Wilt walked down the sidewalk, searching for new friends to rescue. He hadn't won Friend of the Month for awhile, but then again, that wasn't why he did this. He wanted to help lost and abandoned friends, so thats what he did, and he loved doing it. He tries to go out whenever he could. Some might find wondering the street looking for friends might be boring but Wilt found it relaxing. The wind, fresh air, just being outside, it was all just really calming.

Wilt's attension was suddenly brought to an alley, he could have sworn he heard something. He sees something move in the alley so he steps towards it. Wilt peeks into the alleyway, something moves again.

"Um... hello, little friend-"

"Little? Who you calling little, bub!?" A female vioce came from the alley and suddenly the shady shape became a figure and that figure became person, who was in his face. Wilt then reliezed that she was IN his face. This imaginary friend was nine feet tall, purple, and currently extremely peeved at a certian red figment.

"AH! S-sorry I didn't know! I was just-"

"Ugh whatever man, sorry I snapped at ya there." Wilt noticed she had a slight southern accent.

"No, I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry, it's been a long few weeks so I've been... ya. I'm yammerin' on to stranger. Great." It was then Wilt nocticed the bandages on her face and her crooked antenni.

"Oh nonono, thats okay, what do you say you come with me-"

"Come with you? Come with you to where?"

It was then that Wilt brought her to Fosters.

"Golly, what is this place?" She asked, staring up at mansion.

"This is Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. This where I, and hundreds of other imaginary friends live, in hopes of getting adopted by a new boy or girl who really needs them."

"A foster home, eh?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think so, mister guy." With that she started to walk away.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH," Wilt said running over to her,"Why not?"

"I don't wanna other kid."

"Well at least stay here for the night. You look really tired and- wait not that you look BAD, you just. Wait um, you look, um, oh-"

"Okay, I get it! I'll stay the night, but only one!"

"Thats all I ask, if thats okay."

"It's fine." She said, walking towards the house.

"Here, let me get that for you." Wilt said, opening the door for her. She blushed slightly and walked inside.

"Hey, Wilt, Bloo and I were- Hey who is this?" Mac asked.

"Oh sorry, this- uh... I'm sorry Miss, what is your name?"

"Right, um... My name is Kathy and I'm guessing yours is Wilt?"

"Yes it is, is that okay?"

"Sure it is, but you don't really look like a Wilt."

"Wait what-"

"So where can I sleep?"

"Here, you can talk to Mr. Herriman about getting a room." Mac said taking her hand and leading her towards Mr. H's office.

"Aw thats real cute, kid but I'm not staying very long. Y'all don't have to-"

"It's okay we don't mind."

"Whatever you say, kiddo."

"My name is Mac, by the way."

"Ok then, whatever you say, Mac."

Kathy saw Mr. Herriman and was signed in and given a room. Wilt helped her find her room, which was two doors down from his own. He of coarse offered to help her settle in.

"Well this is it. You can sleep on that bunk there. I can help you settle in if that is okay." She stared at him. "Oh wait! You don't have, uh sorry, I didn't mean to erm, sorry."

"It's okay, man."

"Well... If you want we can see about finding you some fresh clothes. Not that our clothes look bad or anything, they just look alittle dirty is all- oh wait, I-"

"Chill out, pal, sure I could use some new clothes and these could use a good washin'."

"Great! Let's get you over to the laundry room."

"Cool." And with that they were off.

"So, uh, where you from?"

"Someplace."

"Okay um... got any hobbies?"

"What is this, Twenty Questions?"

"No, I'm sorry but I'm just trying to be nice."

"... I play some ball."

"Basketball?"

"Well, nah?" Kathy muttered sarcasticly.

"Sorry, but I play to!"

"...You?" Kathy asked, looking him up and down, puzzled.

"Yeah, I know I don't really... look like it because of the whole... arm thing, b-"

"Hey isn't that the laundry room?"

"Oh! Right, yes it is, come on." Wilt said, leading her into the room. He dug into the clean laundry, surely is something here for her to wear. He felt bad for taking someone else's clothes, but Kathy needed them. Finally, he found a t-shirt and shorts she could wear. "Here."

"Thanks, man." She said, taking the clothes. Then, much to the surprise of Wilt, she started taking her shirt off. Wilt's face flushed bright magenta, he wasn't expecting that. Kathy looks up at his pink face.

"What?"

"N-nothing."

"Okay then... Wierdo." She said before quickly changing and tossing Wilt her old clothes. "Wash these for me." With that, she left.

"O-okay!" Wilt said, left alone with her clothes, a blushing mess.

It wasn't long before lunch came around. Wilt sat down at his regular spot at the table, with Bloo, but before Eduardo sat next to him. Kathy did.

"Um, I'm sorry, Kathy, but that is Eduardo's spot."

"And?"

"And... That's where he sits."

"And?"

"Nevermind." Wilt sighed, knowing there was probably no reasoning with her.

"So, Walt-"

"Wilt."

"Whatever. So, Wilt, what do you do around here for fun?"

"Well, I play basketball, I help friends, watch basketball, play vidoegames sometimes."

"Cool. What's your favorite team?"

"The Big Apple Dumplings."

"Really?"

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Well, there is game on tonight, want to watch it with me?"

"Sounds like a plan."

"Great!" Wilt said, before he heard Bloo giggling. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing! Hehehehe!"

"O-kaaaayyyy then." Wilt said, confused. After awhile Wilt and Kathy left to go play basketball and Bloo started laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing about?" Frankie asked Bloo.

"Wilt! He totally likes her!"

"Wilt and Kathy? No way, she is so snappy and sarcastic and bleh and Wilt is... well he's Wilt!"

"Then why did he ask her to watch a game with him?"

"Again, he's WILT."

"I guess... but mark my words! He likes her."

"Oh whatever, Bloo."