Chapter 22: Who is Wilt's Creator?
The gang regrouped in front of the Foster’s bus.
“M-maybe he left some clues! Come on, we gotta try!” Mac insisted as he pulled on Jamie’s arm.
“Mac…” Frankie started.
“No, wait. The kid’s got a point. Maybe there are some clues. His behavior has been sporadic, but what about before he left? Did anyone notice him acting strange?” Nina wondered.
“Well, actually, he was acting really weird at the reunion,” Mac pointed out.
“Yeah. He was,” Jamie added.
“How so?” Nina asked.
“He seemed really tense and uncomfortable and he was smiling really hard like this,” Mac said, demonstrated the smile, then continued, “And he was getting really confused about stuff. Like, he put potato salad in someone’s lemonade.”
“POISONED PEOPLE!!” Bloo shouted.
“Mm-hmm. Was there anything that might have been triggering this strange behavior? Anything someone was doing or saying?” Nina asked, while pacing.
“Well, a week and a half before the reunion, we had a conversation about his creator that he said he didn’t want to go further into,” Jamie answered.
“Yeah. I mean, who is his creator anyway?” Mac wondered.
“AL CAPONE!! No…ATTILA THE HUT!” Bloo declared.
“Heck if I know. Did you know that in all the years Wilt has been at the house, Wilt’s creator hasn’t even once come to the reunion?” Frankie pointed out.
“Never?” Nina wondered.
“Nope. Nobody even knows who he or she is,” Frankie answered.
“The only clue I got was that it was a male because he said that he let HIM down,” Jamie informed.
“That’s something, but we’re going to find out more,” Nina stated.
“We are?” the others asked.
“Yes. Because that is who Wilt is going to see,” Nina answered.
“He is?” the others went on.
“We need only to figure out who his creator is, and where he might be and that is where we will find Wilt,” Nina said.
“But how?” the others wondered.
“Simple. By recording the perpetrator’s-I mean, suspect-I mean, Wilt’s behavior and analyzing his psychological and physical characteristics, we can predict or assess the qualities of whoever it was that created him,” Nina explained.
“Oh, Nina! I don’t even know what you said, but it sure sounded smart!" Eduardo exclaimed, hopping up and hugging Nina.
Nina giggled then responded, “Oh, stop it. Gracias.”
“Oh, I get it. By looking at what kind of friend Wilt is, we can figure out what kind of kid created him!” Mac figured out.
“That’s my smart creator!” Jamie cheered, hugging Mac.
“That’s right. It’s called ‘profiling’. Now, let’s get down to business. What do we know about Wilt?" Nina asked.
Eduardo raised his hand then answered, “Oh, I know! He is red.”
Douglas and Adam typed the info in as they continued “profiling”.
“He lives a life of debauchery and crime!” Blood exclaimed.
“Coco cococococococo!” Coco stated while holding up her foot and wiggling her toes.
“Oooh, you’re right! He does only wear shoes and socks,” Douglas pointed out.
“Plus, he has weirdo, suction cuppy fingers,” Eduardo said.
“So, all we have to do is find a really tall, evil mastermind with a bad sunburn, suction cup fingers, and is a practicing nudist,” Adam stated like he solved it.
There was a slight pause before Frankie said, “Yeaaaah…no.”
“You’re going about it the wrong way,” Nina told them.
“Think of it from a psychological standpoint. Like Mac needed a friend who could help him with his older brother, so he imagined Bloo, and yet he doesn’t look like him. But when he got a little older, he told me he wanted an older sibling who would actually stand up for him and be the older sibling he always wanted and that’s when he imagined me,” Jamie explained.
“Exactly. So what sort of a child needed a friend like Wilt?” Nina asked.
“Uhhh…a kid with really high shelves?” Douglas guessed, making Jamie facepalm.
“No. I mean, well…another example would be me and Eduardo. I was not a big, hairy, purple man. I was a little girl who grew up in a dangerous neighborhood,” Nina said.
As she explained, she recalled the moment she imagined Eduardo. She was chased by some bullies until she hid and imagined him.
“And I was so frightened all the time, I needed someone to scare all the bad guys away,” Nina explained.
She remembered after he scared them off, they hugged then went to her place.
“But I also needed someone who would be nice to my baby brother,” Nina pointed out.
“Coochie coochie coo…” Eduardo cooed while lightly tickling her little brother, making him laugh.
They then went to have a tea party.
“And someone to play with. But I had another reason I needed to create Eduardo that I didn’t even know about,” Nina went on.
Then she remembered when they were at the playground, making cute animal sand sculptures when the bullies showed up again.
“Hey! He’s not a monster! He’s just a big sissy!” the red-hat bully remarked.
He then stomped on the sculptures, making Ed cry. But then Nina threw sand at them.
“Leave him alone, you big, dumb broncudos!” Nina as a child shouted then continued throwing the sand at them.
Eduardo was a bit surprised, but they soon hugged.
“I needed someone to teach me to be brave,” Nina finished.
By this time, they were all back on the bus.
“So, we need to figure out what of child needed an imaginary friend like Wilt, and what kind of person that child grew up to be,” Nina said.
As the others tried to profile again, Mac and Jamie did some research on Wilt. They saw how he always stuck his tongue out when he went for a basket, making them realize the only one in the world who did that.
“We know who it is!” Mac and Jamie declared.
The bus then took off until they made it to the airport.
“Thank goodness the internet does not offer anyone any privacy,” Adam commented.
“I never would have guessed Wilt and his creator were in…Japan!” Douglas added.
They saw the flight for Japan was on time and ran for the gate.
“So, who else wanted first class?” Adam asked.
They were then on the plane, which shortly took off.
“GODZILLA! WILT’S CREATOR IS GODZILLA!!” Bloo shouted.
“WILL YOU GIVE IT A REST ALREADY?!” Frankie and Jamie yelled.
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A/N These accusations from Bloo crack me up! 😂 Alright, time to meet Wilt’s creator!
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