...washing machine down and turned.
"Hey, don't talk to me that way, Mac; you're the one who blew that totally awesome party we all had planned. Mac's brow furrowed.
"I'm not in the mood right now, Bloo. I just want to have a quiet night to myself without worrying about you brining the place down."
"Well then I'll be out in a half an hour."
"Why so long?" Quick as a bullet, Bloo got behind Mac and started pushing him, heels skidding, to the door of the laundry room and opened it. Mac's jaw hit the floor.
What was once Mac's quiet, suburban home was now a raucous party house, complete with crazy party goers, streamers, balloons, confetti, and loud music. Imaginary friends of all dimensions were packed wall to wall, drinking drinks, eating snack food, and having a good time. Mac could see Wilt, Coco, Eduardo, and even Cheese playing a bizarre form of Twister on his living room carpet. Eduardo, cloven hoofed as he was, slipped and nearly crushed the lot of them. They all had a laugh and spun the dial again. Just as soon as their left feet hit a yellow dot, the music went dead silent. All of the party animals...and appliances turned their heads, ready to berate the person spoiling their fun when they saw Mac, red-eyed and teeth bared. He pointed to the door with a whip-crack; not wi...