House of Bloo's

Act One
 (Mac and Bloo rise slowly behind a counter in the kitchen, both looking around simultaneously, when suddenly a black figure of Terrence--Mac's older brother--slowly rises behind them, followed by an ominous electric guitar riff and an evil smile on the figure) 

Mac and Bloo: Ahhhhh!

Terrence: Wait, stop! I just wanna punch you!

Bloo: Watch your back, Mac! He's gaining on--

Mac: Whoa!

Terrence: Ooooooh, I'm telling Mom!

Bloo: Mac?

Mac: Yeah?

Bloo: Your brother...

Mac: Yeah?

'''Bloo? '''Is a...

Mac: Uh-huh?

Bloo: Big...

Mac: Right?

Bloo: Fat...

Mac: Yeah?

Bloo: Doofus.

Mac: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Terrence: Shut up you...

Bloo: Yeah?

Terrence: You...

Bloo: Come on!

Terrence: You...Bloo-fus! Heh ha heh ha!

Bloo: Bloofus?! Bloofus?

Mac: His name is Blooregard Q. Kazoo, and you know it, Terrence!

Bloo: Right, right, or Bloo-ey, Bloo the Bloo Dude, El Bloo-terino, or hey, how 'bout just Bloo? Heh! But come on man, Bloofus? Heh! How stupid can you get?

Terrence: Look! No stupid imaginary friend of my stupid little brother is gonna tell me how stupid I am, 'cause I know just how stupid I--

SHUT UP!

Stupid, heh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Well, well, well, look-ee what I got here: It's Mr. Destruct-o and his evil pal, Break-y, ha ha ha! Mom is gonna be so mad when she sees what you two have done.

Bloo: We haven't done anything!

Terrence: Oh, noooooo?

Break-y, how ''could you? No, Mr .Destruct-o, don't do it''!

Mac: Stop it, Terrence!

Terrence: But I'm not doing anything. It's...Mr. Destructo and Break-y; THEY'VE GONE CRAZY!

Terrence: (continuous evil laughter)

Bloo: Huh? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! This rules! Break-y loves breaking! Break more, break more!

Mac: Bloo, no!

Bloo: Quiet, you! Terrence, the cabinet!

Mac: Don't do it!

Terrence: Shut up! Do it, do it!

Bloo: Sorry, Mac, I hate to break it to you, but...

...your brother is a big, fat doofus.

Mac: Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

Mac & Bloo: Whoo!

Mac: Oh yeah!

Bloo: Brilliant!

Mac: Oh yeah! We won!

(Continuous laughter)

Mac's mom: Mac! Bloo!

Mac: Mom, it's not what you--

Bloo: Yeah, Terrence! He was the one--

Terrence: (whining) Mommy, mommy! Mac and Bloo were MEAN TO MEEEEE!

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!

Mac: What?!

Bloo: That is so not what happened! Terrence--

Mac's Mom: ...is the oldest and is in charge of this house when I am not at home...

Terrence: Ha!

Mac's Mom: ...and I expect him to act like the oldest and set a good example by     telling the truth.  

Mac and Bloo: Ha!

Terrence: But Mommy, I was telling the--

Mac's Mom: Terrence, you expect me to believe that a 13-year-old boy was overpowered by an 8-year-old and his cute, little imaginary friend?

Bloo: Yeah, Mac's a wimp.

Mac: And Bloo's spineless.

Terrence: But Mom...

Mac's mom: 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.

M&B: (laughing, saying "mama," teasing)

Mac's mom: Mac, Bloo! That's enough.

Mac: But--

Bloo: Terrence...

Mac's mom: ...is not the only one at fault here; I'm fed up with the three of you always fighting. We need to talk.

Bloo: Okay, sure. Come on, Mac.

Mac's mom: No, Bloo. I need to talk to Mac...alone.

Bloo: It's okay, Mac, I'll be right here. I'm not going anywhere.

Mac's mom: Mac, now you know how tired I am of you three fighting.

Mac: But it was Terrence: he always picks on me and treats me like a baby.

Mac's mom: And why do you think he does that?

Mac: Cause he's a jerk?

Mac's mom:Well, yes, but can you think of any other reasons?

Mac: Uhh....

Mac's mom:Maybe because of Bloo?

Mac: Bloo? Why?

Mac's mom: Because, Mac, you're 8 years old and you still have your imaginary friend.

Mac: So what!? Lots of kids have imaginary friends; you see them every day on the streets or in the stores. You even had one when you were little.

Mac's mom:Yes, when I was little, but by the time that I was your age I didn't need my imaginary friend anymore.

Mac: What are you saying?

Mac's mom: I think it's time you got rid of Bloo.

Mac: What?!

Mac's mom: I'm sorry, Mac, I just think it's time! You need to grow up and be a big boy and say goodbye to Bloo.

Mac: But, Mom, it's not fair. We're best friends; we'll be good; I-I-I'll keep him locked in my room. Mom, PLEASE!

Mom: Mac, no! Stop it! This isn't about your being good or keeping Bloo locked up. The fact is you're a big boy now and you are too old for him.

Mac: But--

Mac's mom: My decision is final, you have got to get rid of Bloo. I'm sorry, Mac.

Mac's mom:Oh, sorry, Bloo.

Terrence: He heh heh heh heh heh! Hasta la bye-bye!