A/N: Another chapter as promised! I'm going to be pretty busy tomorrow, so I'm uploading this chapter like, right at 12 haha. Please R&R :)

Waternoose wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead and took a deep breath. Ok, if he was going to get away with this, he had to be sneaky and as quiet as a mouse. Thankfully, he had managed to get out of the child's room and out of the factory without anyone seeing because that particular monster who had been scaring… scratch that, making the child laugh, had been working over time and the scare floor was near empty.

He kept forgetting that they monsters didn't scare anymore. It just seemed so wrong. Monsters were made to scare, not offer corny jokes and laughter. He pushed those thoughts out of his head and sighed. All that mattered now was if he could break in just as discreetly.

He had planned it all out. It had to be during the night because that's when the factory was closed and he wouldn't have to avoid all those scarer's, urm laughers? He didn't really know what to call them now. He crept towards the chain link fence surrounding Monster's Inc and took out his wire cutters. He looked around hastily before getting to work on the wires. A few snips here and there, and he was through.

He threw the square of wire he had cut out on the ground and crawled past the 'No Trespassing' sign. He tiptoed as well as a monster with six crab legs can tiptoe to the dumpster and hid behind it when he saw the flashlights of the guards approaching.

"And so I said Bill, you've got to really mean it!"

Waternoose backed up a little as the beams got closer. CLANG! He flinched as he felt one of his legs hit something behind him.

"What was that?" the guard's flashlight swiveled towards him. Waternoose gasped and retreated into the shadows.

"Fred, what are you doing?" came one of the guards' voices.

"I heard something!"

"Probably some critter, like ah… what do those humans call it?…A raccoon."

"You're probably right." The guard closest to Waternoose as the light turned away. Suddenly the light swiveled back. "But what if it's an intruder?"

"Fred, you've already called three false alarms this month! One more and we're sure to get fired!" said the one called Bill.

Fred sighed and turned the light away once more. Waternoose saw his chance and darted past them. He wasn't about to waste the night away while these two knuckleheads bickered.

"Wait a minute! A raccoon? This is the monster world! There ain't any raccoons here!" he heard the guard call from the distance.

Waternoose chuckled. That guard apparently wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Waternoose hoisted himself up one of the ladders leading to the vents, unscrewed the necessary screws, and crawled in.

Randall sat nervously, twiddling his fingers as he sat in the waiting room. He couldn't believe he was this stupid to get himself into such a mess. Was this a trap to get him locked away in a lab? Maybe the humans had been planning this all along! He pushed that thought away as he looked at Kimmie's beaming face. No, she wouldn't do something like that to him… he hoped. Kimmie tugged at him.

"Randy, look," she said, holding up the notebook she had been drawing in. "It's you!"

Randall turned and studied it. "That looks nothing like me." He scoffed unkindly.

Kimmie's face fell.

"Uh, but it's still pretty good…" Randall added.

Kimmie smiled and turned her attention back to her notebook.

"Grant Hugh with Randall?" a lady in a white labbish looking coat entered the room, as she glanced at her clipboard. Randall flattened his fronds at her. It was a trap! He clambered out of the chair painfully and headed for the door when he felt Grant grab him from behind and drag him back.

"Randall, she isn't a scientist if that's what you're thinking! She's going to help you!" Grant whispered.

Randall stopped struggling and allowed himself to get led through the translucent door to one of the back rooms.

"Other than a broken leg, does Randall have any other problems today?" the lady asked as she closed the door. Randall looked around the small room and suddenly felt a little claustrophobic. Kimmie noticed this and offered up her hand. Randall curled his lip and ignored it.

"Not that I know of ma'am." Grant said politely.

"Please, call me Joyce." The woman smiled at him. Grant returned to smile.

"Oh, Grant, do you think you can get Randall up on that table?"

Grant nodded and reached for Randall. Randall dodged and jumped up on the table himself.

"Wow, he seems to have understood me." Joyce said, impressed.

"Randall think I can take a look of that leg of yours?" Without waiting for an answer, she reached for it and started poking and prodding at it. Each time Randall hissed in pain, she nodded. She finally stood up.

"Well bad news, it's definitely broken. We're going to have to put him in a cast for about a month. Good news, it's a pretty minor break and he looks pretty strong, so it should heal in no time." She said.

A few minutes later, Randall found himself sitting on a table, about to receive his cast.

"What color do you think Randall would like his cast to be? We have purple, blue, green, red, pink-" Joyce started to list the colors.

"PINK!" Kimmie shouted, cutting her off.

Randall's eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously.

Joyce laughed. "Alright then." She grinned and left to get the material.

"You are so dead." Randall hissed at Kimmie.

Kimmie just giggled.

It had been a few days since Randall had received his cast. The fact that it was bright pink almost made him want to gnaw his own leg off. It was itchy and very uncomfortable. Luckily for the sake of the little dignity that he had left, he had avoided having to wear the typical cone that some pets had to wear.

"And this is Ekans. Look, he kinda looks like you." Simon said as he handed Randall a Pokemon card.

"Yeah, a dorkier version of me." Randall scoffed.

"Hey, he's my favorite!" Simon protested.

Randall sighed. Now with this cast, he was refined to moving less and was told to stay inside, so the only thing he could really do was "bond" with the kids as Adam had put it.

"Who's this?" Randall fished through the pile of cards and pulled one out.

"Oh, that's Blaziken. It's awesome too."

"And this?"

"Tyranitar."

Randall picked up a bunch of cards and flipped through them like flashcards as Simon named them. "Charizard, Blastoise, Scizor, and Pikachu."

"You sure know your pokeman." Randall said, actually kind of impressed.

Simon frowned. "It's Pokemon." He corrected.

"Whatever. Same thing." Randall replied.

"Hey, Randy?" Kimmie came into the room.

"What?"

"I want to show you something."

"Ok then, show it."

"It's outside."

"Aw geez kid, can't you tell I'm busy looking at Pokeman cards with Simon?"

"Pokemon!" Simon protested. Randall ignored him.

"Please? It'll only take a minute!" Kimmie begged.

"It's alright, I can show you my other stuff after you get back." Simon said.

Randall frowned. He didn't really feel like going with Kimmie at the moment especially with a broken leg. "Fine. I'm coming." He sighed and got up. He followed Kimmie into the back yard.

"So where's this thing you wanted to show me?"

"Follow me." Kimmie led him to a bush and crawled inside.

"What the… there's no way I'm going in a bush." Randall said.

"Come on Randy! It's really cool!"

Randall rolled his eyes and followed her in. "Ouch!' Randall growled as he was pricked by the sharp leaves.

"Coming?" Kimmie called.

"Patience kid! I have a broken leg!" Randall hissed.

"Almost there!" Kimmie said.

"Isn't there a -ouch!- less painful way in?" Randall asked.

"Sh, stop complaining!" Kimmie said.

They finally reached a clearing. Randall couldn't stand up, being too tall, so he sat down on the cool, dirt ground. He looked around in awe. It was a perfect hide out. Completely hidden. The branches were curved over their heads, making a perfect dome shape and the leaves prevented much sunlight from leaking through, explaining why it felt so nice.

"You come here with the others often?" he asked.

Kimmie shook her head. "Nope, just me and BZ, the others don't know about it."

"Neat kid." They sat in awkward silence.

"Well, thanks for showing me, but I need to go back to Simon now." Randall said abruptly, feeling hot under her gaze.

Kimmie smiled. "Ok, you're welcome to come back anytime!" she called as he made his way out.

Randall brushed himself off and headed back towards Simon. When he opened the door, Simon was sitting in his bed playing with something box shaped.

"What is that?" Randall asked.

Simon looked up and beamed at him. "A Gameboy!"

Randall frowned and went over. "A Gameboy?" he asked.

Simon turned back to the small screen. "Yup." He said as he clicked the buttons madly.

"What's it do?"

"You play games on it. I'm playing Mario right now." He said distractedly. A little game jingle sounded as the tiny character on the screen jumped and the screen went dark. "Aw man, I died. Wanna play?" he asked, holding it out to Randall.

Randall curled his lip. "Not really."

Simon shoved it closer. "It's really fun."

"If you insist." Randall snatched it and stared at it. He pushed a button on the side.

"No! That's the-" Simon exclaimed. The screen went black again.

"What happened?" Randall asked.

"You turned it off." Simon laughed as he turned it back on.

"Oops." Randall muttered sheepishly.

The screen flickerd to life. Simon presed a few buttons and got back into the game. "Here try again." He said, handing it back to Randall.

Randall took it carefully and blinked at the screen.

"Make him move." Simon said.

"How?"

"The arrow keys."

Randall pressed the plus shaped button. "It's not doing anything."

"That's cuz you're pressing the whole thing. Only press the way you want to go, if that makes sense." Simon tried to explain. Randall realized his fingers were too big so he had to inch them a little over to be able to just press one of the arrow keys.

"That's it! But you're going backwards…" Simon butted in.

"I know what I'm doing!" Randall snapped, feeling like an idiot. Simon fell silent but Randall could feel his body shaking from laughter. Randall flattened his fronds in frustration and stabbed at the buttons.

"Oh, hey! I'm doing something!" Randall exclaimed.

"You're just jumping in place."

Randall cursed under his breath and continued to work the buttons. "Now you're moving! You've got it!" Simon cheered. Randall felt his confidence go back up and walked right into a brown mushroom thing. "Wait don't-!" Simon started.

Randall just stared at the screen as it went black. "You just died." Simon stated the obvious.

Randall ground his teeth together. "No way, I never would've guessed." Randall snarled sarcastically.

He almost threw the Gameboy against the wall. "How did I die from a stupid little wanna-be mushroom?!" he exploded.

Simon just laughed. "Want to try again?"

"NO!" Randall yelled flattening his fronds, slitting his eyes, and looking quite annoyed. He threw the Gameboy down on the bed, crossed all four of his arms and started to grumble incoherently. Simon picked it up and started playing again.

"Oh, did you know I play baseball?"

"No."

"Well I do, you should come see my little league games."

"Really? A big giant purple lizard slash crocodile coming to a baseball game?"

Simon thought for a minute. "Yeah, never mind. You're right. You should probably stay home."

"Hey Randall! Want to play Twister?" Bree's voice floated down the hallway.

Simon turned to Randall, beaming. "Aw yeah, you would be awesome with all those limbs, well besides your broken leg!" he exclaimed.

"What's twister?" Randall asked.

Simon tossed the Gameboy aside and grabbed Randall's hand. "Randall my man, you haven't lived! C'mon!" he said, dragging Randall out of the room.

After an exciting game of Twister, everyone had a few more bumps and bruises. It took several minutes to untangle Randall, but he had ultimatey won, even with a cast.

'You rocked it!" Simon cheered.

"Course I did!" Randall said, puffing up his chest with pride.

"Hey kids, dinner!" They heard Adam call from the kitchen.

After a tasty dinner, Randall headed for Kimmie's room. Instead of lying down, she was siting on her bed, swinging her legs happily.

"What?" Randall asked suspiciously.

"Can you read me a story Randy?" Kimmie asked.

Randall rolled his eyes. "No, I'm tired."

"Please?"

"I said no."

"But I can't sleep."

"Then it's gonna be a long night."

"Please?" Kimmie asked again.

"Argh alright. Just stop pestering me." Randall got up and plucked one the books from Kimmie's bookshelf. "The Very Hungry Caterpillar? Sounds stupid." He muttered as he flipped it over and read the title. He walked back over to Kimmie's bed and plopped himself down on it.

"Alright, let's get this over with." Kimmie smiled and snuggled up close to him. "In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf…" he started. "One Sunday morning, the warm sun came up and pop! Out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar…" He snorted. "This is the dumbest book I've-"

"Randy…!" Kimmie protested. Randall ignored her. "Hah, see what they did there? The sun came up on a Sunday?" Randall started laughing at his own corny joke. Kimmie frowned.

"Ughh…never mind…" Randall groaned and flipped the page. "What are these pages even made out of? Cardboard?"

"Randy, keep reading!"

"He started to look for some food…" He said. He flipped through the remaining pages. "…annnd, he found some and the end. Ok, bed time." He said, closing the book abruptly. Kimmie sighed. Randall exhaled deeply and opened the book back up again and continued to read the rest of the book.

"And he was a beautiful butterfly. The end." He finished. He closed the book and looked down.

"Kimmie?" Kimmie's eyes were closed and she was fast asleep. Randall gently picked her up and tucked her in.

"Night Kimmie." He whispered.

A/N: Well, another longish chapter and my attempt to be funny... :3 I dont really know what I was thinking with the whole Gameboy thing, I kinda just pictured it in my head and found it funny. Haha.. Randall playing a Gameboy...funny stuff... LOL *awkward silence* O_o

DISCLAIMER: And ok, just to be safe… I do not own the Very Hungry Caterpillar (or any of its content that I used in this story), Mario, Pokemon (wish I did!) or Monsters Inc characters. Kimmie's hideout was inspired by Totoro and the part where Randall reads the story to Kimmie, I was inspired by that scene in Despicable Me when Gru was reading that "Three Little Kittens" book hehe :D

Sorry if this chapter didn't really do much to progress with the story, it's more one of those… ah, filler chapters. ;) Hope it didn't bore you to death and please don't come after me with pitchforks and torches for my sad attempt at humor :P See you Wednesday! Please R&R! 3