Well I'm back and with a sequel! That is right, a sequel. This story hit me out of the blue and I have thought of nothing except that for ages and making it work. It was originally a light hearted thing but soon evolved into something much more sinister. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the monsters from my old story The Return, which by the way you will most likely have to read to understand why he is in a job as crazy as teaching and also the ones that you do not recognize.

"Ok people, you had homework, now lets see who did it." A medium sized purple lizard- monster named Randall said in a slightly bored tone from his position at the head of the class. "You know the drill, you finished it hand it up, you didn't beg for mercy." His voice turned menacing and a couple kids flinched. "Ok…that would be Louise, Skyler, Rick, Will, and Kyle that didn't do their homework, start begging now."

Louise looked up with her one bright blue eye and said in a slightly trembling voice, "I forgot…"

"What kind of odd excuse is that?" Randall asked her his eyebrow (if you can call it that) rising.

"Well it was a busy weekend, and I had friends over and all sorts of things… I'm sorry." She plucked at the blue feathers serving her as hair.

"That may be but it will be YOU not me that will fail this grade if you don't start getting your act together Louise." Randall said, "You get one more day to do it and if it isn't here by tomorrow you get a no pass, get it?" Louise nodded slowly looking immensely relieved that that was the only thing he had to say about it. "Ok now Skyler, your reason, or were you one of the people that she asked to come over?"

"Same reason." Skyler said hanging her head, the purple strands covering her wolfish features, "I almost finished it, but it is still not done."

"What sort of almost, yours or mine?"

"I could get it in to you by lunch."

"Hey, you do that and you get a shiny gold star, would you like that?"

"Not really…."

"Neither would I come to think about it... Rick what is your sob story?"

"Too many sports." He looked up at Randall with a slight smirk revealing nasty looking needle like teeth as though daring him to say something.

"When you want to lie, make sure to make eye contact, and not look away first. It is a sure fire way to tell if you are lying or not. However even with that pitiful attempt I am going to let you have ONE day to finish it, if you don't hand it to me by the end of the day…" He focused on the other person raising his hand while Rick ran through what he said.

"Wait, did you just tell me how to lie to somebody?" Rick asked looking surprised.

"I don't know, I wasn't paying attention." Randall answered looking around a bit. "Will, you do realize that I haven't gotten anything from you for a few days now right?"

"Yes…" He shuffled a little in his seat his six eyes fixed on the floor.

"What is the deal? Do you just not care, or do you need help in which case I am perfectly able to assist you at lunch. They follow me around anyway, so that should work well…" Randall shuddered quietly and quite a few giggled.

Randall had slowly become the most popular teacher in the whole school, and because of that almost everyone would stop to talk to him when he walked past. It was mainly because of his work in Monsters Inc, but also due to the events that followed. Randall was not reacting well, almost shouting at the last kid and sending him running in the opposite direction leaving a rather annoyed Randall standing behind.

"Now Kyle… well this is a shock, what's up?" Randall asked looking amused.

"Ummm…. I had my dad help and well………..you know…" Kyle looked at the ground in a subdued fashion.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait….did you say you had your DAD, as in Mike Wazowski, the one we all voted most likely to fail high school, who actually didn't manage to do that so kudos to him, help you do your homework?" Yes you read that right, Kyle was actually the son of Mike Wazowski, and now Celia Wazowski that had been married for a couple of years now, 12 to be exact and Kyle was their son, the exact image of Mike, only with a blue eye, not green. At the moment Kyle was nine years old, along with most of the kids.

"Yes…." Kyle sighed out looking in the opposite direction.

"Ok I have got to see this, do you have it with you? I promise I will give you more time to do it I just want to see what he did." Randall zipped over to him as he nodded and lifted up a paper that was wadded up into a little ball, and had obviously had been forced to be as small as possible. Randall quickly unrolled it and scanned it, as he did so his mouth stretched wider, and wider as a smirk of amusement slowly twisted up the corners of his mouth. When he came to one answer he paused, did a little double take and snickered horribly and seemed to be fighting the urge to laugh. "I'm going to keep this, ok Kyle?"

"Sure, just don't grade it." Kyle said slowly.

"Oh I won't grade it for YOU, your dad on the other hand…." Randall had a slightly sneaky look plastered on his face. "Anyway, you know the other part of the drill, place homework on desk, and return to seat." There was a small amount of shuffling as they all moved to place it on the desk while Randall stood there for a minute becoming a sort of monster road block. Randall knew it, and all the students understood it, he hated teaching, and he hated kids…well some kids. However it was the only thing he could do owing to a certain agreement he made in order to stay out of jail.

"Soooo….well now that we've handed in our homework, lets all just start working on math right?" Randall spent the rest of the first part of the lesson teaching them tricks and other things to help them in that subject.

The class was very behind owing to the fact that they had had another teacher at one point and well… Let's just say that she was completely horrible at teaching and the class had suffered. Randall at the moment was the only thing that was keeping them from falling into complete idiocy, and returning them to their proper level as mostly all of them had failed their grade a period of times. When the lunch bell sounded it left quite a few monsters feeling rather accomplished.

Kyle stayed behind and so did Will, Louise, and Skyler as the four of them were going to work on their assignments, Rick had run off again. Randall paused grading some of the papers yet always coming back to one particular crumbled up paper and snickering. "So…anywhere near finishing Skyler? You guys really didn't need to stay behind; this is one of your only pieces of homework missed."

"Almost," she said rubbing her nose quietly as she reread one of the questions puzzling it out. She ran a hand through her purple hair as she tapped her lip with her pointed teeth. Louise's eyebrow rose at the point he made and then returned to looking confused as she rubbed her rather pointed chin with a tentacle like finger. Meanwhile Will looked up at Randall with his eyes narrowed and then returned to scribbling madly as he answered every question without a second thought. Kyle slowly mumbled under his breath, moving his pen up and down the sheet looking irritated.

Randall shook his head slowly at the obvious determination and snickered. "You guys are crazy, you should eat, so scram."

"No." Skyler answered, "I don't eat lunch anyway, for that matter you aren't eating anything either." Randall picked up his infamous spray-bottle perched on the edge of his desk and sprayed her with it a few times.

"Earth to Skyler, come in Skyler, I am a teacher, you are a student if I say do something you do it. I say JUMP, you say "how hi?" and right now I say that you need to eat so get lost. You go with her ok?" Randall stood up and raised an eyebrow, "Or do I have to make you?" They ran. Randall gave a quick snicker, "I still have it, eat that Sullivan."

Randall gave a quick glance at the door and turned back to the desk. "I hate school..."

"Sully I've got to tell you, Randall is going to give Kyle an A for sure." A loud, rather grating voice shouted out from the middle of the Laughfloor. It was coming from a rather loud mouthed employee at the fine establishment of M.I. He was Mike Wazowski, and at the moment he was blissfully chatting away to his best friend James P. Sullivan, or Sully to his friends.

"Yeah, well I'm sure he will give him something." Sully said chuckling, "remember you weren't exactly the academic high in school?"

"Oh ha, ha, ha, look Sul, neither were you."

"Yeah you're right there buddy, course Randall was the genius, remember?"

"Don't remind me, remember how many grades he skipped? Wait did you say he was the genius? Well no duh, he's teaching now, he has to be good, see Sully; you need to think before you speak." Mike rolled his eye, looking oddly superior. Sully shook his head at the thought of MIKE telling him to think.

"Oh wait, Sully I almost forgot, Randall said he would check up on the stats screen after he gets done with some of the homework he had to grade." Mike said suddenly, Sully nodded and then paused.

"And he told, YOU this?" Sully asked his eyebrow rising at the thought.

"No, he told Kyle, who told me...Smoochie-Poo!" Mike suddenly shouted out as he looked behind his friend, at the advancing figure.

"Googely-Bear." Celia, nicknamed Smoochie-Poo, cooed smiling at Mike her snake hair hissing with pleasure as she came into view of her husband. A couple of the workers paused to look at them shaking their heads, but it was quite obvious that this wasn't unusual owing to the fact that they were continuing with their work. She kissed him gently and Sully gave a quick gag before they looked up.

"So any calls for me?" Sully asked quickly as Celia focused on him.

"Oh, right, well aparently we need to check on some of the new recruits, they aren't doing so hot at the moment, and inspiration is lacking. Um....Mr. Bile couldn't get into work today due to the fact that he landed on his jacks too hard the other day, well you remember." There was a brief collective shudder. "I sure hope the human kid he was supposed to get to laugh for him is ok and wasn't scarred for life..."

"Let's talk about something else." Mike said quickly.

"Ohh I got one, how about how much grief you are going to get from Randall after helping Kyle with his homework?" Celia said suddenly.

"Ok you know what you two... You are really not funny." With that Mike turned around and left to start work after his short break, leaving the two laughing their heads off.

Time passed at Kyle's school and they went through lessons that pushed them to their limit, as Randall was a rather tough teacher. A good one, and a popular one, but a tough one all the same.

"To be or not to be...that is the question. Guess what you guys, today we are starting Shakespeare!" Randall said loudly grinning. This was met with a horrified gasp as every student stared at him with a terrified expression on their faces. "Just kidding." Once again the entire class responded with a sigh of relief. "Really though we are doing a small novel, if you don't want to read it, then too bad you have to, it is expected, at your proper level."

The class let out a moan, Randall usually gave them snide comments about being quite a few grades under their correct one, then again that was probably what kept them zooming along, the idea that they could prove him wrong. Randall liked doing that, twisting their minds into doing what he wanted them to do. Good old reverse psychology worked every time.

"What book?" Kyle asked slowly looking worried.

"Well there are a couple we could do, I would suggest Lord of the Rings by, J.R.R Tolkien since this is human literature we are supposed to be doing for this unit, but…maybe it is too advanced…hmm…C.S. Lewis anyone? Or we could go really angsty and scary and go for Edgar Allen Poe. I think I read him at your age, although in all honesty I think I read everything…" His green eyes shifted out of focus for a minute as he slowly was caught in slight reminiscence. He blinked twice and looked around.

"Well you have any ideas? I always hated reading what the school wanted me to read so I am giving you a choice, only rule is it should be in the proper level. Any suggestions?" Randall cocked an eyebrow and waited for a response.

"Wait, wait, wait, you are letting us decide?" Ryan asked looking surprised.

"Didn't I just say that, what is it am I speaking Japanese or something?" Randall asked sarcastically.

"No it's just that…"

"Well if you want me to decide I will, I don't have to…" The school bell rang. "Alright you all get to tell me what book you want, ok? Make sure it is in your level, or above, not below! Kyle you're with me again." Randall shook his head, "I swear I am going to refuse to take you to your dads work soon ya' got that?" Randall's usual way of talking was slowly creeping up, and Kyle snickered.

"Well then dad gets mad, tells Sully, Sully gets worried, Roz gets suspicious, you get in trouble, and I don't get a ride, anything else I missed?" Kyle said numbering off the events on his fingers.

"Well for a kid a couple grades behind, ya' aren't all that unintelligent; I still can't believe you are Mike Wazowski's son."

"Would you please stop taking cracks at my dad? He might not be perfect but he is my dad." Kyle answered in slight exasperation.

"Touché…" They headed out Randall snatching his stuff and Kyle grabbing his backpack.

"By the way, I still can't believe you failed me on that project we did, it wasn't my fault, and you avoided me."

"I warned ya' it was gonna be tough, and it was my life story…" Randall snapped back shaking his head.

"Whatever." Kyle paused for a minute and they walked out of the old school building into the bright sunlight that temporarily blinded them. "They need a new lighting system; it's so dark in there!"

"Tell me about it." Randall was blinking twice as fast as Kyle and looking extremely uncomfortable, he was rather light sensitive among other things. They hopped into the car as they came to it, a small one, but perfect, not to mention oddly manufactured so Randall didn't have a hard time driving. They went out; Kyle relaxing in the back seat, any break from his dads driving was a good thing.

They drove along at a rather leisurely pace finally pulling up to the great company itself, Monsters Incorporated. Randall made a small face but it was temporary as they strolled into the factory. Laughs and smiles greeted them and a couple waved at Randall and Kyle, Kyle grinned and waved back, Randall growled and stayed sullen.

"Geeze Mr. Sourpuss, lighten up!" Celia said grinning at Randall who cocked an eyebrow at her. "Ok, so you really don't like all the new changes, but come on, its fun!"

"Your point?" Randall asked her snickering.

"You really just love to be difficult don't you?" Celia asked putting a tentacle hand on her hip and looking at him with an amused expression on her face.

"Of course I do, took ya long enough to notice, oh and by the way…you're on hold." Randall pointed to the one blinking light on her many phones and left, leaving Kyle and his mom to share slightly aggravated glances, as Celia frantically took the caller out of hold. Randall walked down the familiar halls to the Laughfloor a smirk on his mouth and a slight bounce in his step. He was going to have fun pestering Wazowski.

"Hey Randall, over here!" Sully called out waving; Randall shook his head slightly and made his way over pausing to give a brief hello to Fungus, who was second in position to Mike Wazowski. "Hey! So you were going to fix it?"

"I told you I would so yes, what exactly is wrong with it?" Randall asked his eyebrow cocking.

"Turn around see for yourself." Sully answered. Randall rolled his eyes.

"I know it isn't showing anything, do you have any idea why?" Randall snapped.

"Nope, no clue."

"So you are hoping I will just climb up there and fix it without having a single idea what is wrong with it?" Randall was fast approaching exasperation and his menacing posture was one of the things that really gave it away.

"Weeeelllll….yes…." Sully answered slowly, Randall grumbled under his breath.

"I hate you I hope you realize that." Randall slithered up the wall and looked at the display monitor flipping back a panel and examining it. "Your fuse is blown…"

"Oh, is that it?" Sully asked looking up at him.

"Yes that is it; you called me over here for a blown fuse."

"Well I just figured that since it was so, well big, there would be more to it…" Sully said rubbing the back of his neck and cocking his head to the side.

"Just because something is big doesn't make it complex, just look at you." Randall snapped at him, Sully nodded for a second until it registered exactly what Randall had said to him. He laughed and slowly shook his head.

"You love to be difficult. Hey, what kind of fuses does it need?"

"Hey, you own this company you tell me. I am just here to fix whatever it is and get out; come to think of it you can do it." Randall paused for a minute looked down and suddenly pushed out from the wall and flipped landing on the ground in a crouch. Sully paused looking surprised.

"How many feet was that?"

"About 11, why?" Randall brushed himself off, and turned to look at him, then noticed the green eyeball entering the room. A rather evil smirk slowly formed on his face, and he suddenly chuckled humorlessly, leaning back against the wall as he did so. Mike looked up and saw him; he checked his stance and fixed Randall with a death glare, which was defused by an even more deadly glare from Randall.

"Lizard-Boy." Mike stated looking at him in contempt.

"Nice to see you too Wazowski, nice job in helping Kyle with his homework by the way. I'm impressed…" Randall said smiling in a less sinister way, Sully noticed the rather evil twinkle in his green eyes though and took a step back and smiled. Celia and Kyle had also showed up looking at him in worry.

"Really? You aren't going to make fun of it or anything?" Mike asked.

"Nope, I am going to tear every last shred of self-confidence ya' have to bits and then spit on them." Randall answered grinning widely. "Not really, I'm not that evil, but the point remains. Next time I want kindergarten answers I will ask you, however keep out of the older stuff, ok?"

"What do you mean kindergarten answers? They were expertly presented…"

"For someone that cares more about presentation than the actual quality of work." Randall shot down looking amused.

"Well maybe if you stopped to look at the way it was presented the quality would become clearer."

"Maybe if ya' spent more time thinkin' of the right answers, then makin' it look neat you would have gotten more then one question right. Out of twenty I might add…" Randall was smiling wider now.

"One right? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I GRADUATED HIGHSCHOOL I AM NOT STUPID!" Mike shouted out.

"I don't recall sayin' that…" Randall answered his grin going wider once again.

"Why you slimy no good excuse for a reptile, I did not get B's to get slammed by you!" Mike exclaimed his mouth twisting down.

"You got all B's? Really? I'm impressed Wazowski, for someone like you….However you did only get one right, sorry!" Randall had cocked an eyebrow and his grin faded to be replaced by a thoughtful smirk. "Okay, you want to prove you're not stupid, then fine, I shall quiz you, see how you do and there we go." Mike's mouth fell open.

"QUIZ ME! YOU CAN"T BE SERIOUS!" Mike shouted.

"Well unfortunately for the both of us I am. Ready, ya' get three wrong answers, only three." Randall stressed the 'only' when Mike looked ready to protest. "Ok, question one, when was Monstropolis first founded and by whom?" Mike's mouth opened and he paused for a minute…

"I know this, I know this, don't rush me now…." Mike paused looking around frantically. Randall looked surprised, he had leaned forward slightly.

"Ummm…uhhhh…Waternoose, 1673…no wait, that is wrong…umm, 14…14 something or other." Mike looked up at the ceiling and looked down. Finally managing to blurt out the correct answer, Randall looked up at this and smirked,

"I am going to have fun with this, I can tell…"

The quizzing session lasted for actually quite a while until finally after around ten minutes and a few questions about quantum physics definitions and workings Mike was shot down. Randall gave a low whistle and a light smile.

"Not too bad Wazowski… Not too bad…" Randall turned around at that and walked back to the display board. "You really have no idea if you have the right fuses or not?"

"Nope not really…have any ideas? You are the mechanic after all…"

"Unless you have…" Randall was interrupted with a sudden burst of static from the display board. Everyone looked up in total shock as it flickered briefly then turned on. "What the…"

"A blown fuse Randall? Doesn't look blown to me, looks perfectly fine, maybe it needed aired out?"

"This is ridiculous… I swear that was blown when I looked at it…" Randall slithered back up the wall and examined it briefly, his expression slowly turned to one of complete and total shock as it registered that the fuse wasn't blown and it was working perfectly. Randall slithered down the wall with a look of surprise on his face soon replaced by a questioning uncertainty.

"Randall…you ok?" Sully asked seeing his rather dazed look. Randall's emerald eyes snapped up to look at him. Sully was surprised to see the level of animosity and hate in them before he blinked, and it was replaced by a look of something bordering fear.

"I…have to go…sorry, I will work on it later, let me know if there are any problems with anythin' else. I'll be here…" Randall left slowly still looking dazed leaving an odd silence behind him as they stared after him in something bordering concern.

"What was THAT all about?" Mike asked breaking the silence.

"I don't know Mikey…"

"Do you think he is ok?" Kyle asked.

"I hope he is," Celia replied looking after the retreating figure.

"What do you think is wrong with him?" Sully asked worriedly.

"I don't know…but I hope it isn't too serious…" Celia said biting her lower lip.

"What if it is?" Mike asked.

"Then we help him through it." Kyle said stubbornly.

Well…that's the first chapter expect an update soon. I finished this before I started posting it…Who's on top of things for once?