CHAPTER FIVE
Clarissa Boggs, anchor- monster for Channel Seven News, strode up to the Monsters, Inc. building with determination. Trailing her was a sound crew, accompanying her to do a televised interview with the two top monsters of the company. She pushed open the glass door and sauntered to the receptionist's desk.
"Monsters, Inc, please hold. Monsters, Inc, yes she is, I'll connect you. Mr. Pauley is on vacation, would you like his voice mail?" The purple receptionist with one blue eye and several bored-looking snakes for hair was saying as Clarissa walked up. The receptionist saw her and turned in her direction. "How may I help you, miss?" the female monster asked politely.
"I'm looking for Mr. Sullivan and Mr. Wazowski. I'm here to interview them for Channel Seven News," Clarissa said in a no-nonsense tone.
The receptionist, Celia Mae, did not immediately respond. The monster in front of her bore such a resemblance to Randall, who used to work at the company, that she had a difficult time keeping her wits about her. Clarissa was a few inches shorter than Celia remembered Randall being, had a narrower face, eyelashes, and her foremost frond dangled forward instead of back. Otherwise, she looked just like him. Her voice was even a feminine replica of his.
When her head cleared, Celia remembered the appointment that Clarissa come for. "Oh, yes," she said. "Follow me please."
Clarissa and her crew followed Celia to laugh floor F, where Sulley and Mike were supposed to be. But neither of them were there.
"Fungus," Celia called. "Where're Sulley and Mike?"
"I saw them head that way," a furry orange monster named George Sanderson said, pointing to a hallway.
"Thank you, George," Celia replied. "This way please."
The odd procession meandered to a secluded section of the building where the simulator set was located. The simulator had a working door station. Mike had told Celia about fixing Boo's door for Sulley. She went to the door station, expecting to see Boo's door there, with its indicator light aglow. What she saw instead was an empty steel frame with pieces of painted wood scattered at its base.
"Eek!" Celia squeaked.
"What? Why did you stop?" an irritated Clarissa demanded. She didn't wait for an answer and just pushed her way past Celia. "Oh my gosh," she said. "There weren't any monsters in there, were there?"
"Googely Bear," Celia whispered, kneeling by the fragments of wooden door on the floor.
Clarissa turned to her crew. "Gentlemen, we are still doing a newscast. But we're doing it on this," she said, indicating the collapsed door.
"They were in there," Celia sobbed.
"Who?" Clarissa interrogated.
"Sulley and Mike," Celia said, on the verge of histerics. "The ones you were going to interview."
"Oh!" exclaimed Clarissa. "This will be most interesting news to cast. Crew, set up here."
While the news crew set up, Clarissa mused to herself. She found it ironic and quite fitting that the monsters responsible for banishing her brother should now be stuck in the human world themselves.
Clarissa Boggs, anchor- monster for Channel Seven News, strode up to the Monsters, Inc. building with determination. Trailing her was a sound crew, accompanying her to do a televised interview with the two top monsters of the company. She pushed open the glass door and sauntered to the receptionist's desk.
"Monsters, Inc, please hold. Monsters, Inc, yes she is, I'll connect you. Mr. Pauley is on vacation, would you like his voice mail?" The purple receptionist with one blue eye and several bored-looking snakes for hair was saying as Clarissa walked up. The receptionist saw her and turned in her direction. "How may I help you, miss?" the female monster asked politely.
"I'm looking for Mr. Sullivan and Mr. Wazowski. I'm here to interview them for Channel Seven News," Clarissa said in a no-nonsense tone.
The receptionist, Celia Mae, did not immediately respond. The monster in front of her bore such a resemblance to Randall, who used to work at the company, that she had a difficult time keeping her wits about her. Clarissa was a few inches shorter than Celia remembered Randall being, had a narrower face, eyelashes, and her foremost frond dangled forward instead of back. Otherwise, she looked just like him. Her voice was even a feminine replica of his.
When her head cleared, Celia remembered the appointment that Clarissa come for. "Oh, yes," she said. "Follow me please."
Clarissa and her crew followed Celia to laugh floor F, where Sulley and Mike were supposed to be. But neither of them were there.
"Fungus," Celia called. "Where're Sulley and Mike?"
"I saw them head that way," a furry orange monster named George Sanderson said, pointing to a hallway.
"Thank you, George," Celia replied. "This way please."
The odd procession meandered to a secluded section of the building where the simulator set was located. The simulator had a working door station. Mike had told Celia about fixing Boo's door for Sulley. She went to the door station, expecting to see Boo's door there, with its indicator light aglow. What she saw instead was an empty steel frame with pieces of painted wood scattered at its base.
"Eek!" Celia squeaked.
"What? Why did you stop?" an irritated Clarissa demanded. She didn't wait for an answer and just pushed her way past Celia. "Oh my gosh," she said. "There weren't any monsters in there, were there?"
"Googely Bear," Celia whispered, kneeling by the fragments of wooden door on the floor.
Clarissa turned to her crew. "Gentlemen, we are still doing a newscast. But we're doing it on this," she said, indicating the collapsed door.
"They were in there," Celia sobbed.
"Who?" Clarissa interrogated.
"Sulley and Mike," Celia said, on the verge of histerics. "The ones you were going to interview."
"Oh!" exclaimed Clarissa. "This will be most interesting news to cast. Crew, set up here."
While the news crew set up, Clarissa mused to herself. She found it ironic and quite fitting that the monsters responsible for banishing her brother should now be stuck in the human world themselves.