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Act 1[]
[Frankie and Madame Foster are outside ready for their trip. Mr. Herriman comes out.]
Mr. Herriman: Enjoy your trip. And rest assure that everything will be in perfect order upon your return this evening. [Madame Foster ponders for a moment.] You have my word.
Madame Foster: I'm gonna hold you to it, bunny. Now don't wait up!
[The bunny waves goodbye to the elder. He closes the door to realize Bloo is there. He screams in fright.]
Bloo: Helloooo, Mr. Herriman.
Mr. Herriman: (sigh) Master Blooregard.
Bloo: You left them on the store on your own, huh? Sure you can keep cool and relax for under pressure?
Mr. Herriman: Heh, of course. What do I have to worry about?
Madame Foster: Oh, I almost forgot; No wild parties.
Both: Wild parties?! [they look at each other]
Madame Foster: Ta ta!
Mr Herriman: Master Blooregard, I will have you know I sworn to integrity of this house. I trust you to refrain from your usual numbskull plots and your knuckleheaded shinanegans.
Bloo: Nah, they're really more like hairbrain schemes.
Mr. Herriman: If they were hairbrain, they'd be clever!
Bloo:
[Everyone cheers]
Bloo:
Eduardo:How are you gonna do that?
Bloo:How am I gonna do that? How am I gonna do that?! Seriously, How am I gonna do that? I got nothing.
Eduardo:
Wilt:Have you lost your marbles
Eduardo:
Wilt:
Coco: Coo cococo co co co co co co cocococo!
Wilt:
[later on]
Bloo:This is never gonna work.
Coco: Coco!
Bloo: He's gonna know it's you.
Mr Herriman:
Coco: coco co co co co.
Mr Herriman:Is my refrigerator running?
Coco: Coco co cococo!
Mr Herriman: I better go catch it indeed!
Bloo: I stand corrected. Now let's...
DJ:Get this party started!
[?????]
Bloo:
Imaginary friend: Too sweet?
Bloo:No. Too sour. Needs more sugar.
All:Mac!
Mac: Hey everybody.
Bloo:
Mac:Not really.
Bloo:Yeah me neither.
Mac:
Bloo:Yep.
Mac:
Bloo:Yeah right. I mean yeah right. It was all his idea. I have nothing to do with it. Oh stop with the face. just relax.
Sassyfrass:
Wilt:
Duchess:
Wilt:It's great!
Dancey:
Wilt:
Dancy's sidekick
Wilt:
Dancy:
Wilt:Sure do.
Dancy:
Wilt:Great!
Dancy:You, me. The dance floor. tonight
Wilt:
Dancy:
Wilt:
[????]
Both:Where is he? Bloo!
Bloo:
Mac:
Bloo:Just a sec.
Duchess:That is the problem.
Bloo:
Duchess: [angrily]
Bloo:
Mac:
Bloo:
Mac:
Duchess: I am calling Madame Foster this instant!
Bloo:
CY:
Bloo:
CY:Got it.
Mac:
Bloo:I told you already it's taken care of.
[Meanwhile.]
Mr Herriman:
ACT 2[]
Mac: Look! I don't wanna see you get in trouble again. It's bad for my rep.
Bloo:
Mac:
Bloo:
Mac:No thanks.
Bloo:
Mac:I said no thanks!
[??]
Bloo:
Mac:
Bloo:
Mac:Bloo please. You better stop.
Bloo:
Mac:
Bloo:
Mac:Aahhh! [runs away]
Imaginary friend:That oughta do it.
Mac:Aahh!
[????]
Mac: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-
[???]
Mac: Suuugar... Sugar! SUGARSUGARSUGAAH!!!! [screaming]
Imaginary friend:What's gotten into him?
Bloo:Sugar.
Duchess:
Cy:
Sassyfrass:
Coco: Co?
Sassyfrass: [???]
Coco: Coo.....Coco!
Imaginary friend:
Eduardo:
dancy's sidekick:
Wilt:
Eduardo:
Wilt:
Mac: [sing-song] POUR SOME SUGAR ON MAC!
Fuzzy: Is Mac okay?
Bloo: That kid? Pbbht, he's fine.
Duchess:
Mr Herriman:
Glove friend: Things are getting out of hand!
Bloo: You always say that.
Gummy friend: Your friend ate half my ear.
Bloo: You always say that.
Gummy: No, I don't!
big baby: Look! Mac has gone crazy!
Bloo: Yeah, I know. He gets his way whenever he has sugar. That's why his mom never lets him have any. [takes another sip]
Glove friend:
Bloo:
Gummy friend:
Big baby:
Bloo: Whoa, whoa, relax. Don't you think you're overreacting?
[????]
Bloo: Ah, maybe I should go talk to him. [takes one final sip before throwing the can onto the ground]
Mac:
Duchess:
Madame Foster: Hello?
Mac: EVERYBODYSHOULDCOMEOVERFORAPARTY!!!!!!
Bloo: [takes the phone from Mac] Wrong number! [puts it away] What are you doing?!
Duchess: You sugar coated idiot! You can't even hold on to a phone! You'd ruined everything!
Mac: COCOSAIDNOWGIMMECHOCOLATE!!
Duchess: There will be no chocolates for you!
Mac: Give me my chocolate!
Bloo: Chocolates? You tried to sell us out for Duchess' stupid chocolates?!
Duchess: I have you know they're stupid gourmet chocolates!
Mac: GIMME THE CHOCOLATE!!
Bloo: Man, I don't even know you are anymore. I don't know what made you think it was a good idea to eat sugar, but-
Mac: GIMMEYOURCHOCOLATE!!!!!
Bloo: Maybe the other friends were right. Maybe you are ruining this party.
Mac: EVENYOURUINCHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!
Bloo: You're right. Maybe I do ruin chocolate. Mean that as it may, you're not getting any more.
Mac: DUBBADUB! NO, NO MORE CHOCOLATE?!? HOWDOYOUGIMMECHOCOLATE?!?!?!! [takes the box from Duchess' hands and eats them all]
Bloo: Mac! No!
Mac: [eats the chocolates whole and starts having another sugar rush]
Bloo: Let's just calm down. [Mac makes more noises] Calm down.
Mac: OHMYGOD! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [speeds out of the scene]
Bloo: Mac, you gotta calm down! You gotta calm-
DJ: [finishes Bloo's sentence] Down on the dance floor. Everybody come down on the dance floor!
DJ: Wilt, Dancy, move it like a U-HAUL.
[wilt and dancy dance]
ACT 3[]
Mac: NOOBLY NOOB BLOO! MA KEE KE!
Bloo: Mac! Put the candy down!
Mac: NYAHAHANYAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
[Mac eats both the Fizzy Rocks and drinks the soda]
Mac: ZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEM!!! [Mac blasts out of the scene]
[Mac grabs onto the paper rope, making him fly across the house, making Eduardo's marbles fall.]
Eduardo: WHOA!
[Eduardo's marbles fall on the ground, making Wilt slip-dance.]
Dancy:
[????]
Coco: COCOOO!!
Bloo: MAC!
MR. HERRIMAN: I cannot believe it! I am absolutely outraged!! What made you think you can get away with this? And furthermore--
[????]
Bloo:Surprise?
Mr. Herriman:
Bloo:We been robbed?
Mr. Herriman:
Bloo: Wild party?
Mr Herriman:
Bloo: Oh yeah! well, You gave Madame Foster your word. You gave her your word that you'll be able to handle the house on your own. You gave her your word that everything would be in perfect order upon her return. Your word that there would be no wild parties, Mr. Herriman. Your word! And me keeping my word is clearly depended on you keeping your word, which you clearly couldn't keep.
Mr Herriman: Your point?
Bloo: The house is in shambles, everyone's favorite 8-year old is off tearing through the town in his birthday suit, and you're gonna have to explain to sweet old Madame Foster how it all happened on your watch.
Mr Herriman: (gasps in shock and nearly faints as he realize that Bloo's right)
Bloo: To the Foster's bus!
Eduardo:
Bloo:
[????]
Mr Herriman: Master Bloo, is this quite necessary?
Bloo:Yes.
Mr Herriman:
Bloo:
[????]
BLOO:Hey pal. We okay?
Mac: [with fangs] Suuugar.
Bloo:What's that?
Mac:Suugar! Need sugar!
Bloo:Oh sugar.
Mac:Sugar! Fresh sugar! IT BURNS US! IT BURNS US!
[???]
Mac: [coughs] You said it was sugar!
Bloo: Right. Sugar. Sugar-free. [the friends scream as the light turns red] WILT, BRAKE?
Wilt: Huh? Oh right! Sorry.
Bloo: That was close.
[????]
Eduardo: Hola, Frankie! Oh, I mean, hola, Frankie!
[????]
Bloo:
Madame Foster:
Mr Herriman:
Madame Foster:
Duchess: Madame Foster! Madame Foster! Bloo has thrown a wild party and-
[????]
Mac: [shivers] Sugar...
Duchess: Never mind.
[She leaves as the episode ends.]