This is long overdue, but here's Chapter Two of OK RULEZ! Pretty close to the original with the addition of extra scenes (ok, some of the extra party scenes are written as Randy-sympathy for the Randy fans), and see if you can catch some pop culture references (hint: they're hidden in RΩR's intro).
Ok, let's get this show on the road!
Chapter Two: Rush to the Rush Party!
"But Mike, we have to go!"
"I can't go; I need to study for the final exam!"
"It's a fraternity and SORORITY party!"
One night at the dormitory, Michael was marking his calendar for the final exam at the end of the semester. He also made notes in his planner book as he pulled out his textbooks and lay them on the desk.
"We can party all we want once we become Energy Harvesters," Michael remarked, "Right now, however, my priorities lay in studying."
"One night is not going to kill you, Mike," Randy huffed, "Besides, this could be our only chance to get in with the cool kids!"
Michael slammed his own face on his textbook, "Randy, you really don't know what you're talking about—"
"That's why I made these cupcakes!" Randy interrupted cheerfully, showing off a tray of homemade chocolate cupcakes crowned with vanilla frosting, and red icing letters that spelled out "BE MY dAL".
"Whoopsie!" Randy caught the typo, and turned the "d" cupcake around to a "P", so now they read "BE MY PAL", "That would've been embarrassing."
Oh no Randy NO, Michael thought to himself, looking at the cupcakes, Just the cupcakes themselves are embarrassing! Haven't you ever watched college movies?! People at those parties will NOT want something as childish and innocent as cupcakes; the only reason they'll take them is to pelt you with them.
"Don't tell anyone," Randy whispered, "But my secret ingredient... is LOVE!"
As Randy danced around the room in a carefree manner, Michael continued to ponder about the cupcakes, I can already imagine it; girls taking those cupcakes and throwing them in his face, and a black eye and teeth knocked out by some rowdy frat boys.
"Tell me Mikey, before you begin to study," Randy persisted, "How do I look?"
Michael turned around in his swivel chair, and took note of Randy's neat yet nerdy outfit, accessorized with tacky snakeskin suspenders and a polka-dot bow tie. He stood with his hands folded behind his back as his emerald eyes gleamed with optimism once more, awaiting for Michael's critique.
Well, you're gonna have your slippers on over there, Michael pondered, looking at the tacky dotted socks.
"You said that to a college party, I should at least look decent, yet casual," Randy remarked.
"Uh, you look fine," Michael finally answered, Though I think jeans and a t-shirt with a tuxedo print would have done you justice.
"Thank you so much Mikey!" Randy jumped onto Michael on the chair and squeezed him tightly with all four of his human limbs and lizard tail; the two spinning around rapidly in the chair. The gesture, although expressing much gratitude, left the green-haired boy slightly dizzy.
"Well," Michael started after Randy finally got off of him, "Have fun at the party, and don't get into trouble, party monster."
"Promise!" Randy exclaimed blissfully, a smile spread across his boyish face as he took his cupcake tray, prancing out the door, "Have fun studying! Ittekimasu! (いってきます!!!; I'll be off now! )".
"Itterasshai! (いってらっしゃい!; See you later)," Michael bid Randy goodbye.
With Randy out attending a party and a peaceful silence in the room save for chirping glow crickets from the bushes outside, Michael opened up his book and began to read through it. As he began to read, however, the leaves of the tree outside the dorm window began to rustle, but it did not distract him from his deep immersion in his studies. What did distract him, however, was the sound of cloven hooves cobbling on the brick wall of the building. He turned around to look out the window, and saw a porcine creature with six hoofed legs, horns, bug eyes, and a scruffy coat of orange/yellow fur. It squealed and oinked as it pounced into the room; its hooves clicking loudly on the wooden floor as it leapt onto Michael's desk and grabbed his hat with its mouth.
"Hey, gimme back my hat!" Michael yelled, What in the world...?!
Michael chased the porcine creature around the room, when suddenly, James, from his Energy Harvesting class, barged in through the window, shouting, "Hey fella, come back!"
"Get outta my room you big fat jerk!" Michael whipped around with a handgun cocked, "What are you even doing here?!"
"I need that pig!" exclaimed James, "Taking it to the Omega Squad."
"Excuse me?" Michael asked, "All I heard was blah blah blah."
"Roar Omega Roar," James started, "THE top fraternity on campus."
"Just get outta here!" Michael shouted, "Before I shoot, that is!"
James chased the pig, but ended up knocking an entire bookcase onto Michael.
"THOSE WERE ALPHABETIZED!" Michael exclaimed, crawling out from under the bookcase.
"I don't believe we got to properly introduce ourselves," James started, "The names Sullivan, James Sulli—"
"You announced it class ALREADY!" Michael pulled the trigger, and a banner reading "BANG!" shot out from the handgun, "By the way, I'm Mike Wazowski."
The two shook hands, but neither made the slightest smile. However, there was shouting coming from outside. Voices screaming "Give us back our pig you filthy animal!" and "You're so dead!" could be heard. Michael looked outside and saw some big muscular men with orange/black varsity jackets with the letters "FT" embroidered on them.
"You stole Fear Tech's mascot?" Michael asked, "Just to impress some STUPID FRATERNITY?! Seriously, I'm going to have to get back my hat now!"
Michael stormed out of the room, angered by James' college mayhem antics. James jumped out of the window, seeing that the Fear Tech students had left.
Over at a far corner of the campus, there was a house with the letters "JΘX" (Jaws Theta Chi) and a banner that read "JΘX RULE!" hanging from the balcony. People surrounded the house and crowded it from the inside, where a young, purple-haired boy with the nerdiest party attire ever put together in the history of nerd couture and a tray of cupcakes was squirming his way inside among various boys and girls chatting and dancing. The ambience was muggy and the horrible, unclean smells only added to the discomfort. Music boomed from every Surround Sound™ speaker in the house; he wanted to cover his ears, but couldn't due to the fact that he was carrying a tray of cupcakes with both his arms already, and this was not a good time to transform into monster mode.
"What kind of party is this?" Randy asked himself, "Where's the piñata and cake and chips and soda and 'Pin the Tail on the Sphinx'? And couldn't they turn down the music? It's so loud, and the loud talking isn't helping! Most importantly, where are the party hats?!"
Michael and James started chasing the weird pig across the campus, running into various people and sometimes interrupting their activities. They even managed to bump into a student singing about tentacles and serpent wings and destroy the guitar he was playing in the process.
"I need that hat!" screamed Michael.
"For Omega Awesomeness!" James hollered.
As the two scurried the campus, they eventually made it to Frat Row, whose entrance was adorned with a banner that read "RUSH WEEK!" The pig ran into the JΘX house, where they were people going wild and crazy, from swinging on chandeliers to sliding down stairway rails. Some were even running with lampshades on their heads! Michael and James split up, with Michael running around the back, and James running through the house.
Outside on the porch, Randy found relief from the noise and unpleasant scents, and sought to approach two goth girls seated on the porch steps with his cupcakes. They turned around to look at him, until the pig ran right into him, and sent both him and the tray flying into the air. Unable to see Michael and James running by, he could only watch his beloved cupcakes that he had slaved over now being captured in slow motion by the camera, with some landing on the floor and four of them managing to land on his face and spell out the word "LAME". The two goth girls erupted with laughter, and passersby including other buff jocks and glamorous pretty girls joined in with the laughfest. Some took out cell phones and started snapping pictures. One girl with fuchsia hair, indigo tights, and a sequined outfit even made a Snapchat of Randy with the caption "Cupcakes Don't Lie".
"I didn't know you were a natural at selling cupcakes!" the emo girl with the short violet hair laughed as she took a cupcake.
"A picture is worth a thousand words," started the black-haired goth girl with buck teeth, showing the Snapchat she just received on her phone and also taking a cupcake, "And there's tons of phones acting as cameras around you."
Upon seeing the picture of himself, Randy wanted to die on the spot, hoping a monster sinkhole would take him. As his mortification intensified, however, he started to cycle colors rapidly, which although it fascinated those around him, it also prompted the party-goers to continue taking pictures.
"Wow, that kid just saved us the job of using color filters!" exclaimed one boy, "No matter how you color him, he's still a Lame-O!"
Randy could feel his heart beat rapidly, and his normally cold blood boiling inside his every artery and vein. Mocking laughter from every corner; not one person was without a snicker on their face.
"Get yer' Nerd-cakes here!" hollered the other girl, "Perfect for pelting Lame-Os!"
"They're not lame!" Randy screamed desperately, "They took a lot of effort to be moist and fluffy!"
"Oh, are they made with LOVE?!" the purple-haired girl laughed once more before throwing a cup in his face, dousing him with Croak-a-Cola™ and making his eyes burn. She also brutally smashed a cupcake against his face, adding insult to injury.
"No one was supposed to know the secret ingredient!" Randy wanted to burst into tears.
"All right, that's enough, Nadya," the black-haired girl growled, "Taylor's Snapchats already did the trick. Let's head back to our house and leave the poor guy alone with the rest of the spectators."
"Way to ruin the fun, Sonia," Nadya retorted, "I was just warming up!"
Nadya left the scene, while Sonia went inside the JΘX house and got some paper towels, wetting them in the sink.
Back out on the main Frat Row, Michael continued to chase the pig, when he spotted a trash can. He grabbed the can, and positioned it at the end of the cul-de-sac, and just as planned, the pig ran right into it. He shut it with a lid, and everyone cheered as James took the pig out of the can. A hefty, dark-skinned girl with purple hair and twisted ram horns came forth with a sticker of the "M" logo, and slapped it right over the saddle of the pig. Everybody cheered.
"James! James! James!" was the chant that rang out of everybody's mouth. Michael, however, did not buy one bit of it.
But I caught it! Michael grew furious, Everyone should be cheering "Michael! Michael!"
"Excuse me, Sullivan-san," Michael tried to interrupt, but no one could hear him.
As James paraded the pig around the row, he was approached by two big guys.
"You are Jaws Theta Chi material!" exclaimed a red-haired boy named Roy O'Growlahan.
"Nuh-uh," interrupted a purple-haired boy with an aqua-colored letterman jacket, "You belong with Omega Howl (ΩH)!"
"Hey, I saw him first!" Roy grabbed the other boy by his shirt, threatening to punch him.
At that second, a long, gold-trimmed red carpet rolled out from a large house bearing the letters "RΩR" (Roar Omega Roar). Two boys, one with burgundy hair, a hat falling over one eye, and a t-shirt that reads "Notice Me Senpai! (せんぱい; upperclassman) ", and the other tall, periwinkle-haired with fly antennae and stoic, blew trumpets as a boy named Chip Goff announced "Make way for the Captain of the Serenity, the god of UPS, and most importantly, the president of the top fraternity on campus...Johnny Worthington III!"
As Chip finished the introduction, a large, well-built young man with faded purple hair and imposing horns strolled on the carpet, clothed with a crown and a velvet cape with fur trim; a scepter in one hand. When he made it to the sidewalk, he gave his cape, crown and scepter to the other boys, revealing a cardinal-colored sweater with shimmering Greek letters layered over a gold shirt, and grayish-purple slacks.
"I'll take it from here, gentlemen," Johnny advised his subjects.
Back at the JΘX house, Sonia came out to the porch with a load of wet paper towels in hand, only to see no one there. That is, until she noticed what looked like cupcake cream floating in the air. She reached a hand and gently scooped some of it; Randy reappearing in an instant. Down on his knees, he had his face buried in his hands, sniffling and trembling at the same time.
"Sorry about the cupcakes," Sonia comforted, running a wet cloth over his head.
Randy could not open his mouth to say anything. Sonia only continued to clean up the mess.
This kid didn't know what he was getting himself into, Sonia pondered, stroking a stand of Randy's purple hair, Probably he thought that "party" meant piñatas, Pin the Tail on the Sphinx, and balloons everywhere. "College" changes the entire meaning and image of "party".
Once Sonia was done cleaning, Randy removed his cupped hands from his face, and looked up at her, saying, "Thanks for cleaning me, at least."
"Don't mention it," Sonia smiled, petting Randy's fronds.
"I have to go now," Randy uttered.
"I hope to see you soon," Sonia replied.
Standing up from his knees, Randy turned up a faint smile as he wrapped his arms around himself. He took off running, vanishing into the air.
"That was an amazing stunt you just pulled," Johnny congratulated James handing him a cardinal/gold varsity jacket, "It's a miracle you weren't launched any grenades by Fear Tech."
"Well, what can I say," James laughed heartily, "I got the pig."
"Excuuuuuuuse moi!" Michael interrupted, his hands on his hips, "I believe there's a misunderstanding here; I caught the pig, and he's taking credit for my hard work."
"Shut up beach ball," Johnny approached Michael, "You wanna join a club? I believe those guys are more your speed."
Johnny pointed to a small booth in the distance with a banner that read "Pledge Omicron Kappa!". About four/five boys stood there with a large cake and some balloon that popped.
"Oh, you really wanna mess with me?!" Michael charged at Johnny, until one of the other boys, Chet Alexander, grabbed him by the shirt, lifting him up so that were face to face.
"HEY, WATCH IT! NO ONE MESSES WITH THE FRAT ROW KING!" Chet growled as he aimed a mechanized boxing glove at Michael's head, "Really not cool, squirt. Think you so big, taking on us big dogs like you some sorta delusional Chihuahua, amigo?"
"Yeah, Chihuahua?" James guffawed with the rest of the men, "This frat's only for those who can actually scare, you know."
After Chet dropped him, Michael slapped James across the face, shouting, "Really?! I'm going to scare circles around you!"
"Good luck with that," Johnny laughed as James' nose bled profusely.
"Why you stupid—!" Michael charged forward once more, only to be met with an extendable boxing glove and the sight of spinning stars.
"Tadaima (ただいま; I'm back)," Michael uttered as he opened the door to his dorm; a black eye on his face, white X-bandages on his head and shoulders, and a giant swelling on his scalp with steam rising from it. He looked around, only to see no one around. He did notice, however, the bathroom door slightly ajar and light coming out of it. He trudged into the bathroom, only to find Randy's back turned as he was scrubbing soap on his left arm.
"Oh, did you say Tadaima?" Randy looked over his back, sitting back down in the tub, "In that case, Okaerinasai (おかえりなさい; Welcome back)."
"My study night was horrible," Michael started, pulling up a stool and sitting by the tub, "That jerk Sullivan-san barged in here with a stupid pig. How about you?"
"Wasn't the best either," Randy sniffled, looking at his reflection in the bath water, "Nothing like how I thought the party would be."
Because college kids don't do piñatas and party hats! Michael pondered as he looked at Randy, then spoke, "I'm sorry things didn't go as planned for either of us tonight."
Michael reached a hand and patted Randy on his back and stroked his fronds as he was busy playing with a tugboat and rubber duck.
"Wanna help me study?" Michael asked.
Randy pondered for a moment, then answered, "Sure, but only because that Sullivan-san is a show-offy idiot and you're totally better than him, so I wanna help you show him who's boss."
"Thanks, pal," Michael smiled, "And I promise to play some PS3 with you, even if it's those super happy fun and action-y role-playing games you're so fond of."
Randy smiled back, dusting Michael's shoulder with the tip of his tail.
So, that's Chapter Two. Hope you liked!
NEXT TIME: Some students are not continuing in the Energy Harvesting program, one student's final exam performance will catch Johnny's attention, and Michael and James will reach their breaking point. Plus, is Randy truly the perfect little sweetie pie, or is there a sour slitheriness beneath such an innocent, sugary-sweet exterior? Stay tuned for "Chapter Three: Judgement (a.k.a. Winter Finals)"!
