[ Streetcar bell rings ]
[ Theme Music ]
- Aah! - Aah!
- Wait! Stop!
I just want to punch you.
- Watch your back, Mac.
He's gaining on...
- Whoa! - Whoa!
- Ooh! I'm telling mom.
- Mac. - Yeah?
- Your brother... - Yeah?
- Is a... - Uh-huh?
- Big... - Right.
- Fat... - Yeah.
- Doofus. - Ha ha ha!
- Shut up, you...
- Yeah?
- You... - Come on.
- You... Bloofus.
Ha ha ha!
- "Bloofus"? "Bloofus"?
- His name
and you know it, Terrence.
is Blooregard Q. Kazoo,
- Right, right, or Blooey,
Bloo the blue dude,
El Blooterino, or, hey,
how about just Bloo?
But come on, man.
Bloofus?
Ha! How stupid can you get?
- Look.
No stupid imaginary friend
of my stupid little brother
is gonna tell me how stupid I am
because I know
just how stupid I...
Shut up!
Hwah!
- Aah! Ugh! - Aah! Aah!
- Stupid. Ha ha ha!
Well, well, well.
Lookee what I got here.
It's Mr. Destructo
and his evil pal Breaky.
Ha ha ha!
Mom is gonna be so mad
when she sees
what you two have done.
- We haven't done anything.
- Oh, no?
Breaky! How could you?
No, Mr. Destructo!
Don't do it!
- Stop it, Terrence.
- But I'm not doing - anything.
It's Mr. Destructo and
Breaky.
They've gone crazy!
- Hoo hoo ha ha!
- Whoa!
- Huh?
Ha ha ha!
This rules!
Breaky loves breaking.
Break more! Break more!
- Bloo, no! - Quiet, you.
Terrence, the cabinet.
- Don't do it!
- Shut up. Do it! Do it!
- Sorry, Mac.
to you, but...
I hate to break it
[ Crash ]
Your brother
is a big, fat doofus.
Ha ha ha!
- Ha ha ha!
- Whoo! Oh, yeah!
- Brilliant.
Thank you. No. Thank you.
-Oh, yeah. We won. Ha ha ha!
Yeah! Whoo! Ha ha ha!
-Mac! Bloo!
- Mom, it's not what you...
- Yeah. Terrence, - he was the one...
- Mommy, mommy.
Mac and Bloo were mean to me.
I was being a good boy, looking
after my sweet little brother,
when all of a sudden,
his crazy imaginary friend Bloo
went insane and started
to tear the house apart.
I tried to stop him,
but when Mac joined in,
they started beating on me.
- If it wasn't for you - coming home,
There's no telling what
they would have done to me.
Oh, thank you
for saving me, mommy.
- What? - That is so not what happened.
- Terrence... - Is the oldest
- And is in charge of this house - when I am not at home.
- Ha! - And I expect him
To act like the oldest
and set a good example
by telling the truth.
- Ha! - Ha!
- But, mommy, - I was telling the...
- Terrence, you expect me to
believe that a 13-year-old boy
was overpowered by an 8-year-old
imaginary friend?
and his cute, little
- Yeah. Mac is a wimp.
- And Bloo is spineless.
- But, mom...
- [ Sigh ] Terrence,
I've had a long day,
and I'm too tired to deal
with your made-up sob stories.
Just go to your room.
- Ha ha ha!
- Pbbt! Ha ha ha!
- Ooh!
- Mama! Mama!
-Mac, Bloo, that's enough.
- But... - Terrence...
- Is not the only one - at fault here.
I'm fed up with the 3 of
always fighting.
you
We need to talk.
- Ok. Sure. Come on, Mac.
- No, Bloo.
I need to talk to Mac alone.
- It's ok, Mac.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'll be right here.
- Mac, now, you know how tired
I am of you 3 fighting.
- But it was Terrence.
He always picks on me
and treats me like a baby.
- And why do you think - he does that?
- Because he's a jerk.
- Well, yes, but can you think
of any other reasons?
- Uh...
- Maybe because of Bloo?
- Bloo? Why?
- Because, Mac,
you're 8 years old
and you still have
your imaginary friend.
- So what?
imaginary friends.
Lots of kids have
You see them every day
on the streets or in the stores.
You even had one
when you were little.
- Yes, when I was little,
but by the time I was your age,
I didn't need
my imaginary friend anymore.
- What are you saying?
- I think it's time - you got rid of Bloo.
- What?
- I'm sorry, Mac.
I just think it's time.
You need to grow up
and be a big boy
and say good-bye to Bloo.
- But, mom, it's not fair.
We're best friends.
We'll be good.
I'll keep him locked
in my room. Mom, please!
- Mac, no. Stop it.
This isn't about your being
good or keeping Bloo locked up.
The fact is,
and you're too old for him.
you're a big boy now,
- What? - My decision is final.
You have got to get rid
of Bloo. I'm sorry, Mac.
Oh. Sorry, Bloo.
- Ptoo!
Hee hee hee!
Hasta la bye-bye.
- Sorry you have to go.
- Go on, boy. Get out of here.
- And just like that, it's gone.
- Featuring such blues classics - as "Feelin' Blue,"
"Gettin' Rid Of The Blues,"
and "No One Wants The Blues."
- Are you alone?
- The Grand
beautiful, and mystifying
Canyon... spectacular,
and one of the deepest,
deepest, deepest depressions
the world has even known.
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- Imaginary friend.
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- Foster's home - for imaginary friends
Is a wonderful, funderful
imagination habitation.
We provide food, shelter,
and a warm heart
for imaginary friends looking
for a place to call home.
So if you know of
that desperately needs a home,
or have an imaginary friend
then come on down to foster's
home for imaginary friends,
where good ideas
are not forgotten.
- This is the place
I was telling you about.
Pretty cool, huh?
- I don't know, Bloo.
Are you sure?
- Totally.
The commercial said it was some
fantasma-astical, magical place
for imaginary friends
who need a place to crash,
hang out, and do stuff.
It's gonna be great.
- I guess you're right,
but still...
- Mac, I know - you're worried, but listen.
- With me living here, - mom will be happy.
Terrence will leave you alone,
and you can visit me every day.
It's perfect.
Our problems are solved.
- Good day, gentlemen.
How may I be of assistance?
- Cool. A bunny butler. Well...
- My good man,
that I am Mr. Herriman,
I will have you know
the head of business affairs
at this facility
and am in no way a butler
or any other member
of the service trade.
Now, if you will please
state your business.
- Uh, uh, uh, uh...
- Oh, very well.
As I have more important
issues to attend to
than dealing with
an indecisive child,
I shall bid you both good day.
- Wait a minute!
- My good man!
- Please, Mr. Rabbitman.
- Herriman.
- Please, Mr. Herriman.
My boy here, his name is Mac,
and he has the worst life ever.
I tell you,
it's so vile and horrible,
I can't even begin to explain,
but I'll try.
- What?
- You see, this poor,
pathetic kid lives all alone
with me, his mother,
and his jerky brother
in this trashy, run-down dump
of an apartment
that's got no electricity
or running water.
Man, oh, man, does it stink.
No. I mean it. It really does.
It's got this foul,
smell that'll make you sick.
disgusting
- Uh-uh!
- And... oh, yeah... - His brother is a total jerk
Who's, like, 8 feet tall
and weighs 300 pounds
and has no brain, so he's, like,
this full-on bully monster
that beats up wimpy, little Mac
all the time,
and there's never
anyone home to stop him
because his mom works, like,
15 jobs every day of the week,
- including weekends, - not to mention
That she doesn't even get
till, like, midnight,
home
- so, yeah, each and every day, - Mac is killed dead
By his big, stupid brother.
- What?
- And all this miserable kid
has to look forward to
in his crummy, little life
is me, his best buddy Bloo,
but get this.
His mother has said that he is
too old for an imaginary friend
and he must get rid of me.
Can you believe it?
So here I am on my knees.
- Uh-uh.
- What? Oh.
So here I am on my knees
at your mercy, kind sir.
So if you could only find it
in your big bunny heart
to open up your beautiful
and spacious home
to this poor, rejected, hated
and unwanted imaginary friend,
maybe, just maybe,
I wouldn't be so...
blue.
- I'm sorry, sir. He's
We'll be on our...
crazy.
- Very well.
I shall arrange a tour for you.
- What? - What?
- Miss Frances, Miss Frances,
your presence is requested
in the foyer.
There are two gentlemen here
in need of a tour.
Miss Fran...
-I'm coming! Sheesh!
- She'll be with you
momentarily.
- Well?
- It's ok.
- Now you know why you're not
Scissors?
supposed to run with
Scissors? Scissors.
- Yeah?
- Scissors, what do you say?
- I'm sorry.
- Ok. Go play.
Don't run!
- Whatever that bunny says - is wrong.
The name is not Frances.
It's Frankie.
- I'm Bloo, - and this is my boy Mac.
- Hey, Bloo. Hey, Mac. - Hi.
- So I guess you guys
want a tour of the place?
- Yeah. - Please.
- Cool. Follow me.
Foster's was founded in...
-Miss Frances!
Miss Frances!
Your presence is requested
in the third-floor
sleeping quarters.
- I'm busy! What's the problem?
-It is Duchess. She...
- Give me that.
Frankie! Frankie!
Get up here now!
- Oh, man, one of these days...
Sorry, guys.
but don't worry.
Her Royal Majesty calls,
I'll get someone
Hold on a sec.
to show you around.
Wilt! Tour, please!
I'm really sorry, guys.
- Wilt will take care of you, - but I'll try
And meet up with you
at the end of the tour, ok?
- Frankie!
- Coming!
- I'm sorry. Is that ok?
You sure? All right. Ok.
Sorry, though.
Hey. How you doing?
Name is Wilt.
Yo, guys? Hello?
Oh, ok. I get it.
It's cool. It's cool.
I know I'm all brokey
and the stubby arm.
and with the wonky eye
Probably freaks you out, huh,
- but don't sweat it. - I'll get someone else to...
- You're tall.
- Oh. Well, yeah, I guess.
- You should play basketball.
- Oh, yeah?
Well, um, yeah. I used to, um,
you know, whatever.
Hey, how about that tour, huh?
Great. Let's go.
Waiting room, sitting room,
living room, parlor.
- Ooh. Sorry, sorry. - I had to stop. Is that ok?
Ok. Check this out.
This is madame foster.
- Man, I tell you, if it - wasn't - For this little lady,
- None of us would even be here - because, you see,
She's the one who
to open up her own home
had the bright idea
and give us forgotten
a second chance.
imaginary friends
I mean, how cool is that?
- She rules.
- She's awesome.
- She's old.
Hallways, hallways,
hallways, halt.
- Sorry I keep stopping, but I got - to point this out, ok?
This is Mr. Herriman's
and trust me,
office,
you don't ever, ever, ever want
to get sent here.
- I'll say.
- Washroom, bathroom,
powder room, laundry.
[ Whistling ]
Dining room, tea room,
pantry, kitchen.
- Coco? - Uh, no, thanks.
- Coco? - Yes.
- Coco?
with marshmallows.
- Yes, please,
- No, Bloo. No. This is Coco.
- She wasn't asking - if you wanted cocoa.
She... all she says is "coco."
- Oh. well,
then what was she saying?
- "Do you want any juice?"
Hallways, hallways,
always hallways.
- [ Heavy snorting ]
- Music room, play room,
rumpus room, arcade.
Come on.
- Coco.
- Bedrooms, bedrooms,
bedrooms, bedroo...
- No, no, no!
This is unacceptable.
I will not stand
for my good linens to be washed
with everyone else's
dirty laundry.
I have said this
time and time again...
Wash in imported water only.
I don't care if you have to run
a pipe from the swiss alps.
Just do it, do it, do it!
What do you want?
Get out! Get out! Get out!
- That is Duchess.
She thinks she's the best
ever thought of,
idea
but if you ask me,
she's one of the worst.
- She's gross.
- She's ugly.
- She's evil.
- She is indeed.
- Hey, Wilt, speaking of evil,
are there any monsters here?
- Monsters?
What are you, crazy, Mac?
There aren't any...
- Well...
they're called Extremosauruses.
- These vicious and destructive - imaginary friends
- Are created - by jerky teenage boys.
We got to keep them locked up
because, boy, are they nasty.
So be careful.
- [ Roaring ]
- Help! - Mac!
- Aaaah!
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, - I'm sorry,
- But that's - definitely not ok.
- Coco! Coco! Coco! - Coco! Coco! Coco!
- [ Gasp ] The m-m-monster!
- [ Roars ]
- Whoa! Aah!
- [ Sobbing ]
El chico muerto.
- Let him go, you big,
stupid monster!
-Ay!I no monstruo.
- Wait! Stop!
I just want to punch you.
- No, Bloo. No.
It's ok. It's ok.
-El hombre azul es loco!
- Coco? - No!
- Coco coco coco.
- No!
- Coco coco co.
- No, no, no!
- Coco co. Coco. Coco.
-Si.
- Coco coco coco coco co.
-Si.
- Coco coco,
coco coco coco co, coco?
- Uh,si. Gracias,Coco.
Usted tiene una manera
con palabras.
- Good job, Coco.
You sure have a way with words.
- Aaaaah!
- Waah!
Waah! Waah!
- Bloo, stop!
I think he's cool.
Si, si!I cool! I cool!
The little boy, he gets
and, ooh, it's so scary.
swung around and around,
I, how you say, try to help.
Please, little crazy blue man.
I no monster.
I am good guy. I am friend.
- Friend? - -Si.
- Yes. That's what we've
trying to tell you.
been
Mac, Bloo, this is Eduardo,
- and he's one of the sweetest - and kindest friends
- We've got - here at Foster's.
He wouldn't hurt a fly.
-Si.I too scared
of them, anyway.
- But why were you - being all sneaky
And hiding from us all day?
- I, uh... I am, how you say,
scared of the little kid,
and, well, I was afraid
and so I hide.
you would not like me,
- Not like you? You're - crazy.
You saved me.
You're a hero, Eduardo.
- Uh, hero?
- See? Friends.
We're all friends,
- and speaking of friends, - man, oh, man,
You should see all the kinds
here at Foster's.
of friends we've got
There's friends with
horns...
with wings...
with horns and wings...
- with horns and wings - that talk...
- Hey, Wilt. - Hey.
- Mm. Thanks.
- Simple ones, stealthy ones,
two-in-ones,
unimaginative ones.
Some kids aren't that creative,
what they see on TV.
so they just copy
What are you gonna do?
Furry, fuzzy, fluffy, funky.
Oh, man. Whew!
Big, small, young, old.
- Why, I never.
- Happy, sad, good, bad.
- Well, I never.
- And don't forget silly,
nervous, helpful...
- And now blue.
- You mean...
- Yeah. you can stay.
- Whoo hoo!
Yeah! Ha ha ha!
Yeah! Whoo! All right!
Yes! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
This is so awesome!
- Coco coco coco
coco coco coco!
Coco coco coco
coco coco coco!
- Whoa.
- What's she doing?
- Whenever she gets excited, - she lays these eggs.
Open it up.
There's a prize inside.
Hey, a Ming vase.
That's a new one.
- Wow. Thanks, Coco.
- Coco.
- This place is crazy.
I love it.
- Glad to hear it.
I guess you dug the tour.
Pretty cool, huh?
- The coolest.
This place is perfect.
- Yeah.
It's just like Bloo said.
With him living here,
my mom will be happy,
Terrence will leave me alone,
and I can visit him every day.
Our problems are solved.
- Well, um, there
is one little problem.
- What? Can't Bloo live
- Yes, but...
here?
- Then there's no prob. - I stay here.
- Mac comes to see me every day. - Done deal.
- Um, Mac, Bloo,
Foster's is a Foster home.
It's not a boarding house.
If you leave Bloo here,
you can't come see him
- because he won't - be yours anymore.
- What?
- He'll be put up for adoption
like everybody else here.
- Adoption?
- Yeah. For one reason - or another,
- We've all been - given up by our creators,
- And as much as we all love - living here,
What we really want is
to be adopted by a new kid
who needs an imaginary friend.
- Well, then forget it.
As cool as this place is,
adoption is not an option.
Come on, Mac. Let's go.
-Wait.
- What?
Come on, Mac. Adoption?
- I know, but what else - can I do?
Mom said, but don't worry.
I'm not giving you up.
Just stay here till I can
think of a better idea.
If I come back tomorrow...
- He's still yours, but if a kid
shows up and wants him
and you're not here,
he will be adopted.
- Ok.
- Ok? Ok?
- Don't worry. I will be
here.
A hug?
Uh, um, I got these...
Sorry. I'll be back.
I promise.
- "I'll be back." Hmph.
- If I had a carrot for every time - I'd heard that,
I'd be a very fat rabbit,
Bloo.
but don't worry, master
- You look like a fine - imaginary friend
And will most certainly be
in no time.
snatched up by a new child
-Are you alone?
- The Grand
beautiful, and mystifying
Canyon... spectacular,
and one of the deepest,
deepest, deepest depressions
the world has even known.
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