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.
Wilt: I have a spare.
Bloo: Gimme. (grabs it and once again tries the failure routine.) One OW! One..two OW! One OW! AH! This one is broken too. (throws it on the ground and stomps it to a million little pieces.) Can you get that? That would be great.
Bloo goes downstairs to get a snack. Mac is reading off a piece of paper, and omg it sounds terrible. Talk about totally reading word for word! It is like listening to paint dry.
Bloo: You got to be kidding me.
Mac: What? I am just reading my script for the Foster's commercial.
Bloo: Oh it is just fun and games now, is it? They REJECT me from the commercial and throw me out on the cold, hard street, and they give YOU a script? (snatches it and looks it over) Oh Mac. This will never do.
Mac: What's wrong with it?
Bloo: Um...everything! You expect to go on the telli talking like this? You have got to be entertaining! You can't just be a peanut butter sandwich. You have to have jelly on it. What is WRONG wih you?
(Mac looks over the script carefully.) Mac: You are right. They will turn the channel right after 'Welcome to Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. What should I do?
Bloo: You? No, that is your first mistake. Next there will be a chorus line of animal crackers if we leave the budget to you. Leave it to me to create a new script.
Mac: But you aren't even suppose o be in the commercial!
Bloo: Why must reality crush the hopes and dreams of the dreamers? Frankie and Mr. Herriman said that I can't be in the commercial, not the mastermind behind the script. It is written in black and white that I CAN do that.
Mac: Actually that is a rule. (pulls out a huge manuel and turns to a page. The other pages have tiny lettering and many subsections but this one is huge and goes all down the page. DO NOT LET BLOO GET ON THE SET, COMMERCIAL, AND ESPECIALLY DO NOT LET BLOO WRITE YOUR SCRIPT FOR YOU AND ADD A CHORUSLINE OF ANIMAL CRACKERS.
Bloo: Oh...right. Uh...UH! (pretends to sneeze and tears the page out of the manuel for a tissue.) Oops. Unfortunately I was forced to take immediate action and snot all ove this page of the manuel. How clumsy of me.
(Mac and Bloo smile at eachother and Bloo begins looking over that script.
Mac: Where do I need to make corrections?
Bloo: Everywhere. This just won't do. (tosses it carelessly in the waste receptical and begins brainstorming. We won't know for now for in action cartoons they always end the episode on a cliff hanger so you are like "NOOOOO!!!!!" and since this is very actiony "Tuen in for the next part to find out." Camera falls on the floor and the screen blackens.)