Frankie & Terrence A Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends Episode

Frankie & Terrence

A Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends story

Written by Frankie Foster

Quotes

Mr. Herriman: Just what exactly where you two up to?

Mac: Well...ummm ...sir we just saved Frankie's life!

Mr. Herriman: Oh, really? Is that so?

Mac: Yes sir! The cow is stuck down in the field and the bull crashed into Frankie! Terrence here tried to push her in!

Terrence: Liar! {yelling} YOU HEARTLESS ANIMAL! Sir, I would never!

Macl: I can prove it sir.

Narrator: Mr. Herriman looked over at Terrence, and shook his head.

Yogi Bear: ...Yes, sir...I...was told by Mac...to get rid of Terrence, but I didn't want to.

Mac: Me? {laughs} I wouldn't dare!

Frankie: Yes you would! You just want me to be your little slave! Mr. Herriman he is so evil! He wants me to be his girlfriend and I keep telling him no, he won't listen to me!

Narrator: Frankie pondered, scratching her chin then looking at Mac.

Frankiet: You're a terrible liar. Threatening and almost trying to destory me? This is a punishment that WILL NOT go by unaccounted for. You will be sent to jail.

Mac: But sir-

Frankie: No but's Mac. You will stay there forever until I can be your enemy. (kicks him out of Foster's) Run away and never return! I'm never going out on any dates with you! Get outta my life!

“That’s it, I’m outta here!” Mac yelled, grabbing his bag and marching out the door. “Oh, and don’t get trapped your stupid pony-tail trapped in the washing machine, jerk!” he cried, before running off.

And with that, she angrily slammed the door, closing it so hard it almost flew right off it’s hinges. With a whimper Frankie covered her eyes and sank to the floor.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">What the hell? What the hell just happened? she thought bewilderedly. All I wanted to do was help him out, and he just blew up on me! Why...why did...

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">As she remembered all the hateful things Mac said earlier, her tears of sadness quickly transformed to tears of pure rage.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">Maid...just a maid! Why that little...fine! Fine! If that little punk wants to do whatever the hell he wants, then fine! What do I care, anyway? I was right to tell him off! Why do I even let him hang around me? I don't need him! I don't-

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">We see Mac writing a letter to Goo for apology. Then, after 10 minutes, he finished writing. He walked over to Goo’s Room door and slid the letter under. One of Goo’s sad imaginary friends saw the letter, picked it up, goes past the other sad imaginary friends and gave the letter to Goo. When Goo read the letter, she felt a little bit happy, but heartbroken when she learned about something from the letter. She dropped the letter (not by accident) to the floor.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">We now see the letter, which read:

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">Dear Goo,

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">''I’m very sorry for yelling at you. I’ve started realizing that you don’t have any real friends, and you should know that imaginary friends are real like humans. And I’d love to play with you if you promised not to create any more imaginary friends, but I’m afraid that I’m no longer wanted at Foster’s. So I’m afraid this is goodbye, but I’ll always be with you forever. I hope you’ll understand that I won’t be here anymore, but don’t be sad. I’ll come back if I ever have a chance to, but I guess I can’t. So goodbye forever.''

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">Your best friend, Mac

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">Meanwhile, Mac started walking down the halls slowly. He sighed and grew teary-eyed. He then starts to sing, that is, if it was really singing.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">Mac: We met, it seems, such a short time ago

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">You looked at me, needing me so

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">Yet from your sadness

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">Our happiness grew

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">(Mac smiled as he turned his head to the direction of Goo’s Room.)

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">And I found out I needed you too

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">I remember how we used to play

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">(Mac laughed to himself when he thought about that.)

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">I recall those rainy days

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">(Then he frowned again as he walked down the stairs to the main room.)

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">The fire's glow

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">That kept us warm

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">And now I find - we're both alone

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">(Then he sang a bit through the last part as he walked to the front door.)

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">Goodbye may seem forever

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">Farewell is like the end

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">But in my heart’s the memory

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">And there you'll always be

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">Mac stopped at the front door after he ended his sing-talk and looked at the direction of Mr. Herriman, Frankie, Madame Foster, Bloo, Wilt, Coco and Eduardo, hoping that they’d look at him one last before he leaves. Unfortunately, Mac was given a glare from them, and his former friends turned away angrily, giving him the cold shoulder. Mac then puts his head down in sadness and opened the front door, walked out into the night and closed it. Then he slowly starts walking towards the gate. He looked up at the window of Goo’s room and saw Goo watching him leave as tears stream down her face. Mac then resumed walking as the chorus started singing.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">Chorus: Goodbye may seem forever

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">Farewell is like the end

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">But in my heart’s the memory

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">And there you'll always be

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">At the end of the last part that was sung, Mac turned his head to Goo’s room and waved goodbye sadly to Goo as tears streamed down his face. Goo waved goodbye back sadly as she’s still crying. Then, Mac started walking towards home as he sheds lots and lots of tears. When he’s three miles away from the mansion and to his house, he turned his head around and looked at the place he no longer goes to from school.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">“Goodbye, Goo.” Mac said sadly, “Goodbye… for good.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">I’ll get you traitors for this. Mac thought, referring to his former friends (except Goo) as he clenched his fist in anger, as if he’s now wanting revenge.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">Mac sat fuming angrily behind a tree in the park in a blind rage. Stupid Frankie. What did she know? Trying to baby him the second he walked through the front door of Foster's, always trying to pry into his business when he could, especially the stuff he wanted to keep secret the most. Dammit, didn't she ever know when to stop?

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">No.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">Mac's little fists almost turned white he clenched them so tightly in blind fury. Not any more. This was it. He felt as if he had been pushed completely to his limit. At that very moment didn't care about all the threats, all the warning beatings, everything. He just couldn't take it anymore. Mac was just to angry, just so angry at everything right now he just didn't care. Enough was enough. With a look of furious determination the little boy stood up and started racing off downtown, pumping his legs furiously. This was it. He wanted nothing more than to take care of himself.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">“AUGH! That’s it! I give up! I give up!” she cried, throwing up her arms in mock hysterics.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">“Oh, c’mon dearie, don’t throw in the towel yet! Or in this case, the bed sheet.” Someone interrupted with a soft chuckle. Frankie groaned, not caring to look up as she already recognized the speaker.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">“Hi Grandma.” She mumbled, grabbing a stack of clean towels waiting to be folded. Madame Foster, founder and head of Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, slowly hobbled into the laundry room, clucking in mock disapproval.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">“What’s this, trouble with the sheets? Oh, Funny Bunny won’t like that.” She cracked, getting a wan smile out of her granddaughter. As Frankie resumed her towel folding, Madame Foster cocked her head and gave her a concerned look.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">“Oh c’mon Frankie, what’s wrong? Don’t that those lousy old sheets get to you. Where’s your “special helper?” Just get Mac in here and I’m sure you two will have that thing out in a jiffy!”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">“Don't need him. Mac’s not here.” Frankie replied flatly. Madame Foster cocked an eyebrow.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">“What? Odd, that’s not like the little fellow at all. Mac should’ve shown up a while ago.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">“He left early.” Frankie replied again stoically, still concentrating on her folding. Madame Foster shook her head. “He said he hates me and wishes I died. I’m no longer his friend but his enemy.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">Frankie started to cry.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">Bloo: Frankie, do you miss Mac?

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">Frankie: No, Bloo, I do not miss him.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">Wilt: Where is he?

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">Bloo: He's in jail. (to Frankie) You said you don't need him.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">Frankie: You are so right about it. We've not time to look for him. We'll just have to live without him. I hope he'll never be one of us. I decided that Terrence should go out on dates with me since Mac is in jail. I don't need him. I proved to him that we're no longer friends but enemies.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">Frankie: Terrence, how would you like to go out on dates with me since Mac is in jail?

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana">Terrence: Sure, I like to.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; line-height: 23.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #3a3a3a">It wasn't long enough before the police arrived. They took Mac to jail so he could never return to Foster's. He started crying. He hoped Frankie will prove to him that he and Frankie are no longer friends but enemies.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">'''A/N: (in tears) Well, that’s it… (sniffles) The song is “Goodbye May Seem Forever” from “Fox and the Hound” by Disney. Like I said, it’s a very emotional story. Now I feel sad writing it. Remember, send in your reviews. And no flames, please. Well… (sniffles) I guess that’s it. My story’s over. Goodbye, everyone.'''