[Ub3rD4n]

Well, thanks for all the supportive comments! I'm feeling better now, enough to finish off the story! It's actually easier for me to think up the beginning and ends of a story than the middle, which in my mind is usually something like: "A bunch of stuff happens". Even more so this particular fanfic, since it has no real main story, but a bunch of intersecting ones. It's a wee bit like Cheese A Go-Go in that respect (except for the subplot about chasing Cheese around. It's not at all like Cheese A Go Go in that respect). So, this fanfic was kinda hard for me. Still fun, but harder, so that would be my official excuse for the last couple of chapters.

In response to James Withaness, my reason for Bloo doing the whole thing he did in the first chapter is cause I believe that Bloo does care about his friends, he just is easily distracted, and often takes them for granted. But when someone is attacking his friends, and he doesn't have anything better to do, Bloo will be there. Of course, there is also plenty of evidence for your point of view. I'm sure noone is gonna start doubting your sanity if you start saying that Bloo is a total selfish jerkface. But not surprisingly, the way characters act in a fanfic is the way the author thinks they'd act. So, it's gonna be a little different from what others think would happen, and I apologise for that.

Oh, and I haven't felt overly pressured by you guys, but if people like stuff I put on the internet, I feel more obligated to update more regularly. It's kind of one of my principles: If you put something out on the internet that people like, you should update as much as you comfortably can. I don't expect other people to do this, but I think that I should.

Okay, now that I'm done talking about myself, I think I owe you guys some fanfic:

Chapter 7: Oh, I See. It's A Donkey.

"And even though this is a huge house" said Frankie, still leading the tour around Fosters "we still manage to keep all the rooms at a stable warm temperature."
"Yes, I noticed. How do you do it?" asked Ms Philburn.
"You know, I don't have a clue. Wait!" Frankie dived between Ms Philburn and the door she was trying to enter, which was labelled "Stay Away".
"You can't go in there!"
"Young lady, I am here to inspect the WHOLE house, and I will not stay out of a room just because you say so." Ms Philburn replied, and barged in. She ran out almost immediately, screaming "Get them off!"
"Back in there! You know the rules!" Frankie ordered, and the imaginary fleas jumped off Ms Philburn and back into the room. Frankie slammed the door after them. "Sososo sorry!" Frankie began to Ms Philburn.
"It's alright." she grated "I shouldn't have gone in there." she then marched off with her neice in tow.
"This is the worst day ever!" Frankie muttered to herself. "All I need now is for Goo to show up and I'll have the full package."

Cut to Goo, in the dentist's waiting room. "Whoa....Why do I suddenly get this feeling like my presence is required somewhere? Like, not that I'd help, or that I've got an appointment or something, but that I'm needed for like, dramatic purposes? Which is weird, cause most people say I'm annoying and try to get rid of me so why would I be needed somewhere? And who am I talking to anyway?"

"Lesse... where to start?" Slugger asked, surveying the kitchen. Ooh! I know!" he grabbed a whole bunch of silver cutlery and shoved them into the microwave. He set the timer for two minutes and then put it on. "Whooo..." he remarked as he saw the cutlery spark and fizz, "Whoa. Better put on the safety glasses." he noted, and put a couple of drinking glasses up to his eyes. Just then, the microwave exploded! Luckily (well, unluckily, according to some), Slugger was knocked over by the force of the explosion, before the twisted, flying cutlery lodged itself in him. Instead, it lodged itself in the wall. "Awesome!" Slugger cried. He wasn't the only one to think so. Cheese was standing in the kitchen doorway with an expression of awe on his face. "Hey, Cheese?" said Slugger "Wanna play a game?"

"I wonder where Cheese got to?" asked Wilt, as he, Eduardo and Coco walked down the halls. "He's gotta be round here somewhere-" CRASH! came a noise from the kitchen. The three friends ran to check it out. They opened the kitchen door to find Slugger and Cheese doing their best to make a huge mess! There were stains all over the walls, the fine china was smashed all over the ground, and they'd somehow managed to overturn the fridge! "Cheese!" Wilt shouted, and the three began to chase him down, or at least try to stop him from doing any more damage. Coco chased him up to the pantry, but Cheese just climbed out of her reach, throwing down jars as he went, and eventually jumping off and running away. Eduardo tried to grab him while he was in the sink, but only succeeded at smashing the tap (faucet, for you American readers) off, which began spraying water everywhere. Slugger wasn't any help at all, he just tried to get the other's attention, to no avail. And all the while, the eyes of a Picasso-esque picture on the wall followed the others around the room.

"Ahhh..." said Duchess satisfiedly on the other side of the wall, peering through the mismatched eyeholes. "I was here to fix myself a snack, but instead I get a show!"

"I see how it is!" yelled Slugger. "I try my hardest to wreck the house ALL DAY and noone cares, but as soon as Cheese turns up, we all goootta catch him-oof!" The "oof!" was from Wilt tripping over him while chasing Cheese, which sent Wilt spinning upside-down into the wall. Eduardo ran to catch Cheese but Cheese dodged out of the way, and Eduardo's head ended up lodged in a cupboard. Coco layed an egg and opened it to reveal a net. She picked it up with her foot, and made to throw it at Cheese, but he ran straight at her legs, bowled her over, sent her and the net flying, and ended up with her captured underneath the net. She cried for help, but her two friends were in no condition to help her.