Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Season 3

Terrence:
I'm counting on it.

Mac:
I'm telling Mom!

Eduardo:
[after Terrence gets electrocuted and pees his pants; chuckles] Who's a scaredy baby, now?

[Terrence runs away]

[on a camping trip, Wilt is stuck in quicksand as a bear has just shown up]

Madame:
Run for your lives, boys! I'll stave him off!

Mac:
What about Wilt?

Wilt:
Don't worry Mac. I'll probably sink before the bear gets me.

Frankie:
Enough! If you're not an imaginary friend, I want you out! That means you and you and you… and you! [points directly to Goofball as he turns around and covers his nose] That's right, Goofball. I'm not washing anymore of your high school football jerseys! I'm not helping you with any more of your math homework. And I'm not buying any more groceries to feed your growing boy appetite! Because you are not an imaginary friend!

Frankie:
You are not a make-believe companion-- imaginary friend. You are not an imaginary friend!

Duchess:
[spits out mouth wash on Eduardo, angrily to Wilt] You call this pre-gargled?! It's barely foaming!

Duchess' Family:
If we adopt you, will you promise to behave?

Duchess:
If you adopt me, will you promise to be less ugly?

Madame Foster:
Give 'em no mercy! Because if Duchess returns, you ain't getting any from her!

Mac:
[to Frankie] If it's not too much trouble, Frankie, can you forward my postcards to Bloo's new home after he gets adopted?

Frankie:
What? Where are you going?

Mac:
Oh, you know, Singapore.

Everyone:
[shocked] Singapore?!

Mac:
Yeah, my mom can't stand Duchess living next door to us anymore so we're moving to Singapore. Didn't Terrence tell you?

Terrence:
[exchanges glances when he overhears and sees everyone all angry at him; nervously] Uh... um... As they say in Wisconsin... Sayonara! [quickly dashes away]

Mac:
Is this the flight to Europe?

Ticket Agent:
Yes, it is. You just made it.

Mac:
We made it! We made it!

Ticket Agent:
Tickets?

Mac:
I've got 'em! [tries to get them out of his backpack but realizes they're not in there]

[Later, everyone returns home and blame Mac for not having the tickets]

Frankie:
[annoyed] Grandma, we're home!

Mr. Herriman:
Oh, Master Mac. I'm most upset by your careless behavior. My schedule is null and void. [annoyingly rips his schedule into pieces]

Coco:
Co! Coco coco co! ("Way to lose the tickets, Mac!")

Edurado:
[imitating Paco] I es muy disappointed in you, Señor Mac. [glares at Mac with an annoyed scowl and storms off]

Wilt:
[upset] Usually, I can forgive anything, but… [sniffles sadly as he's about to cry] I'm sorry. This is going to take me a while. Is that okay? [walks away]

Bloo:
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! [whispers] For the world! [storms off]

Mac:
[dumbfounded] But they were in my backpack! I swear!

Madame Foster:
[on the plane; revealing that she had all of Mac's tickets] Oh, I got everything I needed out of that hug! [laughs]

Mr. Herriman:
[lecturing Mac and Bloo about Goo, stretching out his head to them] And whenever she comes to Foster's she comes completely overstimulated and thinks and creates and imagines. Willy Nilly!

Willy Nilly:
[rolls into the room] No, see, my creator's name was Kevin.

Mr. Herriman:
No one asked you, Master Willy!

Mac:
You guys, what happened?

Frankie:
We had to sleep in the bus. That's what happened!

Mr. Herriman:
Oh, the house has become so frightfully full that is actually far more comfortable to lie on these ancient benches [pulls out a spring.] than in our own overcrowded beds.

Mac:
Gosh, guys. I'm really sorry. I--

Mr. Herriman:
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]

Frankie:
Maybe I should tell him.

Mac:
Tell me what?

Frankie:
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.

Mac:
[shocked] What? But what about Ches... I mean, Bloo?

Mr. Herriman:
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.]

Mr. Herriman:
I'm sorry, Master Mac. But it is for the best.

[Mac leaves the bus.]

Goo:
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--

Mac:
[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.

Bloo:
I'm not really hungry.

Frankie:
Tough beans, blob boy! I've made it five times tonight, and you ain't leaving until it's all gone!

Madame Foster:
Don't worry, dearie. It's not that bad. Oh, it's much, much worse! [laughs] Much, much worse.

[During the credits…]

Bloo:
[clutching his stomach] That's… it.

Frankie:
This is for gluing the furniture to the ceiling. And make sure you leave some room for banana hallway and condiment couch.

[Eduardo grabs the fork and puts down on the table before he scratch his fur on both sides of his body and stops moving and everyone else begins scratching themselves.]

Frankie:
Oh, man, that feels so good.

Mr. Herriman:
Yes, yes! Ooh! Ooh, that's the spot.

Wilt:
I'm sorry, Ed, but just looking at you makes all itchy.

Mac:
Oh, yeah!

[Frankie and Mr. Herriman chase Eduardo all around the house, forcing him to get a flea bath]

Eduardo:
You will never take them away from me!

Frankie:
YOU HAVE NO CHOICE!

Eduardo:
They're my friends!

Frankie:
So are we!

Mac:
Merry Christmas Eve!

Bloo, Eduardo, Wilt, and Coco:
Mac!

Wilt:
Come on in, Mac! We saved the star for you! Is that okay?

Mac:
Are you kidding? Of course it's o… [Wilt picks him up] Whoa! [places the star on top of the tree]

Everyone:
Yay!

Wilt:
[sets Mac back down] I'm sorry but I'm so excited!

Coco:
Coco! Coco! Coco! Co!

Wilt:
That's right! 'Cause tomorrow is our first Christmas with Mac and Bloo! This is gonna be the best Christmas ever!

Mr. Herriman:
Oh, this is going to be the worst Christmas ever! Where is Miss Frances?

Wilt:
Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. H. I think she went out.

Mr. Herriman:
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!

Mac:
Wow, I didn't know Mr. Herriman was such a Scrooge.

Wilt:
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.

Mac:
[speechless when he saw a large group of imaginary Santas] Were those all…?

Frankie:
Yep. Imaginary Santas. Kids get so excited about Christmas, tons of these guys get imagined. It happens every year.

Mac:
So, none of these guys were the real Santa?

Frankie:
Pfft. As much as my Great Aunt Fanny.

Mac:
Well, what does that mean?

Frankie:
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]

Mac:
There's no Santa. Eh... No Santa. [lays on his side] Eh... No Santa. [shivers]

Bloo:
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?!

Mac:
It means that everything in the world is a lie! [sobs]

Bloo:
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!

Mac:
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!

Bloo:
[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?!

Mac:
[feeling dizzy] Yes, just stop shaking me!

Bloo:
[drops Mac] Come on. We're going to conduct a few experiments.

[Mac walks with dizziness]

[Mac's apartment; Mac is in his room, desperately lying in bed]

Mac:
Santa, I've really wanna believe you're out there. It's just that none of the evidence adds up. But I know that doesn't have to mean you're not there. I just need a sign. I need something that I know only you can do. I don't know what. It's just something... I know! If you are real, you'll bring me a present. Something really specific. That could be a sign, right? I don't even care what it is. It could even be something lame. Like underwear. I would be totally cool with underwear. Seriously, I would love underwear. That would be a perfect sign, Santa. Just so long I know it's from you. [his phone rings and answers] Santa? Bloo, what are you doing calling so late? You could've woke up my mom! What? What do you mean Herriman's canceled Christmas? He threw out all the decorations and gifts?! Bloo, that's awful! Why did he do that? What? Ghosts told him to? That's ridiculous, Bloo. Presence and robots can't even become ghosts. Because you have to be alive in order to die and you bec… [realizes] Wait a second. You did it, didn't you? Yes, you did! Do you even realize what a bad liar you are?! Ugh! Fine! [now becomes sad] Okay. Okay. I'll see you tomorrow. Okay, bye. [hangs up] This is the worst Christmas ever. Just a sign, Santa, please. Just a sign.

[Christmas morning; Mac is asleep in his bed until his mother knocks on his door]

Mac's Mom:
Mac, honey, wake up.

Terrence:
Yeah, it's Christmas, dork!

Mac's Mom:
[annoyed] Terrence.

Mac:
[wakes up from his bed, walks to the window, and looks outside, seeing the snowy neighborhood] All right, Santa, show me what you got.

Mac's Mom:
Come on, Mac!

Terrence:
[as Mac leaves his room and enters the living room] Come and get your presents from Santa, loser.

Mac:
[as he arrives at Foster's and approaches the front door; sighs] This is the worst Christmas ever. [opens the door, surprised to see Wilt standing there]

Wilt:
Mac! You almost missed the best Christmas ever!

Bloo:
[popping out from his pile of coal while covered in coal dust; vowing threateningly to Santa] Just you wait, fat man. One day, I shall have my VENGEANCE! [falls over]

Bloo:
We lost! We lost! I can't believe we lost!

Mac:
Bloo, the movie didn't have an ending.

Bloo:
What are you talking about? Audiences today don't care about endings. As long as everything else is awesome, you don't need an en...

[Interrupted by "The End" title]

Mac:
If you're just joining us, Frankie, Mr. Herriman and Bloo are all running for House President. And now, we're gonna watch the big candidate's debate.

Frankie:
Well, I've been caring for imaginary friends for a long time, and over the years I've learned a few things. I've spent the time to ask you what you want. You told me you wanted bedtime to be a half-hour later - YOU GOT IT! [crowd of imaginary friends cheers] You told me you want bigger dinner portions with vegetarian options - YOU GOT IT! [crowd cheers again] You told me you want the doorbell to play Camptown Ladies - YOU GOT IT! [crowd cheers again] I'm the candidate of the people! I care about this house! I care about your needs! Whatever you need to be happy, YOU GOT IT, YOU GOT IT, YOU GOT IT! [the crowd cheers again]

Mac:
Okay, Mr. Herriman. Same question. What would you change?

Mr. Herriman:
Not a thing! Everything is perfectly fine around here. [crowd is silent; someone coughs "Loser!"]

Mac:
Alrighty. Bloo, how about you? If you were president, what would you change?

Bloo:
[after a long silence] Herriman smells like poo! [the crowd cheers again]

Mr. Herriman:
But he's just mudslinging! [Bloo literally throws mud in his face] I should have seen that coming.

Eduardo:
Señor Herriman?

Herriman:
Well, of course it's five, you numbskull!

Eduardo:
Bloo?

Bloo:
You know, Ed, my opponents say 5, but I say that's not good enough! I say 6! Or 7! Or even 42!

Crowd:
WHOO-HOO! [cheering]

Mac:
Bloo, ever since you've been here, you broke a statue of Madame Foster, opened a secret door wreaking havoc on everyone, uploaded a video to make an international fool out of Mr. Herriman, flooded the house, threw a party against house rules, sabotaged a date Frankie had, destroyed a beloved toy elephant, completely ruined my reputation at school, blew the roof off the house...

Bloo:
Your point?

Bloo:
Whoo-hoo, I win! [confidently] He meant "biggest for your size." I'm huge for my size.

Wilt:
Sorry Bloo, everybody knows I'm the biggest.

Eduardo:
You es the tallest. I am biggest! I have the most muscle.

Wilt:
I'm sorry Ed, but that's not true. You're all fur. I'm a lean, mean, muscle machine! [wiggles his arms to demonstrate] Look at that, Look at that!

[Wilt proceeds to wiggle his arms out while the other friends try to imitate him.]

Eduardo:
[holds his arms out, but cannot wiggle them] I do that! I do that!

Coco:
[stands on her head to wiggle her legs but is unable to do so] Cococo! Woop woop woop! Cococo!

Bloo:
[holds his arms out while jumping in the air] Am I doing it? Am I doing it?

Wilt:
[singsong mockingly] ♪You can't do it, you can't do it!♪

Eduardo:
That's not muscles! I'll show you muscles!

[The friends are deciding what to do about Peanut Butter. Coco has a menacing glare]

Coco:
Coco co...

Mac:
Coco... I think if we did that, we'd go to jail.

[Coco continues to glare evilly]

Coco:
[On your marks] Cococo? [Get set] Coco. [Go] CO!

[It's a race to make an object the fastest. Coco is putting her banana and pinwheel inside of the bucket and bangs them with a tire. Everyone else is puzzled]

Bloo:
I don't get it! What'd we do?!

[Wilt is now seen sticking his Pinwheel in the middle of his tire.]

Wilt:
Is this okay?

[Coco is then seen peeling her banana open.]

Bloo:
Eat it?! Are we suppose to eat it?!

[Bloo quickly eats his banana whole. Coco meanwhile is smearing her banana all over the tire, sticking her Pinwheel in the center of the tire, and then covering them all with her bucket. The stopwatch goes off and Coco runs around clucking in victory. Peanut Butter assembled his items wrong]

Peanut Butter:
Oh, so the bucket goes on top.

[Bloo frustratedly shoves Peanut Butter away from the group as Coco hopes around everyone taunting them.]

Coco:
♪Cocococo-cococo! Cocococo-cococo! Cocococo-cococo! Cocococo-cocococo!♪

Eduardo:
That is no fair! You know the answer because you make up the game!

Wilt:
Yeah, if we're gonna compete against each other, it should be a game with rules that we all know.

Eduardo:
Okay, I am brave, I am brave, I am brave!

[Wilt gives a thumbs up to the 2 headed dragon to flame up the hoop for Eduardo]

Eduardo:
[repeatedly] I'm not that brave, I'm not that brave, I'm not that brave...

Wilt:
[wavingly through the hoop] We're ready when you are, Eduardo!

Eduardo:
You know, I think I can live with scaredy cat. [Eduardo starts to do his stunt and Bloo comes with the card]

Bloo:
BLOO CARD!

[Eduardo and Bloo slides down to the ramp and jumps as Bloo gets the card]

Bloo:
BLOO CARD!

[Eduardo activates the parachute in his bag but Bloo uses his card with a tricycle, but he gets burned himself by the hoop and crashes and everyone cheers at Eduardo who becomes brave]

Eduardo:
I did it! I did it!

Bloo:
I got it... I got it...