Cocoshack

[Ub3rD4n]

Whoo! The longly awaited sequel to the most popular fanfic of the year! Well, not really. But still, I got my first fanfic finished and was rearing to get this one underway. (If you're looking to see what this one's gonna be like, I suggest you read my other fanfic "Not Larry Nice". Plug, plug.) So, without further ado, here we go:

Chapter one! Mr Herriman's Afternoon Off

Mr Herriman hopped through the halls of the house at a rather brisk pace. Ka-thump!Ka-thump!Ka-thump! He was in quite the hurry. He approached the main foyer, where Bloo was standing and Frankie was polishing the stairway bannisters. "Miss Frances, as I approached this foyer I found a dusty ornament on the second floor and on the thrid floor, a painting hanging three thirty-fifths of a degree out of alignment. I expect these to be fixed when I return, in addition to the waxing of the bannister." Mr Herriman stated. "Absolutely Mr Herriman." Frankie returned, smiling. The bannister didn't even need to be waxed, but Mr Herriman couldn't stand to see someone "laying idle". "And Master Blooreguard. What is your business here? Not planning any shennanigans, are we? Hmmm?"
"Of course not, Mr Herriman. I'm just going to....uhhhh...stand here and stare at the wall. It's great fun. Wanna try?"
"Master Blooreguard, as you well know, I only get one afternoon off from work a week, and I do not intend to spend it staring at the wallpaper, however tasteful it may be. I shall, as per usual, be enjoying a round of golf at Silaceous Meadows. Ah, golf, the sport of kings." Mr Herriman then got out his pocketwatch and checked it. "Well, I must be off to the bus. Madame Foster shall be arriving to escort me there any minute. Good day to you all." And with that, Mr Herriman exited the building.

"Woohooo!" Both Frankie and Bloo let out cries of joy and leaped into the air. "Okay, you know the deal, Bloo. You can break any rule that doesn't result in more housework for me, and you don't tell Herriman about me taking the afternoon off." Frankie said to Bloo. "As always, a pleasure doing buisness with you, Frankie." Bloo replied, walking to the next room, where Coco, Wilt and Eduardo were waiting.

"Alright guys! We only got 'till dark 'till ol' floppy ears comes back, so let's get cracking!" Bloo announced. "Cococococococo." Coco mentioned. "What's very mature of me?" asked Bloo. "Cococo...cocococococo." Coco replied. "I don't care what secret stuff Mr Herriman does at his secret club, for secret people, with secret....golf....."

"Okay, guys, change of plans."

Madame Foster was walking along the foyer, ready to go out the front doors, when she was ambushed by Bloo. "Madame Foster, can we go golfing with Mr Herriman?" Bloo whinged. "Oh, I'm sorry dears, but this is Mr Herriman's private time. I wouldn't want to get in the way of that." replied Madame Foster. Bloo and the others looked really dissapointed. "Buuuuuut... if someone were to sneak onto the bus while I wasn't looking, I don't think I could stop that." continued Madame Foster, rolling her eyes upwards innocently. "Thanks madame Foster!" cried Bloo, as he and the others ran off towards the front door. "And don't go thinkin' about going in through the back, that being the best way to sneak in!" Madame Foster called out after them.

Creak! The Fosters bus moved slightly. Mr Herriman looked up. "Hmmm, did I just...." he looked to the seats behind him, where there was a red eye on a stalk, some green leaves, and what was quite obviously Eduardo poking out from behind them. He squinted into his monocle. "Hm. Must have been mistaken." He muttered.

At that point Madame Foster climbed aboard the bus. "Once again, I thank you for taking the time to escort me to my golf game, Madame. I cannot drive myself, due to my poor eyesight." Mr Herriman commented. "Ooh, anything for my Funny Bunny. Now strap yourselves in, boys. It's gonna be a bumpy ride! Yahooo!" Madame Foster screamed, as she shifted the bus into gear and rocketed out of the gates.