Hey everyone, here's my last chapter. Sorry this is so short, I've been busy. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Foster's Home

The red beanpole was ringing the bell rapidly while growing really impatient, Bloo then was starting to feel bad, now that everyone was suffering because of Wilt. "I created a monster," he whispered to himself.

"Hey, isn't anyone going to answer me? Hello?" Wilt asked loudly, but there was no response from anyone. Bloo then made it inside the room.

"Hey, buddy who I can always count on!" he said cheerfully.

"Wilt, listen remember when I said you should show more of an iron fist?"

"Yeah, it feels great! I now could get things that I could never get!"

"Well, I think you're going out of control!" Bloo shouted quickly as Wilt's eye widened in shock.

"What? That ridiculous! If I was going out of control, I would be commanding you to do crazy stuff. Oh, what was I asking for? Oh, yeah! Could you get the remote?"

"See that's what I'm talking about! Don't you even care about your friends?"

Wilt's face then started to soften in concern. "Well, yeah I do."

"Do you care about how they feel?"

"Kind of."

"Well, why don't we just get you out of this bed and—" Bloo assured him, taking out his blobby hands to grab the long red hand which was snatched back.

"You know what I change I mind. I am not leaving here!"

Bloo knew he was too stubborn to get off the bed, but desperate times call for desperate measures. He then went up to Wilt's locker and opened it. "I'm sorry, but what are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing. Since you don't want to get back on your feet, I guess you can kiss this goodbye."

Bloo then revealed in his hands….a basketball that made Wilt's eyes widened. The blob then grabbed behind his back a sharp pointy pin. The red beanpole was sweating under stress, deciding whether of not to get his possession. "I'm sorry, but you wouldn't dare!"

As the pin was moving closer and closer towards the ball's soft service, Wilt then jumped off the bed and ran up towards it, taking it from Bloo's hands. As Wilt stood up, his leg wasn't hurting at all anymore and the cast broke in half.

"Hey, my leg! It's better!" Wilt cheered as he moved it around rapidly. "Sorry, about acting like such a jerk for the past few days. Is that okay?"

"I guess so. Now there's only one thing left to do now", Bloo told him accordingly as Wilt grabbed the broken cast in his hand to look at it, which still hand writings from the residents on it. But there was one particular sentence that caught his eye.

"So that's what Bloo wrote!" Wilt called out, with a bit of pain from reading the sentence to himself. Later on, he and the rest of the group, gathered outside to see Wilt throw the cast away.

"Well, I don't need you no more. You've given me too much power over my friends, so I am sending you to the trash. It was nice knowing you and it was fun while it lasted." Wilt said to the broken cast as he dropped it into the garbage can, hopefully never to be seen again.

He turned to his friends with a frown with guilt and apologized, "Guys, I'm sorry I got out of hand; I didn't mean to be a burden with everyone. I guess it just felt so good being treated it just went over my head, is that okay?"

"Hey, at least you're better now, that's a good thing." Frankie chirped in.

"If you guys need any repayment—"Wilt started.

"Will do my friend, will do. At least now I don't have to keep hurting myself to get my bed back." Bloo said, but he realized that he just said. The others stared at him and then glared at him. "Oops."

"You we're what?" Frankie screeched as Bloo smiled nervously.

"Bloo, was that what it was about?" Mac asked him.

"What? Did I say that? Well, why should it matter? Wilt's on his feet again and I can get my bed back; it's win: win deal, Mac. Well, I'm going inside to watch some TV."

Karma managed to catch up to the blob as he tripped and rolled on Wilt's basketball accidently that was left on the sidewalk. Then he kept rolling on top of the ball as Mac tried to stop him.

Mac cried out, "Bloo slow down!" The blob then rolled him into the tree in front of the house and was knocked out cold. Then a giant tree branch fell on his entire torso, breaking more of his bones.

After that, Bloo went to the doctor already, who said that his rib bones and that he should stay in bed in a body cast for several months. He was actually not happy about it at all. But at least he got his bed back, just like he wanted.

"Hey, Bloo can I get you anything?" Wilt asked politely.

"Yeah, make me a sandwich with Monterey jack this time!"

"Got it!"

Wilt left the room until he was stopped by Bloo who was about to tell him something, "Hey!...It's good to have you back!" Bloo said with a smile.

"Thanks and it's good to be back!" The red beanpole smiled back and sighed He headed downstairs to make the sandwich for his best friend who was in pain. Bloo tried to move his neck, but was then groaning in pain.