Chapter 8- Explanation
He paused allowing the affects of this sentence to well and truly sink in.
"You?" Randall gasped, his heart hammering away inside his chest. "Why?"
"Yes, me. Why, you ask? Well, I've got an old friend who, um... lets just say, needed her for certain reasons." Randall opened his mouth to speak, but the Principle interrupted him.
"Basically, my old friend, who goes by the name of Waternoose, has built a machine." Randall was deep in thought for a second before emerging back into the real world. Waternoose... Where had he heard that name before? Well, he was soon going to find out. "Waternoose," the Principle resumed, "has just inherited the company of Monsters, Inc. from his father, a reliable and sensible monster. But a lot of monsters think that the new CEO isn't up to the job. So, to prove himself worthy, so to speak, he has built a machine capable of scaring children ten times more efficiently then previously. But he has encountered a little problem."
"The CDA, otherwise known as the "Child Detection Agency," have forbidden him to test it on human children. They even set up a complex alarm-system that would warn them the moment a human-child enters the monster-world. He had no choice but to try it on monster children, behind the CDA's back, of course. So, guess where you're sister is now." The Principle completed his speech with a grin forming on his nearly non-existent face.
Randall's eyes widened in pure shock.
What were they doing to his sister? He had to save her! But how could he get to Monsters, Inc.? How could he stop this illegal act from being performed? He might already be too late! Questions whizzed through his head, but, unbeknown to him, they were all going to be answered soon enough.
"She is just one of dozens of monsters that have been chosen for their physical condition and are being experimented on. And you are going to join her. Frank? Butch? You know what to do."
Two unnaturally large monsters came out from behind the miniature demons' chair and started to proceed to the now extremely freaked out lizard- monster. But just as the monsters were about to grab Randall the door flew open and two younger monsters appeared from the darkness of the corridor. Randall turned around and stared at them in surprise.
It was Mike and Sulley.
"We've heard everything you said!" shouted Sulley, the braver of the two. "You're a nutcase, you know that? We're not going to let you do this, are we Mike?"
Mike looked up at his determined friend.
"We're not?" he asked with a nervous chuckle. Sulley glared at him. "I-I mean we're not, o-of course we're not...right Sul?" He smiled at Sulley weakly.
Randall was touched. But he didn't have long to stay sentimental.
The two guards had split up; one had hastily closed the door and locked it while the other pulled out a couple of unusual guns out from under the Principle's desk. The three young monsters' fear had grown more apparent by the minute. Randall heard a click of a gun. He swerved round but before he could get out the way he felt a slight prick in one of his arms.
As he turned to look at the other two he found that they were slumped on the floor. He would soon be joining them. As he fell onto the wooden floor with a muffled thump everything went black and dizziness blocked out the remaining thoughts in his head. An aching pain spread around him and numbness overshadowed him.
He really wasn't having a good birthday.
Chapter 9- Trapped
Randall reluctantly opened his eyes to find that he was tied up and gagged in the most uncomfortable way possible. He took a sideways look at his two enemies who had also been wrapped up like a pair of cheap birthday presents. As he put as much effort as he possibly could into turning his head around the cogs that formed his mind started to spin.
They were in a van.
"Great," Randall thought, another sarcastic comment coming into his mind. "This is going to be fun." Randall shuffled around trying to face Mike and Sulley. Maybe they had an idea of how to get out of this situation. For five minutes Randall struggled. By the time he could see them both properly he was out of breath. And the gag didn't help. The lizard-monster closed his eyes in fatigue and remained motionless until he had gathered up enough strength. Then he heard a muffled "Mmmm."
He looked up, figuring out that the distorted sounds were coming from Sulley. The furry monster shook his head towards Mike. The Cyclops was out cold. Sulley was starting to look worried as an air of panic started to rise.
But Randall remained calm, or, to be more precise, as calm as he could. He was still in a state of shock that the previous news had brought him but he made a decision to push all his unwanted thoughts into a dusty little corner at the back of his mind so he could concentrate at the situation at hand.
Randall squinted in hard, pure thought.
After a bit of conferring with himself he began to wiggle to the end of the van where there were some dirty brown windows that looked like they hadn't been cleaned in decades. He might as well find out where they were. Once the second period of struggle was over he peeked out the window.
By that time Sulley had cottoned on and was smiling. Or the results of trying to smile with a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth. Randall surveyed the scenery. He didn't immediately recognise where they were but he vaguely remembered it from somewhere. It nibbled at his mind like a mouse nibbling at a giant segment of blue cheese and it wouldn't stop.
Determined to match the location with a name, Randall looked at every signpost that sailed by the van. He heard a thump in the background.
"Must be Wazowski waking up," he thought momentarily, but then his mind went back to working out where they were.
Another signpost whizzed by, stating "Monsters, Inc. Road."
"Monsters, Inc.!" Randall exclaimed, but the gag blotted out the emotion in his voice.
Randall had loved Monsters, Inc. ever since he found out what it was. He had always dreamed of being a Scarer. Everything about the job appealed to him; being able to work for the most widely-known monster in the whole of Monstropolis, Harold N. Waternoose; knowing that he was helping thousands of monsters all around the world; and, what seemed the most tempting to him, getting the respect and recognition every Scarer received. Oh, for so many years he had dreamed about becoming one of them!
His heart raced as the van came to a stop in the vast car-park in front of the factory.
Now, when he was on the doorstep of the place that had been featured in so many of his dreams, he realized how little he knew about the place.
Randall leaned on the door. A joyful smile spread across his face. Sure, they were bound and gagged and about to meet their doom, but actually going inside Monsters, Inc.? It was all worth it.
Chapter 10- Thoughts Ever since Randall was born his parents had always been horrible to him and endlessly compared him with his sister, who also hated this treatment. His brother, on the other hand, had relished seeing Randall being put down. His parent's favourite phrase was "You will NEVER amount to anything," to which Randall had always wanted to prove wrong. But he had a lot to live up to.
He father had previously been a Scarer and a good one at that as he had set the infamous All-Time Scare Record.
When his mother and father died when he was six, Randall was affected greatly and his urge to become a Scarer grew even more. He wanted his parents to be proud of him, even though they were constantly putting his already low self-esteem into new depths.
But he didn't want to be a Scarer just to prove his deceased parents wrong. Maybe, if he became a Scarer, he would be truly happy for the first time in his life. The van door opened and Randall, who had been leaning on it, fell out and onto the hard pavement below. One of the two large monsters who had greeted them with such politeness grabbed Randall by the neck and body and lifted him high into the air while performing a disgusting grin that showed off all his glinting gold teeth. Randall heard some grunts as his other two companions protested against the rough grip of the other monster.
The front door of the van unlocked and the Head-master, who was being carried by a green seven-eyed monster, was brought out into the sunlight.
"Come on, boys!" he shouted with immense effort, but, unlike before when his voice was a cumbersome roar, all they could hear was a faint squeak. Obviously the two henchmen heard him as they were taken round to the side of the building through an almost invisible back door that was surrounded by discarded cardboard boxes.
As they were shoved through the door, Randall couldn't help but let out a little squeal of excitement. Sulley and Mike looked at him as though he were crazy, but before Randall could try and explain, they were pushed through a dark damp corridor and down some worn steps to what seemed like a recreation of a medieval dungeon.
He paused allowing the affects of this sentence to well and truly sink in.
"You?" Randall gasped, his heart hammering away inside his chest. "Why?"
"Yes, me. Why, you ask? Well, I've got an old friend who, um... lets just say, needed her for certain reasons." Randall opened his mouth to speak, but the Principle interrupted him.
"Basically, my old friend, who goes by the name of Waternoose, has built a machine." Randall was deep in thought for a second before emerging back into the real world. Waternoose... Where had he heard that name before? Well, he was soon going to find out. "Waternoose," the Principle resumed, "has just inherited the company of Monsters, Inc. from his father, a reliable and sensible monster. But a lot of monsters think that the new CEO isn't up to the job. So, to prove himself worthy, so to speak, he has built a machine capable of scaring children ten times more efficiently then previously. But he has encountered a little problem."
"The CDA, otherwise known as the "Child Detection Agency," have forbidden him to test it on human children. They even set up a complex alarm-system that would warn them the moment a human-child enters the monster-world. He had no choice but to try it on monster children, behind the CDA's back, of course. So, guess where you're sister is now." The Principle completed his speech with a grin forming on his nearly non-existent face.
Randall's eyes widened in pure shock.
What were they doing to his sister? He had to save her! But how could he get to Monsters, Inc.? How could he stop this illegal act from being performed? He might already be too late! Questions whizzed through his head, but, unbeknown to him, they were all going to be answered soon enough.
"She is just one of dozens of monsters that have been chosen for their physical condition and are being experimented on. And you are going to join her. Frank? Butch? You know what to do."
Two unnaturally large monsters came out from behind the miniature demons' chair and started to proceed to the now extremely freaked out lizard- monster. But just as the monsters were about to grab Randall the door flew open and two younger monsters appeared from the darkness of the corridor. Randall turned around and stared at them in surprise.
It was Mike and Sulley.
"We've heard everything you said!" shouted Sulley, the braver of the two. "You're a nutcase, you know that? We're not going to let you do this, are we Mike?"
Mike looked up at his determined friend.
"We're not?" he asked with a nervous chuckle. Sulley glared at him. "I-I mean we're not, o-of course we're not...right Sul?" He smiled at Sulley weakly.
Randall was touched. But he didn't have long to stay sentimental.
The two guards had split up; one had hastily closed the door and locked it while the other pulled out a couple of unusual guns out from under the Principle's desk. The three young monsters' fear had grown more apparent by the minute. Randall heard a click of a gun. He swerved round but before he could get out the way he felt a slight prick in one of his arms.
As he turned to look at the other two he found that they were slumped on the floor. He would soon be joining them. As he fell onto the wooden floor with a muffled thump everything went black and dizziness blocked out the remaining thoughts in his head. An aching pain spread around him and numbness overshadowed him.
He really wasn't having a good birthday.
Chapter 9- Trapped
Randall reluctantly opened his eyes to find that he was tied up and gagged in the most uncomfortable way possible. He took a sideways look at his two enemies who had also been wrapped up like a pair of cheap birthday presents. As he put as much effort as he possibly could into turning his head around the cogs that formed his mind started to spin.
They were in a van.
"Great," Randall thought, another sarcastic comment coming into his mind. "This is going to be fun." Randall shuffled around trying to face Mike and Sulley. Maybe they had an idea of how to get out of this situation. For five minutes Randall struggled. By the time he could see them both properly he was out of breath. And the gag didn't help. The lizard-monster closed his eyes in fatigue and remained motionless until he had gathered up enough strength. Then he heard a muffled "Mmmm."
He looked up, figuring out that the distorted sounds were coming from Sulley. The furry monster shook his head towards Mike. The Cyclops was out cold. Sulley was starting to look worried as an air of panic started to rise.
But Randall remained calm, or, to be more precise, as calm as he could. He was still in a state of shock that the previous news had brought him but he made a decision to push all his unwanted thoughts into a dusty little corner at the back of his mind so he could concentrate at the situation at hand.
Randall squinted in hard, pure thought.
After a bit of conferring with himself he began to wiggle to the end of the van where there were some dirty brown windows that looked like they hadn't been cleaned in decades. He might as well find out where they were. Once the second period of struggle was over he peeked out the window.
By that time Sulley had cottoned on and was smiling. Or the results of trying to smile with a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth. Randall surveyed the scenery. He didn't immediately recognise where they were but he vaguely remembered it from somewhere. It nibbled at his mind like a mouse nibbling at a giant segment of blue cheese and it wouldn't stop.
Determined to match the location with a name, Randall looked at every signpost that sailed by the van. He heard a thump in the background.
"Must be Wazowski waking up," he thought momentarily, but then his mind went back to working out where they were.
Another signpost whizzed by, stating "Monsters, Inc. Road."
"Monsters, Inc.!" Randall exclaimed, but the gag blotted out the emotion in his voice.
Randall had loved Monsters, Inc. ever since he found out what it was. He had always dreamed of being a Scarer. Everything about the job appealed to him; being able to work for the most widely-known monster in the whole of Monstropolis, Harold N. Waternoose; knowing that he was helping thousands of monsters all around the world; and, what seemed the most tempting to him, getting the respect and recognition every Scarer received. Oh, for so many years he had dreamed about becoming one of them!
His heart raced as the van came to a stop in the vast car-park in front of the factory.
Now, when he was on the doorstep of the place that had been featured in so many of his dreams, he realized how little he knew about the place.
Randall leaned on the door. A joyful smile spread across his face. Sure, they were bound and gagged and about to meet their doom, but actually going inside Monsters, Inc.? It was all worth it.
Chapter 10- Thoughts Ever since Randall was born his parents had always been horrible to him and endlessly compared him with his sister, who also hated this treatment. His brother, on the other hand, had relished seeing Randall being put down. His parent's favourite phrase was "You will NEVER amount to anything," to which Randall had always wanted to prove wrong. But he had a lot to live up to.
He father had previously been a Scarer and a good one at that as he had set the infamous All-Time Scare Record.
When his mother and father died when he was six, Randall was affected greatly and his urge to become a Scarer grew even more. He wanted his parents to be proud of him, even though they were constantly putting his already low self-esteem into new depths.
But he didn't want to be a Scarer just to prove his deceased parents wrong. Maybe, if he became a Scarer, he would be truly happy for the first time in his life. The van door opened and Randall, who had been leaning on it, fell out and onto the hard pavement below. One of the two large monsters who had greeted them with such politeness grabbed Randall by the neck and body and lifted him high into the air while performing a disgusting grin that showed off all his glinting gold teeth. Randall heard some grunts as his other two companions protested against the rough grip of the other monster.
The front door of the van unlocked and the Head-master, who was being carried by a green seven-eyed monster, was brought out into the sunlight.
"Come on, boys!" he shouted with immense effort, but, unlike before when his voice was a cumbersome roar, all they could hear was a faint squeak. Obviously the two henchmen heard him as they were taken round to the side of the building through an almost invisible back door that was surrounded by discarded cardboard boxes.
As they were shoved through the door, Randall couldn't help but let out a little squeal of excitement. Sulley and Mike looked at him as though he were crazy, but before Randall could try and explain, they were pushed through a dark damp corridor and down some worn steps to what seemed like a recreation of a medieval dungeon.
