Okay, I know people are wondering when I'm going to hurry with the next chapter that has something to do with the story and see what has happened with the twins...but something amazing happened this morning!

So mom was working and what do I usually do on a Saturday morning? I go to swap meet. They got some Monsters University stuff if you look hard enough. And know what I found? A Little Mikey doll! Oh, my glob, it was a one in a million chance I had found one! And for two dollars! The guy at Frank and Son had one and was charging it for 100 dollars! And he raised it to ANOTHER hundred the next time I went there! I was just so happy that I just HAD to make this special chapter! It's short, and I guess we could call it 9.65, but it's for a special occasion. :)

Hope you'll be able to find the references in this one! :D

And hope you guys can still enjoy this! I just wanted to post one more thing before I go back to school on Monday! As promised, after 9.75, chapter 10 will answer all your questions. ;)

PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! ;D
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Celia watched sadly as her boyfriend's single eye laid on the carpet of his room. The moment Mike had called her she had been expecting the good news that the twins were fine and given a date to be released.

However, what she first heard on the phone had been a weak, trembling voice coming from Mike. And wrenching sobs and blubbers emerging from no other than Mrs. Carlton in the background. Even Celia's hair snakes had been stunned with terror from the receiver!

As soon as he informed her of the bad news, Celia immediately rushed from her alma mater to MU as fast as possible. She didn't care about missing lectures; they were boring anyway.

Her heart broke when she found her boyfriend lying on his bed, trying hard to read some Perfect Organization Skills book. Now here they were sitting atop his well-made sheets, having only exchanged few words since she arrived. It was devastating to hear that Terri and Terry had endured something so horrible while comatose, and what made it worse was the reaction of everyone of this beloved university.

She had caught a glimpse of a very infuriated Hardscrabble, followed by heartbroken students and Greek monsters who had just been hopeful as she was. And no doubt Mrs. Carlton was still crying, Celia having heard sniffles sifting through the barely closed door of her bedroom down the hall. The OK frat house itself was miserably silent, save for the sound of the TV in which Art, Squishy, and Sulley were sitting in front of while Don and Randall were in the kitchen thinking of what could be made for dinner.

And here Mike was by himself in his room, the former student moping over what had transpired earlier. She just wanted to reach over and embrace him, and never let go, but that would be invading too much personal space when her boyfriend was trying to gather his thoughts over earlier. But she could try and help him talk some more, because conversing was always good and took the mind off things and released the tension.

"Oh, Michael..." Celia sighed mournfully, resting a hand over the front of her Fear Tech jacket as she and her snakes watched him. "They'll be okay, I promise they will."

Her boyfriend raised his single toward hers, and the faintest of smiles spread across his handsome face as he slid his hand towards hers.

"Thanks, precious," he sighed, fingers wrapping around her palm. "It means a lot for you to come over here."

"Oh, of course, sweetie," she cooed softly. "I'm your girlfriend and I love you." She then bit her lip. "And it sounds really scary what you told me happened back there."

"Yeah..." he murmured. "Glob, Terry going through a breakdown...and while still in a coma!" He gulped at the thought, unable to imagine if their unconscious state could still feel pain. "I hope it won't just be one of them waking up..."

Celia trembled at the thought, her snakes especially shivering with trepidation. "Well, I think the best thing to do now is just pray they'll both wake up very soon."

"It would be a lot better if we could just see them," Mike muttered. "But our visitation today just bombed when all that happened, the doctors saying that seeing them wouldn't be a good idea." He claws formed into fists, his eye hardening down to the floor. "I mean, what's the bad idea in all this?"

Celia gulped, aware that when her boyfriend was angry, it was certainly frightening. Scarer or not. Still, she wished there was some way she could comfort him better, simply get him out of his funk.

Her eye darted toward his pillow, and her heart warmed at the sight of something small and fluffy resting against it.

It was Little Mikey, her boyfriend's beloved stuffed toy since childhood. Its brown-skinned cloth and tiny arms and legs, and that single blue eye and adorable, well-stitched smile. It simply sat there, waiting patiently for its owner to return to provide more hugs and cuddles. Such a loyal little friend who, no doubt, had been held to the heart when Mike came to his room after coming home from the hospital.

Mike showed no shame the first time he introduced her to his bedtime buddy, and Celia knew immediately how much the toy meant to him. She would roll her eye when he mentioned how those stupid ROR boys had often teased him about being a grown monster owning a doll, calling him too adorable for even Oozma Kappa.

Well, she wasn't the only monster who wanted to slam a poisonous urchin up where the sun don't shine. After all, a grown guy still in possession of a toy he had for many years was a bit different from a grown girl whose room was littered with plushes and various little stuffed toys. And Celia would know, her room had a few of these stacked on the shelves and on her bed.

With gentle hands, she reached toward Little Mikey and pulled the toy onto her lap, silently cooing at how its adorableness nearly equalled that of her boyfriend. She glanced over Mike, he laid his chin under one hand resting on his knee, still in thought.

"Michael," she spoke soothingly, slowly gaining his attention, "remember that story you told me about how you lost Little Mikey once on campus?"

His eye quickly wheeled toward her, and he couldn't help but allow a small smile to play on his lips, chuckling quietly. He shifted his form in her direction, hands on his lap as he folded his knees before glancing at his prized toy.

"Yeah," he laughed faintly, "that honestly had to be scarier than being trapped in the human world..."

"You have got to stop messing with me like that!"

Little Mikey continuously stared with that trademark blank slate expression, its little eye being peered at by a much larger one. Mike frowned in its direction, hands on his hips as it simply laid on his bed.

"I mean, seriously!" the former MU student cried, throwing his hands up as he began pacing the minuscule room.

He relieved that Sulley wasn't lying on his top bunk right now. He would just raise his eyes in question, wondering why the heck his best friend would be scolding something as pointless as a mere stuffed toy. Well, if the blue behemoth had something he treasured with all his heart and had nearly lost him, he might have done the same thing! But the only things that had claimed his heart were TV and pizza.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Mike chided, pointing a claw toward his face as he glared at Little Mikey. "Had Squishy's mom not found you under the couch, and glob knows why Art had placed you there in the first place..." he muttered under his breath, "but still, I'm not the careless one over here!"

Again, the doll just laid on the blanket, face eternally beaming up at its owner. Mike sighed, rubbing his head, questioning both his antics as well as his sanity.

"Oh, don't look at me like that!" he nearly bellowed.

He gasped in alarm when the door swung open and in came his best friend, lugging his backpack into the room. It didn't take Sulley a minute as he glanced from Mike to the doll on his bunk.

"What, did he ruin the tea party?" he joked before dropping his bag to the floor.

Mike's cheeks heated up. "Not funny, Sul! I almost lost him thanks to Art!"

Sulley snickered. "I hope you're not planning on bringing it to the party tonight."

"Of course not!" the green cyclops retorted. "Who brings a stuffed toy to a frat party?"

He fingers shook nervously, peering once more at Little Mikey.

"I mean, it's not like anything will happen if I leave him alone again..." he gulped. "And I nearly lost him four times this week..."

"You're being paranoid," Sulley sighed, rolling his eyes. "It's not like toys are going to just 'magically' come to life when you're not around and make some trouble."

Mikey laughed sarcastically. "Oh, yeah, like that's going to stick..."
~

Evening fell on the neighborhood as Mrs. Squibbles pushed the door open, right before basking in the cool breeze. Adorned in a coat and hat, keys laid in one hand while the other held her phone, checking the time.

"Come on, boys!" she called over her shoulder. "Roy's party is going to start soon! Did everyone grab the food and supplies?"

Behind her trudged her son and the twins, both carrying boxes of kitchen utensils for the JOX buffet table. Perfectly wrapped culinary recipes in foil and tupperware was cautiously carried, the only requirement before consuming would be to heat them up. Her fiancé Don followed with more food in tow, his future bride having made a feast to fill the bellies of not only her little Oozmas but all of the party monsters.

"Got everything!" Art hollered as he carried the juice boxes that would be later placed beside the Blort.

Sulley cracked his knuckles, content that he didn't have to think about work and just party continuously to the next morning. It felt liberating that despite expulsion he could still experience like a college student and mingle among his former classmates. Mike, however, treated their mailroom occupations like a classroom every single time...

Speaking of the one-eyed genius, he noticed that he hadn't emerged from their room yet. Mike was probably getting some CDs and other significant things ready for the party. Like books...Who even reads during a party?

"Yo, Mike!" Sulley called down the hallway. "Hey, buddy, you almost ready? Remember, we're first up against Zane Xao tonight! We need all the arms we got!"
~

The shorter monster had heard his best friend's voice echo through the closed door of their room, and he was not the least bit intimidated to challenge the King Kong of Ping Pong once more. Despite having been beaten every single time, Mike was sure that with Sulley they could take the multi-armed sports monster down. After all, the guy liked a challenge.

Slipping a camera into his sling bag, followed by a few how-to guides he just couldn't part without tonight. The bag wasn't heavy, so it wouldn't cause tension to his shoulder and waist. Smiling, he placed down the flap and hooked it around his circular body. Grabbing his OK cap, he proceeded to turn the knob when he halted in his attempts, his single-eyed gaze falling on his bed.

Little Mikey was positioned straight, it tiny, sausage-like arms and legs jutting out as if pleading to be held. The inanimate object seemed to have some invisible thread that linked between it and owner, and Mike could feel it suddenly wrap around his conscious once more.

He grunted before looking away, agonizing over the distinct feeling that it was practically begging to not be left alone. After all, Little Mikey had been nearly torn away from his now grown protector a number of times...

It all had to be paranoia, Mike was sure of it. The little thing had been gripping his mind like a claw for a while, mainly because he was scared out of his mind he could lose it forever. The image of a fiery trash furnace suddenly invaded his thoughts, and Mike felt himself quiver at the thought that one careless mistake could result in his beloved toy to be incinerated and never to be seen again...

He just couldn't lose Little Mikey. It meant more to him than just some mere child's memory. Heck, it held far more value than even that old MU cap he barely ever thought about now...

Having grasped the knob tightly during his pensiveness, Mike let out a deep sigh of defeat before wrenching his hand away. He turned his full body toward the stuffed toy, and he nervously tapped his fingers upon his thighs.

Well, maybe he could just keep it in the bag while the party was occurring...
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Mike held his bag close to his chest as Squishy's mother cautiously drove through the packed cul-de-sac of Frat Row. Monsters everywhere were enjoying the evening, allowing the music to blare from every source like stereo systems lying out on the lawn or the DJ mastering from the JOX house. Students chatted, flirted, and even debated with each other, bringing life to the most lit up area of the campus' evening. Mike smiled as one of the sorority girls, that EEK monster lady Brynn Larson, wave happily toward the van as she stood outside on the JOX's patio. A few familiar faces waved in their direction as well, among them especially George Sanderson.

The moment the car parked beside what appeared to be a Pizza Planet one right on the lawn, the family of Oozmas excitedly exited out, nearly dropping items to Mrs. Squibbles's use. Mike gripped his bag tighter as he slowly slid out of his seat, offering a wave to a few party-goers as Oozma Kappa officially made their presence known.

"Check it out, they're here!" Percy Boleslaw chuckled jovially, nudging Johnny Worthington of all monsters before pointed at the aforementioned group entering through the open doorway.

The ROR leader merely grumbled under his breath, grasping his cup so tightly his claws could have punctured the plastic. His expression only hardened as the green-sporting fraternity received various compliments and high-fives, followed by many girls who had begun flirting with the twins. Especially the older one.

He watched as Big Red led Mrs. Squibbles toward the JOX kitchen, no doubt her recipes would bring even more joy to the night. And barely any pizza slices would be touched once monsters received a whiff of her cooking. As the OK fraternity dispersed to mingle among their Greek neighbors and classmates, he noticed Mike Wazowski trudge in his direction, holding his sling bag rather closely.

The moment the green monster unintentionally stood in the Worthington heir's presence, he finally caught his gaze. He glared back.

"Wazowski," Johnny grunted.

"Worthington," Mike greeted bitterly, glancing away from him.

"How goes the mailroom job?" the ROR captain asked, venom dripping from his tone. "Must be hard for a cue-ball like you to get out of that mail chute."

He smirked maliciously, watching as the former student stiffened. However, Mike was not fazed for long as he gave Johnny a careful look.

"Pretty good," he responded quietly. "Hey, how goes dusting that empty spot in your trophy cabinet?"

The smile slowly faded as Johnny felt like his had been stabbed in the gut. He nearly dropped his drink as Mike presented him with a cold grin.

"Must be easier to clean since you don't have the Scare Games trophy to dust around, huh?" Mike gloated.

By now Johnny's expression morphed ferociously, grinding his teeth as he stared furiously at the confident shorter monster. Mike just gave him a mocking salute before passing him, humming happily to himself. As the Worthington heir seethed, he failed to notice Carla sidle beside him, having witnessed everything while she was getting herself punch.

"No offense, Johnny," she chuckled as she watched the dark cloud float over his horns, "but he got you good!"

Johnny's eyes shifted toward the EEK captain, mashing his teeth together as she was unable to stifle her giggles.

"Burn!" she bellowed. "Some of us are starting to call him 'Witty Wazowski'."

"Are you kidding me, Delgado?" Johnny growled, looking away.

"Well," she murmured innocently, "say if you guys were going to do a rap battle, he would own you in a heartbeat!"

He finally wheeled toward her playful gaze, the latter simply shrugging as she took a sip of her cup.

"These are one of those times I really hate you..." he grunted.
~

Mike placed his bag down on a nearby chair before lifting the flap and pulled the zipper. He mentally sighed in relief to see Little Mikey safe and unharmed. Lowering the flap a bit so no one would see it, he turned his attention toward the ping pong table. The King Kong of Ping Pong himself was merely basking with flamboyance, hardly intimidated by

the hulking appearance of Sulley. His best friend began to psyche himself, paddle in paw.

"Come on, Mike!" the blue monster called. "Let's own this guy!"

"If you must," Zane Xao sighed with a boastful smile, simply analyzing his own paddles. "I'll try and go easy on you two."

Sulley chortled. "Don't even try! If Mike can coach, he can sure paddle!"

The green cyclops smiled, unable to contain himself as he quickly grabbed his 'Perfect Ping Pong' book and his own personal paddle he bought from a recent swap meet outing. He didn't even bother to zip his bag, simply place the flap down over Little Mikey's head and leave it on the chair. No monster would even dare sit on this piece of furniture if they noticed a bag on it.

As the cheers of the crowd erupted while Mike and Sulley came face-to-face with their confident opponent, a few other monsters were playfully rough-housing each other. One guy was wrestling with another, both laughing as if they had too much Blort and sugar as they grappled and tried to put the other in a viselike grip.

The moment one of them had shoved the other against the chair, a loud thump emerged from the piece of furniture, the impact quite rough, especially from two beasts with quite some muscle. Mike's bag shifted a bit from that, before falling forward onto the seat's cushion.

With the zipper opened, Little Mikey fell to the floor. Tiny body flat on its back and single eye continuously staring upward, no monster even noticed its presence.

Not even Mike as he ushered Sulley to continue the technique they had tried in the OK's basement.

One monster who had was too focused on scarfing down his chips and salsa unintentionally kicked the stuffed toy away on his way out of the room. Little Mikey skidded across the wooden floors, basking in the sight of part monsters everywhere. The dim lights fell on it, loud music sifting through its stuffing and stitches while it just laid there. Its face met various feet, simply knocked around without even receiving a glance of question. Hardly anyone cared what he or she stepped on, because the floors were beginning to litter with garbage and empty Blort cans.

Brynn Larson and George Sanderson walked in its direction, the former giggling about some joke the latter made. Neither even noticed Little Mikey on the floor, simply enjoying each other's presence. And with that Brynn had kicked the doll right across the living room, where its trip was halted by a large foot.

The lonely toy could only lie there as a bulky hand reached down toward it. Not with severity or harshness, the doll was lifted carefully and tenderly.

And Little Mikey's single eye peered into two behind a pair of stylish black glasses.
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Back at the OK house...

The family could only watch as their green friend rapidly paced the living room back and forth, his feet trailing so much he could very well leave a hole in his place. After having called it a tie with the King Kong of Ping Pong, Mike had returned to his bag with a satisfied grin on his face.

However, it had morphed into an expression of horror the moment he had found his bag lying down and no face to greet him. The moment he realized his beloved toy was missing, he spent all of the party searching the JOX house. Sulley and his OK pals had aided him as well, while still remaining silent to their unsuspecting friends of Frat Row. The last thing Mike wanted was revealing to all his college friends that he still had a stuffed toy with him. He would never hear the end of it from Worthington!

However, from searching under the tables to looking over furniture to even daring to enter the rooms of the JOX monsters (Art's idea), Little Mikey was nowhere to be found.

It was Sulley who approached the terrified green monster as Mike wrapped his face in his hands, muttering quietly and on the verge of losing every ounce of his sanity. His best friend laid a gentle paw on him, gripping his shoulder firmly but calmly.

"Look, I don't know what that toy means so much to you," he told him, "but I promise we'll go looking for it tomorrow morning."

"We could ask the others if they seen it," Terri offered.

"Are you kidding?" Mike cried. "Oh, glob, if I ask them, what do you think they'll think of me?"

"Um, a Scaring coach with a softer center than most believe?" Art answered.

Before Mike could retort, it was Squishy's mom who laid a gentle hand on his cheek.

"Oh, honey," she cooed softly, "I'm sure Little Mikey is safe somewhere. We'll find him tomorrow, and we can do it without actually telling anyone." She smiled softly. "We can just ask something like if they had seen anything out of the ordinary last night or something."

Squishy leaned back against the couch. He had various toys and figures that meant so much to him. He would be pained if he were to lose any of them. But Mike's was something he was sure was of far more importance. And he couldn't cease his curiosity from showing as he waved toward Mike.

"Um, I have a question..." he asked before playing with his hands. "Why does it mean so much to you?"

His expression of panic fading, Mike gave his friends and family a sad, painful smile.

"I'll tell you," he began.
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Mike tried not to knock too loudly upon the door of the EEK sorority house. It was a Saturday and no doubt most monsters were sleeping in after partying hard last night. He fiddled with his fingers as he nervously looked down at the floor. His eye rose the moment the door swung open and there stood Carla Delgado, dressed in a purple nightgown that fell to her tentacle legs.

Mike's face heated up, looking the gorgeous sorority captain in the eye as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Mike?" Carla asked, peering down at him in confusion. "What is it?"

He gulped. "Um..."

The green monster nearly felt a panic attack lurch from within as the PNK captain Carrie Williams approached them and stood by Carla. With her leggings and skirt natural, all she wore was a white night shirt. Seemed the PNKs and EEKs decided to have a made-at-last-minute sleepover. She regarded Mike in question, sleep still overpowering her as she tried to stand up straight.

"Mike, we're tired," she moaned with a yawn, "party ended at like one, remember?" She sighed as she rubbed one of her three eyes. "What is it?"

"Well, uh..." he swallowed hard. "See, the thing is...I'm looking for my d-"

He stopped right there, and he bit his lip. Both girls stared at him, awaiting the rest of his sentence.

"Your what?" Carla asked.

Mike coughed lightly. "My d...my do...my d-d-d..."

He lisped out that last name, and he about turned as red as a ROR sweater as sweat began to form at the top of his head.

"My do...docket!" he finally finished, smiling anxiously. "My docket! Yeah, my docket! Have you girls seen it?"

Carrie raised her eyes, completely confused by this word that sounded so foreign to her ears.

"What's a docket?" she asked.

"It's a document that lists what's delivered," Carla explained without stutter. "Remembering that Mike works at MI's mailroom, I'm not surprised he had one." She turned to him. "You lost your docket?"

"Yeah!" he agreed through clenched teeth. "At the party..." He hands shook. "Or, you know, if you hadn't seen that, maybe you saw something else in particular?"

Carrie scratched her head. "Not really. I was too busy getting gossip with some other girls to notice anything."

Mike let out an exasperated breath. "Well, uh, thanks!"

Before either girl could say anything, he immediately turned on his heel and bolted down the stairs. Mike panted before turning toward the JOX house where Terri and Terry had just finished talking with an overly tired Big Red.

"Thanks anyway..." Terry muttered before he and his brother left his sight. They saw Mike and shrugged sadly.

Johnny, having woken up to grab some early breakfast in the kitchen, peered out his window to see no other than Oozma Kappa standing across from his house. He wondered if those guys were here to hand something out again, announce yet another special occasion that they just had to share with their Greek neighbors. Of course, what could be worse than that stupid ice cream gathering thing? He made his way toward the door, listening in on the conversation.

"Nobody seen Little Mikey!" the Mike cried, throwing his hands up. "Oh, my glob, this is AWFUL!"

Johnny raised an eyebrow, wondering who the heck 'Little Mikey' was. Did that green beachball get a dog or something? He watched as Squishy reached over and placed a hand on Mike's shoulder.

"I'm sure he's go to be around here," he assured him. "I mean, I can't think of any monster who would just steal your doll from you."

The Worthington heir's eyes widened, then a cold smirk played on his lips before he flung the door open. The OK group nearly jumped as he made his presence known.

"Seriously?" Johnny laughed aloud. "A doll? Mike Wazowski owns a doll?"

Mike's eye nearly dilated into nothingness, two fears having been met today. He could only stand there as Johnny pointed a mocking finger in his direction.

"Man, you really are adorable, Wazowski!" the ROR captain laughed.

The monsters they had just spoken to, all had overheard what Johnny had said. However, there was no pointing or laughing for the former student. Just sympathy and some heartbreak...not to mention even more hatred for the Worthington heir right now.

"So that's why Mike was so nervous," Carla muttered as she and Carrie watched from behind the EEK house's door. "Oh, poor guy! He must think we would have made fun of him for it..."

"And here's Johnny trying to find a way to tear into him yet again..." Carrie growled under her breath.

Mike fought the urge to just cry on the spot. He was not a little kid, despite owning a toy that had been his since birth. He glanced over at Terry, whose fists tightened and the desire to just pound the Worthington heir's face into a pulp evident. After all, he had been meaning to do it for some time now.

Just when Mike decided to just make a run for it, a gruff voice spoke out.

"Hey, Wazowski, is this yours?"

He turned around, and much to his, as well as everyone's shock, there laid Little Mikey...in the hands of Rosie Levin.

The HSS leader looked down at Mike, her pale face vibrant in the sun as the doll laid carefully in her large palms. Her face was not shrouded with that usual tough-as-nails expression, but rather a calm one whose eyes showed nothing but care.

Mike gasped before he reached over and quickly grabbed Little Mikey from her hands. He let out a trembling sigh before holding him close, the mere sight of him with his precious toy earning the awes and coos from a few sorority girls that watched in secret.

He then looked up at her. "But how...?"

Rosie shifted a bit. "Found him on the floor at the party last night. Took back to the house so he'd be safe." She nodded toward Mike. "He's a pretty neat little thing, Wazowski."

Mike could only stare up at her, mouth falling in an astounded smile. However, the moment was short-lived when Johnny continued laughing.

"Oh, this is too precious!" he guffawed. "Boy, I'd hate to be you right now, Wazowski! Owning something so babyish it's almost pathetic!"

However, his happy mood was cut short when he felt something grab the collar of his ROR robe. Next thing he knew, he was gazing into the piercing eyes of Rosie herself. Mike and the others watched in both fear and anticipation, and both he and Terry secretly hoped she would just kick him between the tail.

But Rosie just stared him down, watching his shocked expression deepen as her grip loosen.

"First of all, Worthington," she growled, "there is nothing pathetic about this! It's a family toy, very important, and there's nothing wrong with that!"

And she shoved him away, nearly making him fall onto his back as she nearly spat on his property. She left his sight without a second glance, trudging back to Mike and the rest of the astonished OK monsters.

"And I can relate," Rosie added, not too quiet for anyone to hear.

Mike watched her in amazement, the HSS captain merely shrugging before gesturing to Little Mikey.

"I own something my aunt gave me when I was four," she grunted. "A little stuffed bat that I keep in my bedroom."

"Wow..." Art muttered. "Talk about caring and sharing..."

Mike stroked Little Mikey's head. "Hey, Levin, that's pretty interesting. And it doesn't make me think of you any different." he added with a smile.

Rosie nodded. "Heck, George owns a stuffed bird his aunt gave him as well."

Both she and Mike then looked toward the JOX house, just in time to see the orange monster himself quickly duck behind the door while Big Red still stood there.

The HSS leader turned back to Mike. "Anyway, I suggest just keeping him at home, alright?"

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Mike laughed. "Anyway, thanks. Thanks a lot."

His heart nearly stopped the moment he looked at something that twitched at the corners of Rosie's lips.

Chet's jaw hit the floor, having gotten out of bed and found his leader on the front porch. By now everyone was astounded beyond belief.

"Dude, Johnny..." he gasped breathlessly. "Rosie Levin smiled." His eye widened almost maniacally. "Rosie Levin smiled!"

"No way!" Johnny cried. "Since when does she ever? Last time we thought she did, she said it was indigestion!"

Mike's chuckled nervously, deep down overwhelmed by something he never thought he would see. But he simply smiled back, nodding appreciatively.

"Say, since you guys are here," Rosie began, "how about having breakfast with us at the HSS house?"

"The HSS house?" Sulley repeated. "Your house?"

The anxiety in his tone was not foreign to her as Rosie just sighed.

"Darn those rumors..." she rolled her eyes. "Anyway, come on it. The girls sure would like to see you."

"So the HSS girls don't have a lot of visitors in their house," Mike chuckled. "Well, you can't blame them. Throwing a party in there and history of the HSS girls might as well be set back."

Celia just giggled as she cuddled Little Mikey close to her. "Still, that was so sweet of Rosie."

"Yeah, she was awesome," he laughed, "taking on Johnny like that and showing me Hookfang."

"Hookfang?" Celia asked.

"Her stuffed bat," he explained. He then smiled at her. "Hey, Celia, thanks again for coming over. I feel so much better now."

She just smiled, heart warmed to see her adorable boyfriend fine and well for the time being. She leaned over and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Of course, Googly-bear," she said sweetly. "Love you."

Mike smiled. "Love you too, Smusi-poo."
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The thing about Rosie's smile and the indigestion comment, that's actually all canon. I thank my good friend and fellow MU fan victortky for showing me these cards from the MU version of Monopoly. You can find the link of my profile to check it out! ;)