by Joy
NOTE: Oh, and how could I forget this? *slaps forehead* Randall Boggs, Mike, Sulley, Fungus, and all the MI characters and the movie are not mine (as you all know already), they belong to Disney and Pixar. But Caylin and Leia are mine, so no using them without my consent first. ^_^
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Chapter Two - An Unwanted Visitor
The next morning, just as the sun began to peek out over the horizon, a certain one-eyed monster was making it his business to get an early start to the day. Mike grabbed his trusty, oversized tuba that he used in his old high school band as he made his way over to Sulley's room. He slowly, carefully opened the door and peeked inside. Sulley had his blinds down and was still clearly fast asleep. His snores reached Mike's earholes. 'His alarm should have gone off by now,' he thought, tiptoeing inside. He slipped the tuba over his head and cleared his throat quietly, making his way over to Sulley's bedside. Then he blew into it, making an off-tone, wavering blare.
"Oooohhh," he began to sing, blaring the tuba in between phrases. "It's time to get up. Grab your coffee cup. . ."
Sulley jumped in surprise at the sudden wake-up call. "Mikey? What in the-?"
"You've been sleeping in too late. . ." Mike continued to sing. "So I debate. . .Whether you even set your alarrrrmmmm!"
Sulley groaned and put his pillow over his head. Sometimes he just never felt like waking up in the morning. Last night he was up late reviewing paperwork and some new guidelines he had set for the company. But Mike wasn't aware of that, clearly.
"I'm not crazyyy," Mike went on. "But I think you might be lazyyy!"
But Sulley had to laugh, lately Mike was coming up with creative ways to wake him up. Yesterday, he recalled, Mike came in with an old, worn out accordian and began playing it. Sulley was amused by that - even if it was in his ear. Mike finally stopped singing, knowing his buddy wasn't paying any attention to him and just marched over to the shades, pulling them up. The blinding rays of the sun shone directly into the room.
"Sulleeeeeyy," he whined. "You're the CEO. We're SUPPOSED to be there early! So, get up bigfoot. I made us breakfast."
"Okay, okay, you got me," Sulley surrendered, taking the pillow off his head and sitting up. "I'll be there in a minute."
"Okie dokie, good," Mike replied, satisfied that he was finally getting up. He turned to walk out the door.
Sulley scratched his chin and slid out of bed. Then he thought of something. "Hey Mikey?"
Mike stopped and turned around. "Yeeess?"
"What time is it?"
"Almost seven. See you at breakfast!"
"Okay," Sulley said, making his bed and shuffling into the bathroom to brush his fur.
After Sulley was done getting ready in the bathroom, he walked into the kitchen. Mike was sitting at the table moving the remainder of his cereal around in the bowl with a spoon. He looked up as Sulley came in, still straightening his tie. Sulley grabbed a box of dirt clods and poured them into a bowl. He knew today was going to be a long day. It was nearing the end of October and that's when he usually got the most work. Mostly because of the upcoming holiday seasons, which demanded more laugh energy production. Sulley poured in some milk and began to eat it, when he looked up at the clock.
"Hey Mikey," he said, after swallowing a bite. "We'd better go, I bet Ceeeila will be there. She always arrives early." Sulley couldn't help but smile. He liked teasing them every once and awhile. They hardly ever took it the wrong way unless he pushed it.
Mike quickly stood up and put his bowl in the sink, rubbing his hands together. "Good point," he said, marching towards the door. "What are we waiting for? Let's go."
Sulley chuckled and finished off the cereal, grabbing his hat and walking out the door. Mike was way ahead of him. He was in the driver's seat of his red car, waiting for Sulley to catch up. Ever since Mike bought that new, yellow six wheel car, he had missed his old car. Sulley had wondered why he had got that rediculous new one in the first place. But they ended up trading it in for his trusty red one. Sulley got in next to Mike and they drove off.
Soon, they found themselves looking for a slot in the MI parking lot. Mike drove by slot after slot looking for 'just the right one'.
"Mikey, why don't you just pull in there?" Sulley asked, resting his head on his hand boredly.
Mike looked insulted as Sulley motioned to a tight spot. "Are you kidding?? Once someone comes to get in their car, their door will hit mine and break off the sideview mirrors!" he exclaimed in shock.
"But we've driven though this section ten times already," Sulley replied, hardly moving. "You've gotta park it somewhere."
Mike sighed. "Okay okay," he muttered, finally spotting a decent parking spot and pulling in. He cut the gas and spread his arms. "There. Better?"
"Much," Sulley agreed with a smile, patting his buddy on the back. "Now let's get inside before the Comedians start coming in. I've got lots of stuff to do."
"Righty-o, be there in a jif, Sulley!" Mike replied, shining off a last smudge on his car door.
Sulley laughed and shook his head as he walked towards the entrance doors. The words 'We Scare Because We Care' were still above the doors and he made a mental note to think of some other slogan to put up later. He heard Mike running up behind him as he opened the door and walked inside. It was far from busy that morning. The employees weren't expected to arrive until half past seven, so he only had half an hour to get everything ready for business. His footsteps echoed with emptyness off the lobby walls as he approached Ceila's desk. Mike ran past him and rested his elbow on the desktop, a charming smile on his face.
"Oh shmoopsie poo!" he called.
Ceila gave a gasp of delight and spun around in her chair. "Googley Bear!" she cooed back. "I knew you'd be coming soon." She rested her elbows on the desktop in front of him and smiled flirtatiously.
Mike got a cheesy grin on his face and looked up at her. "I've had my eye on taking you to the Fall Fright Party tonight," he said sweetly. "That is, if you have time on your oh-so-busy agenda, Sweety Poo."
"Awww, Smoochy Woochy," Ceila replied. "That would be wonderful! I thought you'd never ask."
They gazed at each other for a few moments as Sulley watched, feeling a bit out-of-place in this love scene. He cleared his throat politely. "Uh, nice to see you at work so early Ceila," he said. "I'm going to my office."
"Okay Sulley Wulley," she replied, without taking her eye off of Mike. They stared at each other for awhile when suddenly, a phone began to ring. She sighed. "I'll see you at seven, sweetheart."
"Sure thing," he replied, marching for the Laughfloor. He turned around and winked before continuing on. She waved and answered the call.
"Monsters Inc, how may I help you?" she spoke into her head microphone. "Yes. Mr. Sanderson is coming to work today, can I leave a message?"
Ceila turned around in her chair and began thumbing through some papers. She didn't even hear the doors opening and the footsteps that echoed through the lobby. She had just found a couple of blank papers when she felt a touch on her shoulder. Surprised, she jumped in her chair and turned around to see who it was. Ceila's eye went wide as she saw who it was.
"P-p-please hold," she said nervously into the phone.
The person smiled slyly, looking at her. He was an adult human with short blonde hair, glasses, and brown eyes. He had a white coat on and a pair of black pants. Ceila got up out of her chair, edging towards the CDA call button, but was caught short when the human grabbed her arm.
"What do you want?" Ceila asked fearfully.
"Nothing much - just you."
Ceila gasped and struggled in vain. "Stop! Let me go! Once my Googley Bear finds out about this-" she began.
"Oh shut up," he interrupted. "You're only one of hundreds."
He pulled her over to him and put her in a large bag, heaving it over his shoulder with a smirk. She screamed, but all that came through the bag was a muffled noise. The man laughed heartily and snuck towards an empty Laughfloor and out of plain sight.