This day I had a dream, but it was due to André's mindset. In this dream, I dreamed that I was stuck in the body of André. Unlike what he actually was, he was depicted as an android: he was noseless, his eyes were smaller and were separate, his torso consisted of a cone and a sphere, he lacked the drawing of the bumblebee on his chest, his skin was paler, and he had a mechanical texture. When I got up, I learnt that I was in an area of the building where Pixar spent its first years as a Lucasfilm division.

I found a letter and opened it. The message was like this:

"Dear André,

I wrote this letter because we have programmed you and, yes, you work perfectly.

I created you because I wanted to direct a short film titled Android's Awake and, especially, to test 3D character animation. However, the CEO of the company we are employed has insisted that we should do it in live action in case he liked what we have programmed.

I hope you live this moment.

Sincerely,

Your creator"

I put the letter on the table and looked at the calendar as I blinked my beady eyes. The calendar stated that it was the year 1983, a year before the first short film of the then division was released. I walked so I could leave the area. When moving, I was slower than in reality because robots were like that when walking. When I wanted to comment on the characteristics of that robotic body, my voice sounded more synthetic, although I was still unable to talk. Halfway there, I found a blueprint of the android André was going to be. I kept walking and then I got out of the building. I strolled leisurely while exploring the exterior of the company, but a swarm of buff-tailed bumblebees stung me for no reason.

I woke up from the dream turned nightmare, still in André's body as I knew it. I was scared so I screamed while having disproportionate pupil sizes. When the size of the pupils of my eyes returned to their original size, I saw something better that was on top of my covered legs: Wally B.

He asked me to have breakfast with him. I accepted his proposal and we went to the kitchen. Unlike the previous days, we didn't see a trace of Mike or Sulley. Wally B. opened a drawer and took out the honey so he could have breakfast. He requested me to open the jar, so I did it. I filled the bowl with honey, but we ran out of honey so soon. Wally B. buzzed that we should collect more pollen and more honey without the need to go shopping. I quacked to him that it was a good idea and then I asked him if there was a garden on the balcony. Wally B. went to take a look on the balcony and denied that it had.

I took the bag that contained the marker and the whiteboard, and we went to Monsters, Inc. After we got there, we went to look for a door that makes us arrive at a place with plants. After a few minutes, we found a green door, I opened it and we came to a small building. When we left the building, we learnt that we were in a hill. We were looking at the landscape for a while and suddenly a plastic bag appeared and ran into my face. I took the plastic bag off my face and I looked at it uneasily. While it sounds annoying for a plastic product in the middle of a quiet moment, the plastic bag was useful enough to collect any seeds we would find.

We started a kind of agritourism where I was collecting seeds and plants while my bumblebee partner pollinated the flowers he found in his path. Wally B. found these following plants as he pollinated their flowers: six pairs of lavenders, one pair of small-leaved linden, four purple tansies, a common hollyhock and two eastern purple coneflowers. I had collected seeds of some of these aforementioned plants.

As I was collecting seeds while letting my partner to pollinate flowers, we learnt that this place had a fauna. All the arthropods from this hill appeared to be cartoonish versions of Antz characters. The insects from this hill were smaller than Wally B., with the exception of the rhinoceros beetles, which were as bigger as Wally B. There were no signs of human presence, but there were also birds in the hill. This was evidenced by the birdsongs, due to the fact that these were heard in the hill.

We could see the following arthropods that we had encountered on this trail: a blue drone ant, a ladybug, a walking stick, two pill bugs, a rhinoceros beetle, a black widow spider and an overweight caterpillar. One of these arthropods, the caterpillar, was the most striking of the inhabitants of the hill. As a result, his appearance brought back my memories of A Bug's Life despite the latter was considered the most underrated of the Pixar films if we excluded the short films.

"When are we going to reach our destination?" Heimlich, the caterpillar, asked to the gang. He spoke in a German accent.

"In a few minutes." Francis, the male ladybug, answered Heimlich.

As these A Bug's Life characters walked, Wally B. found another common hollyhock and he flew straight to this plant.

"What a big fat bumblebee!" Tuck, one of the pill bugs, exclaimed as Wally B. overflew the A Bug's Life characters.

"Weren't the bees of the Ant Island slightly taller than ants?" Slim inquired.

Wally B. landed on the flower's petals and began to pollinate it. Flik, the main character of the aforementioned animated film who is an ant, looked at the bee with detachable legs. Then he looked away from Wally B.

"Well, this one is more of an invasive species than a native one." Flik replied to Slim.

I wanted to get closer to Wally B. so as not to get lost, but I would have to keep in mind that he should go unnoticed by these arthropods. I thought of some way to avoid being spotted and I got the idea to hide in bushes. I hid in the bushes and went through them until I reached the place where Wally B. was. As a result, we allowed Flik and his gang to do stuff in their own way.

We kept exploring the so-called Ant Island as we resumed the harvest. By the time Wally B. pollinated one coneflower, we had found a colony of ants. Additionally, there was also a group of grasshoppers.

We could see a group of grasshoppers planning to do something cruel to the ants. I thought we should limit ourselves to watch what those insects do, but Wally B. ended up intervening in the zone where the domineering grasshoppers were. The bumblebee did so because it seemed that he sympathized with ants. Hymenopteran instinct, that was the behavior that a flying, furry insect (such as Wally B.) does with its slender, furless counterpart.

"Who the heck will stop us from making the ants to serve us? A wasp‽" Hopper yelled angrily. The last comment the head of the grasshopper gang had said offended Wally B.

The fat bumblebee did not hesitate to kick Hopper with the right front leg, turning this resentment into a skirmish. Hopper and other four grasshoppers aggressively huddled on top of Wally B. so they could immobilize and defeat him. In spite of this, Wally B. shook himself to get rid of these grasshoppers from his own body.

"Curse you!" Hopper yelled at Wally B.

All the grasshoppers, including the aforementioned leader and his brother Molt, left the place where the ant colony lived. As a result, Wally B. gained respect of many ants and these celebrated the grasshoppers' exile.

"What a pity that my plans to send Flik off and get rid of the grasshoppers are ruined…" Princess Atta whispered as she lamented it.

Wally B. flew back to where I was at this moment. I quacked to him that I had never seen a bee sympathizing at least one ant until this time. Then, Wally B. buzzed to me that he did it instinctively. Seeing that he was slightly overwhelmed, I petted the bumblebee's forehead as I smiled. I stopped caressing him and we resumed the (ecotouristic) hike.

We went to another place to let him rest from the skirmish against Hopper's army of grasshoppers, so that Wally B. could resume pollination. This place appeared to be an unruffled landscape, free of hostile arthropods and predators. The bumblebee collected pollen from these beautiful flowers as he searched for somewhere to rest. Then Wally B. decided to dig a hole that will serve as his second home, knowing that he liked this landscape. I sat in front of a tree and left the bag full of seeds. I watched my partner making the hole for himself.

Suddenly, a bird of prey appeared and attempted to attack Wally B., scaring Wally B. off in the process. The bird which was attacking Wally B. turned out to be a hungry honey buzzard. I couldn't stand idly because that situation was a matter of life and death, so I had to think what I should do as a result. Meanwhile, Wally B. flied in an anguished manner and the honey buzzard chased him with its beak open. An acorn fell off and came in contact with my round nose. Therefore, I had an idea.

The big bumblebee landed on the ground and the insectivorous bird did the same. It seemed that Wally B. had a fear of certain birds. The raptor spread its wings and screeched in order to prepare to hunt its prey. However, I threw the acorn to the honey buzzard and it focused its attention on me so it approached me. The bee took advantage of the distraction by hiding in a bush with many leaves. The bird aggressively stared at me and I stood still before I took action.

The first thing that occurred to me is to attack the honey buzzard, but then I dismissed it because I would end up getting wounds if I did that. The other option I had left was to use my hat. My intention was to toss the hat at the face of the honey buzzard. Nonetheless, the hat fell to the ground when I grasped it. This made me think of a better option. I stepped on my hat with my right foot, then I smiled and I looked elsewhere as if I was breaking the fourth wall. Confused, the honey buzzard left the place while unconscious about the bumblebee's hiding place.

Once the honey buzzard was gone for good, I went to grab the hat, which was apparently worn-out. Wally B. came out of his hiding and he approached me. I cleaned the dirt from the hat and I unfolded it as much as I could. The bumblebee rested its front paws on my legs while I put my cylindrical hat on top of my head. I looked at him and, seeing that he wanted himself to be with me, I grabbed the bumblebee and I caressed his abdomen with my right hand. Wally B. felt safe after the disappearance of the raptor that fed on hymenopterans and certain small vertebrates.

I picked up the bags I brought and we went back to the cabin. Once we got there, we opened the door and went out of that world. Initially I thought that we were going to continue the harvest once more, but Wally B. stated that he preferred a break. Although his emotions indicated that he was fine, practically he was slightly traumatized by the honey buzzard incident. I understood that he used irony through body language, but at that time he couldn't express his emotions exactly. I decided to empathize with Wally B., as I asked him what was wrong. The big bumblebee replied that he had a psychological trauma involving the aforementioned bird of prey and this trauma worsened his ornithophobia.

Then, I told Wally B. that not all birds eat bees. I went looking for a door and then I found a wooden one. I opened the door and let him in so I could prove that. Upon entering the site and closing the wooden door, it turned out that we had been transported to a cabin where anyone usually put their swimsuit. Despite this, there were no people in it by the time we had arrived there. After contemplating the interior of this cabin, we decided to leave it.

When stepping on the sand of a shining beach, the pressure of my sneakers' sole was different from that of a flip-flop. The atmosphere of this beach reminded me of another beach my parents, the pets that I have had throughout my life and I had gone to during the summer holidays. But the beach's sea was not the Mediterranean sea. I approached its dynamic waves as I took off my hat to prepare to wash it. However, I had to think twice before doing it, knowing that the sea water is just as salty as the ocean. Remembering what I had been told what would happen if something or someone came into contact with salt water, I decided not to "clean" my hat with the seawater.

How about Wally B.? This insect looked around himself, as he felt that it was his first time that he had gone to a beach. It was uncommon to see bees in beaches, compared to seeing them in places with many plants such as a forest. He used his sense of smell to find out if there are flowers in it. Nonetheless, it barely smelled of flowers, implying that it could be set in summer times.

Behind us, there was a group of sandpipers on the shore. The sandpipers were wading birds that dwelt in zones with shores. The flock is specifically composed of sanderlings, as their non-breeding plumage is similar to that of a common greenshank in winter, and their legs share the same color than their beak. At this moment, these sandpipers came closer to the shore when the waves receded and vice versa. I called Wally B. to see what the lifestyle of those birds looked like. Wally B. approached me and he unwillingly observed the sandpipers' life.

Two of them, a mother and her fledgling, woke up from a nap and the previous one taught it how to forage on the shore. Wally B. asked me what that mother had in her beak before she dropped it. I observed on the bird's beak, and it turns out that the female sandpiper had caught a clam that was the size of her beak. I quacked at him that she had a clam in her beak until the moment she dropped it to the ground. Within seconds, the fledgling learned that she was trying to change its habits. Therefore, it went to the same place as the agglomerations of sandpipers and tried to forage. After preying on a clam, the young sandpiper was distraught looking at the bubbles produced by hidden clams only to be drenched by a wave. This scene made me recall one of Pixar's short films, namely Piper.

By the time this wave receded, Piper the young sandpiper was so traumatized that her mother took her back to their nest. Wally B. told me that Piper's trauma reminded him of the incident involving the honey buzzard. When Piper's mother departed of the nest, the fledgling stood still in it. Nevertheless, Piper changed her mind when she noticed a group of hermit crabs digging into the sand. What these hermit crabs achieved by digging was finding deeper food, as well as keeping themselves from being buffeted by the tides of the sea. By natural selection, Piper took advantage of overcoming her insecurities by copying the hermit crabs' behavior. This made not only keep herself from being buffeted with aid of the tide, but also to hunt both clams that are as small as her beak and the bigger ones. The rest of the flock was impressed with Piper's adaptation regarding to the waves.

An amazed Wally B. asked me why there were birds that didn't eat insects. I, as a supporter of the evolutionary theory, stated that the reason was that the living beings had their genetic composition changed over successive generations, and this process was called "evolution." As my statement was well explained, this relieved the bumblebee and, as a result, Wally B. gratefully hugged me. If I didn't have my mind fused with that of André's, he wouldn't know how to explain it, as nobody knew André's opinion on the evolutionary theory.

We left the beach where the flock of sandpipers lived and we returned to Monsters, Inc. to take a break. Although we had spent time being absent, the bag of seeds remained intact. I asked Wally B. if we visit another world. He agreed with me, so we found a plastic door and we entered to a portable building.

Leaving there, we were in a park that was part of a city. As the park had deciduous trees, it reminded us of the forest André and Wally B. inhabited. However, it did not have as much vegetation and there were things present in typical parks, such as streetlights. In addition, the park had tables and benches where visitors sat down to do some activity, whether with the function to eat outdoors or to play a board game.

At this moment, the park was empty until an old man appeared with a wooden box. Wally B. requested me to "spy" on what the old man was doing when he came to sit down. In spite of that, I ignored him and I went to see how orange the tops of the trees were. However, Wally B. insisted that I should see the old man, so he moved my head with his front legs to make me do that.

That old man appeared to roleplay two different participants. On the one hand, he was posing as a timid participant, whom is identified with glasses and the white pieces. On the other hand, he was also posing as an aggressive, confident participant, whom is identified with black pieces. As we watched the chess game, the aggressive player captured nearly all the timid player's pieces. Watching how this old man played a chess game against himself made me recall memories of a short film: Geri's Game.

Suddenly, the timid player appeared to have a heart attack and he fell to the ground. While this was happening, Wally B. wondered how Geri could put himself in the role of a healthy player at the same time as he put himself in the role of a player suffering from a heart attack. I quacked to him that Geri would do it on his own. After startling the confident player, the other one turned the board around. When the confident player is about to sat on his place, he is told that he was right and it was his turn. Unaware of the trick the timid player had made, the one without glasses resigned and gave the timid one his false teeth. By the time the game ended, Geri had stopped playing the parts of both participants. We left the park as Geri kept the pieces on the chessboard for future use. Shortly after entering the same portable building we arrived at the world where Geri lived, we returned to Monsters, Inc in a jiffy.

Like our arrival to this universe before visiting another alternate universe, the bag of seeds was still intact. We decided to go back to look for another door to visit another world.

I opened a blue door, which was cleaner than the first door we found in this day. Then, we came to a building which was similar to the other one we had arrived first when we visited the A Bug's Life universe. When we left this small building, it turned out that we had arrived to a forest with a lake full of canoes. Wally B. and I explored this place as I gazed at its landscape. When we were approaching a lake, something was thrown straight at my shoulder. I looked at the ground to see what it was thrown, and it turned out that it was a smartphone. I picked it up and then I looked at what was behind me.

I could see a pair of young people of African descent. One of them is a teenage girl who wears a fuchsia T-shirt. The other one was a seemingly preadolescent boy. Both of them were in a canoe that had crashed onto land. I reached out to these young people and I stopped walking as I looked penetratingly at the girl. The girl's stare didn't match mine, but her sobbing transitioned to a smile despite she appeared to have difficulties on smiling. It seemed that André's skin color made her calm down. Every gesture the girl made revealed signs of autism, which made me remember both Loop and SparkShorts. The former was one of the short films of the SparkShorts program, and the latter one was one of the programs which were exclusive to Disney+.

"Renee! Stay away of this thingamajig!" Marcus, the chatty boy, objected. The reason of this was that neurotypical people thought that a cartoon character in a reality that bore resemblance to that of real life was uncannier that a cartoon character in a cartoon-like reality.

To avoid deepening the conflict, I returned the mobile phone to Renee and I walked away from them. Wally B. asked me what I had been doing with the girl with autism. I told him that I was simply staring at her for a minute.

We returned to the small building only to get out of there, so we could return to the Monsters, Inc universe. And, yes, the bag of seeds remained intact. I thought we should take one more trip and we did it. To do this, I went to look for another door until I found one that was new. We opened the door and, passing through, we had arrived at the kitchen of a house.

We left the house of a stranger and we took a walk. I was wondering what this universe had, not knowing if it was as special as the world of A Bug's Life or was as ordinary as the Loop universe. We were approaching a playground and I briefly stopped to check if the children were present. As soon as I resumed walking, Wally B. asked me why I stopped for a while. I responded to him that I was just watching the children in a playground.

After two minutes, we stopped walking. The reason was because we witnessed a Filipino-American toddler floating as the other children were perplexed by this phenomenon. How did this boy effortlessly float without using objects that rise in the air? This was quite difficult to explain it, so it was unknown the causes of the child having the ability to float. This strange phenomenon made me remember one of the films featured in SparkShorts: Float.

Whilst Alex was still floating, his father, a hermit with an untidy appearance, ran agitatedly. Wally B. came out to defend the floating boy, since he had misinterpreted the father's intentions. When Alex's father was about to catch his son, the former one had his hand stung by the fat bumblebee. I was supposed that Wally B. had his stinger bent, but this didn't happen, however. Perhaps his stinger would or would not bend depended on the amount of adipose tissue the victim had. It was true that bumblebees with floating limbs would have their sting bent if their victim was a member of André's species, knowing that the healthy weight for a member of this humanoid species was similar to that of an overweight human if the former was the size of a human being. In the case of Alex's father, he didn't render Wally B.'s stinger bent because he was a man with normal weight. After the sting, Wally B. came back to my side as if he were a boomerang.

Additionally, I was observing how Alex's father reacted to the sting he had received. He might undergo an allergic reaction or, on the impossible way, he might end up turning into a member of André's species. But, to be honest, neither of these two things had happened. Instead, the only thing he received of the sting was a red mark, thing that could be commonly found in bee stings.

"Dad?" A worried Alex asked his father. "What happened to you?"

"I was going to grab you to stop floating in the middle of the public only to be stung by a bee, and look at me!" His father replied. The tone he was using indicated that he was frustrated. "Why you can't just be normal, Alex?"

Alex pulled his hood over his head as he went down to the ground, indicating that he grounded himself for not keeping his ability to float a secret. As his father had to see the children playing in the playground in order to decide if allowing Alex to float whenever he wants or not, Wally B. began to worry about the seeds we had collected. Seeing how disquiet the bumblebee was, we did not hesitate to leave this world. We went back to the same house than we had arrived when we visited the Float universe for the first time and return to the kitchen only to abandon this house. When we arrived at the Monsters, Inc universe, the bag of seeds was still intact. As soon as I was going to grab the bag, a hungry employee quickly stole it. This employee, like the rest of those who work for Monsters, Inc, was a monster. The hungry employee was described as a three-eyed monster that has a head of a Schnauzer with natural ears, a body of a red kangaroo when standing on two legs, and four tentacles of a veined octopus. This monster's color skin is light violet and has grey eyes. When this mammal-like monster was about to eat all the seeds, I protested that the seeds belonged to us and they mustn't be eaten.

"Huh? Bitey Cardew found food in the middle of Monsters, Incorporated. Bitey Cardew is hungry enough to eat his food." The hungry employee said as he revealed his name and his illeism. Unlike the other monsters from this alternate world, Bitey Cardew was able to understand the quacks.

I remarked that Wally B. and I were the first ones to find all of the bag's content, but we found the seeds separately when I went to collect them. I also told Bitey Cardew that I collected these seeds so that we could decorate the apartment where the CEO and his roommate live.

"It's all the same to Bitey Cardew, as he has found this bag with delicious food." Bitey Cardew said.

As he prepared to swallow all the seeds in the bag, I didn't hesitate to remove the bag from his kangaroo arms. I took the bag, squeezed it and tried to remove it with the strength I had. But he was strong enough to withstand the pressure of the bag being held in his hands. Consequently, the plastic bag ended up breaking, so all the seeds fell to the floor. I reacted by collecting all the seeds and putting them in the same bag as the one that had kept the whiteboard and the marker. The hungry employee dropped the broken plastic bag and he walked away. The first thing we did after this incident was to throw the broken bag into the plastic bin.

Subsequently, we returned to the flat and we began to search for flowerpots. But before I did the latter one, I put the bag on the table. We opened the door of one of the cupboards and Wally B. found five unused flowerpots. I tried to grab one of them, but I was too weak to move the flowerpots. The reason was that these flowerpots were made of earthenware. Another reason is because the flowerpots are slightly bigger than me. I told Wally B. that I needed help. The bumblebee agreed with me and we pushed each flowerpot until we reached to the balcony with all the five ones. Once we had moved the flowerpots to the balcony, we went to the cupboard and I took out a bag of soil. The bag of soil was heavy enough to fall on the floor, since I couldn't move it much either. I quacked to Wally B. that I needed scissors. He flew off to get the scissors while I waited. After half a minute, the flying insect returned with the scissors in his front legs.

I cut the bag and I took the soil from the bag. Then, I filled the flowerpots with soil and we eventually planted the seeds we had collected in them. In order to make the seeds grow into plants, we had to sprinkle water over the newly planted seeds. The work was finished, but we only have to wait for the seeds to be emerged as healthy plants. With each passing second, Wally B. grew more and more impatient. I had to think about what to do in order to entertain the bumblebee. Suddenly, I got the idea to invite two of the fictional characters that Wally B. and I had known.

I took out an A3 size sheet of paper, then I split it into two A4 sheets and I eventually wrote a separate letter. I left the flat without notifying the bumblebee and walked until I returned to Monsters, Incorporated. I searched for the two corresponding doors from memory and, when I found the doors that give access to the Tinny's and Knick's home world, I gave each of them a letter of invitation. After I left Monsters, Incorporated, I went to a convenience store and I grabbed a jar of honey. The shopkeeper, who was a badgerlike monster with crocodile features, looked at me as if he were suspecting that I was committing a crime.

"Did you have any money?" The shopkeeper asked me. His gaze was more or less intimidating. I put the pot of honey in its rightful place and then I ran out of the shop.

Leaving the store, I had to find a way to collect some money quickly. Luckily, I sighted a piece of paper money being blown in the wind. I decided to chase the banknote. Despite my jumps were shorter (because of André's weight), I resisted to stop jumping unless I fulfilled my task. When the banknote went down as the wind disappeared little by little, I succeeded to catch the bill after another small jump.

I returned to the convenience store and I did the same as the first time I visited. However, I was more organized than the first time since I had the banknote in my hands. I approached the shopkeeper, then I paid the honey jar with the banknote I caught earlier and I eventually carried the pot of honey in a bag.

Once Tinny and Knick are invited to the flat, we waited until the arrival of these Pixar characters. When I returned to the flat, I sat on the sofa and then I slouched until the moment where I ended up lying on the sofa. An eager Wally B. reappeared in the living room and he asked me if I bought a jar of honey. I showed him the bought honey in the bag. The bag was located in my right hand. As the bumblebee was serious, he went to check if I was lying. The insect was relieved when he realized that I was right. Therefore, Wally B. thanked me for buying a pot of honey.

We heard a noise from the door, and Wally B. seriously asked me if the door was opened. We went to the front door directly to check if there were thieves. It turned out to be Tinny and Knick. I greeted them kindly and, as I closed the door, I told them that we were going to have a party in this week. As we went to the living room, the bumblebee looked for a board game in order to start the party.

The snowman attempted to sit on the sofa. But, due to his height, he is unable to do so. As a result, he sat on the floor instead. As for the toy, he was trying to position himself. However, due to his limitations, he turned around and he went to the wrong direction. I decided to help Tinny and I approached him so I could carry him to the rightful position. While a human infant has no problem with picking up a tin toy, I noticed that, as Tinny was made of a metal, he was slightly heavy. Proof that the members of André's species might be shorter than a newborn baby! This is what I thought when I grabbed the one-man band toy with my hands, albeit I needed support with my own arms. The insect returned to the living room with a roll-and-move board game. He gave me the board game and I took a look at it. This board game bore resemblance to Monopoly, though it shared traits with a typical pen-and-paper role-playing game. I opened the box that contained the board game and then I took out the manual.

Before I could instruct the three Pixar characters, I had to read the manual. After I finished reading it, I had to teach Tinny and Knick how to write. It wouldn't make sense if I started playing the board game with at least two players that were apparently illiterate. Once both of them had been taught, I set up the board game and we waited for my bee companion to return. Wally B. asked Tinny and Knick if they were either hungry or thirsty, knowing that the bumblebee brought a bowl of cashew nuts. Both Tinny and Knick shook their head in denial. This meant that they had never been hungry nor thirsty despite being a pair of sentient objects. Wally B. and I sat on the floor and we began to play along with the guests.

The first to roll the dice was Tinny, who had to move three squares with his figure. Then he had to draw a card from the deck and he read a dare-like question. He put the card down so we could read it as he thought about the answer. The card had the following text: "Imagine you have created a cool wolf character. What name would you put according to this description?", and it was yellow. Tinny grabbed a pen and he wrote the answer in a clumsy manner. When he finished writing it, he shyly showed us his answer, which was "Wulfoo". I judged that this name was too childish for said character. Wally B. and Knick agreed with me, so Tinny had no choice but to remove the written paper. He crossed out the answer that was ridiculous and wrote another answer. When he finished writing on the paper, he showed us the revised answer. This one is "Atomic Fur", which was better than the crossed out one. While this name is slightly nonsensical, we considered this answer valid. After Tinny, Knick was the next one to roll the dice.

Wally B. and I spent five days playing with the guests as the seeds emerged as plants. Once the plants were emerged, the plants gradually grew up. Meanwhile, we had entertained each other during these days. In the last day of the party, Wally B. visited the balcony and he learned that these plants had flowered. I approached him and I caught my bumblebee partner pollinating our plants' flowers. He told me that he was surprised that he found the plants with flowers. I quacked to him that I knew he would reacted like this situation. As soon as I went to the living room, I learnt that the guests wanted to return to their respective worlds. Before Tinny and Knick could leave the flat, I told them that it had been a pleasure to spend an entertaining time with them. Tinny acknowledged that they had fun for five days and Knick opined that it would be better if one of his crushes (specifically one female from a knick-knack) was included in the party. We waved goodbye each other as Tinny and Knick departed from the flat.

As Tinny and Knick returned to their respective worlds, we went to the bed and we tried to close our eyes. I was lying on the bed whereas my bumblebee companion was curled up on my belly. Before I fell into a deep sleep, Wally B. told me that he was happy because of the plants we added to the flat. I quacked to him that I was proud that Wally B. was happy and, once I yawned, I murmured to him by expressing good wishes as I had my eyes closed as a result of sleep. I had been in deep sleep in many moments of the night, and Wally B. similarly did so. Even so, Sulley and Mike returned to the flat at 3 a.m. Due to being halfsleep at this moment, I could overhear both the noises and the monsters' conversation.

"Someone has turned the balcony of our flat into a garden." Mike reacted to the presence of plants in their flat. "It seems that all plants of the balcony belong to different introduced species."

"Maybe it is done in good faith." Sulley said to his assistant. "I can show you who has done that."

The two monsters went to the bedroom where Wally B. and I slept and they found us lying in the bed. Wally B. was still sleeping when Mike and Sulley came to the bedroom.

"See?" The furry monster indicated him. "Surely they have traveled to a world so they could collect seeds."

"Both André and Wally B. are exhausted for doing so…" Mike said as he saw us sleeping. "Well, I think we should sleep after spending five days in staying a conference."

"I agree with you, Mike." Sulley said. "Good night, my friend."

Both Sulley and Mike went to bed and there were no more disruptions after their arrival. As soon as these monsters fell asleep, the state of dorveille I was experiencing was reverted to a deep-sleep one. We were aware that we deserved a break after the effort. I knew that Wally B.'s sleep might be as finer as his experience with the harvest.