[Mac records the imaginary friends' interviews for adoption via camera]
BPBloppy Pants
Uh, hi. My name is, uh, Bloppy Pants and I like to get adopted.
My favorite color is pink.
RRRed Rusher
I like living on the edge! Fast cars and motorcycles! Yeah!
SSassyfrass
My likes are walks on the beach, dancing, new experiences, the outdoors.
I'm not great. You can adopt one of the other awesome friends here.
SJSunset Junction
My--my dislikes are rude people and broccoli.
Coco coco coco coco coco coco co! [kicks the camera]
SLSally Linda
I'm looking for someone who's rich and good-looking and in really great shape.
SMSloppy Moe
No losers, please.
[screams] What is that?! Get away, get away! It steal my soul.
JJambalaya
I just want to love. [Bloo laughs]
Bloo, stop it. You're making everyone look dumb.
Hey, they don't need my favorite help in that department.
That's it! [throws drumsticks] There aren't going to be any shark uniforms, instrument changes, cats, or anything like that! We are "Pizza party!"
Right right. We are Pizza Party. And...?
No, Bloo, we are! And Bloppy Pants is our singer!
BPBloppy Pants
Um...yeah. I'm...I'm...I'm- I'm the singer. Sorry, Bloo. [Walks away to the Pizza Party]
BPBloppy Pants
You...Um...[whispering] not part of the um... uh-band.
BPBloppy Pants
[talking normally] Well, i-i-it's just because... well...
YOU RUINED EVERYTHING! [covers his mouth] Oops!
Ruin everything?! Whaaaa!? but-
No buts, Bloo. We're sorry, but you are out.
BPBloppy Pants
Actually, um... You never quite were [clears throat] in.
I- Well, that's the other manner all of you feel?
FBFluffer, Billy, and Yogi
YES!
Fine! [knocks down the microphone on his favorite side out] I didn't want to be in your crummy band anyhow! [slams the door and sits outside]
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Today's not Sunday, but friends from all over the house have joined together for the first-ever Foster's Dare Cup Tournament! They will endure intense physical trials, face life-changing humiliation…and maybe eat a worm. All for the chance of winning the title "Ultimate Dare Master!" Let the dares begin! Round 1 – Bloopy Pants VS. Preparation Ape. Dare!
PAPreparation Ape
Punch a friend in the butt.
[Bloopy Pants sneaks up behind Frankie while she's washing dishes, punches her in the buttocks and dashes away]
BPBloppy Pants
Lay out by the pool without (wearing) sunblock.
[Preparation Ape is laying outside by the pool on a beach chair, in pain; gives in by squirting loads of sunblock on himself]
Winner: Bloppy Pants. Round 2 – Bloo VS. Rodney Squiddlebeak. Dare!
RRodney
Handlebar mustache draw!
[Bloo successfully draws a handlebar mustache on his face with a marker]
Braid Creaky Pete's beard!
[Rodney tries to braid Creaky Pete's beard, but fails when a swarm of bats fly out]
Winner: Bloo. Round 3 – Mac VS. Yogi Boo Boo. Players, to the ready. Dare!
Mac, I dare you to… [thinking] Eh, to…
BBoomer
Give him a mohawk.
Make him admit he loves someone.
Make it Frankie. Mac loves Frankie. He’ll never be able to do that one.
He's had a crush on her like forever.
Nuh-uh! I do not! Everyone loves me like a dear little brother more than Mac.
[Bloo enters the foyer, meeting Mac and Frankie reading a load of letters from all the adopted imaginary friends]
[satisfied] Best Adopt-a-Thought Saturday ever, if I do say so myself. Listen to this. [reads some letters] "I couldn't be happier." And this! [reads another] "I love my new family." [and another] "I have found paradise on Earth. Thank you, Foster's."
Here's one from eight-armed Evan. [reading] "I'm writing to seven of my little boy's pen pals while I write this note to you. I have never felt more fulfilled."
Here's one from… Cheese? [reading] "Dear Voice man, please send me the thing you showed me on the TV. Here is my $8.95." [pennies fall out; annoyed] "In pennies."
Here's a postcard from Sam Burger. [reading] "Dear Foster's, things are great. My new friend…"
[voiceover] …Ronald is great! And boy, is he generous. Ronald has paid for both of us to go on a world cruise.
Here's a short note from Bloppy Pants! [reading] "I have never been surrounded by so much love." [touched] Aww, isn't that sweet?
[Bloppy Pants has been adopted by a stereotypical Italian family at his new home while having dinner]
IBItalian Brother
[places his elbow on Bloppy Pants' head] Hey, bro, pass the sauce.
BPBloppy Pants
[uncomfortably] Well, I'm not sure that I can reach--
IMItalian Mother
[grabs him by the cheeks] My sweet baby boy! Have another helping of brisket. You want to grow up big and strong like your brothers, don't you?
BPBloppy Pants
[blushing] Well, I… [a piece of brisket lands on his plate; whimpers uncomfortably as he sinks]
[Back at Foster's; Mac, Bloo, and Frankie approach a heartbroken Fluffer Nutter sitting on the stairway]
Hey, Fluffer Nutter. What's going on with Jackie?
He's fine! [crumples up the letter] He's very, very happy! [throws the crumpled-up letter at Mac, hitting him in the forehead, and runs off, bawling]
[picks up and unfolds the crumpled letter; reading] "Yo, Foster's. Hope there ain't no hard feelings for dropping y'all a line sooner…"
[Fade to Jackie's new home]
[voiceover] …but I didn't want to rub your poor, pitiful noses in my good luck. But what can I say? My new crib has got it going on. It's loaded with tons of pricey toys. Got my new old lady eating out of the palm of my hand. And speaking of eating, how's about a 24-hour all-access pass to the family fridge? Boo-yah! I ain't met the kid that I'm supposed to hang with yet, but Tabby comes home from the hospital later today. I'll have her in my pocket by dinner time.
[Back at Foster's…]
[finishing up reading] "Which reminds me, it's time for my mid-morning sandwich. Peace out, Jackie K."
[Fluffer Nutter wails off-screen]
TMTelegram Man
[as Frankie answers the door] Telegram for Foster from Mr. Soppy Plants.
Oh, do you mean Bloppy Pants?
TMTelegram Man
Look, lady, they pay me to deliver 'em, okay? Reading 'em right, that's your business. Now, are you Foster or what?
[takes the telegram] Yeah, I'm Foster. [closes the door, then looks at the telegram] This is strange.
[reading] "Family life didn't suit me. Have landed in a quiet college town and decided to go back to school."
[barges into the house with more letters] Everybody, stop what you're doing! We've got updates! [Flutter Nutter, Madame Foster, and Bloo run up to her] Another video from Jackie. [gives it to Fluffer Nutter] A message in a bottle from Sam Burger. [gives it to her grandma] And a piece of tree bark from Ed. [gives it to Bloo, then gives the rest of the letters to Mr. Herriman] Here, you handle the rest.
[finds another telegram from Bloppy Pants] Another missive from Master Bloppy Pants? [clears throat and reads] "Have gone back to my first love, cooking."
[Cut to a diner at night where Bloppy Pants is working as a chef as the waitress gives him meal orders]
WWaitress
One BLT, stack of ramana, hockey puck with frog sticks on the side, bloodhounds in the hay, and a cup of mud.
BPBloppy Pants
Cup of mud? Who would want to drink a c-c-c… and what the heck are frog sticks? [notices the stove on fire; panicking] Oh, dear, oh, my. I… [bashes the spatula to put out the fire but the flame gets bigger; freaking out] Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, my, oh, my, oh, dear! [grabs a fire extinguisher and puts out the fire]
WWaitress
Yeah, I need a radio sandwich with love apples.
BPBloppy Pants
[losing it] WHAT?!
[Bloppy Pants crashes a trailer truck into the foyer and jumps out]
[shocked] Master Bloppy Pants?! What have you done?!
BPBloppy Pants
Only thing I could do! Had to escape the horrors of the outside world! COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! [opens up the back doors of the truck, revealing all the recently adopted imaginary friends] So I went and saved the others and brought us all back to Foster's.
[hugs Jackie as he hops out; happily] Jackie!
[The other imaginary friends hop out of the truck and enter the house]
IFImaginary Friend Crayon
I was actually quite happy in my new home.
EEveryone
[surprised as Sam Burger hops out] Sam Burger?!
[puzzled] But how did you-- how could you-- who am I?
That Bloppy Pants is a miracle worker.
EEveryone
[as Eduardo is the last to hop out of the truck; happily] Eduardo!
[surprised] But, but… we thought you were shot!
Sí. I was shot. [takes out a magazine with him on the cover] With a telephoto lens. The hunters turned out to be reporters looking for Samsquatch, or Bigfoot. Then they got a good look at me, and start calling me "big butt" instead. I no can stay Ezzie anymore. Her papa no like the paparazzi. Be honest, does this photo make my heinie look muy grande?
It's good to have you home, Ed.
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