[opens the front door with grocery bags; looks at all the broken furniture]
Mac, Bloo!
Mac Mom, it's what you--
Yeah, Terrence! He was throwing--
[pretending to be whiny]
Mommy, Mommy! Mac and Bloo are being mean to me! [grabs his mother around her waist] I was being a good boy looking after my sweet, little brother when all of a sudden his crazy, imaginary friend Bloo went insane and started to tear the house apart! I tried to stop him but when Mac joined in they started beating on me! If it wasn't for you coming home there's no telling what they would have done to me! Oh, thank you for saving me, Mommy!
Mac [angrily annoyed]
What?!
That is so not what happened! Terrence--
Is the oldest and is in charge of this house when I'm not at home.
And I expect him to act like the oldest and set a good example by telling the truth.
But, Mommy, I was telling--
Terrence, you expect me to believe that a 13-year-old boy was overpowered by his 8-year-old brother and his cute little imaginary friend?
Mac And Bloo's spineless.
[sighs]
Terrence, I've had a long day, and I'm too tired to deal with your made-up sob stories. Just go to your room. [Terrence obeys annoyingly while Mac and Bloo laugh and tease at him] Mac, Bloo, that's enough.
Mac But--
Is not the only one at fault here. I'm fed up with the three of you always fighting. We need to talk.
Okay, sure. Come on, Mac.
No, Bloo. I need to talk to Mac...alone.
It's okay, Mac, I'll be right here, I'm not going anywhere.
[Mac walks sadly to his bedroom, his mother closes the door behind them as Bloo's happy look changes to a sad one; Mac and his mother sit on his bunk bed having a talk]
Mac, now you know how tired I am of you three fighting.
Mac But it was Terrence. He always picks on me and treats me like a baby.
And why do you think he does that?
Mac ’Cause he's a jerk?
Well, yes, but, can you think of any other reasons?
Mac Uhh...
Mac Bloo? Why?
Because, Mac, you're 8-years-old, and you still have your imaginary friend.
Mac So what? Lots of kids have their own imaginary friends. You see them every day on the streets, or in the stores. You even had one when you were little.
Yes, when I was little, but by the time when I was your age, I didn't need my imaginary friend anymore.
Mac What are you saying?
[Bloo hears and listens through the door]
I think it's time you got rid of Bloo.
Mac WHAT?!?
I'm sorry, Mac, I just think it's time. You need to grow up and be a big boy, and say goodbye to Bloo.
Mac But, Mom, it's not fair! We're best friends. We'll be good. I-I-I'll keep him locked in my room! M-Mom, PLEASE!
Mac, no, stop it. This isn't about you promising to be good or keeping Bloo locked up. The fact is, you're a big boy now, and you’re too old for him.
Mac But--
My decision is final. You have got to get rid of Bloo. I'm sorry, Mac. [opens the door and leaves as Bloo falls on the floor looking completely shocked] Oh, sorry, Bloo.
[shoots a spitwad at Bloo in the eye and snickers maliciously]
Hasta la bye-bye.
You... Bloofus! Heh ha heh ha!
[stops running for what he heard in anger]
Bloofus?! Bloofus?
Mac His name is Blooregard Q. Kazoo, and you know it, Terrence!
Right, right, or Blooey, Bloo the Blue Dude, El Blooderino, or hey, how 'bout just Bloo? Heh! But come on, man, Bloofus? Heh! How stupid can you get?
Look, no STUPID imaginary friend of my STUPID little brother is gonna tell me how STUPID I am, cause I know just how STUPID I-- [sees Mac and Bloo are about to burst out laughing] SHUT UP!
[Mac and Bloo walk down the sidewalk toward the Foster house in front of the gates]
This is the place I was telling you about. Pretty cool, huh?
Mac I...I don’t know, Bloo. Are you sure?
[pushes the gates open]
Totally! [starts walking towards the house] The commercial said it was some fantastical, magical place for imaginary friends who need a place to crash, hang out, and do stuff. It's gonna be great!
Mac, Bloo, Foster’s is a "foster" home. It's not a boarding house. If you leave Bloo here, you can't come see him, because he won't be yours anymore.
Mac What?
He will be put up for adoption, like everybody else here.
[horrified shock]
ADOPTION?!
Yeah. For one reason or another, we've all been given up by our creators, and as much as we all love living here, what we really want is to be adopted by a new kid who needs an imaginary friend.
Well then, forget it. As cool as this place is, adoption's not an option. Come on, Mac, let's go.
Mac Wait.
What?! Come on, Mac, adoption?
Mac I know, but what else can I do? Mom said.
Mac But don't worry, I'm not giving you up. Just stay here until I can think of a better idea. If I come back tomorrow-
He's still yours, but if a kid shows up and wants him, and you're not here, he will be adopted.
Mac Okay.
Mac Don't worry, I will be here. [Bloo holds his arms out for a hug] A hug? I umm...I got these uhh, Sorry. [leaves] I'll be back. I promise!
[In Mr. Herriman’s office, he gives the millionaire family a form to sign and adopt Duchess]
Very well, if you just sign here, Duchess will be all yours.
Yes, indeed. For you making a very wise investment. As I am a work of art.
[Frankie sticks her tongue out; the daughter kicks doors open, still holding Bloo]
Hello, sweetums, here’s your new imaginary friend.
[Duchess smiles at the daughter to impress her] [off-screen]
Eww, she's ugly I hate her! [her sudden reaction to Duchess not only surprised Duchess, but also made Frankie try to stifle laugh] I want this one!
[comes in the office]
Yeah, yeah, he smells, really, really bad. Whooh, he's a stinky, stinky man. [grabs Bloo and smells him] Peeehhhh-yew. [to Bloo] I'm so sorry.
Nuh-uh! [grabs Bloo and sniffs him] Tiffany smells nice!
Thank you, but, but I'm a vicious monster!
Sí, vamos chica, vamos, he loco. [Eduardo acted as he let go of Bloo for him to bring out his teeth and claws as he lathed onto his upper-arm. But Eduardo wasn't hurt because of his thick fur and because he would be in a lot worse pain if Bloo was actually trying to hurt him] Help me, help me I am being attacked by a vicious monstro!
[with his teeth still biting Eduardo]
Rawwwr. Rawwr.
Look, stupid, you call this vicious?
Cocococococo. Co cocococo cococococo coco co cococo co co. Cococo cococo co CO CO!!
[not understanding Coco]
What? No, I don't want any cocoa, I just want my Tiffany.
A All
[get on their knees and start begging the girl to take one of them]
No, take me! / Take me, take me!
No. [to Wilt] You're broken. [to Eduardo] You're a chicken, [to Coco] and you’re uh- a crazy chicken! I want this one.
A All
[losing Bloo sadly]
Noooooooo!!!
Okay, guys, that's enough. I'm really sorry. I know you all wanna help but this little girl here really wants Tiff- I mean Bloo and..
Then I guess it's true. Mac doesn't want me after all.
Mac [off-screen]
Shut up. [in front of the doors] Don’t want you? What, are you crazy!
[impressingly surprised]
Well, what do you know?
Mac [burst in through the doors]
BLOO!
[bursts out crying]
BEEN ADOPTED!!!
Mac Yeah, yeah, I know, who cares? Now-
Mac! You-You heartless jerk! Sorry, sorry. NO I'M NOT SORRY! Is that okay, that I'm not sorry?
Mac It's fine. Now look, we gotta try and get him back 'cause--
[angrily interrupts squawking]
Co co cococococo. CO- CO. Coco coco co!
Coo Co! Cocococococo. Coco coco coco. Cocococococococo coco coco co Coco co co. Coo Co! [short pause] COCO!
Mac I assume that had something to do with "If you gotta show up late, you have to accept the consequences and you friend may have been adopted and you can't get him back and responsibility and bla bla bla bla bla.” But that's just it! I'm late because the kid that adopted Bloo is a total jerk, ‘cause-
[comes out of his office]
Master Mac! The young man who adopted Bloo, is by no means a jerk. Ahem, excuse me, a juvenile delinquent. He was, in fact, one of the most well behaved children, I have ever had the pleasure dealing with. And furthermore, if you're going to come in late, you must accept that--
We've already been through that.
And Master Mac understood her?
Well, yeah, he is a smart kid.
Sí, he create Bloo. He has good head on shoulders.
Most impressive. I guess the child is quite bright.
Mac YES! Fine, we got it, I'm a super smart kid, okay? Great! But there’s one thing I can't figure out. I know for a fact that Bloo was not adopted by a nice kid, but instead he was adopted by my horrible older brother, Terrence, who locked me in a closet all day, so he can come here and get Bloo. The problem is, Terrence is stupid. Not just "stupid stupid", but really stupid. He'd never be able to devise a plan like this, so he must be working with somebody. Somebody who could and would wanna get rid of Bloo once and for all. B-b-but what I can't figure out is who. Who would wanna get rid of Bloo?
[Everyone stands in front of the open, empty Extremeasaur cage]
DUCHESS!!!!!!
