Figured I'd get this out fast cause of the huge length of time it took me to get the last chappie out.

Special thanks to Cutelilteen for the review and to all those who reviewed the other chapters.

Coco solemnly left the hospital and started to think of what she was going to do. After a while Coco noticed something. A sign across the street that read 'Help Wanted'. Even with her tenuous grasp on reality Coco realized if she was going to make it anywhere she'd need money. So she ran over to the sign. This was a somewhat unwise idea seeing as how there was a very busy street betwixt her and said sign. The result was an unharmed Coco and many very harmed drivers.

Upon arriving at the sign she realized it belonged to 'Crazy K's Used Car Emporialisic place'.

"Well, Hellooooooo there. What ca I do you for?" Coco turned to see Mr. Crazy K him self. Dressed in an outfit befitting his name.

Coco responded by holding up the Help sign.

"So you think you've got what it takes to sell crazy K cars, do ya?"

"COCO!" Coco stated enthusiastically.

"Great! Now if you wanna work here you gotta prove you got what it takes." K then proceeded to carry Coco over to a car that was in a very sad state of affairs.

"Alright what's you name?"

"Coco."

"Suuuuuuuuper, so Coco this little beauty we call the Trasher. No one's ever been able to sell this car but if you can get close enough I'll give you the job. So whaddya say?" Mr. K was answered with he squealing of car tires as he saw the Trasher being driven off by it new legal owner.

"Coco," He said turning to the imaginary friend, "how'd you do that?"

"Co-co cocococo-co coco-co-coco cocococococococococococococo co CO!"

"Genius! You're Hired!"

So, over the following weeks, with the aid of Coco, Crazy K's Used Car Emporialisic place grew and grew. Coco and K (being the only employees) where soon made rich and renamed the place 'K and C's'. Everything was going just fine, but one day, just as Coco was getting into work she saw a group of men in suits coming out of K's new office.

She recognized them instantly, the board of directors. K was desperately clinging onto one of their legs. Screaming in defiance. The directors saw her and ignoring their temporary attachment walked over.

"Miss Coco, we regret to inform you that due to certain issues we will be forced to terminate you."

"Co coco?"

"Yeah!" K agreed, "On what grounds?"

"Well, fist of all you have no place of residence,"

"Cococo!"

"Yeah, the dumpster behind the Nasty Burger Totally counts!" K sympathized once more.

"Secondly, you, being imaginary, legally don't exist."

"Co co CO-COCO!"

"Thirdly, you don't even speak English, of any other identifiable language."

" !"

"Therefor your termination is effective immediately."

"!" K yelled.

Later Coco and K were sitting on the curb trying to cope with what had just happened.

"So, what are you gonna do now?"

"Cococo co co cococo cococo-co"

"Won't that be hard without roller skates?"

"Co" Coco agreed.

Just then the two heard a car zooming down the road. It had rained recently so there was a large, muddy puddle in front of them. K put two and two together and stated the obvious.

"This isn't going to end well."

The car zoomed by, the water flew up, the two braced for extreme wetness. It didn't come. The two look up and saw the thing that had deflected the water. An umbrella being held by a long red arm.

"You guys Okey?" Wilt said.

"Yeah, thanks stretch. Well, Coco, at least you still have your dumpster."

"Coco co co-co"

"Whaddya mean they kicked you out? Where are you going to live now?"

"Um, excuse me," Wilt intruded, "not that it's any of my business but I know a place you could stay."

"Coco co-co-co"

"Uh, sorry?"

"She asked if she'd have to pay rent." K interpreted.

"Oh! No. It's a foster home for imaginary friends."

"Cooo-CO!"

"Allll right!" K repeated.

"Come on let's all go home." Wilt said as the three walked into the sunset.

Wilt- Boy that was sappy. Who wrights this stuff

K- Eh, some loser who lives with his mom.

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