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Hm, not so many comments on this story so far. That means that either people have no critisisms to make, or simply aren't reading at all. I'm gonna assume for my sake that it it's the former. So, anyhows, more fanfic:

Chapter 3: Return of the Slup

It was another Sunday, in the Fosters foyer. The Fosters five and Mr Herriman were awaiting Madame Foster to take them back to the golf course to train Coco. The front doors swung wide open, and Mac came wandering in. "Hey guys, hey Mr Herriman. Why're you all standing out here?" he asked. "Mr Herriman's gonna take us all golfing!" Bloo explained. "Why how nice of you!" Madame Foster noted, as she came around the corner on the stairs, slowly making her way down. "Mm, yes. I'm teching the lads some culture. They do need it." Mr Herriman said, by way of explaination. "Can I come too?" Mac asked. "Er, why certainly. The more the merrier." Mr Herriman replied, though he obvoiusly didn't feel that way. "Can I come?" asked Slugger, who had just entered the room. (Remember? Grey, slug shaped guy, kinda irritating? Aw, just read Not Larry Nice.) "Very well." answered Mr Herriman dejectedly. "Cool! Where're we going?"

Cut to the Friends all coming out of the golf club lodge. "Now, Miss Coco, if you are to be a proper golfer, you shall require a caddy to haul around your equipment." Mr Herriman instructed Coco. "Ideally he should be athletic, enthusiastic, low intelligence but not too stupid, accustomed to taking orders....Wilt my boy! How would you like to be Coco's caddy?"
"Okay, anything for a freind. I'll just go get your clubs. You guys go ahead." he replied. "You mean I no get to be the caddy?" Eduardo asked sadly. "I'm afraid not." Mr Herriman replied. Eduardo then got tears in his eyes, and it wasn't long till he was full-on bawling. "Er, hold on there, er, you get to be, uh, the auxillary caddy!" Mr Herriman announced. "What that mean?" Eduardo asked, calming down a little. "It means that if, for whatever reason, Wilt is unable to perform his duties, you are his replacement."
"Yay!" Eduardo exclaimed, jumping up and down. "I is auxillary caddy! You hear that, Wilt?"
"Good for you, Ed!" Wilt exclaimed, coming out of the lodge with Mr Herriman's golf clubs. He, Mr Herriman, Coco and Eduardo then proceded to walk off to the tees. Slugger came out of the lodge, obviously in awe. "Dude! They got a foosball table in there! Hey, wait up!" he cried, and hurried after them. Then Bloo and Mac came out of the lodge, Bloo dragging a set of golf clubs. "Hey, Mac, I couldn't tell you before, but the guys are training Coco for a golf tournament with five grand as the prize! And I aims to win it!"
"Bloo, you can't golf at all. This is just gonna be a collosal waste of time."
"Why you always gotta be such a bring-down?"
"I wasn't complaining. This'll be fun!" Mac exclaimed. As they walked off to the driving range, something occured to him. "Uhh, where'd you get those clubs from?"
"I just borrowed some of the club's clubs."
"I don't think they lend out golf clubs."
"Then walk faster!"

On the tees, Mr Herriman and Coco were arguing. "Why, you'd be doing it for love of Madame Foster!"
"Cococo cococo!"
"Fine then, what do you want?"
"Coco!"
"It's a deal then, you shall have all the bananas you desire."
"Coco!"
"Yes, yes and vegemite. Now can we get to the the training?"
Coco grabbed a golf club off of Wilt, and then spun around once more and sent the ball zooming. "Hm, yes. Well. Very good, but in completely the wrong direction. We shall have to work on that." Mr Herriman critiqued. "This is boring. I'm gonna go crash a golf cart." Slugger commented.

Meanwhile, on the driving range, Bloo was not progressing very well. His skill in golf was comparable only to his skill in paddleball. Mac watched as Bloo became more and more irritated. Swing! Swing! "Stupid ball! Why! Can't! I! Hit! You!? Aaaaarrrgh!" Bloo then resorted to hitting the ground with his club repeatedly, at one point bending the club double. When it bent back to shape, it sent Bloo flying into a tree.

When Bloo could once again open his eyes without blinding head pain, he heard a voice. "It would seem that you are in need of a mentor. You're in luck. Mentoring is what I do." Bloo looked up to see a face. A bowling pin shaped face.