Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Season 4

Newsman:
The city... [quickly pans left to part of the city, which is destroyed] ...is in turmoil! And I'm running for my life!

[A monster slams its tail on the road and roars. The Foster's tour bus comes up and Coco, Wilt, Eduardo, and Frankie exit it. Frankie is holding two steaks, Wilt and Eduardo are holding cages, and Coco is holding a piece of rope.]

Frankie:
Don't panic! It's just an imaginary friend! It's perfectly... [The monster roars at Frankie.] ...harmless!

Wilt:
We're gonna need a bigger cage. [The monster uses its tail to grab Wilt] I'm sorry but whoooooooa!

Eduardo:
I'll save you Wilt! [charges at the monster. The monster roars at him, causing him to back up.]

Mr. Herriman:
Here you are, Master Wilt. Top stair, section 12. [Wilt steams up, annoyingly] Is there a problem?

Wilt:
I was just thinking. You know how my head gets cut off in the picture each year?

Mr. Herriman:
Yes.

Wilt:
I was thinking maybe, if it's not too hard, [squats down] I could stand a little lower so that doesn't, you know, happen. If that's okay.

Mr. Herriman:
You mean not stand with the other W's? No, no, no. Everyone must be organized alphabetically. It's the only way that makes sense.

Wilt:
Then maybe I could have a chair.

Mr. Herriman:
Master Wilt, I dare say, if you stand in a chair, we shall see even less of you.

Wilt:
Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Coco:
[as Mac shows her the picture and gasps in outraged shock] Co-co-co?! [angrily smacks Mac in the face and storms off]

Mac:
[to Bloo; confused] When did I call her fat?

Weather Forecaster:
As a cold front sweeps in, you can expect showers in Spokane.

Bloo:
Showers in Spokane. Spo-Cahn.

Weather Forcaster:
Temperatures are up there, and its hot in Topeka.

Bloo:
It's HOT in To-Pe-Ka. Its hot. Hot-hot. Hot-hot-hot. Hot. [breathes out] HOT. HOT. Hot-hot-hottot! It's hot in Topeka! Toe-peker. I'm a toe-pick. I'm a hot toe-picker! Pick my toe-IT'S HOT! Pick my hot toe, PICK IT! Topeka's hot, my toe is hot-pick it! It's hot in Topeka. It's hot. It's hot. It's hot. IT'S HOT IN, IT'S HOT IN, IT'S HOT IN TOPEKA!...Topeka.

Bloo:
[talking to the mirror after drawing eyebrows and a moustache on his face] I am Pierre Schezuan! Haw haw haw haw! I put ze ducks in Crystal Pond! [draws a goatee on his face] I am Pierre's evil brother! I steal ze ducks from Crystal Pond! [draws an ear on the side of his face] I am Pierre's third cousin! I have ze ear on ze side of my face! Haw haw haw haw haw! [puts on lipstick] I am Pierre's girlfriend! [starts kissing the mirror] Muah, muah, muah, muah, muah!

Mac:
[walks in on Bloo, who just appears out of nowhere] What are you doing?

Bloo:
Nothing, nothing! What are you doing?

Mac:
You got something... [Bloo wipes face with his hands, attempting to hide what he was doing, smears lipstick and black makeup a little] You still got... [Bloo wipes face again, smears makeup substantially; beat, giving up] You got it.

Mac:
[reading a note on the fridge from Frankie] "Dear Mac, we went to the beach. We'll be back by 6:00. Don't let Bloo destroy the house. Frankie."

Bloo:
They went to the beach… without me?!

Frankie:
[to Mac] I wish I could be you, Mac. No job, no responsibilities. You will never be a child again. Don't let it pass you by. All that matters is right here, right now. Take advantage of every precious moment. This is your time to do the most awesome of awesome things.

Goo:
This is Scooter. He's a great friend. He eats sandwich crusts, lima beans, and very old really cold pork chops. Scooter is very awesome because you can't be allergic to him because you can't, because it's totally impossible. And also you don't have to worry about him biting because his teeth are made of gum. What do you think? You want to adopt him? Huh? Do you? Do you?

Girl:
I don't know.

Goo:
How about something a little more sporty? More flashy? What do I need to do to get you with a friend today?

Girl:
Do you have this in pink?

[blue imaginary friend frowns]

Goo:
Here's Wilt, he'll help you with the superficial adoption forms.

Wilt:
Don't worry, this is really easy. [puts stacks of paperwork on table]

Wilt:
[to Mac while checking out the apartment] This is a really nice place, Mac. Not that I'm surprised. I mean, not that you have to live in a nice place to be a nice person. I mean, that isn't to say nice people can't live in nice places, too, though. Like you, for example, 'cause you're a nice person. I'm sorry. Does that make sense?

Eduardo:
[showing Mac a picture of him as a baby, taking a bath in the bathroom sink] Is this you as a little baby, Señor Mac?

Mac:
[annoyed] Yes.

Eduardo:
You so small, you take a bath in the sink. Look at your tiny baby butt. [takes a photo of the picture] The Foster's friends, they love the baby butts.

Mac:
Guys, you don't understand. This is really serious. My mom doesn't know I go to Foster's every day. If she wakes up and sees you here, she'll know and she might never let me go back.

Eduardo:
You mean, we never, ever see you ever again? [cries again after Mac shakes his head no]

Mac:
That's what I'm talking about.

[Eduardo covers his mouth, muffling the crying]

Bloo:
Why didn't you tell us to be quiet before?

Mac:
So listen, my mom and brother are still asleep, so you have to be very…

Goo:
[looking around the apartment] Mac, this is where you live?

Goo:
A séance is where we conjure up spirits from the Great Beyond and talk to them like normal people, except they're not normal because they're DEAD.

Eduardo:
[gulps nervously] Why es they dead?

Goo:
Who knows? Old age, or they put a jet engine in their car, or they were attacked by possums! Ooh! Maybe they had a piece of popcorn stuck in their throat, and they were like- [falls over pretending to choke and gag]

[Eduardo uneasily replaces a popcorn kernel in the bowl]

Terrence:
What is going on?

[Everyone turns to see that he's woken up by hearing everything]

[As Terrence runs around the apartment, frantically to get Cheese of his face, an alarm clock is heard from Mac's Mom's bedroom and the Grandfather Clock tolls as the time reads 5:
00]

Mac:
It's 5:00! My mom's getting up! I'll distract her while you take care of him!

[Wilt, Bloo, Coco, Eduardo, and Goo all seal their mouths shut and give Mac a thumbs-up to keep everything quiet]

Eduardo:
[as Terrence seizes his camera; menacingly] Let go of my memories! [savagely bashes Terrence on the head, knocking him out unconscious, and catches his camera]

[During the end credits, Mac's Mom looks at the broken roof hole in shock with Terrence at her side]

Terrence:
I didn't do it! Must've been Mac's friends, that's how they got in the house!

Mac's Mom:
What friends?

Terrence:
His imaginary ones. He had 'em all over last night. There was the purple Spanish one, and this red guy with one arm, and this girl and airplane-bird thing riding a bicycle all over the living room, and Bloo was back too! Mac didn't give him up at all! [smiling with confidence]

[Slight pause]

Mac's Mom:
[unconvinced] Terrence, you're grounded. [walks off]

Frankie:
Mac, this party isn't for you.

Bloo:
[enters with Artie, blindfolded] Surpri-- [notices the wreckage] Whoa, what the heck happened in here?

Mr. Herriman:
Master Mac, when you told me you hate parties, my chief concern was protecting this one from you. But I see now no party is safe from the likes of you. You will destroy each and every one, even if that means destroying lives in the process. [leaves]

Mac:
But… [attempts to stop him but retracts sadly]

Eduardo:
You es muy, muy meano.

[Coco squawks annoyingly at him]

Wilt:
Maybe next time, you could talk about your problems, instead of taking them out on a little imaginary friend.

Frankie:
Like I didn't have enough to clean.

Goo:
You stink!

Bloo:
How could you, Mac? He was four years old today! Four years old.

Mac:
[upset] I thought it was my party.

Mac:
Why didn't you go to the bathroom at the gas station?

Bloo:
[wearing plungers on feet] Ew! Grody! Gas station bathrooms are disgusting!

Mac:
But it's not disgusting to wear... never mind.

[During the credits, Frankie scolds Bloo for the chaos he caused while taking Mac on a joyride after stealing the bus]

Frankie:
[pacing back and forth] Driving without a license, lying on a job application, destruction of personal property, destruction of public property, illegal use of toilet plungers and calling me a heifer! I mean, really, Bloo, don't you have anything to say for yourself?

Frankie:
This is a really important day, you guys! Now remember, they'll be here at 5, so we have to get everything ready by then.

Bloo:
[not liking it] Boring.

Mac:
Wow, I can’t believe Foster’s is going to be on TV.

Bloo:
[still not liking it] Boring.

Frankie:
I know, I've been calling the station and working the system for months. [moving the cart] And they're finally coming to do a special news story on us.

Bloo:
[still standing and not liking it] Boring.

Mac:
And that means more people will learn about Foster's, and more people knowing about Foster's means more adoptions.

Bloo:
[Frankie hits him with a broomstick] Bor--ow!

Frankie:
[to the imaginary friends] Now hurry along, all of you. We only have a few hours to finish. The house and everyone in it has got to be in perfect shape. Absolutely nothing can go wrong.

Cheese:
[off-screen] I like chocolate milk.

Frankie:
[She turns her head to see Cheese] Cheese, how many times do I have to tell you? You don't live here! Go home!

Cheese:
[He just stands there with a short silence, inhales] Okay. [He walks away and Frankie watches him leave. She rolls her eyes and walks]

[At the Arcade, Mac sees a pile of snack bags and soda cans everywhere on the floor]

Mac:
Ugh! I can’t believe people just throw trash on the floor. [He puts everything in the trash can, and he finds Bloo drinking a soda on a chair, and throwing it on the floor. He gets mad, and then Cheese screams in the arcade while Mac and Bloo cover their ears. Pushing Cheese out] Cheese, you don’t live here! go home! [He closes the door and Cheese stops screaming]

Cheese:
[inhales] Okay. [walks away]

[At the Bathroom, Eduardo is taking a shower, while humming the Foster's Home theme. Cheese opens the door and walks up to the shower]

Eduardo:
[soap gets in his eye] Ow! Oh, that soap is so stingy! [Continues humming]

Cheese:
[He opens the curtains and repeatedly hits Eduardo with a carrot] I FOUND A CARROT!! [Continues hitting Eduardo with a carrot, repeatedly]

Eduardo:
Señor Cheese, you no live here. Go home.

Cheese:
[He slowly spits a carrot from his mouth. Inhales] Okay. [He walks away]

[At Foster’s Foyer]

Frankie:
Hey Wilt? We're all out of light bulbs. Do you mind running to the store and picking up some more?

Wilt:
Sure thing! [He comes out of the front door and goes to store. He sees Cheese holding his one hand]

Cheese:
Where we going?

Wilt:
Well, um, I’m going to the store. You’re going home, remember?

Cheese:
I like the fair.

Wilt:
Well, maybe you could go home and ask your owner Louise if she’ll take you to the fair. Okay?

Cheese:
Okay. [Wilt tries to move his arm, but Cheese is still holding his hand] I like the fair.

Wilt:
Yes, I understand that, [struggles to get free] but I’m going to the store, not the fair, and you need to go home! [He holds Cheese in the air with his arm, he keeps trying to get him off. Cheese keeps screaming while Wilt tries to get him off back and forth. He finally stops and takes deep breaths]

Cheese:
[lets go of Wilt's hand] Do it again! Do it again! Do it again! Do it again! Do it again! Do it again! Do it again!

Wilt:
[He runs away after noticing that Cheese is no longer holding his hand] I’m sorry, Cheese, but you don’t live here! Go home, please!

Cheese:
[inhales and yells louder] Okay! [walks away]

[At Herriman’s Office/Foster’s Foyer]

Frankie:
Hey Mr. Herriman, the news crew is coming at 5, so make sure you have your office...

Mr. Herriman:
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear oh dear! [Mr. Herriman straightens his carpet using a comb. Frankie smiles and closes the door. Mr. Herriman measures the carpet] I'll be humiliated on live television! Oh dear, oh dear oh dear oh dear! [Ice cream falls on the carpet. The camera pans left and up to reveal Cheese with ice cream all over his face and body]

Cheese:
Hi kitty.

Mr. Herriman:
Master Cheese, you do not live here! Go home! [As he kicks Cheese out of his office; Cheese slides on the floor as ice cream splatters all over the foyer]

Cheese:
[inhales] Okay.

[A shocked Frankie looks at the mess caused by Cheese]

Frankie:
Ugh! [Frankie loses sight of Cheese, until she eventually sees him walking out the front door] I can't take this anymore! This has got to stop!

Mr. Herriman:
Quite right. I have just the solution.

Mr. Herriman:
Now, let's see. "To program a new code, enter "star-5," master code code number 1 to 32, new four-digit code, the code-number is a double-digit from 1 to 32, press pound to return to ready." Oh my. [As he presses buttons on the keypad, one of the doors swing open and Cheese gets kicked out of Foster's]

Coco:
Coco coco co, coco!

Madame Foster:
Yeah, what she said!

Cheese:
[inhales] Okay.

Frankie:
[shocked when she sees Cheese memorizing the code in song as he leaves] CHEESE KNOWS THE CODE!

Frankie:
[mumbles to Cheese to stop him from screaming] Rock-a-bye crazy on the treetop. When the wind blows, the cradle will destroy. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall-

Cheese:
Fall?! [screams]

Frankie:
Oh, geez! Okay, um... Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his-

Cheese:
Broke?! [screams]

Eduardo:
I got this one! The itsy-bitsy spider-

Cheese:
Spiders! [screams]

[Eduardo sighs]

Frankie:
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you-

Cheese:
Sheep! [screams]

Mac:
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake-

Cheese:
Cake! [screams]

Coco:
[to "Three Blind Mice"] Co-co-co, co-co-co-

Cheese:
Coco! [screams]

Frankie:
Quick, someone think of another song! Something that's not scary!

Bloo:
I got one! Great green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts, mutilated monkey meat, chopped-up baby birdies' feet. Great green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts floating in my ice cream. and I don't got a spoon.

Cheese:
No spoon! [screams]

Bloo:
[laughs] This is fun!

Cheese:
Yeah! I like fishy crackers!

Frankie:
[pulls to get the doors open but they're still locked and turns to Cheese; furiously] YOU! If you had only listened to one of the thousand times I told you, YOU…DON'T…LIVE…HERE! [shouts] GO… HOME!!!

Cheese:
Cheese!

Bloo:
You'll see! My home will be successful, than Foster's ever was! I'll show you all! You'll see! Now, good day sirs!

[While Mac, Frankie, and Mr. Herriman are all still trapped in the foyer closet…]

Mac:
This is all my fault. If I didn't bring them here, none of this would've ever happened. [upset] I'm really sorry, guys.

Frankie:
Oh, it's okay, you couldn't have known. We've just got to figure a way out of here and stop the tyranny of Abraham Lincoln!

Mr. Herriman:
We're never getting out of here! All the friends are gone, the madame is brainwashed, all hope is lost!

Mac:
No! There is one who can save us!

[Foster's is celebrating their 5-year creator reunion on a beautiful day when all creators come to visit their former imaginary friends]

Mac:
Wow! I think it's so amazing that Madame Foster hosts this reunion every five years. It means so much for the imaginary friends to see their creators every once in a while.

Bloo:
Look around you, Mac. These friends haven't seen their creators in years. Years! They are overcome with joy!

Mac:
You know what I like best about the reunion? It's really cool to see what kind of people thought up all the friends we know.

Bloo:
Hmm. Hadn't noticed.

Mac:
You know whose creator I really wanna meet? [Quickly pan over to Wilt at a table with cupcakes, sadly frowning] Wilt!

Wilt:
[cringing] Oh! Hey, Mac! Hey, Bloo! [clenching his teeth in a strained smile and twitching his good eye]

Mac:
Is something wrong?

Wilt:
[hesitantly] Yeah, sure! Never better! Sorry! Want some burgers? [instead offers Mac and Bloo a plate of cupcakes]

Bloo:
[takes a cupcake] Uh, thanks.

Mac:
Hey, Wilt, where's your creator?

[11:
00 P.M. at night; Bloo wakes up, hearing Wilt pack up his things in a bindle and leaves the room and follows him down to the foyer]

Wilt:
[on the phone] Yeah, that's right. It's me. Bet you'd hoped to never hear from me again, didn't you? It's time we set things straight once and for all! Oh, really? Fine! Fine, then it's on! I'll see you in two days! You can count on it! [angrily slams the phone on the receiver]

Bloo:
Wilt?

Wilt:
[surprised to see Bloo has followed him] Oh! I'm sorry, Bloo. Did I wake you?

Bloo:
Are you going somewhere?

Wilt:
Well, yeah...But don't you worry about it. [slings his bindle over his back]

Bloo:
"Don't worry about-?" [walks down a few more stairs to better see what Wilt is doing] What do you mean? Where are you going?!

Wilt:
I did something terrible. It's time I set things right. [closes the door behind him as he leaves the house]

Bloo:
Something...terrible? [hangs his mouth open in shock]

[Next morning, Eduardo, Mac, Coco, Frankie, Bloo, Mr. Herriman, and Madame Foster are all in the room, investigating on what happened the previous night]

Madame Foster:
Huh. Now if that ain't the pot leadin' the horse to water.

Frankie:
Well, he couldn't have just left.

Mac:
[opens up Wilt's locker] Look. His locker's empty.

Eduardo:
And his toothbrush is gone.

Coco:
[checking under the bunk beds where Wilt usually sleeps and finds nothing there] Coco coco co co!

Mr. Herriman:
By Jove, he is gone.

Bloo:
See?! I told you!

Frankie:
No note? No letter? No nothing.

Madame Foster:
Oh, that's not like him at all.

Foofy:
Hello?

Wilt:
Well, hello there, little friend! I'm sorry, but imaginary friends don't belong in the Lost and Found.

Foofy:
But, I am lost. My little girl left me here when she was gonna go visit her grandma… [sniffles sadly] and she never came back to find me. [starts to sob]

Wilt:
Oh, it's okay. I'm sure she'll be back looking for you soon.

Foofy:
But… [sniffs] I've been waiting… [sniffs again] since Christmas.

Wilt:
Chwistmath?! I mean, Christmas? But, that was months ago. [Foofy cries harder; picks her up from the box and comforts her] Shh. No, no, no, don't cry. You'll see her again someday. Maybe you could go find her yourself.

Foofy:
But I'm afraid to go all by myself.

[Wilt and Foofy walk up to a pink house and Wilt rings the doorbell and a blonde mother answers it]

Sara's Mom:
Hello? [looks up at Wilt and he holds out Foofy; gasps in surprise] Oh, my gosh! It's Foofy Woogums! She's come home!

Sara's Dad:
[off-screen] What?! Are you serious?!

Sara's Mom:
Yes, yes! Get Sara, quick! [shakes her fists in excitement]

[Sara's Dad walks up to the front door, holding his daughter]

Sara:
[gasps as her eyes well up with joy] Foofy?!

Foofy:
[does the same] Sara?

[Wilt and Sara's Dad both set Foofy and Sara down and they run up to each other and hug, spinning around]

Sara:
I never thought I'd see you again!

Sara's Mom:
[as the doorbell rings; weeping] Just a… minute. [answers the door and sees Frankie and Mac standing at the doorway]

Frankie:
Hello, ma'am. We hate to bother you, but… [sees her about to tear up] Oh, my gosh. Are-are you okay?

Bloo:
[poking out from the bus window; shouting] WILT MUST HAVE ROBBED THEM! HE'S GETTING DESPERATE!

Sara's Mom:
[dabbing her teary eyes with a tissue] I'm fine. It's just…I love getting visitors. [starts weeping]

Mac:
Oh, well, uh… We're looking for our friend. He's really tall and red with one arm.

Sara's Mom:
Oh, yes. He was here. [Mac and Frankie smile at each other; sniffs] We took him to the train station.

Bloo:
Let's try Coco!

Bloo, Eduardo, Douglas, Adam, Nina and Coco:
[singing] Coco Coco bo-boco

Banana fana foco foco

Mee mi momo coco!

Frankie:
Let's try... SHUT UP!

[Frankie orders to stop singing and Bloo and others continue to sing]

Bloo, Eduardo, Douglas, Adam, Nina and Coco:
[singing] Shut up shut up

Bo butup banana

fana fo futup

me mi mo mutup, mutup!

Mac:
Frankie, what if we don't catch Wilt at his next stop?

Frankie:
I don't know. But don't worry. We can always try for the next stop until we catch him. As long as there's a trail to follow, we'll find him.

[Bloo pops up Mac and Frankie]

Bloo:
Let's try Frankie!

Bloo, Eduardo, Douglas, Adam, Nina and Coco:
[singing again, making Mac and Frankie annoyed] Frankie Frankie

Bo benkie Banana

fo fenkie!

[At a motel, the gang are checking out after staying for a late night when they lost track of Wilt's trail]

Frankie:
[on the phone with Madame Foster while checking out at the front desk] No, Grandma. We didn't find him. We totally lost his trail.

Receptionist:
Checking out?

Frankie:
Yes, thank you. [signing a form] It was really late last night, so we stayed in a motel. I guess there's nothing else to do except come home. Maybe you're right. Maybe he will just come back. I sure hope so. We'll be back this afternoon. Love you, too. [hangs up and puts her phone in her purse; sighs sadly]

Mac:
Maybe he left some clues! Come on, we gotta try!

Frankie:
Mac…

Nina:
No, wait. The kid's got a point. Maybe there are some clues. His behavior has been sporadic, but what about before he left? Did anyone notice him acting strange?

Mac:
Well, actually, he was acting really weird at the reunion.

Nina:
How so?

Mac:
He seemed really tense and uncomfortable and he was smiling really hard like this. [imitates Wilt's strained grin] And he was getting really confused about stuff. Like, he put potato salad in someone's lemonade.

Bloo:
POISONED PEOPLE!

Nina:
Mm-hmm... was there anything that might have been triggering this strange behavior? Anything someone was doing or saying?

Mac:
I don't think so. I was just asking about his creator. I mean, who is his creator anyway?

Bloo:
Al Capone! No… Attila the Hut!

Frankie:
Heck if I know. Did you know that in all the years Wilt has been at the house, Wilt's creator hasn't even once come to the reunion?

Nina:
Never?

Frankie:
Nope. Nobody even knows who he or she is.

Nina:
Well, we're going to find out.

Adam:
Thank goodness the internet does not offer anyone any privacy.

Douglas:
I never would have guessed Wilt and his creator were in...Japan!

[The group approaches the arrival/delays board as they arrive at the airport; Most of the flights in and out are marked "delayed"; Flight 724 for Japan shows a blinking "on time" sign and the group rushes towards their designated gate]

Adam:
So, who else wanted first class?

[Cut to the plane flying off towards the sunset]

Bloo:
[offscreen] GODZILLA! WILT'S CREATOR IS GODZILLA!

Frankie:
[offscreen; irritated] WILL YOU GIVE IT A REST, ALREADY?!

Stats:
Oh, my gosh! Wilt, is that you?

Wilt:
Stats? Stats!

Stats:
Wilt, it's been so long! So, tell me, what brings you back to the hood?

Wilt:
I've come to see Larry. [walks into a basketball court] Foul Larry!

Foul Larry:
Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Sore Loser. You're late.

Wilt:
Sorry. But I had some things to take care of.

Foul Larry:
It's been 30 years since I whoop your behind. Come back for more?

Wilt:
No thanks. You know what I'm here for, Foul Larry, if that's okay.

Foul Larry:
A rematch, huh? 'Nother game of 2-on-2? [mocking gasp] Oh, wait! That's right. Your little creator has gone away and left you all alone. [mocking baby talk] Hee hee hee...What do you think you gon' do? You think if you beat me he'll forgive you? He'll take you back? Well, forget it! He don't want you no more! And you know why? 'Cause you let him down. 'Cause you're a loser!

Wilt:
Why don't you prove it? [unties his hobo bindle, revealing a red, white, and blue basketball] Is that okay?

Foul Larry:
[takes off his robe and throws it aside; approaches Wilt at the center of the court, showing that he's taller than him] Scared, shorty?

Wilt:
Ready when you are!

Wilt:
[remorsefully] I lost again. I can't believe I lost again. Now he'll never forgive me.

Jordan:
Wilt? I'm sorry, but, are you okay?

Wilt:
Jordan?

[Jordan helps his imaginary friend get back up on his feet and the group appears from offscreen]

Foster Gang:
Wilt!

Wilt:
[surprised] Wha… Guys?! How did you… when did… What are you doing here?

Eduardo:
We have been so mucho worried about you!

Frankie:
We've been following you for days!

Mac:
But you were, like, running all over the place!

Jordan:
I didn't even know until Stats told me. And your arm and your eye. It was all my fault. I looked everywhere for you, but you disappeared. If I hadn't been so obsessed about that game, you never would have gotten hurt and I never would have lost you. Losing had taught me something, winning isn't everything. Your friends, the people you loved, that's the most important. That's worth sacrificing yourself for. I created you to make me a better ball player, but instead, you made me a better person. I can't thank you enough.

Wilt:
There's no need.