Disclaimer: Still don't own it, I'll get used to that fact eventually…


Kyle and Skyler walked toward the school building together, chatting quietly as Kyle kicked a rock in the road. "So, what do you recon Randall will teach us today?" Skyler asked snickering briefly, flicking a stray strand of blue hair back with a clawed finger.

"I don't know, although I consistently wish he would teach us how to smirk like him…" That caused a short burst of laughter as they contemplated the idea.

"You know, sometimes I wonder if he practices in front of a mirror…" Skyler said grinning.

"Oh I can just imagine it, Randall leaning over the sink and working his mouth into various positions." Kyle pulled a few sneers and smirks in demonstration.

"Not too bad…but he beats you by a long shot."

"Jee…thanks…" Kyle said sarcastically. Skyler laughed at his horribly put out expression as the two of them entered the school building. They made their way down the hall to what was now known as Randall's Room, or the Torture Chamber by some of the more creative students who wanted a laugh. However it wasn't Randall at the front of the classroom, and it definitely wasn't Randall who was writing a name on the board with a marker in a blue spotted tentacle hand. The blue spotted tentacle monster turned around and looked at the class for a moment then cleared his throat with a sound like a foghorn.

"Hello class, my name is Mr. Finnigan. I will be your substitute teacher for a while." He smiled at the class who had just got themselves assembled into their proper desks and were staring at him with a worried expression. Reading their looks he smiled, "I wouldn't worry about your teacher Randall, I'm sure he is just fine, only feeling a little under the weather." As he said that he appeared to be rather ticked off at that and got that sort of look that said he was being supportive for their sakes, not because he liked the guy.

The class looked at each other, and then shrugged, turning back to the monster at the front and waited, staring at him. Mr. Finnigan looked a little edgy at seeing a class behave so strictly. He had always imagined that kids go crazy, talk, or just ignore substitutes altogether, not stare at them like a bunch of zombies. He paused and reaching back with one of his tentacles, loosened the collar that was around the lower part of his bulbous body, right where a neck would be.

"Well, there isn't a schedule for what he teaches you, is there?"

"Math first, then science, history and geography, advanced mathematics if we have time, then English." Kyle answered in a bored tone.

"Oh, what do you need advanced mathematics for?" Mr. Finnigan asked staring at them, even more wide eyed then he was before.

"He is trying to help us get to our normal level faster, math and science were his fortes as it were and he was able to teach us that. Namely because it is easier to learn, I mean, it's all a bunch of rules.... Once you figure them out the rest is easy." Skyler answered.

"Oh…" Now especially freaked out Mr. Finnigan's eyes widened, the kids looked at each other noticing how he seemed to be getting a little worked up and seemed to communicate through their glances. Then as one they turned back to him with a grin, a grin that was almost as good as Randall's and one that made Mr. Finnigan run out of the room screaming.

"He's poisoned their minds! They're all zombies!" Mr. Finnigan shouted. As soon as he was outside the building however, he turned around and gave a light grin, "that'll teach him…" He then continued out the lane.

Meanwhile the kids were all staring after their substitute teacher in something bordering shock. "What just happened?" Rick asked turning around and looking at the others who were also crowding around the door.

"I don't know…all we did was smile at him…" Louise said shrugging.

"Who's going to teach us now?" another kid asked in the back, this one was a slug monster, similar in shape and coloring to Roz.

"Who knows…" Skyler said.

"Do you know what this means?" Will asked slowly. The other kids looked at him. "PARTY!" The spell was broken and the kids ultimately took to doing what any self respecting 2nd grader would do, run out and caused havoc.

The only problem was…it was Randall's Class.


"OUCH! Will you watch where ya' stick that thing??" Randall was lying on the bed still, having woken up a few hours previously with another nightmare. It was around 11 o'clock which was much later than Randall's usual time. Now however, Rachel was working on getting the glass that had managed to insert themselves into the bottom of his feet out.

"Would you rather have me hurt you getting it out, or you stand up and jam the glass further into your feet?" Rachel answered, snapping a little herself. She participated in the minute glaring contest that Randall had started, with her top hands holding a needle and a pair of tweezers near his feet. Finally she gave up with a slight sigh. "You're so stubborn… I could just take you to a hospital you know…"

"And leave me with those psycho reptile killers? Yeah right…" Randall answered scoffing. "Would it help if I begged??" He asked, noticing her horribly peeved look. She paused and then burst out laughing.

"YOU?! BEG???"

"Hey, anything's possible, I'm alive, and you're alive I'm not gonna get banished I have a…job… I'd say that counts for something, doncha think?" Randall asked, slowly raising an eyebrow at her, obviously offended at the lack of belief in his emotional capabilities.

"Point made Randall, point made…" She grinned and managed to pull the last piece of glass out. "There you go, all set. Feeling any better?"

"Yes… Why?" Randall pried his expression turning slightly wary.

"Because…Monsters Inc called, apparently they have had a major accident, involving technical things, before you get all huffy about how you aren't a doctor." She snapped, rolling her eyes as he opened his mouth angrily, about to protest. By the way he snapped it shut again it was obviously not far off from the mark.

"What's goin' on?" Randall asked finally.

"Nothing much, just seems like that virus you planted a couple months ago is back and running…" Rachel answered smugly. "Did you design it to do that?"

"WHAT?" Randall promptly threw himself out of bed, nearly tripping over the bed covers strewn over the floor, and ran down the hall.

"Obviously not…" She paused and looked over to the desk. "Hmm…guess he got up earlier than I thought he did, his laptops on…"


A few minutes later Randall pushed his way through the doors into Monsters Inc, and walked up to the Reception desk where Celia was busy panicking. Each and every one of her phones was on and ringing, and she couldn't turn them off.

"RANDALL, THANK GOD YOU'RE HERE! YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!" Celia shouted at him tangled up in wires.

"I KNOW, I KNOW, KEEP YOUR SHIRT ON!" Randall shouted back at her and ran on toward the old Scare Floor F, now Laugh Floor F. Skidding to a halt as he noted the chaos inside. "Oh this is gonna be one of those days, I can tell right now…" While the virus only succeeded in making the lights and stats screen flicker spastically and the doors activate, and inactivate, release and clench, and get pushed up and retracted, while the speakers blared, the monsters running around in a panic made it even crazier than it would be normally. This made it complete and total chaos.

"RANDALL, HURRY OVER HERE!" Sully called standing by Randall's old station.

"What the heck happened?" Randall asked him as soon as he got near enough to hear him without shouting, which was practically nose to nose.

"We don't know, it just started doing this for no apparent reason, around 7 a.m.…"

"And you waited until 11 to call me why?" Randall snapped at him.

"We couldn't reach you, and we figured if we shut it all off it would stop…"

"YOU REBOOTED THE SYSTEM?!" Randall turned around and stared at his old station for a second and then snatched the laptop that was on the top of it and booted it. "You never reboot the system when it's got a virus of that magnitude in it; always, ALWAYS leave it alone for a professional to fix, otherwise it gets a stronger hold. The virus needs to be turned off, or blocked at the source…" He worked on it for a while his expression fixed and finally, with something that sounded almost like a sigh, the movements stopped, the display was fixed and the doors returned to their proper positions as one.

The floor cheered as Randall slumped down on the desk and placed his arms under his head. Sully looked at the laptop and noticed it had a single word on the screen, aside from all the technical jargon that he didn't understand, 'nothing' Sully paused, stared at it for a second, then looked at Randall. "So, what does that mean?" He asked, pointing to it. Randall seemed to come alive at that, and slammed the laptop cover down again.

"Nothing…it's just the calling card of the person who gave you the virus." However he seemed rather jumpy, and looked at the laptop again as though it might bite him. He smoothed his fronds back that had spiked a bit in something that could only be read as apprehension. "Is that all you needed me to do?"

"Could you wait for a minute or two to make sure that there are no left over effects from it? Not that I'm saying you did a bad job, but just to be sure…"

"Smart Sullivan, very smart…Alright, couple minutes…" Randall leaned back against the desk, then hopped onto it slightly, his lower hands supporting him, then dropped him. He stood up quickly at that, looking slightly surprised for a minute, until the mask slipped back in place. Sully looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and then turned back to the gathered.

"Ok people, it's fixed, you can get back to work now. If there is a problem left over, Randall has agreed to fix whatever that may be as well." Sully said, clapping his hands together to get their attention. With that the floor bustled into motion. However, when the stations were active they held back, as though it could jump into motion anytime. They stayed like that for a couple of seconds, until with a deep breath Fungus walked forward and, opening his door, entered it. There was a pause until they heard some muffled laughter, and the canister was filled, and he came out. That caused another cheer, and they jumped back to work.

Randall gave Fungus a rather surprised look, which Fungus countered with a wide grin. "I know you well enough to tell if you say something is fixed, it's fixed. That and I trust you, whether you like it or not." Randall looked at him harder, and then shrugged turning away. Fungus's grin faltered. He stood, looking back at him for a second then turned back to his work. Fungus kept looking back at him after every successful laugh he collected, until Randall finally left. Not even saying 'goodbye'.

Mike watched this with a rather condemning eye, however he wasn't stupid, a little thick headed and stubborn, and when he didn't concentrate he could get a little scatterbrained, but he knew that that was rather unusual. Randall always said 'hello', or 'goodbye' to Fungus, or at least acknowledged him with a grunt. Mike walked over to Sully. "What is Lizard Boys problem? Did you see the way he acted towards Fungus? All he did was say he trusted him…"

"Yeah I saw that… I think he was a little stressed out though…" Sully said, floundering for an excuse. Mike looked at him with an expression equal to that of an extremely exasperated parent. "He dropped himself…"

That caught Mike's attention, "he dropped himself?"

"Yeah, he might have changed his mind, but he seemed surprised." Sully said, looking slightly concerned.

"Well he was called in sick, so maybe he hasn't recovered fully yet, Reptiles ARE fast healers, but you never know…"

"True…"

"Well, I'll let you work on the mystery of Lizard-Boy over there. I, however, have work to do, and you have paperwork I'm sure." With that Mike left, and went back to being the entertainment section.

"Right…" Sully turned around and left, although he still was puzzling over what happened. Entering his office and sitting down on his chair behind his desk he thought it over a bit more. Finally with a light shrug, he left it at Randall not being fully recovered and set to work with a groan, as he looked down to the heaps of paperwork on his desk.