It was a nice day in Wagstaff until Martha saw a moving truck and it was moving into the house. He even told Skits, Helen and the whole family about it. They visited the new neighbors and meets a 10-year-old boy name Tom. He also has two pets. A ham...
A/N: This will be a parody of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. I'll be introducing some new OCS I made.
[The episode cuts to the outside of the dog pound and an alarm clock is heard ringing inside of Trixie's room.]
TRIXIE: Kazuo. Kazuo! KAZUO!
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KAZUO: [comes in the backroom and runs up to TRIXIE's cage] WHAT?!
TRIXIE: My alarm clock. [her alarm clock is still ringing]
KAZUO: You know, Trixie, you could turn it off yourself. You're right there.
TRIXIE: And touch plastic? Please. I'm royalty. [Kazuo gets annoyed, turns off Trixie's alarm clock and tries to walk off] Are we forgetting something? [Kazuo gets even more annoyed] My eyes, they're not going to open themselves.
KAZUO: They will if you just--
TRIXIE: OPEN THEM! [Kazuo does so as she opens Trixie's eyes] Ah! [looks at Kazuo's face] Why are you making that hideous face?
KAZUO: [raises an eyebrow] What face?
TRIXIE: Oh, I forgot. You always look like that.
KAZUO: [groans] Trixie, we go through the same routine every day. We wait on you hand and foot and all you do is insult us!
TRIXIE: Why, I am deeply hurt that you would even suggest such a thing. That is simply not true. Now, are you going to carry me to the bathroom outside, or do I have to do it myself?
KAZUO: [sadly sighs] Fine.
[Meanwhile, Kazuo carries Trixie to the bathroom outside. Wally is gargling with mouthwash in his mouth, he finishes up by spitting in a bowl, and Kazuo starts putting the mouthwash in Trixie's mouth. She closes her mouth to wash it inside, but then she felt something and spat it all on Kazuo face.]
TRIXIE: [to Wally] You call this pre-gargled? It's barely foamy. [to Kazuo] Oh, to clarify, I was spitting in anger, not spitting out the mouthwash like normal.
[Kazuo raises an eyebrow on his head.]
[His two children were cleaning Trixie's cage and his wife was sewing one of Trixie's everyday dresses while her hair was frazzled. After that, a fed-up Kazuo brings Trixie back in her room.]
TRIXE: Dress me.
KAZUO'S WIFE: Well, I'm not done sowing your new outfit, dearie. If you need a new one every day, then I could--
TRIXIE: [interrupts Kazuo's Wife sentence] DRESS ME! [she does so right away] Good gracious! Is this polyester?!
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