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A/N: Well, the readers have spoken! Keep reading for the dog's name! :) Enjoy this next chappie! Well… try to anyways… wait what?! Forget I said that, just read! :) Make sure you have a tissue box handy! ;) Oh and Guest (you know who you are), I used your idea about Simon trying to name the dog after a pokemon, just brilliant! :D

The kids all sat around the table, studying the dog, who was happily panting, clearly enjoying all the attention.

"How about Rocky?" Marra suggested.

Kimmie shook her head. "Nah... too tough sounding."

Marra frowned.

"Brady?" Bree put in.

Kimmie tilted her head. "You like Brady?" The dog just panted.

"How about... Rex?" Grant asked.

"That sounds like the dinosaur with tiny arms." Kimmie wrinkled her nose.

"Oh, I know! How about Toto?" Bree exclaimed.

"Nahh..." Kimmie sighed.

"Come on, make up your mind, Kimmie!" Marra said impatiently.

"Oh I know! How about Houndoom!" Simon squealed. The kids all looked at him.

"Houndoom?" Bree said with scorn.

"Yeah! That dog pokemon!"

"No way!" Kimmie said.

Simon frowned. "Fine."

Kimmie tapped her chin. "Max! Do you like Max?" she asked.

The dog wagged his tail and seemed to smile.

"He seems to like the name Max!" she commented.

"Ok, then Max it is!" Grant laughed.

Randall awoke to a loud rumble and a blinding ray of light flash outside the window. He looked around the living room where he had been sleeping. The rain struck the windows with such ferocity he thought it would break the panes. He glanced outside and saw the trees struggling to stay in the ground, all swaying dangerously back and forth.

The wind howled, emanating an eerie wailing noise around the house. Another electrifying flash of lightning couroused through the sky. Randall counted the seconds. 1…2…RUMBLE. The storm was about 2 miles away and it looked bad.

Suddenly a short, dark figure appeared next to him.

"What, Max not cutting it for ya anymore?" Randall growled.

"Randy, I'm scared!" Kimmie whimpered.

Randall frowned. He was kind of scared too, but he would never admit that to Kimmie.

"It's just a storm." He said.

"What if the house gets hit or a tree falls on us?" Kimmie whimpered, snugging up next to him.

"I'm sure it'll be fine." Randall replied.

He felt Kimmie hugging him and after some hesitation, put an arm around her. The two continued to watch the storm and eventually fell asleep.

It was morning and when Randall awoke, he found Kimmie was gone.

"Hey Randall, it like, almost flooded last night!" Simon said from behind him.

"Cool." Randall muttered. He looked around "Where's Kimmie?"

"She had to leave early for a dentist appointment."

"Oh…" Randall felt a bit hurt she hadn't at least woken him up and said bye. He yawned, stretched, and got up for some breakfast. As he shoveled Cap'n Crunch into his mouth he heard soft whimpering next to him.

"What do you want?" he asked, spewing crumbs into the dog's face. Max looked over longingly at the bucket of treats that were perched on the counter. Randall got up, retrieved a bone treat and tossed it at him.

"Bone appetite!" he said.

"It's bon appétit." Marra corrected.

"Tomato, tomhato, potato, potahto." Randall hmphed.

That afternoon, Kimmie came home kind of late, as soon as she walked in the door, Randall called, "Hey kid."

When Kimmie didn't answer, Randall looked over his shoulder and froze. That wasn't Kimmie! A little blonde girl stood frozen to the spot, staring at him in awe.

"So you can talk!" she squealed, rushing over to him.

Randall backed up. "Who the heck are you?" he snapped.

"That's Isabelle, my new friend." Kimmie came in finally and walked over to Isabelle.

"Sorry about Randall, he's not good at first impressions."

Randall lazed around the house, listening in on some of the conversations Isabelle and Kimmie were having, and mooching off of things he technically wasn't supposed to from the kitchen. He was just about to take an evening nap when Isabelle came out of Kimmie's room and walked over.

"Hey, Randall, want to play dress-up?" she asked.

Randall flattened his fronds. "How about a no, now scram little girl." He snarled.

Isabelle just giggled.

Randall's eyes widened and he started to panic. He was loosing his touch! Just about a month ago, he could scare the living day lights out of any kid just by looking at them!

"Y-you're supposed to be scared!" he growled in great disappointment.

"Kimmie's told me all about you. You're like a big teddy bear."

"Am not."

"Randy, won't you please play dress up with us?" Kimmie's voice sounded. He felt Isabelle studying him for his reaction.

"Uh… no!" he called back.

"Please?" Kimmie pleaded.

"Fine. Just stop asking." Randall got up.

Isabelle giggled. "Told ya."

"Shut up." Randall growled.

A dress and a pound of Marra's makeup later, Randall was dragged into the kitchen to be shown off. Marra and Grant took one look at him and burst out laughing.

"It's not funny!" Randall snarled.

"Of course it is Randall!" Marra snorted.

"Or should we say Randella?" Grant chuckled.

"Nice lipstick." Marra put in and they both went into hysterics again.

Randall growled crossly as he scrubbed roughly at his face. He paused for a moment, and looked at his reflection in the water. His face looked as if it were split in half, the side that still had the make up on and the side that showed his true self. It blinked and grinned cruelly as if it were mocking him.

Somewhere inside him, he knew that his time in the human world was wrapping up and all these emotions spun a very perplexing web over his heart. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad that he was going to get to go home, back to where he belonged, but sometimes, that way Kimmie beamed at him and how the kids treated him with such kindness, it almost convinced him that he belonged here.

He didn't know if he should be mad or glad that Sulley and Mike had sent him here, had it been for the better or for the worst? But what about that master plan he had created with Waternoose? For all he knew, Waternoose could be confined to the rest of his life in prison. Maybe he had been gone from the monster world for so long that he would just feel lost when he returned.

Who was he kidding…he was listed as a criminal in his world and was getting replaced here. He didn't belong anywhere. He glared at his reflection and punched the water, ripping through his reflection and causing it to smash into a billion smithereens.

Waternoose sighed in annoyance as he sent the brown door back to the door vault. He had been through at least 50 doors, he was starving, and had been at this for hours. He shielded his eyes as the slowly rising sun peeked through the windows. The Laughers would arrive for work any minute. He grumbled to himself as he hastily as he slipped the keycard into one of his pockets.

Suddenly the lights flooded on and he was forced to scramble back into the vent. As he was closing the vent cover, he heard a very familiar voice.

"Morning Wazowski!"

He turned and saw the little red wimp, Fungus. Fungus had seemingly grown up quite a bit. He didn't seem so nervous and twitchy as he had been when Randall was around. Waternoose felt a grin creep up his face.

Well, if Randall didn't agree to help, not that there was any chance of that happening, Fungus might prove useful for once. He chuckled to himself and headed down the vents to hopefully swipe some food from the cafeteria.

Randall was in a sour mood. His leg hurt, he was getting sick of Max, but mostly, he just wanted to go home.

"Hey Randy!" Kimmie ran up to him.

Randall didn't look at her, or even acknowledge her, his darker side was coming out again. She reminded him of Fungus. Short stature, red hair/body, both like annoying little bugs sometimes.

"Randy?"

He remained silent. Kimmie poked him.

"What!?" Randall snarled.

Kimmie recoiled at his abruptness. "I-I just wanted to have a tea party…"

Randall flattened his fronds. "No. I'm not feeling well today."

"Please?"

"I said no. Now leave me alone, snot nose."

Kimmie frowned. "What's wrong, Randy? You're being kind of mean…"

Randall seethed inside. "Stop calling me Randy. My name is Randall."

Kimmie tugged him harder. "Please Randy? It will make you feel better."

Randall couldn't hold it in. "I said no! What part of 'no' do you not understand you little cretin? Just shut up Kimmie! I'm sick of this place and I want to go home! I'm sick of this house, I'm sick of your tea parties, I'm sick of Max, I'm sick of being called 'Randy', and I'm sick of you!"

His eyes widened as soon as the words came out of his mouth.

Kimmie stared at him for second before bursting into tears and running out of the room.

"Wait! Kimmie!" Randall cried out, but she was already gone.

He face palmed himself several times. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why did you say that to her? She's been nothing but kind to you and you just yelled at her for no good reason. Randall settled back down, the pit of misery dropping deep down into his stomach.

Kimmie would get over it.

Right?

Bree was in the kitchen reading a book at the kitchen table when Kimmie burst in, sobbing.

"Kimmie! What happened?" she asked, running up and gathering Kimmie in her arms.

All Kimmie could muster was, "Randy..!"

Bree narrowed her eyes. "Randy? Did he say something?"

Kimmie just shoved her way out of Bree's arms and ran out the door.

"Wait!" Bree called desperately, but Kimmie was already gone.

Bree sat down and frowned. It was probably just a little argument between the two of them and it would blow over as soon as Kimmie calmed down. Bree decided Kimmie just needed some alone time so she went back to reading her book, not giving it a second thought.

A/N: Well… now you see what I meant when I said try to enjoy it… heh.. I kinda made myself sad while writing this chapter :'(

Will Randall and Kimmie make up and repair their broken relationship? Stay tooned! See you all Wednesday!

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