# Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (season 6)

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Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (2004–2009) is an American animated television series created by Craig McCracken for Cartoon Network. The series revolve around Mac and Bloo as they interact with other imaginary friends and house staff and live out their day-to-day adventures, often getting caught up in various predicaments.

### Jackie Khones and the Case of the Overdue Library Crook [6.01]

    [Flashback to Mac walking along the street]
    Mac: [voiceover] I was walking along, laying low like you said, and that's when I started seeing them. [hears a bicycle bell ring and turns to see two librarians riding on a bicycle, pedaling towards him] LIBRARIANS! THEY WERE EVERYWHERE! That's when I ran! I ran as fast as I could, I never stopped! I don't even know how I made it here, what beasts! It was horrible! If they had caught me, I would've been– I would've been– who knows what would have happened?!

### Mondo Coco [6.02]

    Frankie: [annoyingly walks over to Coco, hugging her mop] Coco! How many do I have to tell you, my mop does not want to go out with you! Shoo! Shoo!
    Mac: No fair, you can't load your squirt gun with mud!
    Bloo: Sorry, Mac! You've shouldn't have brought a water pistol to a mud fight! [gets some mud thrown at his face]
    Mac: Mud grenade!
    [They laugh while throwing mud at each other, back and forth]
    Frankie: CEASE FIRE! [gets her face covered in mud; steaming up angrily] That's it. [grabs her mop, lets out a battle cry, and chases them around the foyer]

### Pranks for Nothing [6.03]

    Mr. Herriman: YOU!
    Bloo: Me?!
    Mr. Herriman: I should have known you would have been up no good, Master Blooregard!
    Bloo: Me?! But it was all them! They pulled a PRANK ON ME! I'm totally innocent!
    [Points at Wilt, Eduardo and Coco looked tired while watching TV]
    Mr. Herriman: Oh please Master Blooregard, these three never do anything wrong unless you make them. [faces Bloo] You expect me to believe THEY'RE the cause of all this?!
    [Cut to Wilt, Eduardo and Coco looked tired while watching TV]
    Bloo: Yes! I didn't do anything! I'm totally innocent!
    [Door knocks and Mr. Herriman opens it to a room service for Bloo]
    Servicer: Room service for, uh, Bloo?
    Mr. Herriman: THAT DOES IT! [takes Bloo to somewhere] I am putting you someplace where you can cause no more tomfoolery!
    Bloo: You got it all wrong! It was them... them I'm telling you! they pranked me with the door and the bucket! You're letting them getting away from it! I'm innocent, innocent I tell you!

### Bloo Tube [6.04]

    Mac: [laughs after seeing this on ViewTube] Hahaha. Works every time.
    Frankie: Come on, Mac, let's go.
    Mac: See you later, Bloo. Light off, right?
    Bloo: Ow.
    Everybody: Water Park! WOO!

### Race for Your Life, Mac and Bloo [6.05]

    Bloo: Excuse me, could you tell me how to get to Foster's?
    Old Man: What's that?
    Bloo: Foster's! I need to get to Foster's!
    Old Man: Flatsberg's, ya say?
    Bloo: [getting annoyed] Foster's! Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends!
    Old Man: Flatsberg's Cone for Mackinary Hens?
    Bloo: Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends!
    Old Man: Flatsberg's Gnome Floor in Mackin' Harry's Pants?!
    Bloo: Foster's… Home… For… Imaginary… Friends!
    Old Man: Flatsberg's Foamy Foreign Asian Gary's Plans??!
    Bloo: Foster's.
    Old Man: Flatsberg's.
    Bloo: Home!
    Old Man: Dome!
    Bloo: For!
    Old Man: Wharf!
    Bloo: Imaginary!
    Old Man: Engaged Blueberry!
    Bloo: FRIENDS!
    Old Man: Soup!
    [Bloo screams in frustration and walks away]
    Old Man: Ahh yourself.
    Mac: Lousy conscience. I'm never gonna win the race with these annoying morals. How can I be faster without cheating? [looks up at a blast off energy drink billboard] Sweet! [gets an energy drink can from the vending machine and drinks the whole thing] Huh. That's weird. Normally, sugar makes me… [starts going cuckoo bananas] Uh-oh. I immediately regret this decision!

### Destination: Imagination [6.06-6.08]

    Bloo: [after throwing Lego-like bricks at the police] These people wobble but they don't fall down!
    [On a rainy night, a family couple carries a yellow toy chest with chains around it and put it in the car trunk and hug afterwards]
    Little Boy: Mommy? Daddy?
    Little Boy's Mother: [picks him up and hugs him] It's okay, sweetie. You're safe now.
    Little Boy's Father: I'm taking it to a place where it can't keep you away from us anymore. Everything's going to be all right.
    Mr. Herriman: [over the speaker, which startled Frankie out of bed] Miss Frances. It's 6:33 A.M. You're late.
    [In the hallways, Frankie is walking to every bedroom door and knocking, reminding imaginary friends to wake up]
    Frankie: 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 time for breakfast.
    Cy: [inside of the bedroom] Uh, Frankie...
    Frankie: No worries. Saw you ran out last night. [throws a 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]
    Flutter Nutter: [inside of the bedroom] Uh, Frankie...
    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 friend] Good morning, Jackie. Got your eyedrops.
    Mr. Herriman: [notices the chained-up toy chest sitting in front of the door after Frankie tripped on it] What's this?
    Frankie: I don't know. Someone just left it here.
    Mr. Herriman: [reads the note] "Imaginary friend inside: Do not open."
    Frankie: What?! Who would lock a friend in a trunk? How awful!
    Mr. Herriman: [clicks tongue] Miss Frances, that sign is an explicit instruction.
    Frankie: So?
    Mr. Herriman: Must I remind you what we do with explicit instructions, young lady?
    Wilt: I'm sorry, but that is one deep toy chest.
    World: [as purple puppy] But I don't understand. You ate my crumpets!
    Mac: No. I only pretended too. Because there's one thing you don't know about me. I'm...not allowed...to eat...sugar!
    Mac: Bloo, there is no king, cop, hero, or puppy. There's just one face, and it takes over different bodies.
    World: That's right. I'm everything, I'm everywhere, I'm everyone.
    Mac: No, you're not. You're just one guy, and you're the only guy who can be at one place at one thing at one time.
    Everyone: But Frankie, we need you!
    [Then they will plead Frankie to come with them, as they remind her of the stuff she did for them]
    Eduardo: Sí. And I is miss how you sew my beanie baggie when they rip- so the beanies they don't fall out of the baggie!
    Wilt: I'm sorry, but I miss how you pump my basketballs so they were always just right!
    Mac: I missed how you helped with my homework! Even if it's like a really long math problem!
    Coco: Cococococococococococo!
    Bloo: Besides, who's gonna make us Frankie Foster's famous flinginberry butter-drenched toast?!
    Frankie: [realizes; misunderstanding] Oh, I get it. You didn't come to rescue me 'cause you missed me. You missed all the stuff I used to do for you!
    Mac: What? No, we-
    Frankie: Well, you can forget it! I'm sick of taking care of everyone and everything and never getting a word of thanks, an ounce of help, or a tiny LITTLE SMIDGEN OF RESPECT! [she walks to the door] You guys are just like Mr. Herriman! I'm just a servant to you! Well, guess what?! In this world, I'm the one who's taken care of, [sheds into angry tears] and THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT! [angrily slams the door behind her as she leaves]
    Mac: No! Frankie, wait! [starts to go after her, but as he opens the door, someone blocks his way, it's World, possessing a sorcerer body]
    World: [infuriated] Nobody upsets my Princess Frankie! [points his staff at the gang with unconscious gas] You never should've come here! Now get ready to say goodbye to your Frankie FOREVER!
    Mac: You guys, what about Frankie?
    Wilt: [squats down] I'm sorry, Mac, but we're just gonna have to face the facts. Frankie doesn't want to come back to Foster's. [stands back up on his feet; sadly] I guess she doesn't wanna take care of us anymore. [leaves the attic]
    [Mac sits down, sad and alone]
    Mr. Herriman: I assure you, I shall tend to your requests once I complete mopping this- Doh! [many imaginary friends walk by, making the floor dirty again] It's ruined! Oh, very well. I shall simply begin again.
    Jackie: No more moping, 'til I get my sandwich!
    Belly Bob Norton: I want clean underwear!
    [Mr. Herriman tries to get the mop back, but the imaginary friends kept passing the mop over and over again, until they talk about their problem, as he starts getting really enraged, his monocle cracks]
    Mr. Herriman: ENOUGH! I'm sick of taking care of everyone and everything and never getting a word of thanks, an ounce of help, or a tiny LITTLE SMIDGEN OF RESPECT! [all the imaginary friends are completely shocked to hear him say that; calmly] That's Miss Francis' job. [then furious] And I'm going to have to demand that she take it back! Now, where is that lazy girl?! [hops away, as Jackie made a mop into a sandwich and eats it]
    Jackie: Mmm. Not bad.
    Frankie: [picks up the paper airplane and finds the shrunken gang in it] Guys? What happened to you? [the shrunken gang tell her what happened with their high-pitched voices] He did what?!
    [The room starts to shake and Frankie turns to an enraged World]
    World: [infuriated] I bet you're gonna take it back now, aren't you?
    Frankie: Take what back?
    World: That you're never gonna leave me alone. You were mad at me because I did something bad. But I didn't! Your friends are just trying to take you away from me! Just like them.
    Frankie: "Them?" Them who?
    World: They took him away from me and left me here all alone.
    Frankie: Your kid's parents.
    World: And now you're gonna leave too! I know it!
    Frankie: No, I'm not.
    World: LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE!!!
    Mr. Herriman: Aha! There you are, Miss Francis!
    Frankie: Mr. Herri-
    Mr. Herriman: [stops her from talking] Now, where is this toy chest friend? [hops angrily over to World] You, young man, are a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad boy! Luring a naive young woman to this silly little imaginary world and keeping her from her duties! Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shame on you! Now, I'm taking Miss Frances and those unsupported whimper-snappers over here back to their rightful home! And you, young man, you are going to stay here in this toy chest, alone! And think long and hard about what you have done! [pushing Frankie and the others away]
    Frankie: Ow, ow, ow! Mr. Herriman. You have no idea, what you just did-
    Mr. Herriman: I know very well what I'm doing, young lady.
    World: [becomes incredibly enraged with hatred as his castle melts] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME! YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! GIVE HER TO ME! GIVE HER TO ME! NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! FRANKIE IS MINE! MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE!
    Mr. Herriman: Good heavens! What's happening?!
    Bloo: YOU PEEVED HIM OFF, THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING!
    [World's castle is about to fall down, lava erupts, Frankie and the others escape to World's Imagination]
    World: NO! NO! GIVE HER BACK TO ME!
    [They continue to run as they go across obstacles and they fall across, and they run as the ground shatters, and they continue to run as the world begins to go out of control]
    World: NOOOOOOOOOO! [turns background into shapes and nightmares] SHE HAS TO STAY! WITHOUT HER MY WORLD IS EMPTY! AND I'M NOTHING!
    [Then the world turns into a white void while the others running]
    Bloo: Good grief! Are we even getting anywhere?!
    Mac: I don't know! Just keep running!
    Eduardo: Look!
    [They spot a scribbled tree in the distance]
    Frankie: Yes! This is the tree I wrote on when I first got here! That means the entrance is...[points the entrance where Frankie was fallen]
    All: Up there!
    Mr. Herriman: [looks at the tree, reading what Frankie wrote; offended] Well, I never!
    Frankie: Oh, yes you have!
    Eduardo: Ay-Yi-Yi! Why do I always have to be on the bottom?!
    [Frankie and the others are climbing to reach the entrance]
    Mac: Just a little higher...
    Frankie: We're gonna make it! We're gonna make it!
    World: [echoing] NO! YOU CAN'T TAKE HER! I WON'T LET YOU!
    [Then the shaking causes the gang to fall off and the stuff blows away as Mac and the others try to hold on until it stops]
    Frankie: Is everybody okay?
    Eduardo: [Screams]
    Frankie: Did you hurt yourself?!
    Eduardo: [Screams]
    Mac: Did you break something?!
    Eduardo: [Screams]
    Bloo: Is it your arm?!
    Eduardo: [Screams]
    Wilt: Is it your leg?!
    Eduardo: [Screams]
    Coco: Cocococo?!
    Eduardo: [Screams]
    Mr. Herriman: Oh, for goodness sake! What is it?!
    [World, possessing a dragon-like monster toy body appears behind them and roars in fury]
    Mr. Herriman: Master Mac! [picks him up and shakes him frantically] Where is Miss Frances?!
    Mac: SHE'S STILL IN THERE! HE ATE HER!
    Mr. Herriman: Miss Frances, I've known you since you were a little girl. And as I watch you grow, I've been absolutely amazed by your lack of maturity, your laziness, and your lack of judgment.
    Frankie: Good grief, this again?!
    Mr. Herriman: [continues talking] And all that time, I was wrong. If Miss Frances thinks allowing the imaginary friend into the house is a good idea, I trust her judgment. [smiles as Mac and the others react in shock] I SAID MOVE IT!
    Bloo: [getting brown pain on his right shoulder while painting the sign with Wilt] Watch it, will ya? You're getting paint all over me! Explain to me again, why are we painting the house?
    Wilt: Because of the new Fair Chore Act decreed by Mr. Herriman, remember? The whole house voted and unanimously agreed that Frankie needed some help. We all signed it.
    Bloo: Oh, yeah! That was dumb of us.
    [During the end credits, Madame Foster enters the foyer, returning home from her vacation]
    Madame Foster: Hello! I'm back from my vacation! [opens her eyes and looks around, seeing the entire house completely empty] Hello? Where is everyone?

### The Bloo Superdude and the Great Creator of Everything's Awesome Ceremony of Fun That He's Not Invited To [6.09]

    Bloo: Hey, leave that alone!
    [Frankie's goons are using Bloo Superdude's armor]
    Bloo: You! Put that down! It's not under warranty anymore! [Frankie stirs the potion] Why can't you just let make presence known "The Great Creator of Everything?" He'll be expecting me. Pretty please? With sugar on top?
    Frankie: Sugar on top? Okay! [Frankie drips the sugar on the poison]
    Bloo: What is that?

### Bad Dare Day [6.10]

    [Wilt dares Bloo to unplug the TV in the rec room, but as he pulls out the TV's plug from the outlet, indistinct complaining from Fluffer Nutter, Sunset Junction, and Boomer are heard, and they arise in front of the TV, glaring mad at him]
    Fluffer Nutter: What the heck?! We've been playing that game for nine hours!
    Bloo: Uh… [runs down the halls as they chase him] Wilt dared me to do it! WILT DARED ME TO DO IT! [hides behind Wilt's tall legs]
    Fluffer Nutter: Oh, he did, did he? Well, Wilt, I dare you to.... eat Jackie's sandwich!
    [Boomer faints]
    [Jackie Khones enters the foyer, eating his sandwich, revealing that Wilt didn't dare to eat it]
    Bloo: What! You didn't eat it?!
    Jackie: Eat what?
    Bloo: Your sandwich. We dared Wilt to eat your sandwich, and he didn't do it!
    Jackie: You what?! No, no, no, no. That's not a dare. That's a death wish.
    Wilt: Told you.
    Jackie: You want a dare? I'll give you a dare. I dare one of y'all to steal Madame Foster's gold-plated dentures.
    Madame Foster: [catches Mac trying steal her gold-plated dentures] THIEF! You better drop that grill, bucko!
    Madame Foster: 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!
    Preparation 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]
    Frankie: Hey!
    Madame Foster: Dare!
    Bloppy Pants: Lay out by the pool without sunblock.
    [Preparation Ape is laying outside by the pool on a beach chair, in pain; gives in by squirting loads of sunblock on himself]
    Madame Foster: Winner: Bloppy Pants. Round 2 – Bloo VS. Rodney Squiddlebeak. Dare!
    Rodney: Handlebar mustache draw!
    [Bloo successfully draws a handlebar mustache on his face with a marker]
    Madame Foster: Dare!
    Bloo: Braid Creaky Pete's beard!
    [Rodney tries to braid Creaky Pete's beard, but fails when a swarm of bats fly out]
    Bloo: Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
    Madame Foster: Winner: Bloo. Round 3 – Mac VS. Yogi Boo Boo. Players, to the ready. Dare!
    Yogi Boo Boo: Mac, I dare you to… [thinking] Eh, to…
    Eduardo: Make him eat something!
    Boomer: Give him a mohawk.
    Fluffer Nutter: Make him admit he loves someone.
    Bloo: Make it Frankie. He loves Frankie. He'll never be able to do that one.
    Mac: [shocked] Bloo!
    Bloo: He's had a crush on her like forever.
    Mac: Nuh-uh! I do not!
    Mac: I dare you to kiss Sam Burger!
    Yogi Boo Boo: Because of my vegetarian beliefs, I regret that I must say, no.
    Madame Foster: The refuser is the loser!
    Mac: Bloo, I dare you to… throw all of your paddle balls into the fireplace!

### Read 'Em and Weep [6.11]

    [Bloo is holding auditions for some imaginary friends to take Eduardo's place after he got adopted from last week's Adopt-a-Thought Saturday]
    Sunset Junction: I'm a little confused about the script. There's like, 10 pages of crying and then some random Spanish phrases that make no sense. And who are Darby and Explorin' Lauren?
    Bloo: I like the fur, although we'd have to dye it purple. But you'll have to lose the scarf and mittens and put on about 200 pounds.
    Sunset Junction: What?! [offended] Say, what sort of production is this, anyway?
    Bloo: There's no production, my friend, just the role of a lifetime! Our little troupe has recently lost a member, and one lucky applicant will get to take his place.
    Sunset Junction: Wait, because Eduardo got adopted, you're holding auditions for a new Ed? [rips apart the script pages and storms out of the room in annoyance, slamming the door]
    Wilt: I'm sorry, Bloo. I know you miss Ed. We all do. But replacing him with someone else won't stop the pain you're feeling. [Coco squawks in agreement] Besides, it's kind of nice to have a bed to sleep in.
    [Bloo enters the foyer, meeting Mac and Frankie reading a load of letters from all the adopted imaginary friends]
    Frankie: [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."
    Mac: 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."
    Frankie: 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."
    Mac: Here's a postcard from Sam Burger. [reading] "Dear Foster's, things are great. My new friend…"
    Sam Burger: [voiceover] …Ronald is great! And boy, is he generous. Ronald has paid for both of us to go on a world cruise.
    Frankie: 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]
    Italian Brother: [places his elbow on Bloppy Pants' head] Hey, bro, pass the sauce.
    Bloppy Pants: [uncomfortably] Well, I'm not sure that I can reach--
    Italian 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?
    Bloppy 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]
    Mac: Hey, Fluffer Nutter. What's going on with Jackie?
    Frankie: Is everything okay?
    Fluffer Nutter: 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]
    Mac: [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]
    Jackie: [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…]
    Mac: [finishing up reading] "Which reminds me, it's time for my mid-morning sandwich. Peace out, Jackie K."
    [Fluffer Nutter wails off-screen]
    Telegram Man: [as Frankie answers the door] Telegram for Foster from Mr. Soppy Plants.
    Frankie: Oh, do you mean Bloppy Pants?
    Telegram Man: Look, lady, they pay me to deliver 'em, okay? Reading 'em right, that's your business. Now, are you Foster or what?
    Frankie: [takes the telegram] Yeah, I'm Foster. [closes the door, then looks at the telegram] This is strange.
    Mac: What's it say?
    Frankie: [reading] "Family life didn't suit me. Have landed in a quiet college town and decided to go back to school."
    Telegram Man: Two telegrams for Foster from Mr. Gloppy Sands.
    Bloo: [snatches them out of his hand] That's Bloppy Pants, you, you… FAKE MAILMAN! [angrily closes the door on him]
    Wilt: [puzzled] Two telegrams? That's kind of strange.
    Bloo: Here, live it up. [gives them to Wilt]
    Wilt: [reading the first telegram] "Have dropped out of school, will seek my fortune elsewhere."
    [Cut to Bloppy Pants in a rat race, struggling for wealth; back to Foster's]
    Frankie: [enters the house with Mac, carrying a handful of more letters] Bloo, what did you do to the telegram guy?
    [Telegram Man sobs and wails off-screen]
    Bloo: The mail!
    Mac: [sets the letters down on the floor] Yep, 34 new letters.
    Frankie: [carrying a C.O.D. package from Jackie Khones] Plus this package from Jackie.
    Wilt: And two telegrams from Bloppy Pants. Here's the latest. [reads the second telegram] "Have left the rat race behind, pursuing alternative career opportunities."
    [Cut to a rodeo; Bloppy Pants is running around on the field, dressed up as a clown, while being chased by a bull]
    Mac: Oh, no! Sam Burger's cruise ship is sinking!
    Frankie: [gasps] What do we do?! Call the coast guard?! The navy?! And what about Jackie?! What are we gonna do?
    Bloo: Oh, Ed, there's no such thing as real unicorns! They're hunting you!
    Frankie: [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.
    Mr. Herriman: [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]
    Waitress: One BLT, stack of ramana, hockey puck with frog sticks on the side, bloodhounds in the hay, and a cup of mud.
    Bloppy 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]
    Waitress: Yeah, I need a radio sandwich with love apples.
    Bloppy Pants: [losing it] WHAT?!
    Madame Foster: Let's see here. [reading Sam Burger's message from the bottle] "Ronald and I have survived the shipwreck and washed to shore on a deserted island."
    [Cut to the deserted island where Sam Burger and Ronald washed up on after surviving the shipwreck]
    Sam Burger: [writing his message; desperately] I hope this note reaches someone in time. We're running out of coconuts. There's nothing else to eat. [looks over to Ronald, craving with hunger and hallucinating] And I don't like the way Ronald is looking at me. Ronnie? You doing okay? [Ronald hallucinates him as a chicken drumstick] Ron? It's me, your old pal Sam. Ron?
    Bloo: [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!
    Cy: 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!" [Mac, 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.
    Bloo: Don't you dare speak Spanglish, you lousy imposter!
    [Bloppy Pants crashes a trailer truck into the foyer and jumps out]
    Mr. Herriman: [shocked] Master Bloppy Pants?! What have you done?!
    Bloppy 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.
    Fluffer Nutter: [hugs Jackie as he hops out; happily] Jackie!
    Jackie: Who loves you, baby?
    [The other imaginary friends hop out of the truck and enter the house]
    Imaginary Friend Crayon: I was actually quite happy in my new home.
    Everyone: [surprised as Sam Burger hops out] Sam Burger?!
    Madame Foster: [puzzled] But how did you-- how could you-- who am I?
    Sam Burger: That Bloppy Pants is a miracle worker.
    Everyone: [as Eduardo is the last to hop out of the truck; happily] Eduardo!
    Bloo: [surprised] But, but… we thought you were shot!
    Eduardo: 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?
    Mac: It's good to have you home, Ed.

### Fools and Regulations [6.12]

    [Bloo, Wilt, Eduardo, and Coco have been summoned by Frankie and Mr. Herriman to talk with them]
    Frankie: Do you guys know why I gathered you here, today?
    Eduardo: You es getting a divorce?
    Frankie: What? No! Ed, I'm not even married.
    Eduardo: [relieved] Oh, that is a big relief.
    Frankie: Mr. Herriman and I are having some very important people over for a very important party.
    Bloo: I'm there!
    Frankie: [impatiently] Bloo!
    Bloo: You gotta let me come, I'm the life of every party! [starts singing and dancing] ♪ Ain't no party like a Blooregard party 'cause the Blooregard party don't stop! Ain't no party like a Blooregard party 'cause the Blooregard party don't-- ♪
    Frankie: [cuts him off] Stop! None of you are coming. It's for grown-ups only.
    Wilt: I'm sorry, but is there anything we can do to help with the party?
    Frankie: Yes, Wilt, there is. You can all help me very much by behaving.
    Bloo: Oh, please, when have we ever not behaved?
    Frankie: [reproachfully] You're right, I'm gonna have to be way less vague. Here's the rule, while the party's going on, you cannot set foot on the first floor.
    Coco: Coco cococo? ("But what will we do?")
    Frankie: You can pick. Either go upstairs, or stay outside.
    Eduardo: Hmm. That es a muy hard decision.
    Eduardo: Fire! There is a fire! FRANKIE! THERE IS A FI-
    Bloo: [hops onto Ed to stop him] Are you crazy?! Frankie told us we have to be quiet!
    Wilt: Don't worry! I'll put it out! [runs down the hallway, sees a fire extinquisher, and reads the sign above it] "Break in case of an emergency." Well, I guess this is an emergency. I mean, unless something else happens and it's a bigger emergency, and we should break the glass, then...
    Coco: [impatiantly] Co coco! [she grabs the mallet next to the extinquisher ready to break the glass, but is stopped by Bloo.]
    Bloo: Break glass? Are you crazy?! That's gonna be way too loud!
    Coco: [panicked] Coco cococo co co co!
    Eduardo: Water! Water is muy quiet to put out the fire!
    [Bloo and the others turn on the shower to fill up a bucket of water but hear how loud the shower is starting up. The shower is too loud and Eduardo is forced to turn it off.]
    Eduardo: The pipes, they have no inside voices!
    [Suddenly, a loud beeping is heard. Their smoke detector has gone off.]
    Wilt: It's the smoke detector!
    [They turn off the smoke detector. Jackie Khones comes in to see the fire]
    Jackie: You got a fire in your room.
    Bloo, Wilt, Coco, & Edurado: [silently] WE KNOW!
    Jackie: Okay.
    Mr. Herriman: What the heavens?! [He and Frankie then look back up at the open window to see Bloo and the others, looking back outside down at them]
    Frankie: What are you doing upstairs?!
    Bloo: Chill out, Frankie, we didn't go through the first floor. We've been following all the rules.
    Eduardo: Si! I even made my bed, so I can lie in it.
    Frankie: [threateningly] When I get back in there, you're all in deep trouble!
    All: What?!
    Bloo: This isn't fair! We didn't do anything wrong!
    Eduardo: But it no matter because now there is the new rule! We get in trouble when Frankie gets inside!
    Bloo: [gets an idea] You're right. [He is seen locking the back door] There, now we can't get in trouble.
    [Bloo is seen standing inside of a wagon while Mac and the others are seen standing on the stairs looking out nervously at Frankie and Mr. Herriman, who are angrily banging on the door to be left in]
    Frankie: BLOO, YOU OPEN THIS DOOR THIS INSTANT!!!! OPEN UP!!!! I'M GONNA COUNT TO 10!!! 1, 2, BLOO!!!!!
    Mr. Herriman: Let us in this instant!! Bloo, open this door right now! When I get in there, they'll be in rules like you've never imagined!! Oh, my!
    Mac: [concerned] Bloo, we have to let them back in.
    Bloo: No way. All day, we've done everything Frankie asked of us, we haven't broken one rule.
    Eduardo: What about you? You is on the first floor.
    Bloo: But I'm not setting one foot on it, am I? [wiggles around in the wagon to demonstrate the loophole] Look, eventually, Frankie and Herriman will come to their senses and realize how well we're behaving. Why, I wouldn't be surprised if they're ready to apologize right now. [goes to unlock the door]
    Frankie: [angry] Bloo, you are so dead!!!
    Mr. Herriman: [angry] Master Blooregard, this is an utter outrage!!
    Bloo: [re-locks the door] We'll give 'em a few more minutes.
    [Outside, Frankie and Herriman are see banging on the door]
    Frankie: [exhausted] I can't believe it. He's really not letting us in.
    Mr. Herriman: Have no fear, Miss Frances. We shall return to our guests but momentarily. For I have a key. [pulls out multiple keys on a ring]
    Frankie: Awesome!
    Mr. Herriman: Now, if only I can remember which one it is. [tries one key] Oh, not that one. [tries another key] No, not that one. [tries another key] No, that is definitely wrong.

### Goodbye to Bloo [6.13]

    [Bloo arrives at the apartment building and sees Mac and Terrence bringing some boxes out of their apartment]
    Terrence: Hey, doofus, your box of junk is in my way!
    Mac: Terrence, I can carry that. There's some fragile things inside!
    Terrence: Fragile, huh? [drops the box] Whoopsie!
    Mac: [enraged] You big jerk!
    Bloo: Who am I kidding? I can't kill Mac.
    [last lines of the series]
    Mac: I'm not moving away. It's just to another apartment in my building.
    Mr. Herriman: Oh, did I fail to mention that key detail? My apologies, Master Blooregard. I do have a habit of doing that.
    Mac: My mom got a promotion, and so we needed a bigger place so she can have a home office.
    Bloo: [to Mr. Herriman] Then, what the heck were you talking about a tragedy?! [then to Mac] And you! All day, you've been saying Foster's is never gonna be the same after tomorrow. And it's your last chance to have one special day!
    Mac: That's because I'm moving into my neighbor Louise's old apartment, except... Well... She's moving somewhere that doesn't allow imaginary friends. So...
    Cheese: [appearing with suitcases] Ha, ha! Now we're brother roomies!
    [Everyone screams in horror]
    Wilt: I'm sorry, but this is NOT okay!
    [the show ends with the house slowly being erased as the beginning of the show's theme song plays in reverse]
    Cheese: [last lines; offscreen] Okay, bye doggies!
    [the credits roll with the left side showing a drawing of Mac and Bloo happily walking into the sunset with words above reading: "Thanks for watching!!" signed by Craig McCracken and Lauren Faust]