A/N: Me: Happy Birthday!

Renny: Whose birthday is it? :3

Me: Somebody, somewhere. Maybe an alien's.

Renny: Jerk. :(

Me: Suffer! I don't own Monsters Inc. ON WITH THE STORY!

Renny's P.O.V.

Mike's legs were still wet, and he was trailing toilet paper behind him. As I held Boo, he said, "This is bad. This is so very bad."

"What were they talking about a machine?" Sulley questioned.

"I don't know, but it doesn't sound good," I uttered, holding Boo close.

"Who cares? Oh," Mike moaned.

"Look, don't panic-all we have to do is call her door down and send her home," Sulley told the both of us. Mike finally pulled the toilet paper off his foot.

"You're right, you're right," Mike said, "We're just three regular joes on our way to work."

"Nothing wrong with that," I replied, smiling.

"Yeah, we will blend right in," Mike confirmed. I hid Boo behind my back as we walked onto the scare floor.

"Top of the mornin' fellas!" Sulley almost shouted to the entire scare floor. So much for inconspicuous. Oh boy.

"Hey, what's shakin' bacon?" Mike asked Needleman and Smitty.

"Did you lose weight? Or a limb?" Sulley asked someone. Then he asked Mike in almost a whisper, "You have her card key, right?"

"Please tell me you have her card key," I whispered to my short, green friend.

"Of course I have her card key," Mike said. I smiled in relief and brought Boo out from behind me when he said that. "I told you I'd get her card key," Mike continued, "I went and got her card key, and now I have her card key." I saw Mike take a card key from someone else. He didn't get it. MIKE!

"Great," I muttered to myself.

We walked over to their station and Mike swiped the card. I put Boo on the ground and held her hand. The number for a door appeared on the small box and Mike breathed, "Okay, here we go."

"Okay, take care of yourself. Try not to run through anymore closets," Sulley told Boo as the door was brought down to the ground. Boo giggled at Sulley and the door, of course, wasn't Boo's door.

"Mike, that's not her door," Sulley told him when he saw the door.

"Mike," I growled.

"What are you talking about?" Mike questioned, "Of course it's her door. It's her door."

"Mike, her door was white and it had pretty flowers on it," I told him, angrily.

"Exactly," Sulley said, "Get her real door Mike."

"No, it must have been dark last night, because this is its door."

He opened the door and I heard polka music playing. "Hey, do you hear that? Sounds like fun in there! Okay, send me a postcard, kid. That's Mike Wazowski, care of twenty two Mike-Wazowski-you-got-your-life-back Lane," Mike remarked.

"Mowki Kowski," Boo mispronounced.

"Very good," Mike remarked, "Bon voyage. Bye-bye! Come on!" Boo looked up at Sulley and then at me. She gave me a look that said either, 'What?' or 'Is he crazy? This isn't my door!'

"Look at the stick," Mike kept talking, picking up a stick, "See the stick?" He threw the stick into the room and said, "Go get the stick! Go fetch!"

"She's not a dog Mike," I barked, "Stop it." I picked Boo up and held her close.

"Mike, this isn't Boo's door," Sulley announced.

"Boo? What's Boo?" Mike asked.

"That's what I decided to call her," Sulley answered, "Is there a problem?"

"Sulley, you're not supposed to name it," Mike told him, a bit harshly, "Once you name it, you start getting attached to it! Look at what Renny's doing! She's hugging it! She doesn't hug!"

I looked down at Boo and saw her looking up at me. Boo was changing me, but she was changing me for the better. Isn't it good to love? Mike loves Celia, right?

"NOW PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM, OR SO HELP ME-," Mike boomed, attracting A LOT of attention. He noticed everyone staring and said, "Oh hey!" I quickly put Boo behind my back, and I hid behind Sulley. "We're rehearsing a scene for the upcoming company play called Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me." Mike laughed, "It's a musical!"

"Yeah," I said, coming out from behind Sulley with Boo still behind my back, "It's gonna be really great!"

"Put that thing back where it came from, or so help me," Mike sang. Sulley started to make up a tune for the so called, 'musical' as Mike continued to sing, "So help me, so help me."

"And cut," I said, "We're, uh, still working out the kinks."

"It's a work in progress but, hey, we need ushers," Mike pointed out.

Everyone went back to work and I angrily mumbled, "Yeah, and a story, music, costumes, actors, and everything else needed to make a musical!"

"Sulley, I've had enough! Now say goodbye to…where'd it go?" Mike asked, "What'd you do with it?"

I looked behind me and saw Boo was GONE. I took a few deep breaths.

"Where is she?" Sulley asked.

"I don't believe it," Mike stated, "She got away from you two again?! Well that is just…"

"Boo?" Sulley and I questioned, starting to look around for Boo.

"Wait a minute," Mike said.

"What?" I asked.

"The sun is coming up. This is perfect!" Mike happily stated, "She's gone!"

But…Sulley and I were worried for Boo. We both got up and ran back out of the scare floor. Mike followed us, saying, "Hey, hey, hey, hey. Where are you going?"

He grabbed Sulley's tail and one of my legs and said, "My friends, please, don't blow this. Especially when Sulley and I are so close to breaking the record! Somebody else will find the kid! It'll be their problem not ours!" He tried pulling us back into the scare floor. "She's out of our hair!"

Sulley bumped into something. Randall. He was Sulley's fur color! Blue with purple spots! "What are you three doing?" Randall asked as Mike let go of my leg and Sulley's tail. He turned back to his normal colors.

"They're rehearsing a play!" A scaring assistant said.

"She's out of our hair!" Mike sang again.

"Can it, Wazowski!" Randall ordered, pointing the newspaper he had hit Fungus with at him. Mike did as he was told.

"Thank you," I muttered.

"So, what do you think of that kid getting out, Sullivan, Renny?" Randall questioned, his scary demeanor going away. He stood straighter and crossed both sets of his arms. "Pretty crazy, huh?"

"Oh, yeah, crazy," Sulley said.

"Insane," I nodded.

Randall started to say, "Word on the street is…" I didn't hear the rest of what he said, as I saw Boo standing about twenty feet behind him.

Thank goodness! She's safe! "No, no way!" Mike lied, standing in front of Sulley, "But, if it was an inside job, I'd put my money on Waxford."

"Waxford?" Randall asked.

"Yeah, the one at station six," Mike informed.

"He does have those shifty eyes," I told Randall.

"Hey, Waxford!" Randall shouted to get his attention. He walked away from us.

Sulley and I ran towards were Boo was just a few moments ago.

"Sulley! Renny!" Mike exclaimed, running after us.

"Michael Wazowski!" Celia shouted.

"Mike's in trouble, let's go!" I told Sulley as I increased my speed.

"Last night was one of the worst nights in my entire life, bar none!" Celia told Mike. I heard the echo of Celia's hair hissing. Then I heard, "SUSHI?! YOU THINK THIS IS ABOUT SUSHI?!" Yep, Mike's toast!

"Come on!" Sulley said, pulling on my top right arm.

"Gah!" I choked out, behind pulled by the bigger monster.

A/N: So, I want to get as much of the story done as possible before school, so that's why the updates are so fast! I already wrote out chapter twelve. Also, I liked writing this chapter. Mike's in trouble! Haha. :D

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