A/N A little story about Randall Boggs being adopted by humans, mistaking him for a dog/lizard hybrid. I know it's a stupid idea, and sounds a lot like "Lilo and Stitch", but don't flame me; I have a weird imagination. Monsters Inc characters belong to Disney and Pixar; Angela and her friends and family belong to me.


One Month Later…

Angela's eyes widened. "What!" She exclaimed.

Mrs. Gibbs rolled her eyes. "You heard us. We're visiting your aunt and uncle."

"I heard that; why are we visiting?"

"Because we haven't seen them in a long time." Mr. Gibbs said. "And the last time I called, I mentioned you got a new species of animal. You know how they are with animals; they're dying for us to visit."

"Us or they dying to see Randall?" Angela asked, raising one eyebrow.

Mrs. Gibbs shrugged. "Maybe both?"

Angela sighed. Her aunt Amelia and uncle Jack both loved animals; it's where Angela got her love of reptiles, dinosaurs, and carnivores. But, they were a little more obsessive. Meaning, they went to the zoo once a week, making a special trip to the reptile house. Their three-year-old daughter's room was the only room not filled with snake and chameleon toys. "I suppose Randall's coming with us?" She asked.

"They insisted." Mr. Gibbs nodded.

"I'll go tell him." Angela went in the living room. Randall was lying on his back in the love sofa, chewing on a rubber bone. Randall had never thought chewing a rubber bone would be so much fun; especially when it repeatedly squeaked.

"Randall." Angela said; Randall bent his head back over the arm of the couch and looked at Angela upside down; the bone was still in his mouth. "Mom and Dad are taking us to my aunt and uncle. Apparently, they want to meet you." Angela rolled her eyes, sitting on the edge of the sofa. "That means you're coming."

Randall didn't know what to make of this situation; he continued to squeak his toy.

"It's not something bad." Angela said, scratching Randall's pale purple stomach. "It's just…my aunt and uncle are obsessed with reptiles, so you'll be the life of the party. Not that there'll be a party."

Randall didn't respond to Angela's talking; his tail thumped against the sofa, enjoying his human scratching his stomach.

"Then again, they'll really love you. They'll be even more impressed that you can change your colors and patterns and climb on walls." Angela continued.

Randall kicked his hind leg and purred loudly.

Angela chuckled. "You aren't even listening, are you?" She asked; she stopped scratching Randall's stomach.

Randall relaxed and gave Angela a look that said, "Why'd you stop?"

Angela laughed and nudged Randall's side. "Pay attention this time. We're visiting my aunt and uncle and you're coming."

Randall turned and sat in the couch, cocking his head curiously.

Angela chuckled. "I knew you weren't paying attention." She rapped Randall's head with her knuckles. "Dad mentioned you to my uncle Jack, and he and Aunt Amelia want to meet you. They really like reptiles."

Randall nodded, understanding.

"Good, you paid attention this time." Angela ruffled Randall's fronds before standing up. "We usually stay there for a day, so I'm going up to pack." She went upstairs.

Randall climbed off the couch and went in the kitchen to get a drink of water.

"She told you?" Mr. Gibbs asked the Lizog.

Randall nodded, still lapping up water.

"Sometimes, I swear that animal understands us." Mr. Gibbs chuckled, shaking his head.

"Maybe he does; after all, he's pretty smart." Mrs. Gibbs said.

Randall smiled to himself. Yes, he was smart. But, he also understood human language. That was why he responded the way he does. Not that anyone else could know; all they knew was that he was a dog/lizard hybrid, and a smart one at that.

"Well, we might as well go tell Felicity and Josh we're visiting Amelia and Jack." Mr. Gibbs said; he and Mrs. Gibbs went into Josh's room, where he was goggling at his magazines. As Randall went upstairs to Angela's room, he heard Josh yell, "Can't a guy get a little privacy!"

Randall chuckled. When he came into the room, Angela was stuffing clothes in a suitcase. "Hey, Rand." Angela said. "Round up the toys you want to take. But only a couple; I'm probably sure Amelia and Jack will have a present for you."

Randall nodded and pulled a squeaky ball out of his bed. He placed it on the suitcase and went downstairs to get his bone.

Angela smiled and put the ball in her suitcase. Randall's favorite toys were his ball and bone. He liked them because he liked chewing on them and hearing them squeak. Come to think of it, he never showed any interest in fetching toys and sticks. When we get to the farm, maybe I'll see if he likes fetching. Angela mentally reminded herself; her aunt, uncle, and three-year-old cousin lived on a farm.


After half an hour, the family was in the van and driving down the road. Angela convinced her parents to let Randall sit in the car out of his crate. "He'll behave, I promise!" Angela had said.

"What kind of dog sits outside of the crate in a car?" Mr. Gibbs protested.

"We've actually seen dogs sticking their heads out the window." Josh said. "Not that I care; personally, I don't care if the ugly mutt sits outside his crate or not."

"Don't call him ugly!" Angela snapped; she turned back to her parents. "Please, Mom and Dad? Please?" Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated into the classic "puppy-eyes".

Randall, who wasn't a fan of the crate, copied the puppy-eyes.

"What idiot invented the 'puppy-eyes'?" Mr. Gibbs groaned. "All right, but he better behave!"

"He'll be good, won't you Randy?" Angela smiled, hugging Randall's neck, who groaned at the nickname.

Now, Randall was sitting in the back of the car next to Angela. Angela rolled down the window halfway so Randall could stick his head out.

Randall climbed over Angela's lap and stuck his head out the window; the wind blew hard in his face and made his fronds blow back. He loved it though; he didn't know why, but he loved the sensation of the wind in his face!

"Stick your tongue out." Angela grinned.

Randall opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, which blew into the corner of his mouth. He couldn't laugh out loud, which he really wanted to, because dogs didn't laugh; not necessarily, at least. So he did the next best thing; he howled. He threw his head back and yelled, "AROOOO!"

"Get Randall back in here before he attracts attention." Mr. Gibbs said.

Angela pulled Randall's shoulders back. "You better get back in here before Dad throws a fit." She said.

Randall reluctantly pulled his head back in as Angela rolled up the window. Suddenly, Angela burst out laughing. Randall cocked his head in confusion. "Your fronds!" Angela gasped; she held up a mirror. Randall's fronds had been blown backwards, and there they stuck. Randall frowned and shook his head hard; his fronds stood up again. Randall looked at Angela, who was trying to calm herself down.

"What?" She giggled.

Randall glared at her.

"Don't look at me like that, it was funny!" Angela smiled, rubbing Randall's fronds. "Or are you complaining about not being able to stick your head out the window? Or is it both?"

Randall shrugged; his face softened.

Angela rolled her eyes. "When we get to the farm, you'll have room to run around. But, that'll be in a couple hours, so now would be a good time for a nap."

Randall stretched his legs and tail and spun around in a circle; he laid down across the seat and fell asleep with his head on Angela's lap.

Angela smiled and laid her left hand on Randall's back. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.


After a couple hours, Angela and Randall woke up just as the car pulled into a dirt driveway. There was a brown and white house with a swing set and slide.

"Here we are, Rand." Angela said, climbing out of the car. "And…there's Jack and Amelia."

A man and woman were coming out of the house. The man had brown hair and blue eyes; the woman had black hair and brown eyes. Jack was wearing a brown T-Shirt, blue jeans and black boots; Amelia was wearing a sun yellow dress and blue sandals.

"Hey, big bro!" Jack grinned, slapping Mr. Gibbs' shoulder.

"Hey, Jack." Mr. Gibbs said. "How's the family."

"Good." Jack nodded. "How 'bout you, Mike?"

"Pretty good."

Felicity ran to Amelia, who scooped up the six-year-old. Josh came out and just wandered around the yard.

"Hey, Angelina!" Jack grinned.

"Angela, Uncle Jack." Angela corrected. "I'd prefer to be called Angela."

"My mistake." Jack said, holding his hands up.

"So, where's this dog/lizard hybrid of yours?" Amelia asked.

"I call him a Lizog, a combination of lizard and dog." Angela said; she opened the car door wider. "C'mon Randall." She said; she turned back to her aunt and uncle. "Jack, Amelia, meet Randall."

Randall walked out of the car and onto the dirt.

"Oh my goodness!" Amelia exclaimed.

"Ugly, ain't he?" Josh smirked.

"Shut it." Angela scowled.

"He's not ugly." Amelia said.

"He's unique." Jack added. "Where did you get him?"

"The animal shelter." Angela said, rubbing Randall's head. "They said he was on the road, and hadn't had anything to eat or drink for about a week."

"Oh, do you think he was abandoned by his original owner?" Amelia asked, setting Felicity down and petting Randall. "After all, wouldn't he come from a zoo or something?"

Angela shrugged. "I dunno, and I don't care. Randall's my pet, and he's my best friend."

"Ok, they didn't say you had to give him up." Josh sighed.

"Hey, why don't we all come inside? Maybe introduce Randall to Mary." Jack suggested.

"Ok, you go do that." Mrs. Gibbs nodded. "Mike, Jack, Josh and I will unload the car."

As the selected people unloaded the car, Amelia led the kids and Randall inside. "Mary, your cousins Angela and Felicity are here!" Amelia called.

A little girl came running in the room. Randall's eyes widened. No! It can't be! He gasped to himself. But it was.

Boo!


A/N Gasp! CLIFFHANGER!

Now you know how Angela and Boo are related; they're cousins! And Randall recognizes the little three-year-old! Will Boo, or Mary, recognize him? What will happen? You know what to do, people: R&R.