"Yeah it's pretty bad Dad." explained Sully, as he spoke into one end of a telephone down at a CDA holding station. "My buddy and I blew up a door in the door lab."

"Blew up a door?!" exclaimed Bill Sullivan on the other end. "What the heck possessed you to do that?!"

"Well…I went after my friend Mike after he accessed a door he shouldn't have." explained Sully. "They shut the door off on one side, so he and I had to scare the pants off a bunch of adult humans to get back to the other side…the Scream Energy was so powerful that it filled up all the Scream Cans and blew the door to smithereens."

A long pause took place on Bill's end of the conversation, before he finally answered.

"Jimmy…." said Bill Sullivan. "That is….AMAZING! I don't know of anyone who has ever come even CLOSE to something like that! Emily, our boy blew up a door with his scaring prowess!"

A rustling of the telephone could be heard, shortly before Emily Sullivan, Sully's mother, got on the line.

"Jimmy, am I hearing your father correctly?!" started Emily. "You blew up a door because of the screams you gathered?!"

"Well, yeah, Mike and I did, but…" started Sully.

"WONDERFUL! We're so proud of you honey!" exclaimed Emily. "The apple doesn't fall that far from the Scaring Tree on either mine or your father's end."

"Yeah, but Mom, I'm in a lot of trouble here!" explained Sully.

"Oh I'm sure Hardscrabble will no doubt be impressed, I wouldn't worry yourself so honey." said Emily proudly. "Here's your father back, Mommy loves you!"

"Love you too Mom." said Sully.

Rustling again ensued and Bill got back on the telephone.

"Well then champ, how come they have you and your buddy locked up for such an amazing feat like that?" asked Bill.

"We caused a LOT of damage Dad, and we broke into the Door Lab." said Sully. "I gotta talk to the University President tomorrow and explain myself."

"Whoa whoa WHOA!" replied Bill. "OK, maybe it's more serious than I thought. Well if it's damages that need to be paid for, we have you covered. Just keep your chin up and…"

"I TOLD YOU HE SHOULD'VE GONE TO FORT HORROR FOR SCHOOL!" shouted an angry, older-sounding voice from Bill's end of the conversation. "Give me that phone Bill!"

Sully heard the phone abruptly snatched from his Dad's hands, and knew exactly who he was about to speak with.

"Hi Grandpa." said Sully.

"Don't you 'hi Grandpa' me Jimmy!" growled Grandpa Peter G. Sullivan V, the family patriarch. "Your parents may think this is all fun and games, but I've about had it with you and your lackadaisical shenanigans young man! College is a place of learning and development, not daredevil stunts, and if you think this family is going to foot the bill for your mess-ups, you've got another thing coming!"

"I understand Grandpa." said Sully, in a defeated tone. "I'm really sorry…"

"Oh if you aren't now, you sure are going to be!" replied Grandpa Sullivan. "Mark my words, you've really done it this time! If you end up getting expelled, you can kiss…OW!"

"That's enough Peepers!" said an older voice. "Now you give me this phone!"

"Stop it Dad!" said Grandpa Sullivan. "Ow! OW!"

On the other end of the line, Peter G. Sullivan IV, the oldest living member of the Sullivan Clan, and accomplished Scarer just like Peter V and Bill, whacked his son over the head with his cane until he surrendered the phone to him.

"OK Dad, fine, here you go!" grumbled Grandpa Sullivan. "But he's still not getting off the hook, and stop calling me 'Peepers'!"

"Oh lighten up Peepers!" said Great Grandpa Sullivan. "Jimmy, is that you?"

"Hi Gamp-Gamp." said Sully.

"Listen Jimmy, you're a Sullivan, and that means everything is going to be alright!" said Gamp-Gamp. "I had worm pudding today!"

"That's great Gamp-Gamp." replied Sully. "And, thank you, that really means a lot."

"You're welcome buddy!" said Gamp-Gamp. "Here's your father."

"OK son, looks like it's you and me again." said Bill as he got back on the line.

"Yeah…" said Sully, forlorn. "Listen Dad, I know it was really cool and all, but I'm really worried. I could get expelled for this."

"I know son, I know." replied Bill. "Look, I could lecture you about the right and wrong of the situation, but you're not a little monster anymore. Just understand, not everyone follows the same road to the pot of gold, and we'll help you anyway we can. As for tomorrow, just walk in there, be honest, and everything that's meant to happen, will happen. I love you son, and I'll always be proud of you."

"Thanks Dad." said Sully. "I love you too. I'll keep you posted."

At the same time Sully was talking with his family, Mike didn't seem to be having any further luck or sympathy from his own family members.

"Didn't I tell you this wouldn't work?" said Ray Wazowski, Mike's father, on the other end of the line. "Nobody in the Wazowski Family has ever been a Scarer! You should've gone the more practical route like me, there's no shame in assembling Scream Cans for a living!"

Ray Wazowski was a hard-working, blue collar monster, assembling Scream Cans for a living for over 38 years at the Yikesbury and Son, Inc. Scream Can Manufacturing Plant. As such, he never put much faith in higher education, or ascending beyond the job you fell into, and never had much confidence in Scaring, much less his son becoming a Scarer.

"Dad!" replied Mike. "You know that wasn't the job for me! I'm destined to be a Scarer!"

"And look just how far you've come already." replied Ray sarcastically. "Well, wouldn't be the first time you've failed. There was the time…Linda, hey!"

"Raymond, enough!" shouted a female voice on Ray's end of the conversation, followed by a rustling of the telephone. "Mikey honey, it's your mother. You know how your father can get."

"Yeah, I know mom." Replied Mike. "Anything that doesn't assemble Scream Cans he doesn't understand."

"Of course honey." said Linda Wazowski. "I know you're in a tough situation right now, but just remember we love you, and we'll do whatever we can to help."

"Thanks mom, I love you." replied Mike.

"I love you too darling." said Linda. "Please, call me when you know more."

"I will Ma, bye." said Mike, before hanging up the phone.

"OK boys." said the raspy voice of Agent #00001, who led the CDA Squad that brought them in. "Phone time is over. Wait here, Number One is coming in to speak with you."

Mike and Sully waited in an empty interrogation room, and watched as CDA Agents removed the telephones that were brought in so they could call home. They sat next to each other in a dark interrogation room, both apprehensive of what might come next.

"This looks bad Mikey." said Sully.

"You took the words right out of my mouth Sully." said Mike. "I'm sorry I got you into this."

"Not your fault buddy." replied Sully. "If I hadn't tampered with the difficulty settings in the simulator, you probably wouldn't have broken into the Door Lab."

"Still..." replied Mike. "Oh well, at least we're facing the music as a team."

"You're darn right!" said Sully.

About that time, the door opened, and a tall, middle-aged, male monster came through, flanked by agents on his right and left side. The monster stood about 6'7", with a dark reddish-pink head, with 10 eyes; 8 small ones in the middle of his head above his nose, and one big one on each side of his head. The monster had light green fur, 2 long clawed arms, and 4 purple tentacles for feet. He had stubble upon his face and chin, and wore a blue tie with a yellow shirt, which had the number 001 on it. With a serious look on his face, he slithered over to Mike and Sully.

"Hello gentlemen." said the monster. "I'm Jose Fuentes, Chief Director of the CDA, but you may call me 'Number One' or 'Sir'."

"Yes sir." replied Mike.

"Pleasure to meet you sir." followed Sully.

"Alright then amigos." started Fuentes. "You guys are looking at a lot of trouble for what you did, otherwise they wouldn't have sent me all the way down here. Entering that door like you did without the proper clearance or training, was plain dangerous and foolish! Not only could you have created a toxic situation by letting multiple children through, but you came within a hair's length from exposing the Monster World. All these major offenses combined, you're looking at banishment!"

Mike gulped after hearing the last word.

"Banishment?!" replied Sully. "But sir…"

"However…" started Fuentes. "Fortunately for you, things like this, when they happen in a University setting, it's a little different. The law allows universities to handle their own incidents up to a certain extent, and both of your actions fall into this category. So, you're both going to go before the University President tomorrow, and he's going to decide what to do. If the University decides not to press charges, no legal consequences will take place for either of you. However, if he does, it's banishment for sure."

Fuentes then turned around to the CDA agents who followed him into the room.

"And who is the Squad Leader responsible for responding to the call and bringing these guys in?" asked Fuentes.

"That would be Roz Hughes, ack!" said one of the agents, forgetting that saying the real name of lower-ranking CDA Agents was a no-no. "I mean, Agent #00001."

"Agent 00001, is this correct?" asked Fuentes.

"That is correct sir." said Roz, stepping forward. "Hopefully it meets with your expectations."

"It doesn't." said Fuentes flatly, but then his face shaping into a smile. "It exceeds them. Your timing and handling of the situation was impeccable. In fact, there is a District Office Sergeant position open at present in Monstropolis, and I'm promoting you to that role. You're also going up in number too, and your new number is Agent 0009."

"Wow, thank you sir!" replied Roz. "I won't let you down, I promise!"

"I know you won't." replied Fuentes. "I'm keeping my eye on you. Keep up the good work, and you'll rise to the top quickly."

Fuentes turned back to Mike and Sully.

"As for you two." said Fuentes. "You better thank your lucky stars you're both students, otherwise I'd be saying something very different to you next. The next thing for you two, is you're going to stay the night here in custody, and a MU Campus Security official is going to pick you up bright and early tomorrow. After that, your fates rest in the hands of the University President."

Fuentes turned back to the agents.

"Agent 0009, your last official duty here will be to escort these two to their cell." replied Fuentes, before turning back to Mike and Sully. "That pretty much covers everything. Good luck tomorrow, and don't think we're letting you drop off the grid. We'll be watching you both….always watching."

Fuentes turned to the rest of the agents, as Roz slithered her way towards Mike and Sully.

"All other agents dismissed." said Fuentes. "Including myself, it's past my bedtime."

"Alright you two, follow me." ordered Roz.

Mike and Sully, even more nervous and apprehensive than before, did as they were told, and followed Roz. On the way out, Sully's fur brushed up against the door handle, and sent a major burst of static electricity through his body.

"Yeeowch!" cried Sully, his body lit up with electricity.

"Oh yes, they probably forgot to mention to you." explained Roz. "After the decontamination process, furry monsters should be wary of static electricity, as you become super sensitive to it for a while. It'll wear off by morning."

"I guess they should've given you a dryer sheet." said Mike with a chuckle.

"Ha ha ha, very funny." said Sully, touching Mike on the head with his finger and zapping him.

"Aaaaaah!" replied Mike. "OK, no more wisecracks!"

"That's enough you two!" said Roz. "Keep it moving."

The 3 monsters walked, slithering in Roz's case, down a long corridor, Sully being zapped the entire way against anything remotely metal or static-inducing that came his way. Finally, they came to the holding cell, where there were 2 bunk beds. Mike and Sully walked inside the cell, the door closing behind them.

"Goodnight gentlemen." said Roz. "Remember, we're watching you two….always watching."

Mike and Sully settled into their bunks, both of them wondering how much sleep they would get, with the threat of banishment looming upon them both.

"What are we gonna do Mikey?" asked Sully. "I'm too young to be banished, no Sullivan has been banished in several hundreds of years."

"Easy buddy, we're gonna get through this." said Mike. "After all, you're looking at the smoothest of smooth talkers here. Just leave everything to me and we'll be out home-free in no time."

Sully gave Mike a funny, uncertain look, but nevertheless was reassured by his fearless confidence, as always.

"Alright pal." said Sully, pulling a blanket over himself on the top bunk. "I guess we should get some shut eye."

"You said it partner." said Mike, settling into the bottom bunk. "Goodnight."

Within the hour, both monsters fell soundly asleep.