Meanwhile, Sully was looking for Mike, to urge him to get his
paperwork finished on time. He had checked everywhere, all except the
toilets – and that was where he was heading for.
Once he was down there, he called for Mike: "Mike! Mike, where are you? You have paperwork to finish!" he waved it in the air - but there was still no reply, like the last thirty minutes. He walked further down, but as he was about to turn a corner, he saw something purplish slip round.
First he poked his head round the turn, but saw nothing there. So he waked on, stopping every now and then to see if Mike was anywhere behind him, but there was still no sign of him anywhere.
Suddenly, Sully bumped into something solid and hard, and the texture was rough and bumpy.
"Mike? Is that you?" Sully called At once, the shape showed itself. The thing Sully had bumped into was...Randall!
Randall was a lizard type monster, sneaky, very mean and crafty. The bad thing about Randall was that he could camouflage into anything, and you would never see him.
The last year, Sully and Mike had banished Randall through a door, and had smashed it to pieces, to get him out of the way and put "Boo" back where she had came from.
It had seemed impossible to get out from a broken door, but the more Sully thought about it, the more it made sense. Just because Randall's door was broken, it didn't mean all the other doors were. Sully let out a cry of surprise.
"Where did you come from?" Sully asked, looking at Randall as if he'd seen a ghost.
"I can see all your "scariness" is running low, Sullivan," Randall replied, his usual sneer secured firmly in place and reserved just for Sully. "And your knowledge, too. As well, I should have a list of around one hundred or so things that you and your "well run" company are running low on. One of them is "scream"."
"We don't collect "scream" any more, Randall," Said Sully proudly. We collect "laugh" now, and it's up to ten times more affective than your stupid – Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!!!!!"
While Sully was proudly talking away about "laugh", Randall had grabbed a sack, snuck up behind, camouflaged, and flung the sack over his head, before dragging him away ("Hey – Randall! Ever tasted some mouthwash lately? Your breath stinks – I can smell it from here!" Sully exclaimed,) to his secret hideout, ("Gosh, you weigh a ton!" Gasped Randall,) where he had been secretly living on his own for several months after he had come back from "banish land"- which had been in a family's camping truck; (he had followed them back home, and exited through their child's bedroom door). The paperwork left on the floor abandoned had a note on it, saying: TO MIKE – PLEASE FINISH – SULLY.
Once he was down there, he called for Mike: "Mike! Mike, where are you? You have paperwork to finish!" he waved it in the air - but there was still no reply, like the last thirty minutes. He walked further down, but as he was about to turn a corner, he saw something purplish slip round.
First he poked his head round the turn, but saw nothing there. So he waked on, stopping every now and then to see if Mike was anywhere behind him, but there was still no sign of him anywhere.
Suddenly, Sully bumped into something solid and hard, and the texture was rough and bumpy.
"Mike? Is that you?" Sully called At once, the shape showed itself. The thing Sully had bumped into was...Randall!
Randall was a lizard type monster, sneaky, very mean and crafty. The bad thing about Randall was that he could camouflage into anything, and you would never see him.
The last year, Sully and Mike had banished Randall through a door, and had smashed it to pieces, to get him out of the way and put "Boo" back where she had came from.
It had seemed impossible to get out from a broken door, but the more Sully thought about it, the more it made sense. Just because Randall's door was broken, it didn't mean all the other doors were. Sully let out a cry of surprise.
"Where did you come from?" Sully asked, looking at Randall as if he'd seen a ghost.
"I can see all your "scariness" is running low, Sullivan," Randall replied, his usual sneer secured firmly in place and reserved just for Sully. "And your knowledge, too. As well, I should have a list of around one hundred or so things that you and your "well run" company are running low on. One of them is "scream"."
"We don't collect "scream" any more, Randall," Said Sully proudly. We collect "laugh" now, and it's up to ten times more affective than your stupid – Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!!!!!"
While Sully was proudly talking away about "laugh", Randall had grabbed a sack, snuck up behind, camouflaged, and flung the sack over his head, before dragging him away ("Hey – Randall! Ever tasted some mouthwash lately? Your breath stinks – I can smell it from here!" Sully exclaimed,) to his secret hideout, ("Gosh, you weigh a ton!" Gasped Randall,) where he had been secretly living on his own for several months after he had come back from "banish land"- which had been in a family's camping truck; (he had followed them back home, and exited through their child's bedroom door). The paperwork left on the floor abandoned had a note on it, saying: TO MIKE – PLEASE FINISH – SULLY.