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Fan fiction by
18wanda
posted
5 months ago
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Bloo: One OW! One Ow! One OW! One OW!
(Just then Wilt walsk into the room.) Wilt: Hey, Bloo. You look like you have been hitting those low fat chips pretty hard.
Bloo: No, for your information I am rehearsing my act for the Foster's commercial. (holds up a paddleball and cradles it like it is more than a plae of wood with a rubber ball attached to a string.) It is improving majorly. I have personal talent that you all only wish you could have.
Wilt: That's great. Mind showing it to me?
Bloo: Puh-lease. I have more important stuff to do, but I guess I can spare a few seconds of my life to show my adoring fans a taste of my future career. When the millions of people of earth see this I will have a new life. Did you catch that song I sang earlier?
Wilt: No.
Bloo: Never mind then. When I finally snapped out of that daydream I was in the shower upstairs. Don't ask. Well, here I go. Watch and learn. (whacks the ball. It comes back and smacks him in the face.) Bloo: One OW! (repeats the pathetic routine) One OW! One OW! I almost got two that time. Well, normally it is better than that but I happen to have a broken paddleball.
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Fan fiction by
18wanda
posted
5 months ago
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Bloo is busy doing something very important. As in important of course I mean playing Space Blasters the video game. Bloo is glued to the screen and doesn't even notice when Mac walks in.
Mac: Hey, Bloo!
Bloo: What's that spaceship? You wanna piece of my death ray? Oh yeah. You want some of that, space dude?
Mac: Hello? Never mind. I have great news. There is going to be a newscast!
Bloo: Yeah, Frankie. Just set the snack bowl anywhere. The floor preferably, and could you blink my eyes for me? I haven't done that in awhile either.
Mac: I was going to tell you about the newscast, but I see you are busy having another episode. I am going to be on tv.
Bloo snaps out of the video game trance istantly after hearing the words tv and 'to be on.'
Bloo: Say what? You, on tv? Stop your kidding. You're killing me. Now seriously, what was that, buddy? Out wih it. You know I am not a patient guy. Did you say I am going to be on tv? It is about time the oublic came to their senses. I can see it now, cameras flashing, an audience cheering with security protecting me from the poperazzie who would pay money to poccess my toothbrush. That is great,...
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Fan fiction by
aliciaNY
posted
3 months ago
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Mac came to foster's like everyday. As he entered, the first thing he saw was Frankie, mopping the floor. Mac-"Hi Frankie" Frankie:"Oh hi Mac.Just cleaning as usual." Mac-"Yeah, but didn't you mop the floor yesterday?" Frankie-"Yeah I did. But mr. Herriman made me do it again. He said, and I quote "This is unneceptable! These floors aren't clean at all. The madam wants everything perfect and perfect she shall get! Mop these floors again miss Franciss and this time-proparly!"Ooooooh I hate that rabbit!" And she continued to mop the floors of the hollway. The hollway was very large. It had the living room in the right and the dining room in the left. Straight ahead there was a starecase. Mac noticed that all around, imaginary friends were running and rushing everywhere. They were preparing for a holiday. Easter. Thats what it was. It was tomorow. They were setting up balloons and stuffed bunnies and ribbons all over the house trying to make it as festive as possible. Mr. Herriman just stood there improvising. "Set that sign straight!" "No no no! Not the blue eggs, the red ones there. Thats it." "Hurry hurry! This is no time to be lazy!" Mr. Herriman was never the festive type. In...
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