Disclaimer: Ok, here is where I start including Maggie in the adventures of the Monsters vs. Aliens crew. This chapter focuses on her view of the events in the short film B.O.B.'s Big Break, which took place in 1968 before the events of the Monsters vs. Aliens movie. I don't own any of the monsters, except Maggie/ Mrs. C., as she is sometimes called, as much as I want to. DreamWorks Company has that pleasure. If you haven't seen the short film, then I highly recommend it. Now enjoy the rest of the story.


Over the past six years I have been at this base, my husband has had many escape plans, but they have all ended in failure. Just as I feared what would happen if my husband was caged up too long, happened after I had been in this place for a year. My husband was now a brilliant mad scientist. I tried to break him of this habit of laughing maniacally whenever he got really excited about his work, but unfortunately, I failed. He would sometimes catch himself from doing that, but alas, it seems that his maniacal laughter is a permanent thing. As I looked at my grandmother's crest around my neck, I remembered the day I gave him my grandfather's crest on our seventh wedding anniversary….


I looked everywhere in our cell for the present mom had given me two years ago to give to my husband on this day, but I couldn't find it. I decided to read a book to help calm my nerves before beginning my search again. As I was shifting my way through the books, I finally found a small wrapped box with a note written from my mom saying "Happy 7th Anniversary my heart to you and your husband." What it was doing in the back of the bag I had for our books I will never know. Maybe when the guards were checking my luggage, they came across the box and just put it back in the bag at random. As I was putting the bag back, my husband came up behind me and startled me.

"Oh I'm apologize Maggie. I didn't wish to frighten you," he told me as I hid our present behind my back, "I saw you searching for something and thought I could be of some help. What are you hiding behind your back?"

I slipped our present into my back jean pocket and kept my hands behind my back. Since it was our seventh anniversary, I thought I would have some fun with him. I looked at him with an innocent look on my face and smiled at him.

"Nothing, I am hiding nothing, dear, see, "I told him while showing him my hands.

"Hmmm, I see," he said with a skeptical look on his face and a finger scratching his chin, "Unless you hid, whatever it was you had, in your back pocket. Let's see it."

I couldn't control the look of surprise that formed on my face, which told him he caught me; however, I wasn't ready to let him win just yet.

"Very clever dear," I told him with a playful look on my face, "But if you really want to know, you'll have to catch me first!"

With that I took off toward the recreation and dining area, but it didn't take him long to almost catch me. When he had me backed up against a wall, I took to the sky. I know it was cheating since he couldn't fly, but it was the only way to challenge him and make him fight for it if he was so curious to know what it was I had. As I flew around the ceiling for a few minutes, I felt him grab me around my ankle behind my back.

"HA HA, caught you," he triumphantly shouted at me.

I tried to shake him off because he was dragging me down, but he held on tighter and started climbing up me. Unfortunately, his climbing was tickling me and made it harder for me to control where it was I was flying. Finally, I had to land to avoid us running into a wall or something. The moment his feet touching the ground, he yanked me down into his arms. I struggled to get him to let go of me, but no such luck, he was stronger than I was. Then he started using his antennas to tickle my neck.

"All right, all right, uncle," I said while laughing, "Let go and I will show you what I am hiding! Please stop it, no tricks I promise, please just stop!"

He stopped and let of me and I pulled out the box for him to see it. "Happy anniversary my dear husband," I told him, "I've saved this for two years to give it to you today."

"Was that today? Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't get you anything Maggie," he sadly said to me, "Why did you wait so long to tell me about this, just out of curiosity?"

"It's kind-of a tradition on my mother's side of my family to pass this gift onto the next couple," I told him, "It was my mother's and her mother passed it on to her when she was married to my dad for seven years. It's customary for whoever is next to give this gift to their spouse when they have been married for seven years no matter what gender the baby is. We do this because according to my mother, if the couple stays married for seven years, then that means that their love is one that will endure for many more years in the future and this gift will help tie those lovers together forever. I don't know what the gift is so, let's open it together."

He ripped the paper off the box and I lifted up the lid. Inside were two necklaces with my family's crests on them. One was beautifully crafted for a woman and the other was equally crafted for my husband. I picked up the one designed for the husband and placed it around my love's neck and he did the same for me. This meant he was now part of my family for all eternity.


He still has his part of our necklaces; however, he chooses not to wear because he fears that one of his experiments will ruin or destroy it. Therefore, he keeps it in his pocket in the box it came in. He asked me once if it offended me that he doesn't wear it and I told it didn't offend me in the least because I thought it was a perfectly rational explanation for why he isn't wearing it. Right now, he is working on a "birthday cake" for Bob, which was actually a formula designed to chemically turn B.O.B. into an atomic bomb to blow up one of the outer walls of the base so we could escape. Since B.O.B. is indestructible, he would just reform back and come with us when we leave. Link and I are decorating the room attached to the outer wall for his "party" to make our story more believable otherwise; he might not eat the "cake". They weren't the best decorations, but they were the best we could do, since they were latex gloves and trash bags for balloons and scraps of paper for a "Happy Birthday" sign that I saved from my meals for days. Although I will admit, they did have a certain charm for a party and I am sure Bob will like it nonetheless. Finally it was time to go get the "Birthday Boy/ Blob thing" and to set my husband's plan in motion. Link and I were the ones chosen to go get him from the recreation and dining area while my husband finished decorating the "cake."

"B.O.B. guess what," I said to him, "We have a surprise for you."

"A surprise? Really," he excitedly asked and looked around, "Where is it?"

"Oh, first you have to close your eye," Link explained to him, "Otherwise; it wouldn't be a surprise anymore would it?"

"Here, give me your hand and we'll take you to your surprise," I told him when he closed his eye, and then I noticed he tried to peek, "No peeking B.O.B."

He immediately snapped it shut and kept it that way all the way to the "party" we had set up for him. I gave my husband the okay sign for him to start the first step to our potential freedom ticket.

"Is your eye closed B.O.B.," my husband asked him

"Uh huh."

"Okay you can open your eye now," I told him.

"It is open," he said with his mouth open and his eye still closed, "Oh, man! I've gone blind!"

"That's your mouth B.O.B.," Link reminded him.

"I get those confused," B.O.B. told us with a chuckle while opening his eye. '

"Surprise B.O.B.," my husband and I said to him while throwing confetti in the air in celebration.

"Happy Birthday," Link said to him and then blew one of those party noisemakers to celebrate.

"Wow, it's my birthday," B.O.B. asked us with that happy goofy look on his face he always has.

"Of course it's your birthday," my husband told him while revealing the "birthday cake" for him, "Why on Earth would we have one of these if it wasn't your birthday?"

Then my husband fixed a one of the "candles" which was actually a pencil, because it falling and gave B.O.B. a big toothy grin.

" Wow! Cool a birthday cake," B.O.B. exclaimed and picked up the box the cake was sitting on above his head and looked around, "Wait, where are my presents?"

"Whoa, one thing at a time sweetie," I told him while setting the box back on the ground.

"But you have to have presents before the cake," he told us, "And games before the presents."

"Yes, yes all of that B.O.B.," my husband told him, "But why don't you eat your cake first and then we will plan a real blowout of a day for you."

"Yeah, you're going to explode," Link sarcastically told B.O.B., until he saw my husband and I glaring at him with our arms crossed, "With birthday excitement."

"Kapowey! Fun," Dr. Cockroach said while demonstrating to B.O.B.

"It's going to be the best day ever," B.O.B. said to us as he picked up the cake, "Wait don't you guys want some first?"

"Oh no thank you B.O.B.," I told him, "That cake was made especially for you, so you just go ahead and eat every bite of it. But it was very sweet of you to offer us some."

"I love you guys," He said to us after he had eaten the whole thing. It didn't take long for the thing to glow green and to become completely dissolved into B.O.B. My husband watching eagerly to make sure it worked and then he took out his checklist.

"Excellent, stage one is complete," he said with a smile while checking it off his list.

"Ok after we open up all the presents, we'll have a sleepover! We'll annoy my big sister, she hates it. Oh, sorry Mrs. C it's a guys only thing," B.O.B. told us as he held us in his arms, "And we'll share secrets."

"Oh, it's okay B.O.B., I can hang out in our cell with my books while you boys have fun," I told him so he wouldn't think he hurt my feeling by not inviting me to the slumber party.

"Sure, she will be fine and who doesn't love a good secret," my husband told him while handing him a wick, "Now here is your candle."

"Make a wish," Link told him while leaving the room.

"But don't blow it out just yet." I added as I too left the room.

"We're going to light it back there," My husband told him while, rolling out the rest of the wick, following us out the door.

"You sure your plan's going to work this time," Link asked skeptically as we backed up into the next cell.

"Absolutely", my husband told him while finishing rolling out the wick, "Why must you always doubt me?"

"I don't know", he said to him with a shrug, "Maybe because you've a million escape plans and we're still here."

"He's got a point sweetheart," I pointed out to him, "This has to be a million and one plans by now. I would know because you've constantly kept me up at night working on a new plan."

"Listen you two that "cake" has already transformed B.O.B. into a living explosive of the atomic scale," he said to us while lighting the wick with a match he had saved, "Once B.O.B. goes boom, we'll skip out of here like a bunch of carefree schoolchildren. There's nothing to it."

"And what about B.O.B," Link asked while snuffing out the match.

"Yeah, what if he doesn't survive this," I asked in concern," I want to escape as much as the rest of you, but not to point of having to lose someone to do that."

"He's indestructible. He will be fine," my husband said with a shrug.

Then he turned to a poster on the wall of Monger's face, which read "I'm Always Watching You, Always". It was designed to scare us into not trying to escape, but it always made us more determined.

"Monger thinks these walls are impenetrable," my husband said to the poster in a smug way, "Well I guess you never thought of a B.O.B bomb."

Then as we all turned around, we saw B.O.B. standing right next to us still holding the wick that was burning fast. In other words, we had an atomic bomb set to go off right next to us! I screamed when I saw B.O.B. standing there so close to us.

"Hey did you guys invite the Invisible Man," he asked us, "'Cause he hasn't shown."

Link started backing away from B.O.B. while I took to the air to get away from him. I heard my husband yell, "B.O.B. what are you doing?! Blow out that candle!" while trying to blow out the wick himself before it hit B.O.B. and killed us all. B.O.B. swallowed the wick at the last second and nothing happened. I landed next to Link when I was sure it was safe.

"Where's the boom," my husband asked and then B.O.B burped in his face.

"There you go. Is it game time now," he asked my husband as he waved a hand in front of his face and walk off a bit to figure out why his bomb didn't exploded.

Then when B.O.B. put his hand on Link's shoulder, I heard him say, "Nice going genius. Looks like your bomb really bombed this time." Everyone was shocked by the words that came out of his mouth, but what was strange is he had Link's voice instead of his goofy sounding friendly voice. "Ok that's different. B.O.B. are you feeling ok?"

"Yeah I'm totally fine Mrs. Cockroach," he said to me.

"B.O.B. I'm shocked," My husband scolded him, "I expected those cruel words from Link, but from you?"

"Actually those cruel words were mine," Link told us with surprise clearly in his voice, "I think B.O.B. just read my mind."

"I did," B.O.B asked excitedly in his normal voice, "What were you thinking?"

"I think he's right honey," I said to Dr. Cockroach, "Otherwise, why would Link's voice come out of B.O.B.'s mouth? Don't you think that's a little strange?"

"Read minds? Please," he said in a dismissive tone, "You have to have one to read one. He's just the same old brainless B.O.B."

The moment my husband touched B.O.B., we could all see B.O.B. sort-of morph into my husband's shape and heard his thoughts.

"Who am I to call him brainless? I'm the one who can't escape from this place. I'm a charlatan, a fraud, a failure," He was shocked at the fact that it appeared B.O.B. could read minds and decided to testing again to be sure, "Testing, Testing, One, Two, One, Two, Hello? B.O.B. can you hear this? Ouch, Maggie why did you hit me?"

That last thought of his was because I walked over to him and slapped him on the arm that wasn't touching B.O.B. after hearing those negative thoughts about him being a fraud and a failure. If there's one thing I absolutely can't stand in this world, it's negative thoughts and pessimistic attitudes about yourself or a situation.

"I thought I told you to cut out that sort of thinking," I sternly scolded him with my arms crossed in front of me to show I was serious. He was still rubbing the spot on his arm where I hit as I continued, "You are not, I repeat, not a failure or fraud, husband of mine. All scientists have to go through something like this, even the most brilliant scientist in the world. Heck, Thomas Edison had to go through thousands of light bulbs before he got one of them to work properly, remember?"

After he heard me, he looked at B.O.B ,who seemed to be off in a world of his own asking us what we got him and listing off potential presents we could have gotten him. Then he started getting that look on his face, I had seen many times before, when he gets a new idea.

"Leaping Linnaeus, this is huge," he said to me excitedly, "My bomb didn't bomb after all!"

He grabbed me around my waist, spun us around once and planted a quick kiss on my forehead before letting go. I was a bit dizzy because I didn't expect him to get this excited about something so soon and it caught me by surprise. I don't know where my husband was going with this, but I hope he's feeling alright.

He grabbed Link's face and said to him, "B.O.B is better than a bomb. He can read minds!"

"I don't get it," Link said him as he took his face out of my husband's hands, "Didn't we just establish that?"

"Don't you two see," he explained to us, "With B.O.B.'s new ability, Monger will literally tell us how to get out of here!"

"Freedom," Link and I said at the same time because we were thinking the same thing after hearing this news. B.O.B's new power was our ticket to leaving the place.

"Not only freedom," my husband said to us, "But with blue boy at our side, we're going to rule the world."

As I said earlier, my husband's mind these days are out the door so to speak. Right now, for example, he's plans for getting us out of here also includes world domination as soon as we are out. I am going to have to talk him out of that, but right now, I will settle for just getting out of here. After we are out, he and I are going to have a long talk about getting that world conquest idea out of his head. If he wouldn't listen to me, then I will have to restrain him physically, until this world domination poison is out of his system.

"Will there be a piñata? B.O.B asked us as he decided to join our conversation, "I love piñatas."

"Absolutely Bobby," my husband told him, "What's world domination without a piñata?" Then he started laughing his mad scientist laugh again, "Go on laugh with me." B.O.B started laughing like him the moment he touched him again and now we had two people laughing maniacally.

"Ok, if you're done laughing sweetheart," I said to him to get him to stop, "You go get Captain Monger to come here and Link and I will distract B.O.B. with some party games."

"All right, I wouldn't be long," he said to me as he left to go to our cell to call Monger to us. Link and I managed to distract B.O.B. with a game of GO FISH and were in the middle of a game of MARCO POLO when my husband returned with Captain Monger.

"Glad you could make it Captain Monger," my husband said to him, "You're just in time for some good old-fashioned birthday frivolity."

"Listen up bug man," Monger said while pointing a finger in my husband's face, "This had better not be another one of your half-baked escape attempts. I got my commandos ready to strike at my signal."

Then Monger did a series of facial and hand signals to the commandos he mentioned. Although some of them looked a bit silly to me to be legitimate signals to anyone, I wasn't going to question him about them, if there really were any commandos stationed nearby.

"Well you can call them off Captain," my husband told him in his most honest and innocent voice, "We're done trying to escape."

"Yes we have learned our lesson," Link said to him with his head down in shame.

Monger still didn't look convinced because he was narrowing his eyes at me for reassurance of what they just told him. He knows that I am the most honest of the monsters here and so he tends to hold me more accountable when they did anything deceitful that involves me, which is usually every single time. I gave him my most innocent look and came over to him.

"It's true Monger, we will never try to escape again," I told him with my fingers crossed behind my back and smiling, "I can see it's pointless now, so why bother anymore?"

"The only way we'd ever get out is if you thought it," Link said with a shrug and was speaking in a hypothetical voice, "And somehow, we, like, read your mind."

"Precisely," Monger told us while crossing his arms in front of himself, "And that's never gonna happen."

B.O.B. was calling out "Marco" and Link and I answered "Polo". He kept calling it out during our conversation with Captain Monger. I hoped B.O.B would find Monger soon because all this deceit was making me nervous or that Monger would slip up and accidentally tell us how to get out. However, the probably that Monger would slip up and tell us, even by accident, was slim to nonexistent.

"But wouldn't be a riot if you did tell us, "my husband asked him, "I mean, if you actually said, 'Monsters, there's a secret door, right under your noses?"

"Preposterous," Monger told us with a look of suspension on his face.

"Indeed," my husband pressed on, "Or the location of any getaway vehicles."

"Ludicrous"

B.O.B continues shouting Marco in the background and it was starting to get on everyone's nerves. Particularly Monger's because he snapped and yelled at B.O.B.

"Oh, for crying out loud! We're right here! Polo, Polo, POLO!"

"Ha, gotcha," B.O.B. said to Monger as he grabbed him and sort-of morph into him.

"Yes, well, I guess we'll never know the location of those secret doors," my husband said to him.

"Especially the one right behind my "I'm always watching you, always" poster," Monger thought through B.O.B.

Everyone let out a big "Huh?" after hearing that news for various reasons and my husband, Link, and I ran over to the poster. When we lifted it up, there was a small control panel hidden behind it.

"What's the access code," Link asked Monger.

"One, Two, Three, Four," Monger thought and then he shouted, "No! Let go B.O.B. Don't go through that door!"

Link pushed the code into the panel and a secret door lifted up through the wall next to the poster. Before we went through the door; however, my husband stopped us to ask Monger a question.

"What about the commandos?"

"Commandos? There are none," Monger thought as he tried to cover B.O.B.'s mouth, but it kept moving away from his hand, "I just like making funny hand signals."

I have to cover my mouth with my hand to keep myself from laughing at Monger's last thought.

"Excellent," my husband said before going through the door. I followed him laughing my head off and Link started to follow me; but, he went back to rub it into Monger some more. I heard him say, "Man, this looks bad for you" before he came running back to us. B.O.B. was the last to follow us and he was back to his normal brainless goofy self.

While we were running, my husband said to us, "It worked! We're really getting out!"

"I have to say I am really looking forward to testing my wings out in a place where I don't have to worry about running into the ceiling," I told him as I was starting to feel a sense of hope of leaving this place. Ever since I found out I had wings, I've been flying pretty much everywhere. I love this feeling of freedom and that it was a skill that only I could do that differs from my husband.

"Oh, man! I can practically taste my old swamp," Link said as we continued running down the hall.

As we turned a corner onto a railing, we came face to face with Monger again. This time; however, he was driving one of the facility's jeeps to catch us.

"Congratulations, Monsters. You never made it this far before," he smugly said to us, "Now what's your plan?"

"Oh birthday boy," Link called to B.O.B. "Go ahead and tag the Captain."

"Uh, are you guys familiar with the rules of Tag," he said to us in an "uh duh" voice, "Monger's still it. New game, green light!"

Then B.O.B. took off in the other direction. "No, B.O.B. come back. We need you," my husband called out to him as we chased after him.

"Red light," B.O.B. said to us as he put out his hand to stop us. We all stopped; unfortunately, Monger ran into Link with his jeep.

"So can the piñata be really, really big," B.O.B. asked us.

"Sure B.O.B.," Link told him as he got up off the ground.

"Whatever you want," I told him hoping that he would let us move again.

"Cool. Green Light!"

As we all started running again, Monger drove over Link with the jeep and speed past us. My husband leaned against the railing to avoid being hit while I flew up in the air. As we ran to the end of the railing, Monger's jeep went over the edge. Monger would have gone over too if he hadn't been wearing a parachute. We all jumped off the railing to the ground and started running to one of several open doors. The first one slammed shut.

"No," I yelled as I tried to get to the next one, only to have them all slam shut. We all looked up and saw Monger was hanging from the ceiling by his parachute with a remote in his hand. He did not look happy with us at all.

"I got this," I told them and flew up to Monger, "Alright Monger, hand over that remote and I will help you down from there. You can't possible jump from these heights without breaking something."

"Not happening missy," he said to me as he undid the parachute and dropped towards the ground. I grabbed him and was able to get us both back to the ground; unfortunately, he was keen on keeping that remote away from me. Every time I tried to grab it, he held onto it tighter and kept it out of my reach. Finally, I had to give up trying to wrestle the remote from him. I hope the others have a different plan in mind otherwise, we're caught.

"Game over boys," Monger said to us.

"Party pooper," B.O.B sadly said to him and started to walking back to his cell.

"Actually, there's one more game and it's called…," my husband said and though for a moment, "Pin the B.O.B. on the Monger."

"I love that game," B.O.B. told us as he came back rather quickly.

My husband tried to throw a ball of B.O.B. at Monger; unfortunately, he's not very athletically coördinated, and he pitifully missed.

"You throw like my twelve-year-old niece," Monger taunted him, "That I may or may not have."

"Ok, Link, you hit him then," I told Link.

"Uh oh," Monger said with a bit of worry clearly on his face. Link started rapidly throwing parts of B.O.B. at Monger like a machine gun. As he threw the parts, he said to Monger, "Yeah, dance soldier boy, dance." However, Monger was dodging everything that Link was throwing at his. Finally, he did a series of front flips and other gymnastic moves while avoiding every part of B.O.B. and landed gracefully on a bar.

"Whoo, good thing I took that gymnastics elective in high school," we heard him say to himself.

We all stood there with our eyes and mouths wide open at what we just saw. One part of B.O.B. stuck to the side of my husband's face and I heard him think, "Oh, he's good." Then he pulled that part off.

"But not good enough," he said to Link and got ready to throw it, "Link! Go Long!"

When Link was a good distance away, my husband pitifully threw the ball and it bounced along the ground to Link. He groaned and kicked the ball, when it got close enough to him, with his tail toward Captain Monger, who dodged out-of-the-way at the last second.

"Ooh, my turn," B.O.B. said as he let loose a part of himself toward Monger. As it bounced toward him, Monger yelled to himself, "Fall Back! Fall Back!"

As he tried to avoid the parts of B.O.B. on the ground, he said to himself, while trying to get to a door that was closing fast, "Okay, remain strong. Nothing, but name, rank, and serial number. Name, rank, and serial number."

When the ball came closer, Monger tried to jump through the door before it closed only to be caught in it. Finally, we hear him say to himself as the ball stuck to his butt, "And whatever I do don't mention…The jumbo jet that's up on the roof and all fueled up and ready to go." Then he removed that part of B.O.B. from himself and started to struggle to get himself out of the door to stop us.

We all cheered after hearing that good news and I gave B.O.B. as big of a hug as I could manage without getting stuck in him.

"What do I win," he asked us.

"Now you get your present," Link told him and said with my husband and I, "To the jumbo jet!"

As we all started to take off toward the roof, I heard B.O.B whistled and watched as all the parts of him, that were missing all came back to him, and reformed him to his original height. When we reached the control panel to the roof and my husband put in the access code to open the door, there was the jumbo jet all ready for takeoff like Monger B.O.B saw it, he asked us, "Wow, is that my piñata?" Link told him that it was a piñata for some reason and that it was the kind you smash from the inside. Then we ran toward it and followed my husband through the jet up to the control center for the jet. I sat between Link and my husband and watched as he started flipping switches and pushing buttons to start-up the engines.

"Dudes! Aren't you forgetting something important," B.O.B asked us, "My blindfold for the piñata! Duh!"

My husband and I groaned at the same time and blind folded B.O.B. Link spun him around as my husband counted to three and Link shoved him out the door.

"Doc, I gotta say I was wrong. You are a genius," Link told him with a smile on his face as he retook his seat.

"I know," my husband replied as he pointed to the startup button and took the controls.

Link pressed the button with his tail and the plane started to rise off the ground toward the sky. I gave my husband a quick kiss on his cheek and said, "I've always known you're a genius honey. Oh, look there's Captain Monger."

I couldn't make out what it was he appeared to be yelling at us, but it probably was something like "Hey, you monsters, get back here with that plane! You can't take that! It's government property!" I smiled at him, blew him a kiss and waved goodbye to him while my husband and Link high-fived each other. As the plane got closer to the exit, we could see the sky and feel the sun through the windshield.

"The sun! Goodbye electric heat rock," Link said while crossing his legs across the controls on his side of the plane and leaning back in his chair, "Hello Cocoa Beach."

"And good-bye limited and stuffy enclosure," I happily added, "Hello wide open skies and fresh air."

"And this is just the beginning," my husband told us, "With B.O.B.'s new power; the secrets of the world will be ours for the asking!"

Unfortunately, for us, B.O.B broke back into the control room waving a metal rod around like a baseball bat. He still thought the jet was a piñata and I blame Link for that. He yelled at us while swinging the bar, "Hey! Where's the candy? Where'd you guys hide it?" He knocked Link out of his chair and almost hit me in the head with that bar.

"Wait B.O.B. wait," my husband yelled at him while still holding onto the controls. "Am I close," B.O.B asked us as he started smashing everything. Link and I screamed, "No! NO B.O.B. NO! Stop it!" We tried to get him to stop; but, he complete smashed the controls to the plane and it started falling back down. It didn't take long for it to explode and break apart in that narrow exit. I managed to fly out of the jet through where the windshield used to be and started flying toward the ground, when a piece of shrapnel from the plane hit my left-wing and caused me to crash to the ground with the others. There was debris, smoke and fire everywhere from the plane and it was hard for me to breathe. I looked up and saw my husband stumble over to me.

"Maggie, oh darling, are you all right," he asked me in concern as he helped me up.

"No I'm not. Ow," I cried as I felt a sharp pain on my back, "I think one of my wings is broken or something. It really hurts, but I think I'll be fine. Let's just get B.O.B. to Monger so we can find another way out of here."

He helped me walk towards Monger and that guy smugly said to us, "Welcome home boys."

My husband coughed and then said to him, "We're not done yet Monger."

"That guy took all the candy from your piñata B.O.B," Link cleverly told B.O.B. as he let me lean on him for support, "It's in his pockets."

B.O.B. looked a bit mad at that news and stretched his arms to catch Monger. He caught him in no time flat. As he held him, my husband asked, "Is there a backup plane."

"How about a backdoor," Link added.

"What about an escape pod or a secret tunnel," I also desperately asked Monger.

"Uh, I don't feel any candy," B.O.B. said to us in his normal voice, "But this little soldier is ticklish."

As he started to tickle Monger, who was laughing and saying, "Knock it off", we all looked at B.O.B. in defeat. It was clear to Link and me that whatever caused B.O.B to read minds in the first place was gone forever now, but my husband wasn't convinced.

"B.O.B., why aren't you reading his mind," he desperately asked B.O.B.

"I don't know but man, you guys really got ripped off on that piñata," he said as he released Monger, "I smashed it to bits not even a lollipop."

My husband kept pressing into B.O.B to get some sign he could still read minds until Link and I put our hands on his shoulders and shook our heads. It was hopeless, the plan failed and we were caught. I know I will have to go to the medical center for my wing after this.

"Whoo doggies," Monger shouted with glee and said to us, while pointing to a cage for us to get into, "Man, suspense, explosions, and gymnastics. Not a bad start for a Tuesday."

"Oh, burning Bunsen, burner," my husband groaned as we all got into the cage.

"I better get a promotion for this one," Monger said to us as the cage slammed shut and lifted us back to our cells, "Happy Birthday B.O.B."

"Thanks it's my birthday also," B.O.B. said back to him.


When they let us out, the others had to go back to their cells and my husband and I had to go to the medical center to get my wings checked out. The doctors let my husband also look because his research on cockroaches would help in diagnosing my wings. When he was finished, he sadly said to me, "I am so sorry this happened to you my dear, I never wanted you to get hurt while we were trying to escape."

I looked up at him, sighed and said, "I know you didn't intent for this to happen, but we all knew the risks that were involved in this. I am still mad at you and Link however."

"Me? Why are you mad at me? If you should be mad at anyone, be mad at B.O.B or Monger."

"NO! I have every right in the world to be mad at you and Link right now, because it was your fault I got hurt in the first place," I angrily said to him, "If you and Link hadn't told B.O.B. that the jet was a piñata, he never would have smashed it in first place and we would have been out of here by now. But no, you had to let him believe that. You know how B.O.B is like a child, he take things literally. If you tell him that something is a piñata, then he's going to beat it, like a piñata, to get candy out of it."

"You're right Maggie. I was blind by my arrogance and look what happened to you because of it," he said with a sullen look on his face because he knew I was right, "I promise I will never try to do another escape plan that involves world conquest again. What's the point of ruling the world when the one thing that matters most to me, I almost lost trying to get it. I know it will take a lot to kill you and me, but nothing is worth it, if I end up hurting you in the process. I just hope you will find some way to forgive me."

I sighed and looked away from him. It's hard not to forgive someone you love when they are trying to make an effort to regain your forgiveness. I just don't know if I ready forgive him or not be mad at him and Link for a while yet. Those two are going to have to try very hard to get back in good graces with me.

"I don't know just yet honey. I am sure I will forgive you for this eventually, but not now and the same goes for Link," I said sternly to him while facing him again, "You both owe me and you're going to have to try very hard to make this up to me. What's the diagnosis on my wings Doc.?"

"All right I expected that and I promise to try to find some way to make up to you and I will tell Link this too," he said to me as he looked at my results, " Well, some good news is your wings aren't permanently damaged. That left one has a piece of it missing, but it should heal up in about a month."

"Great," I said sarcastically, "No more escape plans for a while ok honey, please? I got lucky that my wing wasn't sliced in half after that last one. It will be one of the ways you could make it up to me and besides Monger has probably tightened security even more now because we almost got out."

"I promise," he said to me, "I will stop making escape plans for a while, but I still plan on us getting out of here in the future."

"I know. I don't expect you to just give up completely yet," I told him as I got up, "All I ask is for a break for a while."

I got off the table and went over to my shirt to redress. He helped me slip my wings past the slits in my shirt and pulled it up over my shoulders. I buttoned up my shirt and sat down for him to slip my wings into a sling he made in no time, to keep them from moving during my recovery for this month. Right when we finished up, Monger came in to check on me and probably to yell at us too.

"How bad are you hurt Mrs. Cockroach," he asked me sternly.

"Dr. Cockroach said it would take a month for my wings to fully recover. Luckily, that piece of shrapnel only took off part of my wing and didn't slice it in half." I told him and sighed.

"Good, because I've got some news for you too," he sternly said to my husband and me, "When you are fully recovered, you are restricted from flying for three months and you, Dr. Cockroach, are restricted from experimenting for the same amount of time as her."

"What?! You can't be serious," We both shrieked at the same time.

"Dead serious, missy and mister," he said to us while narrowing his eyes at us, "No flying or experimenting, three months after your recovery, and we are going to finish that party you gave for B.O.B with the Invisible Man right now. I noticed he wasn't with you when you tried to escape earlier, so it's only fair to include him in the party at least. Let's go."

My husband and I groaned and followed Monger back to the cell where we had the party set up for B.O.B. Link was already there looking miserable as he sat on his electric heat rock, B.O.B of course and he was talking to the Invisible Man, who was only wearing a party hat. B.O.B had insisted that since Invisible Man was wearing one, that we all had to wear them as well. "I can't believe this. I'm thirty-six years old and I'm grounded literally for four months like I'm a ten years old again. Oh yeah, husband of mine, you owe me BIG time for this. And the same goes for you too Link, you're equally to blame for this." I thought to myself, as we had to watch Invisible Man do some impressions. I sat between my husband and Captain Monger, who had a big smile on his face. I think he was clearly enjoying our misery.

"This is part of our punishment for trying to escape isn't it? And you're going to enjoy yourself immensity aren't you," I harshly whisper to Monger. He smiled and nodded his head twice I guess as a way to answer my questions.

"This is the best party ever," B.O.B. said to us as he watched the Invisible Man continued with his impressions.

"G-g-glad y-y-you're enj-j-joying yours-s-self B.O.B," Link said as he wrapped his arms around himself because his heat rock's power gave out. "H-h-how m-m-much l-l-longer d-d-do we hav-v-ve to s-s-stay here?"

Monger finished laughing at Invisible Man's latest impression and said, "I think another hour or two will do and then you can all go back to your cells."

Link, my husband and I all groaned after hearing that news. Like I said, he was punishing us for our last escape attempt and enjoying our misery a little too much for my taste. I tried to get up to leave early, but he caught me and made me sit back down. "Drat! I hoped he didn't notice me. Link, you owe me Big time for this and I don't care how long it takes, I aim to collect. That goes double for you Antony Tyson since you're my husband and roommate," I thought to myself as I had to sit there.


Two hours later, I happily ran to my cell leaving my husband in the dust. He followed me slowly and when the door had shut, he walked over to his workbench and divided his escape plans into two piles for us to snack on until tomorrow at breakfast. I finished mine in no time flat while he seemed to pick at it. I was still mad at him for his plan causing me to get hurt but I gave him a small sweet smile to show him I was slowly starting to forgive him. We were so close to making it outside, only to have it literally blow up in our faces. As I laid on my stomach on our bed next to him, I couldn't help but wonder if we were ever going to get out of here and if so, how long would we have to wait before it happens?

TBC. Sorry it took so long to write this chapter, but let me know how you liked it and I will see you in the next one. :)