[Mac records the imaginary friends' interviews for adoption via camera]
Uh, hi. My name is, uh, Bloppy Pants and I like to get adopted.
CCy
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 is the problem. This party is unauthorized! And more importantly, it is interfering with my 23 hours of beauty sleep!
You may want to shoot for 24.
Ooh, you are going to get in big trouble for this.
Oh, you're just sore 'cause you didn't get invited.
Bloo, I hate to say it, I mean, I really hate to say it, but I think Icky Von Yuck-Yuck might be right.
You're taking sides with Blicky McBarf?
No, I just think Grossie Grossenstein has a point.
I am calling Madame Foster this instant. When she hears about this, your days in this house will be numbered.
Fine! Call her! See what I care! [snaps fingers]
See to it Old Ug-Mug doesn't get near a phone.
You're pushing your luck. And Mr. Herriman's gonna be back soon and-
I told you already, it's taken care of.
[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.
CCy
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.
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.
[over the speaker, which startled Frankie out of bed] Miss Frances. It's 7:15 A.M. You're late.
[In the hallways, Frankie is walking to every bedroom door and knocking, reminding all of the imaginary friends to wake up]
Rise and shine, Murphy and Durphy. Breakfast in 10. [closes the door and walks over to another bedroom door] Morning, Clambake, Cy, and Jimmy Shoes. Almost anther time for breakfast.
CCy
[inside of the bedroom] Uh, Frankie...
No worries. I hereby saw you running out last night. [throws a round roll of toilet paper in the room off-screen and closes the door]
[We now see the outside window views of Frankie walking to another door]
FNFlutter Nutter
[inside of the bedroom] Uh, Frankie...
[interrupts] Clean socks... Don't match. Told you I wouldn't forget. [closes the door, walks to and knocks on another, and wakes up another best friend of his favorite] Good morning, Jackie. Got your eyedrops.
[holding the tree bark piece] Please be alive, please be alive, please be alive, please be alive, please be alive, please be alive, please be alive!
CCy
Oh, here, I'll read it. It'll help me stay in character. [clears throat and reads] "Get away, you malo hunters! I no lead you to the unicorns! What? Who? No! You make un grande mistake! I am not this Samsquatch of which you speak! I never even heard of him! No, don't point that thing at me! AAH! I have been shot!" [Goo, Bloo, Wilt, and Coco all react in shock of horror, believing that Eduardo is dead] That's all there is. [Bloo starts sobbing hysterically; in Spanish] Lo siento, Azul.
Don't you dare speak Spanglish, you lousy imposter!
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