As Frankie drug him to the Foster's bus (a school bus painted in psycadelic swirls which served as her wheels), she realized that she couldn't take him to his home. Not only would his mother strangle him if she saw him drunk and with someone from Foster's, but he was an adult now! She would just think some lady was bringing in a squatter. They'd get arrested! She considered her options and decided that Foster's was the only place they could go. She drove there, all the while thinking of cruel and almost certainly illegal punishments for Bloo and lesser punishments for Wilt. But mostly for Bloo. She pushed open the doors and walked in with Mac, who had passed out a couple blocks back. Herriman, Eduardo (a big purple furry monster thing), Coco (a bird-palm tree-airplane hybrid) and madame Foster (a short old lady, the only non-imaginary one in the group) stood in the lobby.
"My word! What ever has happened to master Mac?!" Herriman gasped.
"Is senor Mac....muerte?!" Eduardo almost wept.
"Coco co?" Coco clucked to the cadence of 'What's that smell?'
"Bloo got him drunk, no, he'll be fine but don't make too much noise in the morning, and it's wine," Frankie answered in order. "I'm taking him to bed. Grandma, if Bloo shows up tonight, mangle him for me."
"Can do!" the old lady replied cheerfully. Frankie dragged Mac upstairs and layed him down on Bloo's bed. "Mac? Mac, I need you to wake up for a sec, ok?" Mac's eyes cracked open. "How ya feelin', pal?"
"Ugh....I feel like I could kiss you.....ZZZZZ" Frankie blushed a little. Sure he was eight when she last saw him, but if Timen had done this, then he was, for all intents and purposes, 18 years old. He wasn't bad looking, she thought seconds before yelling 'no,no,no,no,no,NO!' to herself. She shook him a little and he opened one eye. "Wha!? Oh, hey, issyou. How's it goin' Frankie?"
"Fine. Look, Mac, I need you to eat something. Can you do that?"
Mac looked at her questioningly, then smiled. "Yeah, I can eat...'something'..." He rolled over and pulled her dress up to her waist. He looked happily at her pink panties. "Izzat the 'something' you want me to eat?" |