What? Why do they know we were coming?
The mighty eye of Foster sees all.
[as it starts to rain; to Mac & Bloo] I assume you didn't bring an umbrella.
Give 'em no mercy cause if Duchess returns, you ain't getting any from her.
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
[to Frankie] If it's not trouble, Frankie, can you forward my postcards to Bloo's new home after he gets adopted?
What? Where're you going?
Oh, you know, Singapore.
EEveryone
Singapore?!
Yeah, my favorite mom can't stand Duchess living next door to us anymore, so we're moving to Singapore. Didn't Terrence tell you?
[Everyone glares angrily at Terrence for not telling them about it]
Uh... um... As they say in Wisconsin: Sayonara! [dashes away]
Is this the flight to Europe?
TTicket Agent
Yes, it is. You just made it.
We made it! We made it!
TTicket Agent
Tickets?
I like to have them! [gets them out of his backpack but realizes they're not in there]
[Later, everyone returns home]
[annoyed] Grandma, we're home!
Oh, Master Mac. I'm upset by your careless behavior. My schedule is null and void.
Co! Coco coco co!
EEdurado
I es muy disappointed in you, Señor Mac.
Usually, I can forgive anything, but… [sniffs] I'm sorry. This is going to take me a while. Is that okay?
Real nice, Mac. Do you know how long I've been looking forward to this trip? I wouldn't give it up for the world. For the world.
But they were in my backpack, I swear.
[on the plane; revealing that she had all of Mac's tickets] Oh, I got everything I needed out of that hug. [laughs]
EEurotrish
I'm going home.
[During the credits; Eurotrish returns home to Europe and arrives at creator's house, singing a warm welcome]
ESEurotrish's Creator
Stop with the singing, stop with the singing! Why do you think we sent you away in the first place?
EEurotrish
[singing] I'm going to America.
[lecturing Mac and Bloo about Goo] And whenever she comes to Foster's she comes completely overstimulated and thinks and creates and imagines willy nilly.
WNWilly Nilly
No, see, my creator's name was Kevin.
No one asked you, Master Willy.
You guys, what happened?
We had to sleep in the bus. That's what happened.
Oh, 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--
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]
Maybe I should tell him.
Tell me what?
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?
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.]
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.
What am I gonna make out of all of this?
Well, my dear, it looks like there's just enough here to make it.
[puzzled] IT?! But, Grandma, you know I've never been able to make it. I can never get it right.
Nonsense, girl! You're a Foster, and Foster women have been making it for generations.
But…
[interrupting] No buts!
[to Bloo] No? Well he should have. You're the one who ruined his carrot roast with your giant metal ball, not me, no, I'm going to miss suffer!
[gasps] You took my fleas?! Oh, you big meanies!
No, but I wish we did. Man, I want fleas so bad!
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!
YOU HAVE NO CHOICE!
They're my friends!
SO ARE WE!
They can talk?
They're not real fleas! They're imaginary! And they've taken over Mr. Herriman!
[with ticks all over his body] Look at me! I got new fleas and they're bigger than yours! They are super fleas.
Bloo, those are ticks. They suck out your blood.
Yeah, ri-- [faints]
[Christmas Eve; Mac arrives at Foster's where all the imaginary friends are decorating for Christmas]
Merry Christmas Eve!
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]
EEveryone
Yay!
[sets Mac back down] I'm sorry, but I'm so excited!
Coco! Coco! Coco! Co!
That's right! 'Cause tomorrow is our first Christmas with Mac and Bloo! This is gonna be the best Christmas ever!
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.
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.
All Santas please follow the signs to Mr. Herriman's office to fill out your paperwork! Single file, please! Single file… [shouting in annoyance] I SAID, SINGLE FILE!!! [politely] Thank you! [sighs] Every dang year. I tell ya. [turns to Mac] Hey, Mac. Merry Christmas… Eve.
[speechless at what he saw] Wha…? How? Were those all…?
Yep. Imaginary Santas. Kids get so excited about Christmas, tons of these guys get imagined. It happens every year.
So, none of these guys were the real Santa?
Pfft. As much as my Great Aunt Fanny.
Well, what does that mean?
Oh, nothing. Listen, Mac, if you see the real Santa Claus, tell him I want magical self-cleaning toilets for Christmas. [leaves by giving Mac a double-thumbs up and a wink]
There's no Santa. Eh... No Santa. [lays on his side] Eh... No Santa. [shivers]
This is a travesty! This is the most catastrophic, cataclysmic, cata... cata... cata-awful occurrence this world has ever known! Do you realize what this means?!
It means that everything in the world is a lie! [sobs]
Um, no! It means I get one crummy gift this year! And you know it's gonna be lame because it's from Herriman! He's probably gonna get me socks! Socks, Mac. SOCKS! No! No! I refuse to accept it. Santa's real! Real I tell you!
Just think about it. Nothing about Santa makes any logical sense. Man, I'm so stupid! I actually believed that a huge fat guy can get his big behind down a chimney. I totally bought at someone could miraculously travel around the world in just one night. I mean, geez! That's just so totally bogus! Even with magic deer! And as such a total bonehead, I completely fell for it that someone that lives in the North Pole has some resources to manufacture and produce brand name toys. And not get his jolly red suit... [Bloo slaps him] Ow!
[shakes Mac] Get a hold of yourself! I'm not going to give up Santa without a fight! And neither will you! [continuously shakes Mac] Do you hear me?!
[feeling dizzy] Yes, just stop shaking me!
[drops Mac] Come on. We're going to conduct a few experiments.
[Mac walks with dizziness]
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