The denizens of Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends were gathered in the foyer awaiting Frankie's return from her date. As everyone eagerly thought of what had happened on this night, they were startled by the front door being violently swung open. Bloo, Mac, Prince and Chris the delivery boy entered first, followed by Frankie, who had a look of total seething hatred all over her face that left Mr. Herriman nearly cowering in fear.

"Miss Frances...what happened?" he cautiously asked.

Frankie spun around and angrily glared at him for a few seconds before yelling, "HE WAS A TOTAL PRICK! THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED!"

"Yeah!" Mac replied. "The guy was a royal jerk!"

"How so?" Wilt asked.

"He had the nerve to say that she was his 'property!'" Chris added.

"WHAT? Oh man, that is NOT okay!"

"Co co coco CO-co!" Coco yelled in her unmistakable voice.

"He was a total loser!" Prince interjected.

"Dylan Lee es un perdedor MUY GRANDE!" Eduardo roared, surprising many.

"And worst of all, he had the nerve to call me a 'thing!'" Bloo screamed. As soon as he finished his outburst, the foyer--which was once buzzing with concern--had become dead silent, and everyone was blankly staring at him.

"What?" he asked.

Mac replied, "Well, no offense, Bloo, but you kinda are a 'thing.'"

"I know, but to hear him say it..."

"I know what you're trying to say, Bloo," Frankie said as she knelt down to face him. "Now that I think about it, I don't know what I ever saw in that guy. It'll probably be a while before I do anything like this again."

"Now, dearie, don't let one bad apple spoil the whole bunch for you," Madame Foster advised. "There's plenty of good, nice young men out there looking for a girl like you to be with."

Frankie smiled and said, "Thanks, Grandma."

"Don't you worry, Miss Frances," Herriman assured her. "Things will turn around for you."

Frankie's smile grew broader as she gave Herriman and her grandma a hug and said, "Thanks, both of you. I'm sure you're both right. I'll find someone."

"Oh, jeez..." Bloo mumbled under his breath.

Then Frankie turned to face the quartet that exposed Dylan Lee for who he really was and said, "Guys, I don't know how to thank you. If you hadn't been there, God only knows what that creep would've done."

"No problem, Frankie," Chris said. "Something about that guy just didn't seem right the first time I saw him."

"We did what anyone would've done," Prince said.

"Dress in drag and stack yourselves on top of each other?" Frankie asked incredulously.

"Well, not what anyone would've done...mainly what we would've done. Now that I think about it, I wouldn't mind doing Orlando Bloo again one of these days," Bloo said.

Frankie rolled her eyes, grinned and said, "Well, if you do, just make sure it's not on my next date."

Mac gave her a military salute and answered, "Will do!"

As Frankie went upstairs to her room, Mr. Herriman said, "Well, if I ever see anything like that again, it will be too soon. Now, everyone to dinner!"

Wilt said, "Dinner? Mr. Herriman, it's nearly 1 in the morning!"

"Oh! My mistake. Well then, everyone, off to bed!"