Cocoshack

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Yaaay, comments! I'm so vain. Also, yay, three updates in as many days! You can probably thank the university trimester slowing to a close for that one. so, we continue our epic tale:

Chapter Five: The Eye of the Crackers

"Aaaand welcome, ladies and gents, to the 43rd annual Silaceous Open! The sky is a beutiful blue today, and we can expect eighteen holes of top-notch golf! I'm Gabby O'Fry, with the pre-game commentary!"

It was a beautiful day for golf. Many hopefuls were lined up for the chance to win the five thousand for first prize, including Coco and Bloo. Mr Herriman was attending to Coco, and giving her some "advice". "Hm, stiff competition this year, but we shall not be outdone! Miss Coco, it is time to take your "vitamins"." said Mr Herriman, holding out a stick of gum. "Coco......" said Coco, unsure.
"You want to win, do you not? Think of Madame Foster! Think of the trophy! The respect! Think of the vegemite-covered bannanas!"
Coco hesitated for a moment, then swallowed the gum. "Co....co."
"Yes, very good."
At thatmoment, Frankie walked up to Mr Herriman and Coco. "Good luck, Coco! We'll all be cheering for you!" she said.
"Co.....co."
"Are you okay, Coco? You don't look so good."
"She's perfectly fine! Just a little nervous about the game!"
"But-"
"Now, off you go, Miss Francies, and reserve yourself some good seats! Ta-ta!"
Frankie hesitantly obeyed, walking off into the crowd of spectators setting up. Mr Herriman let out a "Whew!" and wiped his brow.

"Hey, Bloo! They've got a stand giving out free subway sandwiches to anyone competing!" claimed Mac, coming up to Bloo, who was prepping "his" golf clubs. "Yeah, I wouldn't touch 'em if I were you." he replied. Another competitor who was nearby suddenly grabbed his stomach and ran off to the nearest porta-loo.
"Bloo! Did you put laxative in the free subs?"
"Mac! I'm surprised and shocked that you'd think such a thing! Actually I put in some funky meat that I found lying under Coco's nest."
"Uugh! Bloo, that is nasty!"
"Just taking care of a little of the competition, Mac. Since I suck at golf, I'm gonna have to. Speaking of which...."

"I say! Heriman, old boy! Fancy meeting you here!" Groomington, the man from the golf course, was approaching Mr Herriman and Coco. "Not thinking of entering this year, are you?"
"As a matter of fact, my protige, Coco, shall be entering the tournament."
"That thing? Herriman, you can't be serious! And who's going to be her caddy, a dog?"
"No, that'd be me." said Wilt.
"I is auxillary caddy!" stated Eduardo.
"And I'm just a pain!" added Slugger.
"Mm, well, good luck, Herriman. Can't wait to see your "golfer" out on the field! Ta!" and with that, Groomington left, leaving Mr Herriman feeling thoughroughly embarrassed. "Hey, Coco," said Bloo, approaching from over the field, " Wanna submarine sandwich?"
"Miss Coco is on a strict diet, no sandwiches. Now, if you'll excuse us, we must make ready for the tee-off." said Mr Herriman, and with that, they left.

It was the tee-off. Groomington was already strutting back from having hit two under par (for you non-golfers, that's good.). "Now, Miss Coco, just as we practised." Mr Herriman whispered. He then rotated Coco into the right direction.
"Master Wilt, the driver."
"Here you go."
"This isn't the driver! It's the four iron! Pass me the DRIVER please!"
Wilt sheepishly gave Mr Herriman the right club this time, and backed away. Mr Herriman then gave Coco the club and told her to hit it. And did she! It got a hole in one! The crowd surrounding the field, largely interspersed with imaginary friends who had come along to cheer Coco on, went wild.

"And that was Coco, an imaginary friend, who seems to have some astounding talent in the game of golf! Chances are looking good for her winning this tournament, especially as an outbreak of food poisoning has incapacitated all but four contestants! Chad Groomington, four-time champion of this tournament, Coco, Bloo, another imaginary friend, and a man by the name of....Mr Applebee."

Mr Herriman hopped off the field, towing Coco along behind, as Bloo and Mac approached the tee. "Club." said Bloo, putting his hand out towards Mac. Mac gave him a driver. Bloo grabbed it and stared at the ball, concentrating. Bowling Paul made his way to the front of the crowd and shouted "Just remember what I taught you!". Eduardo shouted "You can DO it!". Bloo closed his eyes and began muttering "Go to your happy place, Bloo. Go to your happy place....."

Fade in on Bloo's happy place. a place lined with trees which are actually giant, self-paddling paddleballs. Bloo goes by to see Cheese riding Eduardo like a horsey. He sees Wilt and Frankie playing under a sprinkler. He walks up to a luxurious two-person chair with Mac in it, jumps on, puts his feet up on Terrence's stuffed carcass, and watches some TV with his best friend while Mac's mom serves him a huge bowl of chocolate pudding.

Fade back to reality. Bloo swings the club. Things go in slo-mo. He hits the ball! The ball goes bounding off a tree, into the crowd, and hits Crackers.
"Ow! My eye! I'm not supposed to get golf balls in it!"

Bowling Paul then tried to subtlely blend into the crowd, and pretend he doesn't know Bloo at all.