"Mac, Mac, Mac," Bloo says, shaking his head in shame. "You are so immature. Always thinking about what people would like instead of ways to mess with them. Poor, poor Mac."
"Ok, then what do you suggest?"
Herriman raised a hand and one finger. "I propose we all have a nice cup of tea and allow Miss Frances to...'speed..date' in peace. She will tell us all about it upon her return." He hopped back to his office.
"Ok, mr. Herriman, we'll have some tea." Bloo said, shaking his head and mouthing 'no, we won't' at Mac. As soon as the door to the office closed, Bloo tried to push Mac out the door. But since he was significantly heavier and better able to resist now, he didn't budge.
"Bloo? What are you doing?"
"I'm TRYING to push you out the door so you can sign up for that speed-dating thing and totally blow Frankie's mind!"
"How would I blow her mind?"
He stopped pushing and looked up at him like he was some kinda dumbass. "By being OLDER? Uh duh! Now get...MM! GOING!!"
"Bloo, this plan is stupid. Just showing Frankie I look older isn't going to do anything. Once I tell her it's me and that one of Goo's friends did this..."
"Hey Bloo!" Goo said, waving.
"...she'll just tell me to go back and get young again." Bloo stopped pushing.
"Who said we had to tell her it's you? Or that an imaginary friend did this to you? And who the heck is this 'Mac' or whatever that you speak of? No one i've ever met, and you know what I say. If I don't know them, they don't exist." Mac scowled. "What? It'll be fun! Besides, she's dressed up in the black dress we like agaaaiinn."
Mac grinned a scheming grin along with Bloo.
LATER!!
Frankie sighed her way through another lonely guy with issues, as she checked her watch.
"Oh, great. Only two more hours to go. Ugh! Why did I listen to Grandma about this? She hasn't had a date in like, five years. Gawd, why won't this guy shut up about his stupid dogs?!"
She banged her head on the table in frustration, and the dog-lover across from her didn't notice. The timer bell dinged, and the hostess announced that it was time to switch.
"Finally!" Frankie sighed, not caring if the guy heard her. "Jeez, I swear if this next guy likes animals half as much as that guy, i'll kill him." The dog-lover stood and went to another table and was replaced by a nice-looking man dressed in casual but decent clothes. Frankie smiled at him, and he returned it. He tried to speak a couple times, but seemed shy. Frankie thought it was sweet, until...
"Do you, uh...like dogs? Because I love dogs! All kinds and breeds, which are not the same thing, you know. You see a breed is a..."
Frankie banged her head, nearly giving herself a concussion. 'Anything to end the pain', she thought. Finally, the timer dinged again, and Frankie almost cried tears of joy. When the next guy came and sat down, she squinted at him.
"You look familiar," she said. |