Foster’s Porn Story: THE DOCTOR IS IN Chapter 2
Alrighty folks, time for Chapter 2. This is where things start to turn a little bit moon-e, and a bitcreepy. (Youll know what I mean once youre reading) Plus thanx for the comments!
CHAPTER TWO
Later that night, five o clock to be exact, Bloo went to a cupboard for his paddle ball. While he was reaching for his paddle ball, Mr. Herriman was right behind him, just standing there casually. Boo. He said, in a non-lively tone. WAUGH! Bloo jumped up after being startled, and hit his head against the ceiling this time. He fell back down and rubbed his head while Herriman was speaking, Looking for something? I was looking for my paddle ball before you nearly gave me a heart attack! Bloo responded angrily, then rubbed his head, “…and a broken head.” Master Bloo, remember what I told you about staying up with that thing? Mr. Herriman asked. Something about cheesecake, right? Bloo responded. Mr. Herriman sighed, then sarcastically said, Yes Master Bloo, we talked about eating cheesecake last night. Bloo misinterpreted this as a serious answer, Oh, cool! Cause I was thinking- Mr. Herriman was not in the mood for listening to another one of Bloos crackpot plans. Excuse me Master Bloo for changing the subject, but I have set up another rule. What! How can you possibly invent anymore rules! You already have like, a gazillion rules that are taking over the house like little delectable mind licking leeches! (At this point, Mr. Herriman would be giving the good viewers out there the stare of disbelief) My next rule is to give you a curfew for paddle ball usage. You may only use your paddle-ball from noon until five o clock. Bloos mind was blown, WHAAAAAAT! But I dont go to bed until seven! Rules are rules, Bloo. Mr. Herriman stated, and then said, Now if you will excuse me, I must return to my office. then hopped away. Sheesh! Bloo muttered.
Mr. Herriman was in his office, completing paper work. Madam Foster had left that night for something she didnt bother mentioning, but she left Mr. Herriman in charge of the house. But it seems that there was no mayhem or shenanigansprobably not yet, but everything was at peace. Well, Mr. Herriman said to himself, It appears that our little blue friend has run out of crack pot schemes that he develops various times. Maybe now I can find peace and solitude. Mr. Herriman then stood form his desk and hopped towards the front door of the foyer. When he got there, he asked himself, I wonder what the weather is like tonight? opened the doors and hopped outside. The temperature was decent for a summers night, possibly about 50 degrees out, and the sky was clear. Ah, now this is more like it. Mr. Herriman said relaxed. He strolled around for a little bit enjoying the view. Wait a second. he abruptly stopped and looked up at the moon. He noticed that tonight was a full moon, butit was the color yellow. His eyes widened, then he checked his watch. The time was now exactlynine o clock. Oh my he muttered in alow, solemn voice. Suddenly, the moon was projecting a large beam of orange-yellow light down to the ground, searching for something. Specifically, Mr. Herriman, since it was heading directly towards him.
WAAUUGH! Mr. Herriman yelped. He rapidly hopped towards the house, but the beam chased after him. Mr. Herriman made it into the house and closed the doors. He let out a sigh of relief. However, the beam of light was making its way through the many windows of the house. Mr. Herriman shrieked like a frightened eight-year old girl, and rapidly hopped across the rooms, closing every curtain to every window he came across. After closing countless windows in countless rooms, he locked himself in his office, hyperventilating. He finally calmed down, Well, it appears I wont be going through that experience again. He turned around, then suddenly stopped. He was standing right in front of his newly built window, which was tall and wide, but with no curtains. Uh oh he muttered in a low, distorted voice. Then out of no where the orange-yellow lightcoveredhim. Mr. Herriman fell to the ground, twitching non-stop and holding his head as if he had a headache (Or maybe hedoes have a headache…a bad one. :P) Hedropped on his back and reached his hand up into the air, but it fell back. Suddenly his mind was becoming scrambled, driven with thoughts of heinosity, the urge to maim, andplaid body also felt different as well, feeling like he was growing many inches. Finally after a several minutes, Mr. Herriman rose from the ground, and the first sound his mouth makes is a long, disturbing and demented cackle
Well, that does it. The bunny must have drank too much carrot juice, or ate too many plain old carrots…or something.