Disclaimer: I don't own this movie, not even a copy (seeing as it hasn't come on yet).

Just a collection of random drabbles and ficlets about one of our favorite groups of monster-fighting-aliens and their 50 years of containment. The untold stories of Area 51.

"Discipline"

It was a normal day in the monsters' conference room of area number-that-is-forbidden-from-being-uttered. Doctor Cockroach was quietly sipping a cup of tea as he sketched out blueprints while dualing reading a rather volume-heavy book to his side. B.O.B. was busying himself with the antennae upon the doctor's head, much to the other party's displeasure.

Dr. Cockroach's eyes half closed in an expression of being slighty annoyed. "Benzoate Ostylezene Bicarbonate; I would appreciate if you would cease your distracting curiosity with my cranial appendiages please."

"But Doc! They're so cool!" Bob exclaimed in awe.

The doctor sighed realizing that any attempt of protest would be in vain and the both of them returned to the normal atmosphere of the room; the emptyness, the mediocrity, and the reverberations of a thrashing, once-frozen, newly captured, Missing Link.

"How can you two be so calm?! Don't you realize we're in prison?!" The scaly creature yelled as he vainly pounded on the metal walls.

"We've been here longer than you." Dr. Cockroach calmly replied.

Bob looked back and forth between the tea sipping half-human, half-cockroach monster and the seething, ferocious fish-man. "What's 'prison'?"

"It's one of the worst places on earth. It's a place where you get locked away in tight, cramped spaces and can never, ever hope to escape. And when you do..." Link's voice slowly became lower and had more of a growl as he crept closer to a nervous Bob "...or if you, they wil catch you!"

Bob screamed in a rather high pitched manner as he backed away from Link, attempting to use the metal table as a stable support.

"And that's not all."

"I-I-It's n-not?"

"Nope." Link smiled darkly, "because if they catch you again you get thrown in an even worse place!"

"No!" Bob gasped in awe and fear.

"Yes! Some places don't even get..."

Bob squealed.

"They don't get..."

Bob began furiously chewing on his non-existant nails.

"They don't get any water!"

"NO!" Bob yelled and suddenly, lost control of his resilient body and began bouncing off the walls of the large room. "Wah! Ah! Ah!"

Eventually Bob was able to stop bouncing and he fell to the floor in front of Dr. Cockroach and Link's curious stares. Bob whimpered, "I don't want to go to prison."

Link shared a glance with the doctor that communicated a sense of confusion over their fellow monster's state of being as he proceeded to help Bob. up. Dr. Cockroach attempted to console their worried peer.

"Don't worry Benzoate Ostylezene Bicarbonate, ah... um... The dear Mr. Link was merely joking! That's all."

"Really?"

"Well..."

"Ah!"

Before Bob could begin bouncing around in fear again Link stopped him by jumping on him. "Don't worry blue dude. You can handle prison."

"Really?"

"Yeah, only the toughest and the strongest can get through it and look at you! You're not dead!"

"Right... You're right!" Bob bounced up and put himself in a proud pose, "I'm a tough guy!"

As both Link and Bob stood (in a sense) in 'heroic' poses Dr. Cockroach just looked to the side and shook his head. "Nice to see the discipline system doing its job."