Hey, everyone. This is my first Fosters fic. I almost wasnt going to post it, since it seems a bit derivative of my other story Rhondagenesis (which has NOT been forgotten, BTW, I hope to have Book II, Chap. 7 up soon, but a friend of mine convinced me. I also have very little clue where this story is going… if anyone has idea, feel free to suggest them.
Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends was created by Craig McCracken as is owned by Time-Warner, Im just messing around in their sandbox.
Awww… guys, you shouldnt have. Francis Louise Frankie Foster blew out the 23 candles on her cake. Shed almost forgotten today was the day, and was expecting the usual drudgery. So, the party had been a pleasant surprise.
Well, the credit really goes to Mac here. Wilt, a tall, gangly, and almost supernaturally-polite creature, placed his one hand on the 8-year-olds shoulders. He found out when your birthday was when the two of you were re-filing all those records that somehow wound up crumpled up and lying around the lobby.