Graf knew that Randall had told on them. How else would the cops have known to come to their company and arrest three of them? He had been out that day, so he hadn't been arrested along with the other three.
The girls had obviously been in hiding too, or else they would have been arrested too, or Randall had only told of the boys being the bullies. He didn't know, but he was going to get Randall back for that.
Looking through a phone book, he found Randall's address. But he also knew that he could also find him at his job at Monsters, Inc.
Graf went to see Randall's ex-boss at the jail to see if he could learn anything else about Randall that he could use against him.
Waternoose was definitely not the most pleasant monster person to be around. He could see why he had ended up in here. But he did reveal some things about Randall to him.
"Sullivan is a disgrace to have destroyed my company like that." Waternoose said.
"Yes, but I want your formal assistant." Graf said.
"If you want superb revenge, you can use my old secret basement lair where Randall constructed the scream extractor, or do it at a place of your old choosing." Waternoose said.
"I'm better off getting him at his job, but I could get him at his home too. But living in an apartment, his neighbors are likely to hear him if he screams at me or does something noisy." Graf said.
"Keep in mind of Randall's invisibility. He's not easy to catch."
"I'm sure he's not doing his regular job since we had him and injured him when we had him last."
"It might have brought him down a bit, but he's sure to have gotten well again by now."
"Yeah. I have some special goggles standing by if needed. He's not going to escape me." Graf said.
…..
Randall found his days working down in the mailroom rather boring, but it was only for a month. He would get through it.
But then, he thought of serving food in the cafeteria. It wasn't that bad. He liked to bake foods, usually sweets. He could be the dessert guy. He went to Sullivan and asked if he could change jobs.
"Well, you could do both jobs. One job alone won't make enough money." Sulley said.
Randall loved taking on something as long as it kept him busy. He would be the one responsible at lunch for making the desserts. But he would still continue to work in the mailroom.
He had to stop at a certain time in the mailroom, go to the cafeteria and serve others, and make sure he ate a good meal himself. He would eat before the others, then after he would go back to the mailroom once the cafeteria was cleaned up, then he would go back to the mailroom.
It began two days later.
…
Randall had made a lot of desserts for the cafeteria the next day. He would help out in the evenings to bake some more. This should keep the money coming for him.
Doing the two jobs seemed a little overwhelming at first, but he got the hang of it.
Then the kitchen supervisor asked if he would much rather do the cooking in the afternoon so he wouldn't have to stay after hours to do the cooking. Even Randall needed some time to go home and rest. He was happy to oblige.
Randall talked to Sulley about only doing the mailroom in the mornings and he would work in the cafeteria in the afternoons.
"That's fine, Randall. Whatever makes you happy." Sulley said. "I know you make great desserts."
Sullivan was fine with it so he went back to tell the kitchen supervisor he was up for it. Anything that would cut down on the boring hours in the mailroom.
….
Graf was interviewing for a job at Monsters, Inc the next day to try to find Randall there. Some of the other monsters there weren't expecting to see another lizard there, but maybe it would be good for Randall to have another lizard working with him.
Sulley said that he could work in the mailroom in the afternoons since the one that did it in the mornings would be moved to the cafeteria.
Graf said he would be happy to work there in the afternoons. He could still get to Randall that way.
….
Graf began the next day. He made sure to stay out of sight of Randall, but he saw that he left the mailroom at 11:30 to go get ready for the job at the cafeteria. The afternoon person would take over after lunch.
"Very soon, purple boy, you will experience my wrath." Graf said in a low voice. No one heard him but himself.
Waternoose had given him the directions to the private basement where he could deal out his revenge if he wanted to do it there.
He found the old scream extractor on the floor that was collecting dust quite well. Graf was quite an engineer himself. He began constructing a table down there with shackles to hold his prisoner down.
It was taking some time, but less than a month to do. He did this in the mornings while Randall was in the mailroom. He wasn't going to have contact with him until the right time.
Within two weeks, the construction was ready. Now to get his target.
….
Randall's days working in the mailroom were about over. But he wouldn't mind continuing to work in the cafeteria at lunchtime and doing the afternoon cooking.
From his grumpy days in the past, most of the monsters in the company wouldn't have expected Randall to be such a good cook. But he was.
The food was always prepared the day before and would sit overnight to be warmed up the next day before it was served. At least for the foods that were meant to be served warm.
One late morning however, Randall was just about ready to leave the mailroom when someone stepped into the room behind him. He had his back turned.
"Who is it?" Randall asked.
"Is that any way to greet an old friend?" The voice said.
Randall looked up in suspicion. He knew that voice from just over a month ago. He turned around. He flipped back into the wall when he saw who it was.
"Graf! How did you find me?!" Randall yelled in surprise.
"Of course I knew where you worked. But I figured you wouldn't be doing your regular job since you were injured by us." Graf said. "Of course I could have came to your home, but this seems the better place where you won't be caught."
"What do you want?" Randall demanded.
"Revenge for getting my fellows arrested. You should be the one in jail."
"I've done and served my time in that awful place. I'm reformed now and I won't go back to that awful life." Randall retorted.
"It doesn't matter about that, but you are going to pay for that." Graf said and began advancing on the purple lizard.
Randall instantly vanished.
Graf hurriedly put on his special goggles that he had on his neck. He was able to spot the invisible body on the wall. He tried to make a grab for him. He had his own special padded hands and went up the wall after Randall.
Randall tried getting away, but Graf was faster with his twelve limbs. He brought Randall down in a crash landing on the floor. He pulled Randall's hands behind his back. Randall tried to resist, groaning in pain from having his arms pulled so hard on.
Randall tried crying for help, but Graf saw an old scare canister and hit him in the back of the head, thus knocking him out. "You are going to have a good headache when you wake up, but that's nothing to what's planned next for you." Graf said triumphantly.
Graf looked at the knocked out purple lizard. He picked him up and carried him to the basement cellar, where he put Randall on the table he had made and tied his arms, tail, and legs down. He was flat on his back.
The fun would begin when he woke up.
