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And, hot on the heels of the last chapter: The final chapter!

Chapter 4: Is That Your Final Decision?

The house was full of friends looking everywhere for Wilt. Terrence burst back throught the door. "Hey! I just realised that guy tricked me!" He yelled before grabbing Mac. "Tell me where Wilt is before I pound you!"
"We're ALL trying to find Wilt. You can help look."
"......Uhh..okay, then. I will." Terrence grudgingly admitted, trying to make it seem like it was his idea. "Where is that guy anyway?"

"May I help you, Master Wilt?"
"I'd be grateful if you could." said Wilt, casting his glance nervously outside Mr Herriman's office door to see if anyone had spotted him.
"Well, then, what seems to be the problem?"
"Well, I won a radio contest and got two tickets to the Bakers game tonight, but I can't decide who to take with me. And the other residents aren't being too subtle about wanting it."
"Ah, I see. Quite the quandary." Mr Herriman stated, then got up from behind his desk and hopped over to Wilt. "Well, as in all things, one must approach this in an orderly fashion. How about we look at the house records and see who's file we come across first, hm?"
"Well, that sounds fair."
Mr Herriman hopped over to his filing cabinet and opened the top drawer. "Now, this file will contain the first imaginary friend to enter this house who still lives here. And let's see...well, what do you know?" he said, showing the file to Wilt "It appears to be MY name. Well, I would be honoured to go with you, Master Wilt, you can just go and tell the other friends you have reached a decision."
"Uh, Mr Herriman.."
"Yes, Master Wilt? Do you have a problem with my system?"
"Uh, no-well, yes. Uh, it's just, that....I may have to uh...think about it some more." Wilt finished, sounding dissappointed.
"Ah," said Mr Herriman sharply, "in that case you can wait outside. I am a busy rabbit." and then proceeded to shove Wilt out of his office and slammed the door behind.
Immediately after that, someone yelled "There he is!" and a gang of imaginary friends began to chase Wilt down. Wilt ran fast (he had a legspan advantage over almost every friend in the house) and was eventually yanked through a doorway, which the door for slammed after him. Wilt foundhimself in a dark closet. Two big shining eyes looked up at him.
"Shhhh!" came Madame Foster's voice. Wilt relaxed.
"Madame Foster, you scared me for a second there!"
"I said shhhhh! Ya don't want them findin' you, do you?"
"Uh, no. That was really nice of you, hiding me from the other-wait! You're being nice to me! I've seen this before! You're just after my ticket!"
"So, you won't give the extra ticket to a sweet, kind old lady?"
"No! I need to decide on my own!"
"If that's the way you feel....."
Madame Foster then chucked Wilt out of the closet and yelled "He's over here!" which sent a scramble of imaginary friends chasing Wilt once more. This time Wilt pulled into the library and proceeded to barricade himself in using desks, chairs and bookshelves piled in front of the doors. Wilt then leaned against the barricade and let out a deep sigh of relief.
"Is there any reason you've decided to rearrange the furniture in a manner where I can't get out?" came a voice from inside the library. Wilt turned around to see Smarty Pants sitting at a desk, apparently in the process of reading a thick book.
"Oh, great," Wilt said wearily, "I suppose you want my ticket, too."
"What ticket?"
"Don't you know? I won two tickets to the game tonight. Everyone wants one."
"Well, I've been in here all day. And no, I don't want your ticket. I have a.....phobia of sporting events. DON'T SAY ANYTHING!"
".........I wasn't....Wait, you don't want the ticket!" Wilt exclaimed and dived onto Smarty Pants. "You gotta help me decide who to take! It's been driving me crazy all day!"
"I can't help."
"What?"
"Wilt, you need someone to help who you know and trust the judgement of for something as important to you as this, or you'll constantly be second-guessing yourself."
"But all of my friends are here at Fosters!"
"All of them?"
"Yes, all-........not quite! Thanks, Smarty Pants, I owe you! Would you mind if I went out the window?"
"Considering the circumstances, no, not really."

BLAM! The library doors were forced open, revealing a crowd of imaginary friends, Terrence, Mac, Frankie and Madame Foster, who had used Slugger's head for a battering ram. They discarded him, overran Smarty Pants, and started searching the room. After a few minutes of fruitless searching, they moved to surround Smarty Pants.
"Where's Wilt?" Frankie asked.
"He has previously vacated the premises with alacricity." said Smarty Pants, who was only partly conscious after being stampeded.
"Uh, anyone else catch that?" Terrence asked.
"He means Wilt's gone!" cried Bloo, and the stampede left the library and headed back into the main foyer, where they found Wilt, standing there next to a phone, smiling.
"Hey, guys! I got great news! I just got off the phone with my friend Jordan Michaels! I asked him who I should take to the game and, funny thing, he said he'd alreadygot me three tickets to the game! He'd been trying to contact me all afternoon! Funny, huh? Now I can take Mac, Ed, Coco, Bloo and Frankie to the game! This whole thing was totally pointless!" Wilt began laughing over the whole ordeal. The other friends dispersed dissappointedly, except Frankie, Mac, Coco and Eduardo, who looked guilty, and Bloo, who was dancing happily.
"Gee....looking back just now," Frankie said "We acted like jerks for nothing..."
"Coco."
"Is true." Eduardo agreed. "We is sorry, Senor Wilt."
"Nah, don't think about it! It all turned out okay in the end! Don't look so sad, Mac!"
"Oh, it's not that." Mac said slowly "It's just that...three plus two? That's five. And there's six of us."
"Oh..." said Wilt. Bloo stopped dancing at this point. "Well, I'm a big man. I can decide myself..........Eenie meenie miney mo. Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, eenie meenie miney-"
"NOOOOOOO!"

The End

Epilouge:
Bloo watching the game from home alone in the media room, looking angry.
"Lousy Wilt, picking...randomly...have to watch the game on a lousy....widescreen TV. So mad I could punch someone."
"Look at it this way!"said Slugger jovially, jumping onto the couch, "You get to spend the game with me!"
PUNCH!

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Well, this one took longer than expected, but I'm glad so many people liked it (I'm perhaps foolishly assuming you liked the end). Well, I suppose it'son to the next fanfic. As always, comments please!