Foster’s Porn Story: Sick with Tage Chapter 1

Authors Note:
Ive just recently seen the show Fosters Home for Imaginary
Friends and Cartoon Network and found that its actually pretty
good. Since then Ive decided to write a fanfic on the show that I
hope you will all enjoy. Since this is a TV show, I figured I would
write this in script format. I know its not the best way of
writing, but this story will stay script format because it will work
better for this story.

Disclaimer: I do
not own any characters in this story except for Tage.

Fosters Home for
Imaginary Friends in: Sick with Tage

Act I

It is another normal
afternoon at the Fosters home, and Bloo is up to no good as usual.
He is standing on top of a very tall ladder in the large entrance
room of the abode taking measurements for a painting of himself that
he plans to hang.

Bloo: Perfect!
Just wait until Madame Foster sees this! Now if only I could paint
this picture it would be finished!

While quickly making
his way down the ladder, Coco runs into the room and, because she
didnt expect it to be there, crashes right into the ladder. Bloo,
only holding on by his hands because he has no feet, falls to the
ground with the ladder and knocks a statue of Madame Foster over. The
statue shatters into tiny little pieces, and Bloo gets up to looks at
Coco angrily.

Bloo: Coco! What
the heck do you think youre doing!

Coco: Cococo
Coco! Coco?

Bloo: Well if
you must know, Im creating a painting for the greatest imaginary
friend to ever walk into this house.

Coco: Coco?

Bloo: You! Of
course not. Im obviously talking about myself. Im- (Coco
interrupts to ask a question) – No, Madame Foster doesnt know
about this yet. Im planning and doing it as a surprise.

Coco: Coco

Frankie walks into the
room in a hurried fashion, and gasps when she sees the broken statue.

Frankie: You
guys! What happened in here! And who was using the ladder?

(Coco and Bloo point at
each other)

Bloo: Dont
look at me, I dont even have feet!

Mr. Herriman walks in
and looks down at the mess. He then hops over to Frankie.

Mr. Herriman:
Ms. Frances, I do suggest you clean this mess up at once! A new
friend will be arriving at this house any moment, and you will be
required to give him a tour.

(Door bell rings)

Mr. Herriman:
Ah, here he is now! Ms. Frances, please welcome our guest and care
for his needs.

Frankie:
Whatever

(She walks towards the
door)

Mr. Herriman:
Ms. Frances! I just told you to clean up this disastrous mess at
once!

Frankie: What!
You just told me to-

Mr. Herriman:
Im not telling you to be in two places at once, Ms. Frances, just
to do two completely unrelated things at the same time. Now, I must
talk with Coco about her speech for the upcoming convention.

(Mr. Herriman and Coco
exit)

Frankie: Bloo,
clean this mess up! Ive gotta show the new guy around or Herriman
will kill me!

(Bloo acts like he
cant hear her and runs away)

Bloo: What? You
want me to work on my painting? No problem, talk to you later!

Frankie: Oh
brother

The young woman walks
to the door and opens it, welcoming a small, floating brown ectoplasm
to the home.

Frankie: Hey
there, little guy! Welcome to Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends.
Whats your name?

Tage: Im-
Cough- Tage (He talks like he has a cold). Im really glad I
could find this place- Achoo!- My kid imagined me while he was sick
so I could keep him company- Cough- But when he got better and I
didnt, he just kicked me to the curb.

Frankie: Aw,
poor guy! Dont worry, Im sure we have something thatll make
you better.

Tage: Thats
what my kid said

(Wilt walks in the room
bouncing a basketball)

Wilt: Hey,
Frankie! Hey, new guy!

Frankie: Wilt,
this is Tage. Tage, Wilt.

Tage: Nice to
meet you, Mr. Wilt- Achoo! (He sneezes all over Wilts head)

Wilt: Eh Nice
to meet you, too, Tage (Shakes phlegm off of his hand). If you ever
need anything you can just ask me, ok?

Frankie: I could
actually use your help right now, Wilt. Im spose to give Tage a
tour of the house, and Herriman wants me to clean this mess up; do
you think you could do it?

Wilt: Of course,
no problem! Ill see you guys later.

(Frankie and Tage exit
the room)

Several hours later,
Mac and Bloo are busy working on Bloos painting. Bloo thinks its
the greatest thing he has ever seen, while Mac thinks it doesnt
even look like him.

Mac: How do you
know Madame Foster is going to let you hang this up anyway?

Bloo:
Areyoukidding? This is the most amazing work of art that
I have ever layed eyes on! Why, I would cry just at the sight of it!

Mac: Yeah, itll
probably make a lot of other people cry, too.

Suddenly, the door to
Bloos room swings open and Frankie dashes in and slams the door
behind her, breathing heavily.

Frankie:
Finally! Im so glad Im away from that new guy. Have you two
seen him yet?

Bloo: Come on,
Frankie. I mean he cant be that ugly-

Frankie: No,
its not that! He has some incurable virus. I gave him every kind
of medicine we have, but hes not getting any better. I even had to
give him his own room because he keeps coughing and sneezing on
everybody-

Bloo: WHAT!
What did you just say!

Frankie: Uh, he
was coughing and sneezing on everyone?

Bloo: No, before
that! You said he got his own room. So, just say I was to get Tages
virus, hypothetically speaking. Does that mean I would get my own
room, too?

Frankie: Youre
unbelievable. Anyway, Im going to bed.

(Frankie walks out of
the room)

Bloo: Um, is
that a yes?

Mac and Bloo continue
the painting for a couple more minutes until Mac yawns loudly.

Mac: Its
getting pretty late, Bloo. I think Im gonna head home.

Bloo: Yeah, I
think Ill go downstairs too. I wanna find out where that Tage
guys staying

Mac: Come on
Bloo, dont be stupid! If you get sick I wont come to visit you,
and then youll be up for adoption.

Bloo: Mac,
please! Couldnt you just come anyway? And if you get sick, just
think of it as a favor for me.

Mac: Getting
sick would be doing you a favor?

Bloo: If it gets
me my own room, then yes.

Mac: Whatever

(They both exit Bloos
shared room)

Meanwhile, Wilt, Coco
and Eduardo are busy folding clothes in the laundry room on the
second floor. Wilt hasnt been feeling well since encountering
Tage.

Eduardo: Seor
Wilt, you dont look so good.

Wilt: Ill be
fine, Ed. Just a little stomach problem. Im sure Ill be Ill
be just

(Wilt suddenly
collapses onto the floor)

Coco: Coco!

Eduardo: Que
Horible! Are you ok, Seor Wilt?

Wilt: UghUghhh

Coco: Coco?

Wilt stands up and
turns around to face his friends. They scream in horror at the sight
of the brown spots all over his body. He also walks in a zombie like
fashion.

Wilt: Ugh Er

Eduardo: Ah!
Seor Wilt!

(Wilt eerily walks
towards them)

Coco: COCO!
CocoCocococo Coco!

Eduardo: Si,
lets get out of here!

(They both run out of
the room screaming)

Authors Note:
Like I said before, I know that script format isnt the best way to
write a story. Its not what I usually use, but it works best for
writing about something like this. Anyway please review it and do not
tell me that script format is bad; just review it for what it is.
Thanks, and act 2 will be up soon!