Mac weakly called out to Frankie but heard no response.
"Oh no her body thinks I'm food! I need to make her cough me up!"
"Maybe I can give her an upset stomach, sorry about this Frankie but I gotta get outta here!"
Mac began to claw at Frankie's stomach lining. But strangely enough...this didn't seem to bother Frankie at all. Mac looked at his nails and noticed something...They weren't done reforming! Even his skin was only slightly repaired from his time in Frankie's womb regenerating. He screamed as he realized his only plan seemed to be completely in vain.
Back on the outside Frankie was deep in her afternoon nap while the rest of the gang tossed around a frisbee waiting for when their buddy Mac was gonna be back.
Wilt: "Man I'm really worried about Mac you guys. He didn't look so good after what Bloo did."
Bloo: "Excuuuuse me? What I did? It was a joke!" Bloo's squeaked in retaliation. "And bessssides he'll be okay, ol' frank over there is fixing him up."
The gang looks over at the sleeping Frankie's bloated stomach.
Bloo tosses the disc back to Wilt.
Bloo: "One second you guys."
He walks over to the mountainous belly of Frankie. Bloo quickly makes sure she's asleep before he approaches closer.
Bloo wraps his arms as best as he can around the bulbous belly mass.
"You will be okay...won't you pal?"
He feels a slight kick towards his direction and pulls back.
"Hah I knew he'd be fine."
Mac was struggling for his life inside his unconscious crush. His eyes finally adjusted to the darkness of her stomach. He looked around for anything he might be able to use to free himself or let Frankie know where he was. the only thing that wasn't totally dissolved was the object he was currently using as a raft to keep himself out of the dangerous acidic pool below.
Mac wiped some slime off to better investigate the thing currently saving his life.
"W-what is this? Is this thing wearing clothes?!"