] Coco coco co co!
Mr. Herriman
By Jove, he is gone.
No note? No letter? No nothing.
Oh, that's not like him at all.
[Back at Foster's… Eduardo is sadly playing with his Darbie dolls, quietly and alone in his room until a knock is heard on the door and he answers it, seeing everyone standing there and looking very ashamed]
Hey, Ed, we're really sorry about what happened earlier at the Swap Meet.
Seems we really lost our heads.
Mr. Herriman
Shameful business and all that... yes.
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