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Mallow Out!	By : FairySlayer Category: +1 through F > Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends Views: 28174 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Obsessions
- 2-Realizations
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Thanks to Poland for help with translations, and a very special thanks to Gemlord for detailed notes on how to improve the story.

Frankie was obsessed and couldn't stop dusting, even though everything outside the kitchen door was already sparkling. It was impossible to tear herself away from the sounds coming from beyond the door. The mansion's cutest, nicest daily visitor was trying to mollify Cheese, the second most irritating imaginary friend ever, even though the green guy had a home of his own.

"I like marshmallow!" Cheese informed him.

"Yes, I know," Mac grumbled. "But if I spread it too fast it'll wreck the bread."

The boy's frustration brought a guilty smile to Frankie's lips, but only for a moment. She knew she should go somewhere else, far away from him, but she couldn't help herself.

It had been hard enough to suppress her disturbing thoughts whenever some little boy, or sometimes even a cute girl, visited to place or adopt an imaginary friend, and thankfully they usually had parents with them. Even the open houses and school field trips kept her too busy to entertain her unnaturally perverted fantasies. Though afterwards she often locked herself in her room and tried to appease her demons. But, alas, it was her duty to care for her grandmother and the home, so she could handle an occasional little morsel of temptation.

But now there was Mac. *sigh* Every single day this adorable, playful little boy spent hours running around the mansion. It seemed like he was everywhere she looked, yet she knew that it was often by her own doing. She wiped a single tear from her eye. Why do I have these feelings? What made me this way? Why can't I be normal and at least like grown up men too!

Bloo's obnoxious voice snapped her out of her self-loathing, giving her a chance her redirect her frustrations on him. "Mac, why are you doing it the hard way? Just squeeze real hard like this."

"Bloo, no!" Mac cried out just before a deep splat! The boy's annoyed grunt made Frankie tingle inside. "Here, take this!" the boy laughed before firing back.

"Hey! Why'd you do that?" Bloo whined.

Mac's laughter was followed by a sudden, "Ow!" and then lots of footsteps and laughter.

Then the little blue troublemaker called out in a sing-song voice, "Heeeeey Maaaaac!"

Something about the timbre of Bloo's voice scared Frankie. She rushed in but it was too late:

Bloo was standing on a crate, with a single big blob of marshmallow fluff stuck to his lower front. Right next to him were a couple of open plastic jars of fluff, propped up diagonally. Only a few feet away was Mac, with a few spots of fluff on his clothes and a big smile on his bright red face. Everything moved in slow motion. He was turning to see why Bloo was calling him. Bloo smiled with evil glee as he jumped high in the air, almost hovering before he began to fall. Frankie could only watch in horror as Mac's smile was replaced with raw fear. Bloo's bottom hit the jars and crushed them, blasting out huge chunks of the gooey marshmallow cream towards the boy.

Though mortified, Frankie couldn't help but shudder as a huge wad of white goo splurted in the young boy's face. For an instant she imagined herself being the recipient of Mac's... It made her swoon as she thought about the sticky wads of goodness clinging to her face and hair. She imagined that Mac's semen would taste even sweeter than the sugary fluff that now covered his face. Frankie licked her lips as the boy fell back onto his rump, laughing hysterically. It was so cute that she had trouble forcing a frown, but she still got ready to tear them a new one. But then she remembered...

"FUCK!" she screamed while pouncing on the boy, knocking him on his back and straddling his chest. "Bloo! You stupid moron pain in the ass worthless little /b/tard! You know Mac's hypoglycemic!" she ranted while pinning Mac's arms down with her knees. "This stuff's almost pure sugar!" Frankie squeezed the sides of Mac's mouth open with her left hand and shoved in a couple of fingers from her right. She wiggled them around while pleading, "Whatever you do Mac, don't swallow!" After feeling only warm slipperiness in there, instead of anything cool and sticky, she roughly wiped at his face with both hands. "Hey dildo reject! Get me a wet rag!"

"Just use the one you're on, geesh!" Bloo muttered. He slowly opened the drawer and carefully searched for one he liked. Then he turned on the faucet, pausing the let the water get warm.

Frankie was too frantic to wait. She leaned down to his face and began furiously licking and sucking away the fluff on and around his lips. Mac struggled and squirmed underneath her, but she relentlessly lapped all around his mouth, nose and chin.

"Here you go, Miss Needs-a-Lay," Bloo sneered as he finally held out the dripping washcloth.

Frankie snatched it and shoved it into Mac's panicked mouth. "Get Wilt and have him meet me in the upstairs bathroom," she barked while scooping up the gooey boy. While bolting out of the kitchen she yelled back over her shoulder, "And clean this mess up!"

Bloo sighed and turned to Cheese, who was just standing there with his usual blank expression. "I like marshmallow!" the yellow friend reiterated.

Bloo thought for a moment. "Well there's plenty of it all over, so eat as much as you want!"

Cheese instantly dropped to his knees and began sucking the fluff off of Bloo's groin.

Bloo's eyes bulged for a moment... then something else did. He sighed dreamily, "I like blowjobs."

The redhead all but dropped Mac in the tub, pressing her hand tightly into his chest to hold him down as she turned on the water. "Stop struggling!" she growled, making him cringe so hard that she could feel it. "Look, we have to get this stuff off of you right away, okay?" Mac nodded. He looked so weak and vulnerable, so frightened that it made her feel sick to her stomach. Carefully she removed the rag from his mouth and used it to wipe his face some more. Without a word, she lifted his shirt and undershirt up, and he obediently raised his arms as she pulled them off.

Frankie paused to stare at his tiny bare chest, glistening from the gentle steam. Then she noticed his mostly-clean mouth and was overwhelmed with disappointment: she had just licked and sucked his handsome young face and got to slip her fingers into his warm, moist mouth; and she had her groin pressed against his squirming body the whole time. Yet she didn't get to enjoy a single moment of it.

How she despised herself! Frankie believed, had to believe, that deep down she really only wanted to make young boys happy. She was convinced she cared more about pleasuring them than herself. So realizing that she had just terrorized such a beautiful little boy was killing her inside. She wished she had let him try to take care of it himself. Then at least if he suffered one of his epic sugar rushes she would get to hold him tightly and calm him down... Fuck! her inner voice suddenly screamed. Why would I fantasize about taking advantage of him like that? I'm such a monster!

The girl shook her head briefly, bringing herself back to the moment. "Oh geez!" She reached down to pull off his shoes and socks, tossing them on the floor before unbuckling his belt. Mac was too shocked and, frankly, too scared to stop her from pulling off his soaking wet pants. She grunted, cursing herself for wishing Bloo had shoved some marshmallow down his underpants: then she'd have an excuse to remove them too.

A sudden panic ran through her because, all on their own, her hands were sliding back up the insides of his skinny thighs. She couldn't stop herself from stripping him anyway! Frankie was filled with terror, but the thought thrilled her too. Just before her fingers touched that last scrap of fabric, the only thing keeping his full naked glory from her, there was a knock at the door.

"Oh thank god!" she gasped. She noticed Mac stealing a nervous glance at her, probably thinking that she was really angry with him. She closed her eyes and threw her head back while trying hard to catch her breath.

There was another knock. "Hello, Frankie?" Wilt called through the door. The exasperated woman scooped up Mac's clothes and opened the door. She knew he couldn't help but notice her flushed face and dour expression, but at least he was too polite to mention it. "I heard about the kerfluffle..." Frankie inhaled sharply and gritted her teeth. "Sorry! Poor word choice," he offered.

Frankie momentarily rolled her eyes as she forced herself to calm down. "Here, wash it out of Mac's clothes and bring them to my room when they're dry. Uhm, please."

Wilt gladly accepted the wet and gooey clothes. "Sure thing, Frankie. But what about your clothes?"

The redhead looked down at herself and saw what he meant: her skirt and hoodie were all sticky from where she had sat on and handled him. Then she noticed a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. This is a really bad idea! Don't do it! she told herself. "Just a moment," she said while stepping behind the door. She glanced at Mac: he still had his back to the door and was perfectly still. Tears welled in her eyes when she realized he was simply too frightened to do anything.

Frankie peeled off her hoodie and dropped her skirt, sporting only her baby tee and panties while balling the dirty clothes together. She quickly slipped on the robe. For some reason, double-knotting the tie was going to help her keep control. Now trembling with fear, she handed her clothes to the big reliable red guy. She was sure that Wilt was concerned by her shakiness, and then her "Thank you" came out sounding much harsher than she wanted.

Still he smiled as he walked away. "Okay Frankie, I'll get right on it."

The flustered young woman then noticed several imaginary friends loitering in the hallway, murmuring quietly to one another, staring. She closed the door and, after hesitating a moment, quietly locked it. Then she turned back to the tub and the nearly naked little boy sitting in it.

Mac had started scooping up handfuls of water and was trying to wash the gunk out of his hair by himself. Frankie went over to the tub and got on her knees. "Let me do that." Again her words were much harder than she wanted. Mac immediately dropped his arms to his side and went still. She choked up while carefully stroking locks of his sticky brown hair between her fingers.

Frankie had no idea of what to say. She simply his hair in silence, being as gentle as possible. Occasionally she'd steal a caress of his neck or shoulders, but she couldn't tell whether it felt more good or bad to her. Despite the hot water he was trembling. There were no words to express how bad she felt and how desperately she wanted to make him feel better. She knew she would do anything, but then she also wondered whom she actually wanted to make happy.

A dollop of marshmallow on his ear caught her attention. It beckoned to her, offering a way to break the tension and, perhaps, get that beautiful, sexy little boy to crack a smile. She rested her hands on his shoulders, squeezing him gently as her head moved forward. Apart from letting out a fluttering sigh, Mac was very still even as her lips wrapped around the top of his ear. Her tongue began swishing around, inside and out. Frankie sucked up the sweet blob and licked his ear completely clean; she kept at it until he stopped shaking.

Nearly breathless herself, she asked, "That's better, huh?" Frankie's arms slid around his chest, and she could feel his heart pounding. One of her fingers involuntarily made small strokes against his tender wet flesh. She pressed the side of her face against his big sweet head and closed her eyes, more breathing than speaking, "I'm so sorry Mac. I didn't mean to scare you so much. It's just that I got so scared myself I overreacted. I never ever wanted to hurt you. Please believe me."

Mac tentatively reached a hand up, stopping just short of hers while she continued to draw lazy circles around his tiny stiffening boy nipple. "So, you're not really mad at me?" he finally asked.

With her face still against his she simply shook her head. The young woman was too afraid to look into his face: seeing just a single trace of hurt in his eyes would destroy her. And at that moment she thought she would die if she could never be this close to him again. "Can you ever forgive me?"

A warm trickle ran down one side of her face, then the other, and then again. Then she felt tiny fingers trembling as they wiped the water away. At first she thought he was brushing away tears she didn't even know she was crying. Frankie opened her eyes. Mac gazed pensively at her while bringing his cupped hand up to the side of her face. He let the water run down the hair by her ear and slid his finger down to wipe it off. Softly he explained, "You got some fluff in your hair too."

She took his sudden kindness as a yes. Her heart fluttered. Yes. Her slow, hot breath blew down his neck. Yes! Everything disappeared except the caring child whose face was still pressed against hers.

YES!

Frankie suddenly pushed her face forward and wrapped her lips around his. A tremendous chill rushed through Mac's body, freezing him in place as the skinny yet beautiful redhead pressed her warm, moist mouth into his face. He forgot to breathe while she teased and licked his lips. It felt so good. He occasionally tried to kiss her back, but not very much. She wondered if he was afraid of doing something to make her stop. Or just afraid. Yet his hesitant and unskilled movements only inflamed her passions. Her tongue darted furiously and worked its way into his mouth, finally getting to enjoy that chasm of warmth that had so cruelly teased her earlier. Her heart started racing and she heard the blood rushing through her ears. Frankie gripped his head and kissed him even harder, though she was almost in tears while struggling not to stick her tongue too deep into his hot, tender throat.

Despite her bliss, soon she couldn't help but feel the hard edge of the tub jamming into her chest. It was tough to hold his head and support herself, plus she feared that she was hurting his neck by keeping his head turned. She backed away a little, smiling brightly at the confused boy. "One sec." she panted while slipping her hands down her front. Though she prepared to struggle with the tie the knot came apart very easily. She quietly laughed at herself: she'd never pulled it tight after all. She dropped the robe as she stepped into the tub; her Powerpuff Girls tee shirt had barely hit the floor by the time she was hovering over him on all fours, now only in her bra and panties.

Her face met his and she kissed him hard for a several seconds, making the boy dizzy. After nearly biting his mouth she backed away, watching excitedly as his eyes opened and leaned forward, desperate to kiss her again. She grinned at his needy expression, waiting just until she could see how truly anxious and excited he was. Out of the corner of her eye she caught him trying to cover the bulge in his underwear. That not-so-small accomplishment made her shudder with delight.

The redhead pushed herself forward but avoided his lips, opting instead to kiss and lick the side of his face. As he turned his head towards her face she kept moving back just a little faster, finally nuzzling and licking his other ear, which still had a little marshmallow on it. I'll never complain again about how hard this stuff is to clean up! He tensed up and gasped repeatedly while her hot tongue invaded and conquered the tender organ. "If you like that..." she murmured.

Then she suddenly propped her arms up on the tub's edge, on either side of his head. Frankie gazed straight into his eyes, mesmerizing him, and then she kissed him on the forehead. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," she whispered. There was a pause, Mac gazing up at her with tears of joy in his eyes. She nuzzled his face, calming him with a wet yet gentle kisses. Again she paused, catching her own ragged breaths as they blew hotly down his neck and chest.

The woman cocked her head up when she heard a noise at the door. Mac tried to ask what was wrong but she noiselessly shushed her little love. She listened intently. Hmmm... No doubt the residents were concerned about how mean ol' Frankie, spewing obscenities and trembling with rage, was punishing the poor little boy. She smiled devilishly at the boy and whispered, "Now, let's have some real fun."

Then her sudden loudness frightened him. "Okay, Mac, you're in for it now!" She instantly dropped herself down on him and forced her head into the nape of his neck. She licked, bit and gently sucked at his neck and shoulders while sliding one hand back to tickle his smooth, skinny chest. Mac didn't stand a chance. The boy let out several loud stuttering moans and a few excited squeals while trying in vain to push her away; but deep down he was glad that he couldn't, and the redhead didn't mind one bit as he pushed, pawed and squeezed her upper body.

The sound of gasps and Eduardo's crying could be heard through the door.

Frankie's fondling hand slid down his belly and to the waistband of his underpants. She suddenly raised her head and nearly shouted, "And look what you did to me! I'm all dirty now! So very dirty..." The redhead was feeling high on the moment, but that's not all she wanted to feel. Without another moment's hesitation she firmly gripped at his young bulge. Mac gasped and his whole body jerked as he let out a meek whimper. "Do you have any idea how hard this is!" she yelled.

"AIIIGH!" Mac cried out as she massaged his young yet rigid boyhood through the wet cotton.

Through the door she could hear some of the residents crying and imagined some hugging one-another in grief.

It was a bit too much. When Frankie saw how distressed he was she reluctantly let go. Then she held his face in her hands, looking deep into his eyes while he caught his breath. "You're so adorable when you're all worked up," she cooed. Once calmed, she started kissing him on the lips again, vowing to keep going as long as he wanted. Or until the water's cold she half hoped. Feeling his mouth playing with hers was almost as arousing as his palpable effort to do it right, especially since he probably didn't even know what 'right' was. Then, to her pleasant surprise, she felt his hands against the sides of her chest, his fingers gently massaging her ribcage. Clearly he wanted to cop a feel of her perky little chest apples. It was too cute!

She broke the kiss momentarily, breathily asking, "You like puzzles Mac?"

"Uh-huh..." he moaned while pressing his face into hers again.

Frankie turned her face sideways, presenting her face and chin to his greedy mouth. He was happy just to have his lips on any part of her, a thought which sent a jolt of sheer excitement throughout her body. After a moment she remembered what she wanted to say. "Okay, here's the deal: if you can get my bra off all by yourself I'll let you touch my boobs as much as you want."

Mac stopped cold. "How do I get it off?"

Frankie giggled while kissing along his forehead. "The clasp is in back. And that's all the help I'm gonna give you." She was lying and she knew it: the redhead moved her knees back and lowered herself so he'd be able to get his arms around her. Of course, it wouldn't be as much of a challenge if she didn't nuzzle and sloppily kiss all over his upper body while he fought with the silky torture device. The more she nibbled along the side of his face and neck, the more he struggled to concentrate; the more flustered he became the more turned on she was.

It was wonderful! His arms were wrapped tightly around her while his fingers struggled desperately, pulling and twisting her bra strap as he fought with the hooks. And Mac's moans of pleasure interspersed with grunts of frustration were driving the young woman crazy. Though she suddenly wondered if there was still an audience outside the door. She drove her face hard into her young lover's chest and growled fiercely before laying several hard play bites across his neck and shoulder.

"Ohhhhhhww! Stop it! stop it! stop it!" Mac cried out while trying to pull away.

Frankie clearly heard Mr. Herriman's trademark "Oh my!"

"I didn't say you were done!" she more giggled than shouted. When he glanced up at her she gave him a reassuring wink. Frankie arched her back and pressed her breasts just below his face, making his reach a bit easier she thought.

Mac suddenly hollered, "I can't take it anymore!" He grabbed the sides of the bra, pulling the cups forward and jerking them down to free her plump little boobs. She was shocked that he would be so brazen and cheat like that, but it showed just how bad he wanted them.

"Close enough," she said, nuzzling his ear before grumbling in a bad British accent, "Do your worst!"

"Huh?"

"Uhm, you can touch them now."

Mac didn't need to be told more than twice. Cautiously touched one of the prizes. His hand wandered around, pressing not too hard as he squished it under tense fingers. Then he gave a squeeze, fascinated by its squishy softness and warmth. His other hand soon reached up and he slowly fondled them both, never taking his eyes off the delicious mounds of flesh in his grasp. "They're so beautiful," he whimpered.

Frankie braced her arms on the tub's rim and moved her chest even closer to his face. "Are they kissably beautiful by any chance?"

Mac's face lit up like a rocket engine, more brightly than if he'd had the sugar fit. He shuddered a bit, giggling as his fingertips dug into one of her prized mounds. Before she could move it down to his mouth he had already lifted his head and started licking it, over and over again. She lowered herself just a bit more and lazily kissed the top of his head, letting herself get lost in his gropes and kisses. Mac switched over to the other breast and took it in his mouth, curiously circling the tip of his tongue around her areola. Mac didn't understand why, but he found himself instinctively sucking her hardening nipple.

Frankie gasped as her body tensed, and she was quick to reassure him with a quivering moan, "Yes! that! more!" He was happy to oblige her, squeezing the breast so he could take more of its plushy goodness into his mouth. His free hand took hold of her other lovely mound, but he was too focused on the one in his face to do much else. Meanwhile she nuzzled the top and sides Mac's head, taking in the sweet smell of his wet hair. She wondered if it felt more weird or scary to him, having his biggest crush letting him do anything he wanted to her - even encouraging him! Yet the sudden calm in the air told her that he felt very warm and safe too.

Though a total novice, his attentions sent sparks of pleasure all across her chest and down to the dampening space between her thighs. It was getting way too hot for the skinny young woman, and she found herself sweating from more than just the warm water. She fought not to squirm too much, doing her best to make sure her tingling breast stayed stuffed in his eager mouth. But she desperately wanted to take care of the other needs welling up inside of her. A squeal of frustration escaped her mouth while she tried to press her pelvis against his tummy or wrap her lower leg under his thigh. The tub was just too small.

No problem! Frankie inhaled deeply, cringing from the thought of pulling away, yet she did so anyway. In a second she was standing outside the tub but already bent over it again. She quickly grabbed under Mac's arms and yanked him out of the tub. As she turned to put him down she realized that the entire front of his body was pressed into hers; she could feel his excited cock pressing into her just below her breastbone. She suddenly lifted him higher until they were face to face, surprising even herself with her own strength.

Not that there was any time to congratulate herself. She kissed him so hard that he couldn't keep his head from being pushed back. In a frenzy she laid open mouth kisses all across his cheek and back to his tasty ear. Once there she dug the tip of her tongue into it, working it all around the inside for all she was worth. Shockwaves of pleasure and dizziness rocked through Mac's body for what felt like an eternity. His chest tightened and he could barely get enough air while the sensations short circuited every nerve in his body. It was truly scary, but in the good way. It seemed he would have been happy if the intense and sublime feelings lasted forever.

Frankie relented, pressing her face tightly against his cheek while bending over forward. Both of their chests heaved as they struggled for air, and both of them were being turned on even more by the other's ragged breaths. She growled softly, "I need you so bad it hurts!" She dropped to her knees and latched her mouth onto one of his tiny nipples. Then she gripped the arm next to it to make sure he wouldn't pull away; her free hand then rubbed and fondled his tiny, silky chest. After nuzzling against his smooth shoulder and collarbone, her mouth found his again. She released his arm and rested it across his back. Her naughty hand continued its way down his tummy before her middle finger playfully flicked across the waistband of his underwear a few times.

The woman suddenly realized that her fingers wouldn't take hold of his undies. They refused to. No matter how powerful her perverse carnal urges were, she couldn't go all the way with him so suddenly, so forcefully. Ever since she had jumped him in the kitchen she'd been doing nothing but dominating, intimidating, even terrorizing him. No! Their first time was supposed to be gentle, joyful and - most of all - completely willing. That was the fantasy which had helped her through the loneliest nights, when she felt like no one in the world could ever love such a sick and twisted girl; yet somehow Mac would love her anyway, even treasuring her happiness as much as she did his.

A pained moan squeezed every last bit of air from her lungs. She wrapped both arms around him and held him as his her life depended on it. Only then did she take a few long, deep breaths. The little boy worriedly tried to hug her back, but she was holding his arms too tightly. It was half a minute before she could even get out the words, "Okay Mac, we have to stop now." She let go and kneeled back; in an instant she had fixed her bra and was putting on her tee shirt. Mac's face filled with disappointment. Happy Booby Fun Time was definitely over.

When she looked him in the face he realized how upset she really was. He barely raised his arms towards her, wanting more than anything to hug her just one more time. Maybe, just maybe she'd hug him too, confirming all the tenderness and warmth they had just shared. Then he'd know for sure she didn't just suddenly hate him for some reason. He forced the words out before he choked up. "Did I do something bad?"

Frankie's heart sunk when she saw the first tear running down his flushed little cheek. "No! No no no no no," she squealed while falling on him. He hugged her neck, letting his tears of confusion flow freely down her cheek. She gently patted his back and stroked his hair. Every lascivious thought in he head evaporated as he cried and trembled against her. No matter how badly she wanted him to be so much more, he was still only a little boy.

"It's been a really rough day, hasn't it?" she cooed into his damp hair. "Meanie Frankie really put you through the wringer, didn't she? But it's okay now. I love you and nothing will ever change that..." Even if I don't find you quite so sexy anymore in a few years. "Everything's going to be all right. I promise," she comforted before nervously slipping in, "And there's no reason we have to tell anyone about anything that happened here. Okay?" Mac gladly nodded, willing to do anything just as long as she would just keep holding him.

After he settled down she kept one arm around him while stretching to retrieve the dreaded rag. Slowly and gently, she wiped the tear stains and traces of snot off of his worn out face. Then she brushed back his hair and planted a long warm kiss in the middle of his forehead. "I think it's time you get a little rest and forget all about marshmallows and baths..." and my total horniness for small boys... "...for today."

"Okay," Mac whispered as he rubbed his eyes. Frankie quickly wrapped him in a few towels and then put on the bathrobe. The worn out little boy gladly accepted her hand as she led him into the hallway. A sudden hush fell across all of the imaginary friends gathered outside, all of them staring at the pair.

Bloo cautiously approached. "Heeey Buddy. How 'ya feeling?" He glanced nervously up at Frankie, but there was only a hint of annoyance on her face.

"I'm okay," Mac yawned.

Bloo sidled up to him and held his hand next to his mouth, though he didn't think to whisper, "You sure? Maybe you're afraid to speak freely in front of the B-I-T-C..."

"Bloo!" Frankie's glare made him jump back a step.

Mac mumbled, "I'm just tired."

Bloo held an arm out towards Mac. "You wanna watch TV on the couch until your clothes are dry?"

Mac reached out to him. "Sure..."

Frankie interrupted as softly as she could, "Not right now, Mac." Everyone stared up at her breathlessly. She looked down deep into his curious eyes and said those four dreaded words:

"We need to talk."

Everyone else gasped. Bloo suddenly turned white with terror. Wilt covered his mouth with his one hand and his eyes nearly bulged off their stalks. Coco started running around in circles screaming, "Co-CO! Co-CO...!" The pink squirrel bit her nails. The Duchess just snickered.

Eduardo started blubbering, "¡¡Oh no!! ¡¡Frankie va a montar a Mac realmente duro!!"

Frankie winced at the commotion but managed to lead Mac away with a smile. The little boy was happy to follow, though something in her voice had the butterflies fluttering in his tummy.
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