[ SLOW ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS ] [ TEMPO QUICKENS ]
[ WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYS ]
Ed: [ SOBBING ] Bloo: [ SIGHS ]
[ SHRIEKS ] [ SCREAMS ]
WHERE IS HE?!
4:00, AND ALL'S WELL.
[ CLOCK RINGING ] [ WHIP! ]
AAH!
4:00 AND ALL'S NOT WELL!
ALL'S NOT WELL! HE-- Bloo: SHH! YOU HAVE TO STOP!
WHEN MAC FIRST DROPPED ME OFF AT FOSTER'S, HE MADE A DEAL THAT AS
LONG AS HE COMES TO VISIT EVERY DAY BY 3:00, I CAN'T GET
ADOPTED!
EXCEPT IT'S PAST 3:00, AND IF HERRIMAN HEARS YOU, HE'S GONNA
KNOW IT'S PAST 3:00, AND HE'S GONNA REALIZE MAC'S NOT HERE,
AND I'M GONNA BE A GONER!
BUT HERRIMAN ALREADY KNOWS.
I HEARD HIM ON THE PHONE WITH MAC JUST NOW.
Bloo: YOU WHAT?!
[ DOORBELL RINGS ] [ SLURPING ]
WELL, HI, THERE.
WE'RE HERE TO SEE MR. HERRIMAN ABOUT AN IMAGINARY FRIEND.
Bloo: [ SCREAMS ] [ EXHALES SHARPLY, SNIFFS ]
Mr. Herriman: THANK YOU, ONCE AGAIN, FOR ARRIVING POSTHASTE.
OF COURSE.
OUR LITTLE IAN CAN'T WAIT TO GET AN IMAGINARY FRIEND.
Mr. Herriman: YES.
WELL, A NEW FRIEND RECENTLY BECAME AVAILABLE THAT SEEMED TO
MATCH YOUR APPLICATION PERFECTLY.
IS HE SHORT AND SQUISHY, WITH A ROUND TOP AND FLAT ON THE
BOTTOM?
AND DOES HE GOT EYES AND A MOUTH, BUT NO NOSE?
I DON'T LIKE NOSES.
Mr. Herriman: I ASSURE YOU, THIS FRIEND IS DISTINCTLY
WITHOUT NASAL CAVITIES.
AND BLUE?
IAN JUST LOVES THE COLOR BLUE.
Mr. Herriman: OH, YES.
HE IS DEFINITELY BLUE.
Bloo: QUICK, HELP ME HIDE!
[ WHIP! ] Wilt: OH!
Bloo: HERRIMAN'S TRYING TO ADOPT ME!
Coco: [ SQUAWKS ] Bloo: YEAH, EXCEPT MAC NEVER
SHOWED, AND NOW HERRIMAN'S GOT THIS FAMILY --
Mr. Herriman: AHA!
THERE HE IS.
Bloo: YOU WIN, HERRIMAN.
YOU GOT ME.
Mr. Herriman: MASTER BLOOREGARD.
Bloo: IT'S OKAY.
I'LL GO PEACEFULLY.
DEAR COCO, HOW I'LL MISS YOUR SWEET, ANGELIC VOICE.
Coco: [ SQUAWKS ] Bloo: AND WILT, I'LL NEVER
FORGET YOUR KINDNESS AND HOW YOU DIDN'T EVEN GET MAD WHEN I TOLD
YOU I RUINED ALL YOUR SOCKS.
Wilt: I'M SORRY, BUT YOU DID WHAT?!
Bloo: AND ED -- DEAR, DEAR ED, NEVER WILL I FORGET HOW
RIGHT BEFORE I LEFT, YOU GAVE ME YOUR LIFE SAVINGS.
Ed: I DID?!
Mr. Herriman: MASTER BLOOREGARD, I MUST INTERJECT.
Bloo: PLEASE, LET'S NOT MAKE THIS ANY MORE PAINFUL THAN IT
HAS TO BE.
I'LL GO WITH BILLY.
IT'S IAN.
Bloo: SHH, BILLY.
DON'T INTERRUPT.
Mr. Herriman: MASTER BLOOREGARD, THIS CHILD DOES NOT
WISH TO ADOPT YOU.
HE WISHES TO ADOPT NO-NOSE NED.
YES!
WOW! AND I JUST GOT HERE, TOO.
THANKS FOR LETTING ME HANG OUT IN YOUR ROOM, GUYS.
COME ON, BOYS.
LET'S GO HOME.
Bloo: BUT I DON'T GET IT.
MAC WASN'T HERE BY 3:00, AND I THOUGHT --
Mr. Herriman: MASTER MAC HAD EXTENUATING CIRCUMSTANCES THAT
PREVENTED HIM FROM VISITING FOSTER'S TODAY.
SINCE HE SHOWED THE PROPER FORETHOUGHT TO TELEPHONE AND
EXPLAIN HIS SITUATION, I DECIDED TO, AS THE KIDS SAY, LET IT
SLIDE.
IN ANY CASE, MASTER MAC SHALL BE BACK TOMORROW.
Bloo: HA!
I KNEW HE WOULDN'T ABANDON ME.
WHAT'S MAC SO BUSY DOING, ANYWAY?
Mr. Herriman: HE'S PACKING UP HIS BELONGINGS TO MOVE.
All: WHAT?!
Mr. Herriman: APPARENTLY, HIS MOTHER RECEIVED A NEW JOB, AND
THEY'VE DECIDED TO RELOCATE.
I TRIED EXPLAINING WHAT A HORRIBLE, TRAGIC EFFECT THIS
WOULD HAVE ON THE HOUSE, BUT HE INSISTED THE SITUATION WAS
BEYOND HIS CONTROL.
UH, EXCUSE ME.
CAN YOU HELP US GET OUT OF HERE?
THESE HALLWAYS ARE JUST IMPOSSIBLE.
Mr. Herriman: OH, BUT OF COURSE.
Coco: [ SQUAWKS ] Bloo: HOW COULD HE NOT TELL
YOU?!
HOW COULD HE NOT TELL ME?!
I'M HIS BEST FRIEND!
Wilt: I'M SORRY, BUT MAYBE MAC WANTED TO TELL US, BUT IT
WAS TOO HARD FOR HIM.
I MEAN, HE PROBABLY KNEW IF HE DID TELL US, ED WOULD START
CRYING.
Ed: [ SOBBING ] Wilt: COCO WOULD START
EATING.
Coco: [ SQUAWKS, CHOMPING ] Wilt: AND ALL YOU'D DO IS
YELL AT HIM.
Bloo: YOU BET I'M GONNA YELL AT HIM!
Wilt: I'M SORRY, BLOO, BUT IF TOMORROW REALLY IS MAX'S LAST
DAY, DO YOU WANT HIS LAST MEMORY TO BE OF YOU YELLING AT HIM?
Bloo: YOU'RE RIGHT, WILT.
YELLING WON'T DO ANY GOOD.
I'M GONNA HAVE TO KILL HIM.
Wilt: UM, I'M SORRY, BUT THAT'S NOT EXACTLY WHAT I WAS...
Bloo: I'LL KILL HIM, AND THEN HE CAN'T MOVE AWAY, BECAUSE
HE'LL BE DEAD.
AND I'LL VISIT HIM EVERY DAY AT HIS GRAVE.
AHA! THIS OUGHT TO DO THE JOB!
[ TINK! ] MAC THINKS HE CAN MOVE AWAY FROM
ME?
NOBODY MOVES AWAY FROM ME!
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?
[ GLASS SHATTERS ] WHOOPSIE!
Mac: YOU BIG JERK!
Bloo: [ SIGHS ] WHO AM I KIDDING?
I CAN'T KILL MAC.
HE'S GOT ENOUGH PROBLEMS AS IT IS.
OH, MAC...
I REALLY WISH WE HAD TAKEN MORE PHOTOS TOGETHER.
Wilt.
Wilt!
Wi-i-i-i-i-i-i-lt!
[ POINK! ] I WAS THINKING, WILT, AND YOU'RE
RIGHT.
MAC'S LAST DAY AT FOSTER'S SHOULD BE A HAPPY ONE.
AND TOMORROW, I'M GONNA GIVE AN AWARD-WINNING PERFORMANCE AS THE
BEST FRIEND EVER.
NO MORE WHINING OR COMPLAINING WHEN I DON'T GET MY WAY.
IT'S GONNA BE MAC'S WAY ALL THE WAY.
BOY, ALL THIS TALKING REALLY MADE MY THROAT PARCHED.
YOU MIND GOING DOWNSTAIRS AND GETTING ME A GLASS OF WATER?
YEP. IT'S A BRAND-NEW BLOO.
3:00, AND ALL'S WELL.
[ DOORBELL RINGS ] [ DING! ]
[ THUDS ] [ SCRATCHES ]
[ WHISH! WHISH! ] [ SQUEAK! ]
[ TING! ] Bloo: MAC!
COME ON IN, OLD BUDDY, OLD PAL!
CAN I GET YOU ANYTHING?
JUICE BOX, MAGAZINE, HERBAL FOOT MASSAGE?
Mac: WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
Bloo: NOTHING.
I'M JUST BEING MY NORMAL, POLITE, CONSIDERATE,
HAPPY-GO-LUCKY SELF.
Mac: LOOK, BLOO, IT'S GREAT YOU'RE IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD, BUT
THERE'S SOMETHING I HAVE TO -- Bloo: YOU'RE MOVING.
I KNOW. HERRIMAN TOLD US.
Mac: HE DID?
[ TINK! TINK! ] WOW!
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE NOT MAD.
I MEAN, I THOUGHT YOU'D WANT TO KILL ME.
Bloo: [ LAUGHING NERVOUSLY ] KILL YOU?! PLEASE!
YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T KNOW YOUR BESTEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE
WORLD AT ALL.
I DON'T HAVE A MEAN BONE IN MY BODY!
[ STOMPING ] Ed: UM, EXCUSE ME, SEÑOR MAC.
Bloo: ED, GET OUT OF HERE!
CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE TRYING TO MAKE MEMORIES THAT WILL LAST A
LIFETIME?!
[ TINK! ] I MEAN, UH...
THAT'S WHAT I WOULD SAY IF I WERE A GIANT, HUMONGOUS JERK!
[ LAUGHS ] WHICH I'M NOT.
WHICH YOU'LL REMEMBER, ALWAYS.
Mac: WHAT IS IT, ED?
Ed: MR. HERRIMAN -- HE TELL US THE NEWS, AND SO I WANT TO --
EXCUSE ME, POR FAVOR!
[ CRYING ] Bloo: WHEW!
I THOUGHT HE'D NEVER LEAVE.
SO, MAC, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO TODAY?
Mac: WAIT. YOU'RE ASKING ME?
Bloo: I SU-U-U-RE AM.
Mac: YOU DON'T HAVE SOMETHING PLANNED?
BUT YOU ALWAYS HAVE SOMETHING PLANNED.
Bloo: THAT'S RIGHT.
BUT TODAY IS YOUR DAY TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO.
AND I'M GONNA LOVE IT, TOO, BECAUSE THAT'S JUST THE KIND OF
BEST FRIEND I AM!
Mac: I GUESS YOU'RE RIGHT.
I SHOULD DO SOMETHING REALLY SPECIAL TODAY.
I MEAN, TOMORROW, EVERYTHING WILL BE DIFFERENT.
Bloo: YOU GOT IT.
WELL, SO, NOW, WHAT'LL IT BE?
Mac: UH, I DON'T KNOW.
LET'S PLAY BASKETBALL WITH WILT.
Bloo: BASKETBALL?!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
BUT I HATE...
[ POINK! ] ...THAT I DIDN'T THINK OF SUCH A
WONDERFUL IDEA.
Mac: WOW, WILT.
I CAN'T BELIEVE THE WHOLE TIME I'VE BEEN COMING TO FOSTER'S
WE'VE NEVER PLAYED ONE-ON-ONE.
Bloo: OR BETTER YET, ONE-ON-ONE-ON-ONE.
[ WHIP! WHIP! ] [ THUD! ]
OHHH.
[ WHIP! THUMP! ] Mac: MAYBE YOU SHOULD REST UP
AND GET NEXT GAME.
Bloo: OH, SURE, MAC.
WHATEVER YOU SAY.
[ BUZZ! ] [ BOING! ]
[ WHIP! WHIP! ] [ WHIP! WHIP! ]
[ SQUEAK! SQUEAK! ] [ CRANK! ]
[ SQUEAK! SQUEAK! ] [ SQUEAK! SQUEAK! ]
[ WHIP! ] [ WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! ]
[ ZIP! ] Bloo: YES! MY TURN!
Mac: BUT, BLOO, WE CAN'T STOP NOW.
IT'S ALL TIED UP.
Bloo: OF COURSE.
WHAT SUPERNICE, CONSIDERATE GUY WOULD HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT?
[ ZIP! ] [ BUZZ! ]
[ BASKETBALL DRIBBLING ] Wilt and Mac: TRIPLE
OVERTIME!
[ WHIP! ] QUINTUPLE OVERTIME!
[ THUMP! ] [ BASKETBALL DRIBBLING ]
[ POINK! POINK! ] Bloo: BACK OFF!
NEXT GAME'S MINE.
Coco: [ SQUAWKING ] Bloo: A GOING-AWAY CARD?
WHERE?!
YES! I'M FIRST!
THIS IS PERFECT!
I'LL THINK OF SOMETHING TOTALLY HILARIOUS TO WRITE, AND EVERY
TIME MAC LOOKS AT IT, HE'LL LAUGH AND REMEMBER I'M THE
FUNNIEST GUY HE EVER MET!
[ TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! ] GOT IT!
UNLESS SOMEBODY ELSE WRITES SOMETHING EVEN MORE TOTALLY
HILARIOUS THAN ME AND MAC REMEMBERS HIM AS THE FUNNIEST
GUY HE EVER MET!
NICE TRY, COCO.
BRING IT BACK AFTER EVERYBODY ELSE HAS SIGNED!
AAH! WHERE'S MAC?!
Wilt: OH, I'M SORRY.
THE GAME ENDED.
YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE THE LAST SHOT MAC MADE.
IT BOUNCED WAY -- Bloo: MAC! MAC!
[ BLAM! ] OH, MAC, I THOUGHT I'D NEVER SEE
YOU AGAIN!
Mac: I JUST CAME INSIDE TO GET SOME JUICE.
Bloo: THAT'S SMART -- HYDRATE, BECAUSE NOW IT'S JUST
YOU AND ME, AND WE ARE GOING TO --
[ BLAM! ] Madame Foster: STARS AND
BARTERS!
THERE YOU ARE!
DEARY, I HEARD YOUR HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE NEWS, AND TO MAKE YOU
FEEL BETTER, I MADE SOME OF MY FAMOUS COOKIES.
Mac: YOU MEAN THE COOKIES YOU ONLY MAKE ONCE A YEAR?
I REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE SELLING THEM.
THEY SMELLED AMAZING.
Bloo: EXCEPT POOR MAC HERE CAN'T HAVE ANY BECAUSE HE CAN'T
HAVE SUGAR, SO WE'LL BE GOING.
Madame Foster: EXCEPT THIS IS A NEW SUGAR-FREE RECIPE.
TRY ONE.
[ MUNCH! ] [ BO-O-O-ING! ]
Mac: WOW!
Madame Foster: [ LAUGHS ] DON'T CHEW SO FAST, NOW.
YOU WANT TO SAVOR EACH AND EVERY BITE.
SLOWER.
[ MUNCH! MUNCH! ] [ WHAP! ]
SLOWER.
[ MUNCH! ] [ GULP! ]
NOW ANOTHER BITE -- SMALLER, SMALLER.
THAT'S IT.
[ MUNCH! ] [ MUNCH! ]
[ WHAP! WHAP! ] Bloo: OHH!
[ SNAP! ] [ ZIP! THUD! ]
[ GULP! ] FINISHED! LET'S GO.
Madame Foster: OH, BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE JUST ONE.
I MADE THIS WHOLE BATCH.
Bloo: BUT THAT'S GOING TO TAKE FOREVER!
HERE!
[ SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ] [ GLUG! ]
[ GASPING ] DONE.
WHEW!
THAT WAS A LOT OF CHEWING.
[ PANTING ] TOOK MY...BREATH...AWAY.
OHH.
LET ME JUST CLOSE MY EYES FOR A SECOND HERE.
4:00, AND ALL'S WELL!
[ CLOCK RINGING ] Bloo: 4:00! AAH!
COOKIE COMA!
MAC! MAC!
[ SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! ] [ SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! ]
MAC! WHEW!
THERE YOU ARE.
Mac: BLOO, GET OUT OF THE WAY.
Bloo: HUH?
OH, IT'S-A TOO LATE.
HE'S ALREADY RUINED THE PANTING.
Coco: [ SQUAWKING ] PAINT ANOTHER PICTURE?
IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO CREATE THE PERFECT MASTERPIECE LIKE THE ONE
I JUST-A DID, UNLESS YOU ARE A GENIUS LIKE ME,
LEONARDO DILYCHEE.
Mac: DO YOU MIND, BLOO?
Bloo: [ CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY ] WHATEVER YOU SAY, MAC.
[ SPLAT! ] ARE YOU FINISHED YET?
Shh!
YOU CANNOT-A RUSH THE MASTER, EH?
[ TICKING ] Bloo: FINISHED NOW?
NO! AND THE WINDING OF THE CLOCK WILL NOT MAKE-A ME GO ANY
FASTER!
[ TICKING ] [ POINK! ]
[ CLANG! ] [ CRASH! ]
[ SPLAT! ] FINISSIMO!
Bloo: YOU'RE FINISHED?!
SERIOUSLY?!
Mac: WOW, LEONARDO, THAT'S INCREDIBLE!
Coco: [ SQUAWKING ] Bloo: EVERYBODY LIKES IT.
GREAT. THEN, COCO, YOU TAKE THIS, AND I'LL TAKE MAC.
Coco: [ SQUAWKING ] Mac: NO, COCO, I CAN'T TAKE
IT.
YOU SHOULD HAVE IT.
Coco: [ SQUAWKING ] Mac: NO, REALLY, I INSIST.
Bloo: WILL ONE OF YOU JUST TAKE THE DUMB PAINTING?!
HOLD ONTO YOUR HORSES.
THERE'S NO NEED TO FIGHT.
I'LL JUST-A PAINT ANOTHER ONE, SO YOU CAN BOTH-A HAVE A
ONE-OF-A-KIND ORIGINAL.
[ CLANG! ] Mac: YES!
[ SPLAT! ] [ ZIP! ]
AND FINISSIMO!
Bloo: THERE.
YOU BOTH GOT ONE.
NOW, COME ON!
YOU AGAIN!
WHAT DO YOU WANT?!
[ POINK! ] I MEAN, GOOD WELCOME TO YOU,
FRIEND.
[ POINK! ] Ed: SEÑOR MAC, I'M SORRY I
RAN AWAY BEFORE, BUT I WANT TO GIVE YOU THIS PRESENT BECAUSE
YOU -- UM, YOU MUST EXCUSE ME AGAIN!
[ SOBBING ] Bloo: COME BACK AGAIN
SOMETIME!
[ SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! ] [ WHIP! ]
[ SQUEAK! SQUEAK! PATTER! ] FINALLY, SOME TIME TO OURSELVES.
Bloppy Pants: M-MAC, THE BAND AND I HEARD YOUR NEWS, AND WE
WERE WONDERING I-IF YOU'D LIKE TO HELP US WRITE A NEW HIT SONG.
Mac: YEAH!
Bloo: NO WAY!
ALL DAY LONG, I'VE BEEN MR. SMILING NICE GUY, DOING
EVERYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO DO, BUT NO MORE!
WE'RE DOING WHAT I WANT TO DO, AND YOU GUYS CAN GET LOST!
Mac: BUT, BLOO, YOU DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING.
Bloo: WRONG! I JUST DIDN'T THINK OF ANYTHING TO DO!
THERE'S PLENTY WE CAN DO!
WE CAN -- WE CAN -- WE CAN -- [ CLOCK RINGING ]
5:00, AND ALL'S WELL!
Bloo: WILL YOU BE QUIET?!
SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO THINK!
[ Z-Z-Z-ZIP! ] Mac: LOOK, I'VE ONLY GOT ONE
HOUR LEFT BEFORE I'VE GOT TO GO HOME, AND NO OFFENSE, BUT I WANT
TO SPEND THAT HOUR DOING STUFF I'VE NEVER DONE BEFORE, LIKE
WRITE A SONG WITH PIZZA PARTY.
Bloo: BUT WE CAN DO STUFF WE'VE NEVER DONE BEFORE, LIKE --
LIKE...
Mac: HOW ABOUT THIS?
WHEN YOU THINK OF SOMETHING, COME FIND ME AND WE'LL DO IT.
OKAY?
NOW LET'S JAM!
[ DRAMATIC CHORD PLAYS ] [ ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ]
Bloo: MAC, I GOT IT!
WE'LL MAKE OUR VERY OWN MOVIE!
Mac: WE ALREADY MADE A MOVIE.
IT WAS CALLED "T-REXATRON ALIEN WOLF III, A PREQUEL IN TIME:
THE UNRELENTING."
Bloo: NO, DOESN'T RING A BELL.
SOUNDS AWESOME, THOUGH.
[ DANCE MUSIC PLAYS ] WELL, ALL RIGHT, I GOT IT THIS
TIME, MAC.
WE'LL FIND THE FOSTER'S TREASURE!
Mac: SORRY, BLOO.
WE DID THAT, TOO.
WHY DID THE FARMER GET SO MANY AWARDS?
BECAUSE HE WAS "OUTSTANDING" IN HIS FIELD.
OH, I GOT A FARMER JOKE.
WHY DON'T CORN LIKE FARMERS?
BECAUSE HE PICKS THEIR EARS.
[ SPLAT! ] [ SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! ]
Mac: [ LAUGHING ] Bloo: HERE'S SOMETHING WE
NEVER DONE BEFORE.
Mac: UH, YES, WE HAVE, WAY TOO MUCH.
Wilt: SORRY, MAC.
I TRIED TO TELL HIM.
[ ZIP! ] Bloo: OKAY, OKAY, OKAY, OKAY!
WELL, HOW ABOUT WE PLAY WITH THE SQUEAKY ELEPHANT?
[ SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! ] [ SQUEAK! SQUEAK! ]
OR WE CAN START A NEWSPAPER OR GO TO THE MALL OR GO CAMPING OR
BUILD AN INDOOR WATERSLIDE OR POST EMBARRASSING FOOTAGE OF
HERRIMAN ON THE INTERNET OR GO TO EUROPE!
Mac: BLOO, WE DID ALL THOSE THINGS, TOO, EXCEPT EUROPE.
Bloo: THEN THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO DO!
[ WHIP! ] [ SLOOP! ]
THAT'S IT!
THERE'S ONLY ONE THING LEFT TO DO WHEN THERE'S NOTHING ELSE
LEFT TO DO, WHEN YOU'VE ABSOLUTELY RUN OUT OF EVERY
SINGLE IDEA THERE IS.
MAC, OLD BUDDY, OLD PAL, WE'RE GOING TO JUMP THE SHARK!
Mac: YES!
[ SLAP! ]
Bloo: SEE ANY?
Mac: NOPE. YOU?
COME ON, YOU DUMB SHARKS.
HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO JUMP YOU IF YOU WON'T SHOW YOURSELVES?!
Frankie: UH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Bloo: FRANKIE, QUICK, GET IN THE POOL AND THRASH AROUND LIKE
YOU CAN'T SWIM.
THEN, WHILE THE SHARKS ARE EATING YOU, WE CAN JUMP THEM.
Frankie: THERE AREN'T ANY SHARKS IN THERE.
Bloo: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
WHAT KIND OF FRESHWATER POOL DOESN'T HAVE SHARKS?!
ALL RIGHT, I'LL FIND A SHARK.
IN THE MEANTIME, YOU BUILD THE RAMP AND GET MOTORCYCLES SO WE
CAN JUMP THEM.
Mac: I DON'T KNOW, BLOO.
THIS IS STARTING TO SOUND COMPLICATED.
Bloo: YEAH, COMPLICATEDLY AWESOME!
Frankie: WELL, WHEN YOU GUYS ARE FINISHED, I NEED TO SEE MAC
ALONE.
Mac: SEE ME? ALONE?
♪ AAHHHH Mac: YOU CAN SEE ME NOW.
Frankie: OKAY.
[ ZIP! ] Bloo: GREAT IDEA, MAC!
YOUR BEST BUDDY WILL SET IT ALL UP HIMSELF.
THEN IT'LL BE EVEN MORE COMPLICATEDLY AWESOMER WHEN YOU
SEE IT ALL PUT TOGETHER!
[ SPLASH! ] Mac: SO, I GUESS YOU HEARD
ABOUT MY MOVE.
Frankie: YEAH, WILT AND ED TOLD ME.
THAT'S KIND OF WHY I WANTED TO SEE YOU.
[ GULP! ] Mac: IT IS?
Frankie: YEAH. THERE'S SOMETHING I WANTED TO SAY TO
YOU.
Mac: [ Thinking ] SAY?
WHAT COULD FRANKIE WANT TO SAY TO ME ALONE, UNLESS...
[ GASPS ] ...SHE LOVES ME!
PLEASE, CONTINUE.
Frankie: ACTUALLY, IT'S KIND OF SOMETHING I WANTED TO GIVE
YOU.
Mac: [ Thinking ] GIVE ME?
WHAT COULD FRANKIE WANT TO GIVE ME, UNLESS...
[ GASPS ] ...SHE'S GONNA KISS ME!
Frankie: BUT I'M AFRAID YOU'LL GET MAD.
Mac: I WON'T GET MAD.
Frankie: YOU PROMISE?
ALL RIGHT.
HERE GOES.
[ DOOR OPENS ] All: SURPRISE!
Frankie: SORRY, MAC.
I KNOW YOU HATE SURPRISE PARTIES, BUT I COULDN'T RESIST.
[ THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! ] Ed: FOR YOU.
IT IS AN ONION CASSEROLE.
I TRIED TO GIVE IT TO YOU BEFORE, BUT THE SMELL -- IT KEPT
MAKING ME CRY MUY, MUY MUCH, AND THEN I HAD TO RUN AWAY TO WIPE
MY NOSE.
Mac: [ CRYING ] THANKS...ED.
Bloo: HELLO, AQUARIUM.
YES, I'D LIKE TO RENT A SHARK FOR 4 SECONDS, ALTHOUGH WE MAY
WANT TO JUMP IT TWICE -- BETTER MAKE IT 8 -- HELLO?
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET A SHARK IF I KEEP GETTING DISCONNECTED?!
5:30, AND ALL'S WELL.
[ CLOCK RINGING ] 5:30 -- A HALF-HOUR TILL MAC
LEAVES.
[ ZIP! THUD! ] Bloo: WILL YOU CUT IT OUT?!
I HAVE ENOUGH PRESSURE WITHOUT A TICKING CLOCK!
[ WHIP! SPROING! ] [ GASPS ]
YOU -- COME WITH ME!
♪ SHOULD OLD ACQUAINTANCES BE FORGOT ♪
♪ BUT IF YOU DON'T TO FORGET THEM, ONE TRICK IS TO SAY THEIR
NAME IN YOUR HEAD OVER AND OVER ♪
♪ LIKE, "MAC, MAC, MAC, MAC, MAC, MAC, MAC" ♪
♪ OR THINK OF A RHYME LIKE "BACK" RHYMES WITH "MAC" OR
"YAK" OR "FLAPJACK" ♪ EVERYBODY TOGETHER NOW!
♪ THE CONNECTICUT RIVER RUNS THROUGH CONNECTICUT ♪
♪ BUT ALSO MAINE, NEW HAMPSHIRE, VERMONT, AND MASSACHUSETTS,
TOO! ♪ [ SINGING INDISTINCTLY ]
[ POUND! POUND! POUND! ] Bloo: THERE.
THAT OUGHT TO DO THE TRICK.
OH!
THAT'S OKAY.
I CAN BUILD ANOTHER RAMP.
AT LEAST I'VE STILL GOT THE MOTORCYCLES.
WHERE ARE THOSE SOLID GOLD BARS YOU PROMISED US, ANYWAY?
Bloo: ALL IN GOOD TIME, MILADIES.
[ CELLPHONE RINGS ] HELLO. FLO HERE.
HUH. YOU DON'T SAY.
THAT WAS FOSTER.
SHE SAID THERE'S A HUGE PARTY INSIDE THE HOUSE.
PARTIES?
I LOVE PARTIES!
[ BOING! BOING! ] LET'S GO!
Bloo: NO, WAIT! COME BACK!
[ INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS ] Mac: [ INHALES DEEPLY ]
6:00, AND ALL'S NOT WELL.
Mac: SORRY, GUYS.
I GOT TO GO HOME.
All: OHH!
[ BLAM! ] Bloo: YOU'RE NOT GOING
ANYWHERE!
Mac: BLOO?
Bloo: AND YOU KNOW WHY YOU'RE NOT GOING?
BECAUSE WE ARE GOING TO JUMP THE SHARK.
[ TINK! ] TA-DA!
Mac: BLOO, THAT'S NOT A SHARK.
Bloo: I'M DOING THE BEST I CAN!
NOW LET ME GET THIS MOTORCYCLE.
[ DING! DING! ] Ed: BLOO, THAT IS NO
MOTORCYCLE -- THAT IS MY TRICYCLE THAT YOU TAKE WITHOUT
ASKING!
Bloo: AAH!
[ Z-Z-Z-ZIP! ] OH, YEAH?
WELL, I DON'T NEED IT, ANYWAY!
I'LL JUST RUN AND -- Mr. Herriman: THERE'S NO
RUNNING IN THE HOUSE.
Bloo: THEN I'LL -- I'LL -- I'LL WALK AND JUMP THE SHARK!
[ SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! ] AAH!
[ GRUNTING ] HOLD ON!
UGH!
I CAN DO IT!
LET ME JUST GET THIS OFF!
AAH! UGH!
UGH!
Coco: [ SQUAWKING ] Bloo: THE CARD.
[ POP! ] COCO, YOU'RE A LIFESAVER.
I CAN STILL WRITE A TOTALLY HILARIOUS THING, AND MAC WILL
LOVE ME FOREVER!
CARD?
I NO GET TO SIGN-A THE CARD.
[ SCRIBBLE! SCRIBBLE! ] Bloo: NO ROOM -- THERE'S NO
ROOM FOR ME.
FINE.
THEN I'LL JUST WRITE ON THE FRONT.
"DEAR MAC, GOODBYE FOREVER, YOU BIG JERK!"
UGH!
[ WHAP! ] Mac: "GOODBYE FOREVER"?
Bloo: THAT'S RIGHT.
ALL DAY, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO BE THE BEST FRIEND EVER AND DO
WHATEVER YOU WANT ME TO DO SO YOU'LL REMEMBER ME FONDLY.
BUT ALL YOU WANTED TO DO WAS NOT HANG OUT WITH ME.
AND NOW YOU'RE MOVING AWAY AND I'LL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN AND
YOUR LAST MEMORY IS GONNA BE OF ME YELLING AT YOU, JUST LIKE
WILT SAID!
[ SOBBING ] Mac: BLOO, I'M NOT MOVING
AWAY.
All: WHAT?!
Bloo: BUT I SAW YOU WITH BOXES, AND MR. HERRIMAN SAID --
Mac: NO, I MEAN, I'M MOVING, BUT 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: THEN WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU TALKING ABOUT A TRAGEDY?!
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: [ LAUGHS ] NOW WE'RE BROTHER-ROOMIES!
All: AAAAAAAH!
Wilt: I'M SORRY, BUT THIS IS NOT OKAY.
[ WHIP! ] Cheese: OKAY, BYE, DOGGIES.