- yeah. Mom was pretty mad.
couldn't keep me anymore.
- I'll say. She said you
But then I found that
imaginary friends like me.
cool house that takes in
- Yeah. And we met - Mr. Herriman.
- And Frankie. - And Wilt.
- Coco. - And Eduardo.
- aah!
- ugh! And Duchess.
- And then we got - an awesome tour of the house.
- And it was the perfect place - for you to stay.
- until we found out
I wouldn't be yours anymore,
that if I stayed there
and I would be put up
the other imaginary friends.
for adoption just like all
And if I got adopted,
I would never see you again.
- Yeah.
- And then you left!
- I said I'd be back
for you.
- Yeah, well, you better.
[ Streetcar bell dings ]
[ Whimsical theme music ]
[ Door creaks open ]
- You are so busted!
Coming home late,
trying to get me in trouble.
Well, your little plan
didn't work.
Mom's not home yet.
Where were you anyway, stupid?
What are those?
Stupid eggs, stupid?
Where's that stupid little blue
friend of yours, stupid?
Mom told you to get rid of him.
Oh-ho, oh, boy.
If you didn't,
you're gonna be so bus...
- I was nowhere, they're
nothing, and I took care of it.
Happy?!
[ Door slams ]
- Well, this is it.
Make yourself at home.
Oh!
I'm sorry.
Um, um, ok, um...
here! Take my bunk.
- No, no. I don't want to hear it. - It's totally cool.
I'll take the floor.
No problem.
This is awesome.
[ Crunching footsteps ]
Buenas noches, azul.
No te preocupe.
Su amigo regresa.
- Coco. Co-co-co-co-co.
Co-co-co-co-co-co-co-co.
- Ha! They said
good night, Bloo.
And don't worry.
Mac's coming back.
[ Rattles ]
[ Crickets chirping ]
[ Birds chirping ]
- Miss Frances! Miss Frances.
Your presence is requested
in the foyer.
There is a family here
that wishes to adopt.
- Adopt? - Adopt?
- Adopt!
- Adoption? Oh, no! Bloo!
- Bloo-hoo-hoo!
- Coco!
- Adoption?!
- Lock the doors! - Seal the windows!
- Batten down the hatches! - Stop, drop, and roll!
Oh! Ugh! Aah!
- Miss Frances!
- Coming! I'm coming!
- Bloo! Bloo!
- She will be here momentarily.
Ah, here she is.
- Sorry. Sorry.
I got stuck in traffic.
How can I help you?
- My daughter's in need
of an imaginary friend.
- Yes! And whenever she tries
to create one of her own,
she gets a headache and...
- Uh-uh! Shut up, mom!
I just think I shouldn't have
to waste my time making one up
when I can just buy one.
- Well, having an imaginary
friend is not like buying a toy.
It's a big respon...
- Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
Just get me a friend, ok?
- And don't get me - a cheap one either!
I want the best one you got.
You got it?!
- Oh, you're gonna get it.
- What?!
- Oh, nothing, nothing.
- So, miss, do you have a friend
- for my precious little - sweetums, or what?
- Well, um, look,
at heart, most imaginary
friends are really nice.
And your kid is a real...
Um, how can I put this?
Friendship is...
Nah, that's not it.
- Listen, to be honest, - I really don't think we have...
- Out of my way!
Out of my way! Out of my way!
- Yes! Yes!
We have the perfect friend
for you, precious
little sweetums.
- Pbbblt!
- So, I hear you are looking
for an imaginary friend
of the highest quality.
Well, look no further;
for, perfection has arrived.
Presenting...
Ahem.
- Presenting her Royal Duchess
Diamond Persnickety,
the First, Last, and Only.
- Thank goodness.
- My papers.
- Hmm, a pedigree
imaginary friend.
- Very valuable.
- Enough about me.
Tell me about yourselves.
And your income.
- Look at 'em.
They're stinkin' rich.
Come on. Let's draw up
the paperwork.
Mr. Herriman, Mr. Herriman,
your presence is requested
in your office.
- Hmm? Oh, yes.
- Um, uh, guys? Uh, oh!
[ Pounding footsteps ]
Uh, nice girl. Cute girl.
- You stay away, now. - Go on. Shoo. Shoo.
- Shut up! I like you! - You're cute.
I'm gonna adopt you.
You're gonna be my friend,
and I'm gonna call you Tiffany.
You got that, Tiffany?!
- Yes! No! What? Um, uh, help!
- Get back here with my Tiffany!
Where's my tiffany,
you freak?
- Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
- Unhand my friend,
you ugly beanpole!
No fair!
- Pbbblt!
- Rarr!
- Aah! Aah! [ Muttering ]
- Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
[ Elevator dings ]
Sorry!
- [ Slurping ]
- Hi, Tiffany.
- Aah!
[ Pounding footsteps ]
- Now I got you,
my cute little Tiffany!
- [ Chuckles nervously ]
Uh, guys, a little help here.
- [ All talking at once ]
- Please shut up. I'm sorry.
But please shut up.
Ok, no. I'm sorry.
- Callate.
- Coco! Coco coco coco!
- Hey, guys, news flash:
you're all fighting
about the same thing.
- So why don't you all shut up - and help me?
- Bloo, ok, - I'm sorry to say this,
- But this isn't any - of your business, ok?
- I'm trying to save you - from being adopted.
- Si! Me, too!
- Co co-co!
- You mean? - Si!
- And you? - Coco!
- [ All laughing ]
- Bloo! Bloo, you'll never
guess what happened.
- All day we've been trying - to save you from being adopted,
- And now we were - all just fighting
- About who would save you - from being adopted.
Ha ha! Isn't that funny?
- Hilarious. You were trying - to do the same thing?
Ha! That's so amazing.
Talk about irony.
Hey, now that I think of it,
- if it wouldn't be - too much trouble,
Would you mind saving me
from being adopted?!
- Shut up, Tiffany!
- Very well,
if you'll just sign here,
Duchess will be all yours.
- Yes!
- Yes, indeed.
For you are making
a very wise investment,
as I am a work of art.
- Why, hello, sweetums.
Meet your new imaginary friend.
- Duchess!
- Ew! She's ugly. I hate her!
I want this one.
- No, you don't. I smell.
- Yeah, yeah, he smells
really, really bad.
Whoo! He's a stinky, stinky man.
Pee-yuu!
I'm so sorry.
- Tiffany smells nice.
- Thank you, but, but
I'm a vicious monster.
- Si, vamos, chica, vamos.
He's loco.
- Rarr!
- Help me. Help me.
I am being attacked
by a vicious monster-o.
- Uhh!
Rarr!
- Look, stupid,
you call this vicious?
- Co-co-co co-co-co!
Co co-co-co-co-co-co!
Co co-co-co co!
Co-co co! Co-co co!
Cooo! Co!
- Exactly. - What?
No, I don't want any coco.
- I just want my Tiffany! - Coco!
- No, please.
- Take me, ok?
- [ All talking at once ]
- No. You're broken.
You're a chicken.
And you're a crazy chicken.
I... want... this one!
- Very well.
- No!
- Ok, guys, that's enough.
I'm really sorry.
I know you all want to help,
but this little girl here
really wants Tiff...
I mean, Bloo. And...
- And I guess it's true.
Mac doesn't want me after all.
- Shut up!
Don't want you?
What, are you crazy?
- Mac!
- Well, what do you know?
- Pbbblt!
Do you have any idea
what I've been through all day?
- Where were you? - School.
- Oh, yeah.
- Mac's back. Mac's back.
Mac's back. Mac's back.
- Mac's back... - Please, stop.
Please stop.
- Mac's back. Mac's back.
Mac's back. Mac's back.
- I'm sorry, sweetums.
You see, Bloo is Mac's idea.
And since Mac's here,
- Bloo's no longer up - for adoption.
- You can still have - Duchess if you like.
Come on. Duchess is great.
Don't you want her?
Take her! Take her!
Please take her!
- No! I hate her!
- So do I.
- Come on, sweetums. - Maybe you can imagine
- Your own friend - just like Tiffany, hmm?
- Shut up, dad! You know
thinking makes my head hurt.
- Mine, too. Let's just
get her another pony.
[ Door closes ]
- This is unacceptable.
- I'll say!
They almost took you.
- But that wonderfully
awful little brat wanted
that stupid little
blue creep over me!
- Tell me about it.
She ruined everything!
- And he ruined my one chance
to get out of this dump
once and for all.
- I know. It was the chance
of a lifetime.
I mean, you could have been
out of here, like, forever.
- Well, I guess there's
no accounting for taste.
They obviously cannot appreciate
a true piece of art
such as myself.
- Obviously not.
And you sure are
a piece of work.
- Thank you.
- Yeah, you're welcome, - you piece of...
Can you believe it?
- Not in the slightest.
Duchess is always a royal pain.
- No, no, not her.
Mac! The comeback kid.
I think this one is different.
I don't think he's gonna
abandon his friend.
- Don't be so naive,
Miss Frances.
It's unbecoming.
You know as well as I that
it is just a matter of time
before Young Master Mac
tires of his beloved Bloo.
- At which time, - his visits will cease,
And Master Bloo will be placed
in the care of a new child
who will eventually
tire of him as well.
- Ah, why do you always
have to be so negative?
I mean, come on, look at that.
They're absolutely inseparable.
Plus, the guys have
really taken to him, too.
- It's just a cruel fact
of life, Miss Frances.
Every child tires of their
imaginary friend eventually.
- Yours didn't.
[ Door opens and closes ]
- See ya! - Same time tomorrow?
- Yeah. 3:00.
Right after school.
- Cool! - And don't worry.
We'll keep him safe from any
kids who might want him, ok?
- Awesome. Thanks.
See you guys tomorrow.
- Hasta manana, Mac.
See you tomorrow.
Bye, Mac.
- I knew it.
That creep didn't get rid
of that blue jerk after all.
He's so busted.
- So, you hate him, too.
- Huh? What the? Who's there?
- A friend.
An imaginary friend.
- Yah!
- Do not be afraid.
- I'm not. It's just that...
You're a freak! Ew!
- Look, I'm trying to help you.
- No, thanks.
- Don't you hate - that little blue creep?
- Yeah, But...
- Well, so do I.
- Ew! Man! You are so gross!
[ Earring clinks ]
- Listen, you punk!
- Ew! You're touching me.
- I'm not here to listen
to your ignorant
critique of high art.
I want to make a proposition.
I want you and I to hook up.
- Oh! I think I'm gonna be sick.
[ Retches ]
- Hook up and get rid of that
little blue nuisance forever!
I want that cute, happy,
fun-loving twerp wiped out
and forgotten forever!
But I can't pull it off
without a vicious, mean, evil,
and terrible creep like you.
So, will you help me,
you big jerk?
- Listen, Mac is my brother,
and Bloo is his best friend.
And as much as I dislike him,
I have never thought
of such a foul,
horrible, and unthinkable crime.
And you,
you are disgusting,
heinous, and revolting
for thinking of such a thing.
How did you do it?
I was pretty proud of the work
- I was doing in - the noogie/wedgie area,
But this! This is pure genius!
- Getting rid of that - little blue twerp
Once and for all... brilliant!
I would be ho... no.
Humbled to assist you
in any way possible.
I am at your service,
your horrible-ees-ness.
[ kisses ]
- Call me Duchess.
[ Ticking ]
- Same time tomorrow?
- Yeah. 3:00.
Right after school.
- Frankie,
are these clocks right?
- No.
They're an hour slow.
- [ Gasps ]
- I'm kidding. I'm kidding.
- Don't worry, Bloo. - He'll be here.
I'm sure of it.
Of course, I could be wrong.
Ha! I'm kidding.
He's probably
on his way right now.
- Hey, bro. What do you know?
- Ahh! Uh, nowhere. Nothing.
Uh, what are you doing here?
- Well, I thought I'd meet
my sweet little brother
and walk him home from school.
- But, but... - But what?
You were going home,
weren't you?
- Uh... - Good.
Then let's go!