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Chapter Fourteen: Things Happen
"Well I think it's done." Randall said drying the grease and oil from the machine off his hands.
"Yeah, now all we have to do is get a kid right?" Slike asked.
"I guess."
"Randall this isn't right, I mean this is kidnapping. Its wrong." Slike said looking up at him.
"I know it is but, there's nothing I can do about it, Waternoose will do something bad if I don't do this for him." Slike looked down and sighed. He wasn't going to tell her just what Waternoose had sworn to do if he didn't complete this for him, knowing Slike it would drive her up a wall. Randall felt his fronds lie back slightly as he thought about what he was just about to do. "Sye, we'll take the kid home as soon as the test is over. You take the key and get the door, then come back and get the extractor ready, I'll get the kid." She nodded and went to get the door they needed.
Randall watched her for a second then turned and left the room. Waiting until she came back he took one of the carts containing the trick scream tanks that were really a box or container for something. He began to push the cart down the hall quietly. Even though no one was there, he wanted to be sure no late working janitor heard him. As he reached the scream floor, he poked his head through the door to make sure no one was there. Seeing no one, he pushed the door open farther, getting the cart through just before it closed.
Before he went inside the room he camouflaged himself. Inside there was no little girl. Pondering where she might have gone he shut the door and began to push the cart away. Suddenly he sneezed. He had bumped into a shelf, causing a box of crayons to fall on him while inside the kid's room. He was allergic to kid's crayons for some reason. Shrugging Randall left to get back to the factory basement.
"So, where's the kid?" Asked Slike looking at him as he came back without a test subject.
"Wasn't in the room." Randall replied pulling the cover over the machine. "We'll try again tomorrow. Want me to walk you home?"
"I guess so."
Now to get to Slike's house from the factory you had pass in front of HARRYHAUSEN'S . As they passed by it, Slike and Randall both heard a very large commotion. Glancing at each other they turned to look at the building. All of a sudden the doors burst open and monsters began pouring out, most of them screaming about a kid.
"Now would be a good time to leave." Slike commented backing up as CDA members began to arrive.
"Yeah, good idea." Randall agreed. They both turned and quickly walked away. As soon as they were maybe a hundred feet away from the building, a giant greenish aqua dome came up, decontamination.
"So a kid got out?" Slike asked looking away from the news she had been watching on the TV. Randall stopped his pacing to look at her. "You don't think.."
"That, that was the kid wasn't in her room? Yeah, I'm beginning to wonder. The door was out and operational, someone probably came opened the door to see if anyone was scaring and then the kid escaped."
"Er, Randall..." She said suddenly standing up. Randall came to see what she was looking at. On the TV was a picture of the kid, the one they were after.
"Uh oh."
For the rest of the night, the searched half the city looking for the kid. But they couldn't find her anywhere. The next day at work was even stranger...
First his stupid assistant gave him a heart attack in the bath room, then kept blabbing on loudly about the kid 'they' we after. Strangely, Randall felt as though there was someone else in there besides the two of them. After checking around the lockers in the locker room, he left for the scare floor. But he was interrupted from getting there by Wazowski and Sullevin.
"What are you two doing?" He asked returning from spotted aqua blue and purple to his normal color.
"They're rehersing a play." Said a monster walking by.
"SHE'S OUT OF OUR HAAAAANDS-" Wazowski began singing in an opera like voice.
"Can it Wazowski!" Randall snapped not really wanted to listen to him, not now, not ever. Slowly he crossed both sets of top arms and finished. "What do you think of that kid getting out Sullevin? Pretty crazy huh?"
"Oh, yeah. crazy." Sullevin said.
"Word on the street is, the kids been traced back to this factory, you haven't seen anything, have you?"
"Well ah, um, I, ah." Sullevin stammered, giving Randall the idea he had.
"No way! But if it was an inside job," Wazowski paused and slipped his arm around Randall's shoulder. "I'd put my money on Waxford."
"Waxford?"
"Ya know, at station six, he's got them shifty eyes.." Thinking about this Randall, narrowed his eyes and started forward.
"Hey Waxford!" Then he began interrogating Waxford when Wazowski and his girlfriend, Celia, began to have a fight. That was when he heard the word sushi. Looking up he watched as Wazowski kept glancing up at him, then silencing her with a kiss. Looking down at the newspaper in his hands, he tilted it and in the background saw, Wazowski.
"Wazowski!" He growled glaring up at him to see the olive had ran off. But boy did he track him down and tell him exactly what needed to be done. "Get the picture?" Olive boy whimpered in reply. Rolling his eyes, Randall dropped him as he ran off leaving him glaring after him.
"Jeeze, Ran, any longer and Wazowski might have," Slike stopped, appearing next to him, as she saw the satisfied smirk on his face. "What did you do?"
"Give me thirty minutes, and we will have the kid, and all of this will be cleared up. Get the machine ready and meet me back up on the scare floor as soon as possible, we've got a trap to set." Randall answered turning to look at her.
"Whatever." Slike shook her head and walked off to start the machine.
From inside the room Randall could hear Wazowski and Sullevin arguing behind the closet door. He camouflaged himself again and pulled the box he was going to trap the kid in farther up in the corner. Forced to keep his back to the closet door and the bed below him so he could stay up in the corner, he was going be his exceptional hearing to know when the kid was in the right position. The door opened and a few seconds later, the bed springs groaned. Swinging down he slammed the box lid shut, feeling movement inside he knew he had the kid. Closing the door with his tail, he put the extremely heavy crate in the trick scream canister cart and shut the lid. Sending the door away he began to push the cart out, when he heard a noise. Spinning around he quickly blended himself and searched the room. But before he could check everywhere the bell rang and he wanted to get out and get this over with soon.
Finally near the basement Slike opened the secret door for him watching behind him to make sure no one came. Then strangely she blended and shut the door behind him, quickly and silently. As he and fungus started to lift the kid out, he could hear the door open and close again, think it just her coming back in, he didn't do anything.
"Come on, come on, come on! While we're young here Fungus!" He said opening the cart and reaching in to pull out the box containing the kid. "Ugh, kid needs to take off a few pounds." He looked away from the box and glanced over Fungus' shoulder and saw Slike waving her arms. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her strangely. She was mouthing something but what he couldn't tell. He glanced down at the box then back up but to see she had gone. He and Fungus then opened the box, and threw... Wazowski into the chair?
"WAZOWSKI?!" Randall yelled. "Where is it ya little one eyed kritten?! (really supposed to be cretin but we all know how ran pronounces it)" Then Wazowski shot him back a sarcastic answer and asked him about cheating or something. This made him laugh, 'the chuckle'. He motioned to Fungus to lower the machine, everything was going great till it stopped.
Thanx guys for reviewing! Hope ya like! ^_^
Nox .
Chapter Fourteen: Things Happen
"Well I think it's done." Randall said drying the grease and oil from the machine off his hands.
"Yeah, now all we have to do is get a kid right?" Slike asked.
"I guess."
"Randall this isn't right, I mean this is kidnapping. Its wrong." Slike said looking up at him.
"I know it is but, there's nothing I can do about it, Waternoose will do something bad if I don't do this for him." Slike looked down and sighed. He wasn't going to tell her just what Waternoose had sworn to do if he didn't complete this for him, knowing Slike it would drive her up a wall. Randall felt his fronds lie back slightly as he thought about what he was just about to do. "Sye, we'll take the kid home as soon as the test is over. You take the key and get the door, then come back and get the extractor ready, I'll get the kid." She nodded and went to get the door they needed.
Randall watched her for a second then turned and left the room. Waiting until she came back he took one of the carts containing the trick scream tanks that were really a box or container for something. He began to push the cart down the hall quietly. Even though no one was there, he wanted to be sure no late working janitor heard him. As he reached the scream floor, he poked his head through the door to make sure no one was there. Seeing no one, he pushed the door open farther, getting the cart through just before it closed.
Before he went inside the room he camouflaged himself. Inside there was no little girl. Pondering where she might have gone he shut the door and began to push the cart away. Suddenly he sneezed. He had bumped into a shelf, causing a box of crayons to fall on him while inside the kid's room. He was allergic to kid's crayons for some reason. Shrugging Randall left to get back to the factory basement.
"So, where's the kid?" Asked Slike looking at him as he came back without a test subject.
"Wasn't in the room." Randall replied pulling the cover over the machine. "We'll try again tomorrow. Want me to walk you home?"
"I guess so."
Now to get to Slike's house from the factory you had pass in front of HARRYHAUSEN'S . As they passed by it, Slike and Randall both heard a very large commotion. Glancing at each other they turned to look at the building. All of a sudden the doors burst open and monsters began pouring out, most of them screaming about a kid.
"Now would be a good time to leave." Slike commented backing up as CDA members began to arrive.
"Yeah, good idea." Randall agreed. They both turned and quickly walked away. As soon as they were maybe a hundred feet away from the building, a giant greenish aqua dome came up, decontamination.
"So a kid got out?" Slike asked looking away from the news she had been watching on the TV. Randall stopped his pacing to look at her. "You don't think.."
"That, that was the kid wasn't in her room? Yeah, I'm beginning to wonder. The door was out and operational, someone probably came opened the door to see if anyone was scaring and then the kid escaped."
"Er, Randall..." She said suddenly standing up. Randall came to see what she was looking at. On the TV was a picture of the kid, the one they were after.
"Uh oh."
For the rest of the night, the searched half the city looking for the kid. But they couldn't find her anywhere. The next day at work was even stranger...
First his stupid assistant gave him a heart attack in the bath room, then kept blabbing on loudly about the kid 'they' we after. Strangely, Randall felt as though there was someone else in there besides the two of them. After checking around the lockers in the locker room, he left for the scare floor. But he was interrupted from getting there by Wazowski and Sullevin.
"What are you two doing?" He asked returning from spotted aqua blue and purple to his normal color.
"They're rehersing a play." Said a monster walking by.
"SHE'S OUT OF OUR HAAAAANDS-" Wazowski began singing in an opera like voice.
"Can it Wazowski!" Randall snapped not really wanted to listen to him, not now, not ever. Slowly he crossed both sets of top arms and finished. "What do you think of that kid getting out Sullevin? Pretty crazy huh?"
"Oh, yeah. crazy." Sullevin said.
"Word on the street is, the kids been traced back to this factory, you haven't seen anything, have you?"
"Well ah, um, I, ah." Sullevin stammered, giving Randall the idea he had.
"No way! But if it was an inside job," Wazowski paused and slipped his arm around Randall's shoulder. "I'd put my money on Waxford."
"Waxford?"
"Ya know, at station six, he's got them shifty eyes.." Thinking about this Randall, narrowed his eyes and started forward.
"Hey Waxford!" Then he began interrogating Waxford when Wazowski and his girlfriend, Celia, began to have a fight. That was when he heard the word sushi. Looking up he watched as Wazowski kept glancing up at him, then silencing her with a kiss. Looking down at the newspaper in his hands, he tilted it and in the background saw, Wazowski.
"Wazowski!" He growled glaring up at him to see the olive had ran off. But boy did he track him down and tell him exactly what needed to be done. "Get the picture?" Olive boy whimpered in reply. Rolling his eyes, Randall dropped him as he ran off leaving him glaring after him.
"Jeeze, Ran, any longer and Wazowski might have," Slike stopped, appearing next to him, as she saw the satisfied smirk on his face. "What did you do?"
"Give me thirty minutes, and we will have the kid, and all of this will be cleared up. Get the machine ready and meet me back up on the scare floor as soon as possible, we've got a trap to set." Randall answered turning to look at her.
"Whatever." Slike shook her head and walked off to start the machine.
From inside the room Randall could hear Wazowski and Sullevin arguing behind the closet door. He camouflaged himself again and pulled the box he was going to trap the kid in farther up in the corner. Forced to keep his back to the closet door and the bed below him so he could stay up in the corner, he was going be his exceptional hearing to know when the kid was in the right position. The door opened and a few seconds later, the bed springs groaned. Swinging down he slammed the box lid shut, feeling movement inside he knew he had the kid. Closing the door with his tail, he put the extremely heavy crate in the trick scream canister cart and shut the lid. Sending the door away he began to push the cart out, when he heard a noise. Spinning around he quickly blended himself and searched the room. But before he could check everywhere the bell rang and he wanted to get out and get this over with soon.
Finally near the basement Slike opened the secret door for him watching behind him to make sure no one came. Then strangely she blended and shut the door behind him, quickly and silently. As he and fungus started to lift the kid out, he could hear the door open and close again, think it just her coming back in, he didn't do anything.
"Come on, come on, come on! While we're young here Fungus!" He said opening the cart and reaching in to pull out the box containing the kid. "Ugh, kid needs to take off a few pounds." He looked away from the box and glanced over Fungus' shoulder and saw Slike waving her arms. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her strangely. She was mouthing something but what he couldn't tell. He glanced down at the box then back up but to see she had gone. He and Fungus then opened the box, and threw... Wazowski into the chair?
"WAZOWSKI?!" Randall yelled. "Where is it ya little one eyed kritten?! (really supposed to be cretin but we all know how ran pronounces it)" Then Wazowski shot him back a sarcastic answer and asked him about cheating or something. This made him laugh, 'the chuckle'. He motioned to Fungus to lower the machine, everything was going great till it stopped.
Thanx guys for reviewing! Hope ya like! ^_^
Nox .