As kids we all have imaginary friends, heck, I still have my imaginary friend. Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends was a successful television program and this film is an extended part of the franchise, featuring the same characters from the show, from a funny blue blob-shaped creature to a large anthropomorphic bunny rabbit bearing a close resemblance to Captain Peacock from the old British sitcom Are You Being Served? One of the characters a college-aged girl named Frankie, finds a world where she can do anything she wants and has her own imaginary friend, now her other friends have to come rescue her. It has some incredibly dorky moments but it is a kid's movie and for a kid's movie I 'd say it's got a pretty original plot. The soundtrack wasn't bad, although rather annoying at times, and the voice acting was great, especially from Tom Kane. I honestly hope this franchise is never remade, because it's great on its own and a funny yet intriguing source of entertainment for younger children, even adults.
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When the gang awakens, they find themselves in a fake version of Foster's created by World, who shrank them into it. After Frankie hears their voices calling to her and finds them shrunk, World becomes upset and accuses Frankie of planning to leave him alone in the toy box forever. She calms him down enough to befriend and unshrink the gang. Suddenly, Mr. Herriman storms into the room, having himself gotten into the toy box to look for Frankie, and harshly berates World, giving him an anxiety attack. World's world falls apart as he pursues the gang until it is nothing but a white void. As the gang arrives at the entrance of the box, World becomes furious and turns into a chimera-like creature to attack them all. The gang manages to escape the toy box, after which Frankie climbs out as well and tries to convince everyone to let World out of the box. Herriman yields, admitting to his misjudgment of Frankie and accepting World's release from the box. World adapts to the new environment and lives as a stuffed rag doll in the home. Herriman issues a decree to divide the chores between the imaginary friends and thus give Frankie a break from her job. After the chores, all the imaginary friends in the house are free to travel in and out of the toy box, where they enjoy themselves.
It's the annual Five-year Reunion at Foster's, where the imaginary friends get to see their creators again once every five years. While Mac and Bloo meet many of the creators of the friends, they wonder who Wilt's creator was. After asking Wilt a number of questions about his creator, he gets nervous and runs inside. The night of the reunion, Wilt decides to leave the house, and explains to Bloo (who followed him downstairs) that he did something terrible and needs to fix things up. Bloo (who thought that by "something terrible" meant that Wilt was a criminal) ended up telling everyone in the house the next morning, with Frankie deciding to try to find him. Coming with Frankie are Mac, Bloo, Eduardo, Officer Nina Valerosa (Eduardo's creator), Coco, and Douglas and Adam (Coco's...discoverers).
McCracken, C. (Writer & Director). (2007, May 4). Cheese a go-go (Season 5, Episode 1) [TV series episode]. In L. Faust, C. McCracken, & B. Miller (Executive Producers), Foster's home for imaginary friends. Boulder Media; Cartoon Network Studios.
I will not attempt to detail the particulars of such a meeting, where sorrow and joy were so completely blended: still, he was alive! he was come home! he might yet live to comfort and cherish her old age! Nature, however, was exhausted in him; and if anything had been wanting to finish the work of fate, the desolation of his native cottage would have been sufficient. He stretched himself on the pallet on which his widowed mother had passed many a sleepless night, and he never rose from it again.
I now bade a reluctant farewell to the old hall. My mind had become so completely possessed by the imaginary scenes and characters connected with it that I seemed to be actually living among them. Everything brought them as it were before my eyes, and as the door of the dining-room opened I almost expected to hear the feeble voice of Master Silence quavering forth his favorite ditty:
Another ground of violent outcry against the Indians is their barbarity to the vanquished. This had its origin partly in policy and partly in superstition. The tribes, though sometimes called nations, were never so formidable in their numbers but that the loss of several warriors was sensibly felt; this was particularly the case when they had been frequently engaged in warfare; and many an instance occurs in Indian history where a tribe that had long been formidable to its neighbors has been broken up and driven away by the capture and massacre of its principal fighting-men. There was a strong temptation, therefore, to the victor to be merciless, not so much to gratify any cruel revenge, as to provide for future security. The Indians had also the superstitious belief, frequent among barbarous nations and prevalent also among the ancients, that the manes of their friends who had fallen in battle were soothed by the blood of the captives. The prisoners, however, who are not thus sacrificed are adopted into their families in the place of the slain, and are treated with the confidence and affection of relatives and friends; nay, so hospitable and tender is their entertainment that when the alternative is offered them they will often prefer to remain with their adopted brethren rather than return to the home and the friends of their youth.
It is said that many an unlucky urchin is induced to run away from his family and betake himself to a seafaring life from reading the history of Robinson Crusoe; and I suspect that, in like manner, many of those worthy gentlemen who are given to haunt the sides of pastoral streams with angle-rods in hand may trace the origin of their passion to the seductive pages of honest Izaak Walton. I recollect studying his Complete Angler several years since in company with a knot of friends in America, and moreover that we were all completely bitten with the angling mania. It was early in the year, but as soon as the weather was auspicious, and that the spring began to melt into the verge of summer, we took rod in hand and sallied into the country, as stark mad as was ever Don Quixote from reading books of chivalry.
But if there was a pleasure in all this while snugly cuddling in the chimney-corner of a chamber that was all of a ruddy glow from the crackling wood-fire, and where, of course, no spectre dared to show its face, it was dearly purchased by the terrors of his subsequent walk homewards. What fearful shapes and shadows beset his path amidst the dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night! With what wistful look did he eye every trembling ray of light streaming across the waste fields from some distant window! How often was he appalled by some shrub covered with snow, which, like a sheeted spectre, beset his very path! How often did he shrink with curdling awe at the sound of his own steps on the frosty crust beneath his feet, and dread to look over his shoulder, lest he should behold some uncouth being tramping close behind him! And how often was he thrown into complete dismay by some rushing blast howling among the trees, in the idea that it was the Galloping Hessian on one of his nightly scourings!
Thus perplexed by the advice of his friends, who each in turn closed some particular path, but left him all the world beside to range in, he found that to follow all their counsels would, in fact, be to stand still. He remained for a time sadly embarrassed, when all at once the thought struck him to ramble on as he had begun; that his work being miscellaneous and written for different humors, it could not be expected that anyone would be pleased with the whole; but that if it should contain something to suit each reader, his end would be completely answered. Few guests sit down to a varied table with an equal appetite for every dish. One has an elegant horror of a roasted pig; another holds a curry or a devil in utter abomination; a third cannot tolerate the ancient flavor of venison and wildfowl; and a fourth, of truly masculine stomach, looks with sovereign contempt on those knickknacks here and there dished up for the ladies. Thus each article is in condemned in its turn, and yet amidst this variety of appetites seldom does a dish go away from the table without being tasted and relished by someone or other of the guests.
Friendship is a word which has a very captivating sound, but is by no means of a decided quality; it may be friend or foe as reason and true judgment shall determine for it. If I were to decry all female friendships in the lump it might seem a harsh sentence, and yet it will seriously behove every parent to keep strict watch over this propensity in the early movements of the female mind. I am not disposed to expatiate [Page 300] upon it's dangers very particularly; they are sufficiently known to people of experience and discretion; but attachments must be stemmed in their beginnings; keep off correspondents from your daughters as you would keep off the pestilence: Romantic misses, sentimental novelists and scribbling pedants overturn each others heads with such eternal rhapsodies about friendship, and refine upon nonsense with such an affectation of enthusiasm, that if it has not been the parent's study to take early precautions against all such growing propensities, it will be in vain to oppose the torrent, when it carries all before it and overwhelms the passions with it's force. 2ff7e9595c
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