Chapter 26- Cooking Crab
Mike lifted himself up off the floor, mumbled some gobbledegook and held his head between his hands trying to make sense of everything that was going on. One word drifted into his mind.
"Waternoose! Where is he?" Mike asked himself, scanning the room for any signs of a crab, but he couldn't find a single thing. The reason of that was because Waternoose was right behind him.
Waternoose had several advantages over Mike, one of them being the spanner held securely in his hand. Mike turned around to continue his search but it had already ended. Waternoose held the spanner high in the air ready to strike. But a noise from behind him prohibited him.
"Mike, look out!" Sulley called creating the perfect distraction. Waternoose turned around and didn't find anything. Using his (occasionally) quick mind, Sulley had zipped back round behind the machine. Once again ready, turned back around to find his victim had vanished.
Mike stood up behind the crab having efficiently crawled beneath him. He grabbed a Scream Canister that had seemed to have been modified and tried to muster up the strength to lift it, but it was much too heavy. Not comprehending what was going on, Waternoose had heard the sound of Mike's efforts and flew back around to face him. Mike was nearly there but what he really needed was a helping hand from a dedicated (and at least reasonably strong) friend.
And it came.
"Let me help you, buddy." Sulley came out from behind the inactive machine, ran full throttle at Mike and lifted the Scream Canister without concern. Waternoose did not expect this and backed away from the new force that would surely be his downfall.
Sulley looked down at Mike.
"What did you want to do with this?" He held up the empty canister. Mike chuckled.
"Umm.Maybe throw it at him. Knock him out or something. Heh."
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Sulley dropped the canister with ease and strode up to Waternoose who was backing away into a corner. Sulley punched him with twice the force he had ever burdened Randall with. The crab flopped against the wall. He was knocked out. Mike galloped up to Sulley.
"Good one, Sul! That was great! You should have seen his face from where I was stan-" Sulley quietened his excited little friend.
"Not now, Mike. Later. We have things to do." The henchman that had been standing in the shadows and watching in complete amazement had now come to his senses and was advancing upon the best friends.
Chapter 27- Free At Last
All the while this was happening, Marie had been uncomfortably strapped in the chair observing the goings on. It was like a soap opera. Everyone was fighting and having unnecessary battles and she was powerless to stop it. She wriggled around in her chair, trying to get free but to no avail. She was just wasting her already faltering strength.
When the three of them had first made their grand entrance, she had been gob-smacked. Marie didn't expect anyone to save her; she had thought Randall had left her for good. Now she thought about it that was the stupidest thing to think. Randall would never leave her; she knew that and this was just more evidence for a case already proven.
Joy had taken away all her sorrows and when she saw Randall a new kind of determination had erupted in the deep confines of her soul. But now all he was doing was fighting Cy. It was as though everyone had forgotten her. And they had.
Until Sulley realized that the whole point of doing this in the first place was to free Marie, and they hadn't yet completed the mission objective. While he warded off the protruding henchman, he told Mike to free Marie as quickly as possible; he was sire that he could handle the henchman without any help.
"OK, bud!" Mike called back before skidding to a stop at Marie.
"Finally."
"Sorry about the delay," Mike babbled, "but we've been kinda busy getting rid of Waternoose and his henchman."
"OK, OK, I get the point," Marie said in an annoyed tone even though she was really pleased that somebody had remembered her. Mike pulled at the piece of metal that bound her but it wouldn't budge. He did a quick sweep of the room to find something that would somehow get Marie free when it hit him like a car running over a wandering rabbit.
"The control panel!" He jogged over towards it, slid to a stop on the slippery floor and looked down at the buttons. Which one?
"Umm.this one! No.this one! No.oh for crying out loud, haven't any of these guys heard of labels!?" He pressed a button in a vague attempt to eliminate the number of options down to one or two. It started the machine.
"NO, not THAT one!" He pressed the button again in panic but was thankful when the machine died down.
"OK.OK.this one." He pushed a bright green one for a good reason: it looked pretty. He put his hand over his eye and repeated some words of comfort to himself.
"Please be this one, please be this one, please be." He stopped when a little screeching noise started and then stopped as hastily as it had come. Parting his fingers he peeked at the sit to see if it had worked.
It had! The bar had folded away. But where was Marie?
"Boo!" Marie popped up in front of Mike scaring the living daylights out of him.
"Ahh!" Mike yelled as he scooted as far away from Marie as he could. She laughed openly, a beautiful smile spread across her face. Sulley ran towards the pair of them having dealt with the henchman. Mike began to complain.
"Did you see what she just did? Did you see that? She's worse than her brother!" Marie giggled.
"Well, I am pretty bad," She admitted, "but not as bad as Randall!" Mike shook his head.
"Why me?" he asked the ceiling. "Anyways Sul, did you get rid of him?"
"Yep. Easy. He won't be coming after us, that's for sure."
"Great. Now all we've got to do is stop World War Three over there and then get out of here." Marie stepped forward.
"Leave that to me."
Chapter 28- Sibling Rivalry
While Marie was being freed, World War Three, as Mike had called it, was at its peak of mass destruction. Randall made sounds of pain as Cyrus crudely picked him up off the floor and slammed him against a cylinder-shaped pillar which supported the ceiling of the room. Shock spread around him as his front was pushed against the ice-cold stone. Cyrus snatched one of Randall's arms and roughly bent it behind his back, putting so much pressure on it that it would soon crack.
Randall couldn't breathe; everything was happening too fast.
But he was very intelligent, and so with some quick, decisive thinking he constructed his plan of action: do whatever you can to stop Cy from hurting you. At the time it was very impressive to even be able to think of anything at all, let alone construct a plan, even if it was somewhat primitive.
Randall relaxed a bit; it would make Cyrus think he had given up when what he would really do is return bigger and better than ever. Cyrus leaned into Randall's face.
"Enjoying this, little bro?" Randall groaned making Cyrus laugh.
"I thought not." Randall disregarded Cyrus' words and took the opportunity created by dialogue to try and turn the tables. Out of the blue, using his three remaining hands, Randall pushed himself off the pillar with as much strength and will-power he could gather. Cyrus was caught unawares and, for a split second, eased his grip on Randall. Another brilliant opportunity occurred, and Randall had noticed it. He snatched it as though it were a million pound diamond.
Bringing his injured arm back to his side, Randall turned around and leapt on top of Cyrus, trying to strangle him. A tool box knocked off its makeshift shelf clattered to the floor, its contents spilling out over the ground. Strangling Cyrus didn't work as well as it should have; the arm that Cyrus nearly broke was now incredibly weak, so to strangle someone with it would be impossible.
Cyrus, using his lower arms, grabbed Randall around the middle and threw him to the ground. Randall landed on his back with a thump, suffering badly from the all the pain that his untrustworthy had inflicted on him. He tried to get up but he was too tired to move.
But Cyrus wasn't.
Randall's older brother rolled himself to his front and lifted himself off the ground. He hobbled over to Randall, his right leg sore after a kick that Randall had cleverly timed. Picking up his sibling by the neck, Cyrus growled from deep within his throat.
"You've been the cause of a lot of pain for me, Randall. Now, all the suffering is going to end, along with your life."
Randall winced as the grip on his throat became tighter. He was fighting a losing battle. Cyrus flung him on the ground like yesterday's garbage and scooped down to pick up a component of his tool box.
It was a screwdriver.
Randall tried with all his might to get on all eights but he was in agony. He lay on the floor, eyes closed and quivering slightly; he was really beginning to get frightened of what Cyrus would do to him. Momentary sparks of the past circled his mind; phrases that he had always remembered and that he had learnt from. Something that Marie had once said to him stuck in his mind and repeated itself like a frozen record.
"Never give up."
Randall had always believed in that, but what about a situation that you had no choice about except to give up? Randall's conscience came into play.
"There is no such thing," it old him confidently. "Not even now."
Randall blearily opened his eyes while a brand new feeling took over the controls of his heart.
He had new hope.
Somehow, he managed to find and collect enough strength to rise himself to his four feet and face Cyrus. Cyrus progressed towards Randall, nearly 100% sure that he was going to win this ongoing war. He slyly hid the screwdriver behind his back; he didn't want Randall predicting his moves.
Teeth bared and snarling, he dived on top of the shaken royal-purple lizard monster and sharply knocked Randall's head against the wall making him cry out in vain. Everything seemed out of focus and blurred to Randall and the only thing he knew at that time was pain. Cyrus, with a crazed look upon his face, took his hand out from behind his back and revealed the glinting screwdriver.
"For the first time in your life, you know what it's like to be me," he said menacingly. "What it's like to be in trouble and have no-one to turn to. To be completely alone. Well, now it's all over. I'm going to become rich and famous, and you," he grinned sinisterly, "you are not going to live another day to see it."
He raised the weapon as high as his short arm would allow him and was about to launch an attack when something that wasn't part of Cyrus' plan happened. Somebody tugged the screwdriver, trying to force it out of his hand, and a feminine voice spoke.
"You're wrong, Cy. So very wrong."
Mike lifted himself up off the floor, mumbled some gobbledegook and held his head between his hands trying to make sense of everything that was going on. One word drifted into his mind.
"Waternoose! Where is he?" Mike asked himself, scanning the room for any signs of a crab, but he couldn't find a single thing. The reason of that was because Waternoose was right behind him.
Waternoose had several advantages over Mike, one of them being the spanner held securely in his hand. Mike turned around to continue his search but it had already ended. Waternoose held the spanner high in the air ready to strike. But a noise from behind him prohibited him.
"Mike, look out!" Sulley called creating the perfect distraction. Waternoose turned around and didn't find anything. Using his (occasionally) quick mind, Sulley had zipped back round behind the machine. Once again ready, turned back around to find his victim had vanished.
Mike stood up behind the crab having efficiently crawled beneath him. He grabbed a Scream Canister that had seemed to have been modified and tried to muster up the strength to lift it, but it was much too heavy. Not comprehending what was going on, Waternoose had heard the sound of Mike's efforts and flew back around to face him. Mike was nearly there but what he really needed was a helping hand from a dedicated (and at least reasonably strong) friend.
And it came.
"Let me help you, buddy." Sulley came out from behind the inactive machine, ran full throttle at Mike and lifted the Scream Canister without concern. Waternoose did not expect this and backed away from the new force that would surely be his downfall.
Sulley looked down at Mike.
"What did you want to do with this?" He held up the empty canister. Mike chuckled.
"Umm.Maybe throw it at him. Knock him out or something. Heh."
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Sulley dropped the canister with ease and strode up to Waternoose who was backing away into a corner. Sulley punched him with twice the force he had ever burdened Randall with. The crab flopped against the wall. He was knocked out. Mike galloped up to Sulley.
"Good one, Sul! That was great! You should have seen his face from where I was stan-" Sulley quietened his excited little friend.
"Not now, Mike. Later. We have things to do." The henchman that had been standing in the shadows and watching in complete amazement had now come to his senses and was advancing upon the best friends.
Chapter 27- Free At Last
All the while this was happening, Marie had been uncomfortably strapped in the chair observing the goings on. It was like a soap opera. Everyone was fighting and having unnecessary battles and she was powerless to stop it. She wriggled around in her chair, trying to get free but to no avail. She was just wasting her already faltering strength.
When the three of them had first made their grand entrance, she had been gob-smacked. Marie didn't expect anyone to save her; she had thought Randall had left her for good. Now she thought about it that was the stupidest thing to think. Randall would never leave her; she knew that and this was just more evidence for a case already proven.
Joy had taken away all her sorrows and when she saw Randall a new kind of determination had erupted in the deep confines of her soul. But now all he was doing was fighting Cy. It was as though everyone had forgotten her. And they had.
Until Sulley realized that the whole point of doing this in the first place was to free Marie, and they hadn't yet completed the mission objective. While he warded off the protruding henchman, he told Mike to free Marie as quickly as possible; he was sire that he could handle the henchman without any help.
"OK, bud!" Mike called back before skidding to a stop at Marie.
"Finally."
"Sorry about the delay," Mike babbled, "but we've been kinda busy getting rid of Waternoose and his henchman."
"OK, OK, I get the point," Marie said in an annoyed tone even though she was really pleased that somebody had remembered her. Mike pulled at the piece of metal that bound her but it wouldn't budge. He did a quick sweep of the room to find something that would somehow get Marie free when it hit him like a car running over a wandering rabbit.
"The control panel!" He jogged over towards it, slid to a stop on the slippery floor and looked down at the buttons. Which one?
"Umm.this one! No.this one! No.oh for crying out loud, haven't any of these guys heard of labels!?" He pressed a button in a vague attempt to eliminate the number of options down to one or two. It started the machine.
"NO, not THAT one!" He pressed the button again in panic but was thankful when the machine died down.
"OK.OK.this one." He pushed a bright green one for a good reason: it looked pretty. He put his hand over his eye and repeated some words of comfort to himself.
"Please be this one, please be this one, please be." He stopped when a little screeching noise started and then stopped as hastily as it had come. Parting his fingers he peeked at the sit to see if it had worked.
It had! The bar had folded away. But where was Marie?
"Boo!" Marie popped up in front of Mike scaring the living daylights out of him.
"Ahh!" Mike yelled as he scooted as far away from Marie as he could. She laughed openly, a beautiful smile spread across her face. Sulley ran towards the pair of them having dealt with the henchman. Mike began to complain.
"Did you see what she just did? Did you see that? She's worse than her brother!" Marie giggled.
"Well, I am pretty bad," She admitted, "but not as bad as Randall!" Mike shook his head.
"Why me?" he asked the ceiling. "Anyways Sul, did you get rid of him?"
"Yep. Easy. He won't be coming after us, that's for sure."
"Great. Now all we've got to do is stop World War Three over there and then get out of here." Marie stepped forward.
"Leave that to me."
Chapter 28- Sibling Rivalry
While Marie was being freed, World War Three, as Mike had called it, was at its peak of mass destruction. Randall made sounds of pain as Cyrus crudely picked him up off the floor and slammed him against a cylinder-shaped pillar which supported the ceiling of the room. Shock spread around him as his front was pushed against the ice-cold stone. Cyrus snatched one of Randall's arms and roughly bent it behind his back, putting so much pressure on it that it would soon crack.
Randall couldn't breathe; everything was happening too fast.
But he was very intelligent, and so with some quick, decisive thinking he constructed his plan of action: do whatever you can to stop Cy from hurting you. At the time it was very impressive to even be able to think of anything at all, let alone construct a plan, even if it was somewhat primitive.
Randall relaxed a bit; it would make Cyrus think he had given up when what he would really do is return bigger and better than ever. Cyrus leaned into Randall's face.
"Enjoying this, little bro?" Randall groaned making Cyrus laugh.
"I thought not." Randall disregarded Cyrus' words and took the opportunity created by dialogue to try and turn the tables. Out of the blue, using his three remaining hands, Randall pushed himself off the pillar with as much strength and will-power he could gather. Cyrus was caught unawares and, for a split second, eased his grip on Randall. Another brilliant opportunity occurred, and Randall had noticed it. He snatched it as though it were a million pound diamond.
Bringing his injured arm back to his side, Randall turned around and leapt on top of Cyrus, trying to strangle him. A tool box knocked off its makeshift shelf clattered to the floor, its contents spilling out over the ground. Strangling Cyrus didn't work as well as it should have; the arm that Cyrus nearly broke was now incredibly weak, so to strangle someone with it would be impossible.
Cyrus, using his lower arms, grabbed Randall around the middle and threw him to the ground. Randall landed on his back with a thump, suffering badly from the all the pain that his untrustworthy had inflicted on him. He tried to get up but he was too tired to move.
But Cyrus wasn't.
Randall's older brother rolled himself to his front and lifted himself off the ground. He hobbled over to Randall, his right leg sore after a kick that Randall had cleverly timed. Picking up his sibling by the neck, Cyrus growled from deep within his throat.
"You've been the cause of a lot of pain for me, Randall. Now, all the suffering is going to end, along with your life."
Randall winced as the grip on his throat became tighter. He was fighting a losing battle. Cyrus flung him on the ground like yesterday's garbage and scooped down to pick up a component of his tool box.
It was a screwdriver.
Randall tried with all his might to get on all eights but he was in agony. He lay on the floor, eyes closed and quivering slightly; he was really beginning to get frightened of what Cyrus would do to him. Momentary sparks of the past circled his mind; phrases that he had always remembered and that he had learnt from. Something that Marie had once said to him stuck in his mind and repeated itself like a frozen record.
"Never give up."
Randall had always believed in that, but what about a situation that you had no choice about except to give up? Randall's conscience came into play.
"There is no such thing," it old him confidently. "Not even now."
Randall blearily opened his eyes while a brand new feeling took over the controls of his heart.
He had new hope.
Somehow, he managed to find and collect enough strength to rise himself to his four feet and face Cyrus. Cyrus progressed towards Randall, nearly 100% sure that he was going to win this ongoing war. He slyly hid the screwdriver behind his back; he didn't want Randall predicting his moves.
Teeth bared and snarling, he dived on top of the shaken royal-purple lizard monster and sharply knocked Randall's head against the wall making him cry out in vain. Everything seemed out of focus and blurred to Randall and the only thing he knew at that time was pain. Cyrus, with a crazed look upon his face, took his hand out from behind his back and revealed the glinting screwdriver.
"For the first time in your life, you know what it's like to be me," he said menacingly. "What it's like to be in trouble and have no-one to turn to. To be completely alone. Well, now it's all over. I'm going to become rich and famous, and you," he grinned sinisterly, "you are not going to live another day to see it."
He raised the weapon as high as his short arm would allow him and was about to launch an attack when something that wasn't part of Cyrus' plan happened. Somebody tugged the screwdriver, trying to force it out of his hand, and a feminine voice spoke.
"You're wrong, Cy. So very wrong."
