Randall's been bugging me about updating for him, so here it is. The chapter is small, but gives you a slight look at Randolph and Randall's brotherly relationship. Enjoy and review.

Chapter 9 To The Victor Goes the Spoils

After the praise from the team, Randall and Randolph started home.

Randall had his back lowered to a sort of slouching posture. He had all his hands behind his back, hitting the fact that he was gloating. When they stopped at a street light, Randolph looked over at him. He shook his head with a slight grin.

"Heh....look at you.....I've never seen somebody so full of himself...." he said. Randall's eye's peered over at him, a grin plastered on his face. :Why shouldn't I bee? I earned my pay and have found something to pass the time..." he said.

"You haven't won the M.H.L yet...." Randolph said. "Hmm...." Randall started, looking up. "I wonder how a pro hockey player would look on my record...." he thought out loud.

"Would be something...." Randall replied, starting the car again. "Even.....with that on your record, you don't need to worry about getting in....after all....we already passed training...." Randolph said. "Well....if the boss accepted you....I'll be in..." Randall said. "That's right...." his brother replied. "Maybe even better...." Randall snickered a whisper.

"What?" Randolph asked. "Heh....nothing..." Randall responded innocently.

Back at home...

Randall was on his bed, flipping through channels of his television. Randolph was in the bathroom, coating his scales. Randall kept flickering his eyes back to see if his brother had come out. After a few minutes, Randall turned his focus onto the set.

"What'cha doing bro?" Randall asked loudly. "Coating my scales!" he head him call back. Randall raised and eye brow.....that is if he had one. "With what?".

"That polish we got a week ago remember! Jack recommended it!" Randolph called back. Randall narrowed his eyes. "Why?".

"I've got another photo shoot for the company tomorrow.....You know its ending the month and I need my picture for Employee of the Month and we're letting in a few reports and media!" Randolph called over. "And you want to get dolled up why?" Randall asked again. "Well I am going to be on T.V. and in the newspapers....magazines...." his brother called back.

"Oh...impression...." Randall said, turning back to the set. No later had he, Randolph stepped out. "So how does it look?" he asked. Randall looked over at him.

Randall held back a smirk, and an unstoppable laugh at that. "What?" Randolph asked. "Did you....use the container with the blue label" Randall asked. "No....." Randolph replied, eyeing his little brother. "Oh......" Randall started. "Then you used the....medication gel...." Randall said.

Randolph looked down to see his body still covered in a glob of gel. "GAH! Why did you place them next to each other!?" Randall yelled, running into the bathroom with Randall releasing its second laugh stroke.

"Oh boy! Your a card Randolph!" Randall said, still laughing his scales off.

About an hour later, about 10:30, Randolph had finally finished drying off and coating himself. Randall was already watching a comedy show before Randolph stepped out. "Ok.....I used the right one this time.....". Randall looked up at him. Randolph was polished like an Oscar. His scales nearly reflected all the light in the room.

".....You look nearly the same...." Randall said. "Eh.....but I'd like to make the best impression on the papers.....especially now...." his brother said, rubbing his arms. "Ahh....its just a coat...luckily it won't mess up and lasts twenty-four hours....." Randolph said. "After all....I'm making the company proud too....me and Jack are the only workers who do a decent job..." Randolph said, smirking with Randall, who was nodding his head in agreement.

Randall looked up at him. He was currently on his stomach, his head near the T.V. He crossed his arms, both sets, and used his elbows to lift the top part of his body.

"You shouldn't push yourself so hard....." Randall said. "....I do because....well...I need to apply myself for......for my boss, the company...and well...." Randolph started, looking at Randall. Giving a grin, Randall got up so he could sit on his bed.

"Thanks Randolph...." he said. Randolph gave a questionable look, but knew what he meant, before sitting down beside him. "For what Randall?" he asked. "You know...."Randall started. "For taking care of me.....".

Randolph chuckled a grin up. "Heh....well...what do you expect?" he said with a laugh, placing an arm around Randall's neck and pulling his brother closer.

"Were brothers.....I take care of you....and...heh....you take care of me...." he said. Randall's eyes looked up seeing his brother look down at him.

"Heh....your right....you just...shouldn't push yourself so hard...I mean....I'm pulling in money too...." Randall said, a bit of a worried pace. "Ok ok.....if it'll make you feel better......I'll slow down.....give the others a chance to come close to catching up..." his brother said.

"Heh...nobody can match you bro...." Randall said. Randolph laughed heartfully. "Well....that is true....I'll break Fang's record yet" Randolph announced.

"Good for you.......if I don't break it first....." Randall said, a whisper at the end. By mistake, Randolph had heard.

"Beat me? Ha!! You think you can beat me?" Randolph said, dragging Randall under his head. "Hey! I can beat you! Just wait!" Randall responded. "Oh....ok....bet you can't" Randolph said. 'Alright! Its a bet!" Randall said.

"Good! And let me confirm that by rubbing it into your head!" Randolph smiled. With that, Randolph rubbed Randall's head fronds. "Hey!" Randall yelled, getting out from under Randolph and pouncing him onto the bed.

"Oh! So you wanna fight now?!'

"I won round one! Best out of two!"

"Oh yeah sure!"

"Come on!"

The two started their playful fight for at least a half an hour. After that, Randolph had won, assuring Randall he was only playing around with him. At around 11:00, the two went to bed in their rooms. Randolph waited for the photo shoot tomorrow and tried to remember what to say. Randall thought in his head about how lucky he was to have a brother.....and a brother like Randolph at that.....

A little childish of them perhaps, but the chapter does explain how they support each other, kinda of. Next chapter features the nagging reporters of Monsters Inc. Till then.