Hello!

I have never written for Monsters Inc. or Monsters University before! Well, until now.

This fic was a request by RandallBeast19. I hope I did a good job.

In here, I wrote that Sully didn't cheat in the Scare Games Simulator. And that's another reason Randy is even more resentful of him here. Story takes place after the end of Monsters University, except that Mike and Sully are still in school and didn't get expelled from campus.

Don't own MI or MU.

Hope you enjoy it!


Cheery sunlight shed through the windows at Monsters University while the students slithered or creepy-crawled or skittered off to their various classes. A green-shaped ball with skinny legs and arms and little points for ears skipped along. "Lovely day," One of the girls grinned.

"And what a lovely day it is!" Mike Wazowski agreed, as he marched to his dorm room. Ahh, yes, life was great! Couldn't be better! Oozma Kappa having won the Scare Games championship had gotten him and his overlooked team back into the Scare Program. He whistled happily as he walked in to get his books before heading to class.

As he shuffled inside, he tripped over an invisible, scaly cord. "Ahh. What the-" He sputtered, landing on his rotund mouth.

"Whoops." Came a familiar chuckle. "Really should look where you're going, Wazowski." Randall Boggs sneered, morphing into view.

"Oh. It's just you. I should've known." Mike rolled his single eye, getting back to his feet. "You're a public safety hazard, you know that?" He huffed, picking up his books.

"Only to the clumsy monsters on campus." Randall grinned.

"Hey! Who are you calling clumsy?"

"Well, if you'd looked properly, you wouldn't have fallen like the butter ball klutz you are. Maybe you need two pairs of eyes, Mike. Maybe even glasses."

"Ha, ha, ha. My one, perfectly good, perfectly beautiful, perfectly sharp eye is more than capable of seeing crusty road risks. Of course, the only kind of person who would lurk around where no one can tell he's there, is a creep." Mike smirked.

"You just got lucky, winning the Scare Games." Randall pointed his finger at Mike. "That's all it was! And everybody knows it."

"What are you getting at?"

"Winning takes skill, and scare." Randall hissed, wiggling his fingers creepily as he towered over Mike. "Neither of which your team is capable of. And you?" He crossed his arms, throwing his head back. "You're their weakest link."

"Watch it, Boggs." Mike growled. "Careful what you insinuate. Of course, insinuating is probably what you're best at with that inky, dinky brain of yours. If you'd stuck with me, you might be back in the Scare Program too. I'll have you know, you are looking at the mastermind behind the whole championship!" Mike threw out his body proudly.

"I don't see any mastermind around." Randall remarked.

"He's right here, genius!"

"Ooo! Excuse me, Roly. I didn't know that gumballs had brains." Randall poked Mike on the head.

"Stop that." Mike barked, smacking at his hand. The bells rang through the halls, startling Mike. Something whipped around his foot and yanked him back to the ground on his bum. "Hey!" He clenched his fists.

"See ya later, Wazowski. Gotta get to class!" Randall laughed from somewhere up on the hallway walls.

"You're gonna be sorry, Boggs! I'll show you!" Mike yelled.

"Mike?"

Mike whirled around angrily. "W ha-aahh!" He jumped back, startled to see Squishy, one of his Oozma Kappa dorm friends just standing there with a childish grin on his face. "Don't you ever have squeaky footsteps to warn people ahead of time?" Then his arms drooped to the floor. "What is it?"

"You're gonna be late for class." Squishy warned him. "Come on! Another day in Scare class! Wahoo!" He rushed away happily.

"Puh." Mike rolled his eye. "Later, Boggs." He growled.

"Hey, Mike? You coming?" Don called.

"Coming!"


Once he'd opened his textbook during class, it was easier for Mike to forget about his incident with Randall earlier. Immersing himself in his studies soothed his brain. His friend "Sully" James P. Sullivan had been hitting the books with intentional effort since their team had been welcomed back into the scare program, determined to get better grades. Some of the curriculum was still taking him a while to digest, but Mike was proud of him for working so hard instead of strutting around campus as if his looks alone had all the answers.

As the students made their ways outside heading to the cafeteria for lunch break, they noticed the emergency med team wheeling a purple, reptilian monster on a stretcher, anxiously heading for the MU infirmary. "Wonder what happened to that guy." Sully remarked.

"They seemed to be in a really big hurry." Squishy pointed out. "That means it's serious."

"Hey," Mike took a few steps forward, "didn't that look...that kinda looked like Randall, didn't it?"

"I don't know. Maybe." Sully shrugged.

"They were moving so fast, I couldn't tell." Don said.

"Excuse me, guys. I'll be right back. You all go get some food." Mike told them.

"Oh. Okay, Mike." Terri sighed. Mike headed toward the infirmary.

"Mike, where ya going?" Sully asked.

"Just wanna check and make sure it wasn't Randall." Mike answered.

"But, why?"

" 'Cause if it isn't, then I don't have to be nice to him after this morning!" Mike smiled sarcastically.

"Ahh, I get it. I'll go with ya." Sully followed.


Mike and Sully walked into the MU campus infirmary. They sauntered up to the front desk, where a pink spotted green centipede like receptionist with six pairs of eyes all looking in different directions, with a pair of glasses for each set of eyes, was typing on the computer with one slimy leg, handling the phone with the other, pulling out a fax with another, shaking dandruff sprinkles on her dessert, and brushing her yellow hair.

"Ahem. Excuse me?" Mike cleared his throat, but he couldn't even see up to over the desk.

"Ooo, yes?" The receptionist asked, looking around with her twelve eyes. "Ohh, hello, Mr. Sullivan." She grinned with yellow teeth.

"Hey there." Sully winked at her.

"Ugh." Mike facepalmed himself. "Hey! Yoohoo! Down here!"

"Where?" The receptionist frowned. "Oh." She sighed in annoyance.

"Nice to see you too." Mike huffed. "Hey, we saw that a student was brought in, like-whoosh!. Must be pretty bad, huh?"

"Oh, my, yes! There was a bad accident in the tech lab." The receptionist explained. "One of the machines crashed, and one of the students was unfortunately in its path. He's being taken to X-ray right now. Looked just dreadful, black and blue bruises all over!"

"Ooo." Sully whistled. "Ouch."

"Yikes. That's really tough." Mike gulped sympathetically.

"Mmm." The receptionist nodded. "Just a moment." The phone rang and she turned it on speaker. "Desk." She answered.

"Celestia?" A voice on the speaker replied. "We're going to need an MRI for Mr. Boggs ASAP."

"Right away!" Celestia answered.

Sully and Mike gaped at each other. It couldn't be! But there was only one Mr. Boggs in Monsters University. "And this day, just keeps getting better." Mike spoke under his breath.

"How's that?" Sully broke into his thoughts.

"What? Nothing." Mike said quickly. He suddenly felt unhappy. Why? Boggs was now a bully, just like all those other Roar Omega Roar hotshots. At least, that's what Mike kept telling himself. He'd turned his back on him, just to be with those stuck up "cool" kids! I'm not the one who should feel guilty! He quit on me!

"You wanna stick around?" Sully suggested.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well...I mean, you two were buddies before. And It sounds pretty bad. I may not like Randall, but I think I'd feel bad if he was seriously hurt." Sully admitted. Mike puffed softly.

"Yeah. Okay, I guess lunch can wait a little longer." Mike agreed and they sat on the chairs in the waiting room.


It had been forty-five minutes, and the two scaring majors were hungry. "Can I get you something?" The receptionist Celestia offered.

"Nah. I'm good." Mike waved her off, though his body argued.

"I'll take a slime juice, and a compost sandwich. Some castor chips would be nice too. Oh, and how about some of those lizard scale cookies?" Sully's eyes lit up.

"Sure. I'll get you something from the vending machine." Celestia agreed. Sully winked at her and she giggled flirtatiously. Mike was hungry too, but too proud to admit it. He clawed his fingernails into the arm of the chair, making ugly scratch marks on the seaweed green material.

I'm not worried about Randall. We're not friends anymore. I just wanna make sure he's not dead, then we can go, Mike kept telling himself. Celestia brought Sully his snacks. He grinned at her, and she blushed, batting her eyes.

"You know, I haven't seen Johnny or the other Roars here." Sully mentioned.

"Maybe they haven't heard." Mike shrugged. But yes, he'd noticed that too. They were supposed to be Randy's pals. Why weren't they here when he was down? Mike knew the Roars were bullies, and petty but were they really that cold?

Finally, a door from the hall opened and a huge orange blob in a white coat and wearing round black glasses came out with a clipboard.

"Hey, doctor!" Mike waved, before he could stop himself. "How is Mr. Boggs?"

"Are you family members?" The doctor asked, pulling his glasses down.

"No. But we're...here for him. His friends haven't shown up yet." Sully answered.

"I suppose that's okay. I'm Doctor Grime. Mr. Boggs is very lucky. He could've injured his spine!"

"How bad is it, Doc?" Mike asked.

"Well, he's suffered a concussion from when he slammed his head on the ground, being crushed under that machine. And he's broken four ribs. Some cuts on his tail, and the ugliest bruises I've ever seen! But like I said, real lucky. We're going to keep him here for at least a week." Dr. Grime explained.

"He's gonna be okay, right?" Mike spoke nervously.

"I think so, if he stays in bed." Dr. Grime nodded. "But his teachers will need to be informed that he'll be missing classes for a while."

"Right." Mike puffed a breath of relief as the doctor rolled away.

"Well, at least Randall's not goin' anywhere." Sully shrugged, also relieved.

"Yeah." Mike nodded. "Whelp, at least we don't have to worry about him harassing us around campus for a while, right?" He tried to sound cheery.

"Yeah ha." Sully gave him a high five. "Shall we go get some lunch?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" Mike agreed, though he felt slightly guilty for leaving Randall without even speaking to him, after such a close call. But, they weren't friends anymore. Mike had his friends, and Randall had his. They would look after him.


Sully and Mike quickly had lunch then returned to class. Afterwards, Sully suggested they all go to the Game Room for some chill time before dinner. "You all go ahead." Mike told them. I'll catch up. Gotta run an errand."

" 'Kay, Mike." Don smiled. They all pounced on top of Sully who charged down the sidewalk toward the Game Room, with other pedestrians cheering and laughing.

Mike waited until they were out of sight and hurried to the infirmary. He didn't want his friends to know where he was going, afraid they'd look at him as if he was crazy. When he arrived, there was a different secretary at the desk, a blue-striped, skinny girl with eight arms and monstrously curly hair. Her curls were enormous and looked as if they would pull her to the ground any minute. "Uh, excuse me?" Mike called to her.

She rose from her seat and looked down at him. "Why, Mr. Wazowski! In person!" She shrieked excitedly. "It is a real thrill to meet you! I am such a huge fan!"

"Well, nice to meet you." Mike smiled bashfully. "I came to…"

"The way you led Oozma Kappa to victory, oh! You guys really killed the Scare Games! I'm Sissy, by the way." She said flirtatiously.

"Hi, Sissy. I really-"

"Ohh! You said my name! You said my name!" Sissy jumped up and down. "Never thought it would happen! Say, you think you could convince that cute and handsome hunk chum of yours Mr. Sullivan to give me his autograph?"

"Well," Mike was growing impatient, "I can't make any promises. I'm here to visit Mr. Boggs?"

"Oh. Can't do that. He already has visitors right now. That will give us time to talk."

"Has Mr. Boggs' condition improved at all?" Mike asked.

"What, are you kidding? After an accident like his? No way! What, are you stupid?"

"Excuse me!" Mike huffed defensively. Just then, the Roar Omega Roar students shuffled out of the hallway, looking exasperated.

"Hey, guys! Where ya going?!" Randy called to them.

"To have some fun. What do you think?" Johnny answered.

"But it gets lonely in here. Would one of you mind staying with me for a little while?" Randy pleaded.

"We got more important things to do. Listen, Boggs. You're useless to us in here. Come back around when you're back on your feet. We'll go out and have a cool time then. See ya later, flunk!" Johnny smirked. The rest of his pals howled with laughter.

Mike glared at them. Before he could stop himself, he marched straight in front of them. "Hey!" He snarled.

"Well, look who it is, boys." Johnny chuckled. "The butterball champion."

"Hey, you're a real sorry bunch of fraternity brothers, you know that?" Mike hissed.

"Oh! Are we now?"

"Yeah. What kind of friends abandon one of their own when he's down on his luck? Huh? You're supposed to be a team!"

"A team don't carry around dead weight." Johnny said casually.

"Some pals you are. You're the flunks." Mike growled.

"If you're such a good friend, why don't you go tuck Boggs in under his blankies and read him his bedtime stories? Used to be roomies, weren't ya? Where's your loyalty, Wazowski? Huh?"

"What?" Mike sputtered.

"Yeah." Johnny patted him on the head like he was a child, then he and the ROR cronies left the hospital, just like that.

Mike stood there, his arms drooping at his sides. Had he abandoned Randy when they'd joined different fraternities? No! Mike had invited him to join Oozma Kappa, but no, Randy left him! He'd just had to get in with the cool kids. "Pfft. Some cool kids, huh, Randy?" Mike muttered.

"I'm sorry?" Sissy cocked her head.

"Nothing. Visiting hours are from ten to seven, right?"

"Yup."

"Thanks. What room number is Mr. Boggs in?"

"Room number five."

Mike smiled and walked down the hallway. He began sweating. This was going to be awkward. "Hey, uh, Randy? Heard you had a nasty accident. Yeah, that will work." Mike spoke to himself. "Look, how about forgetting the past and starting over fresh, huh? What do ya say? No, that's rushing it." He finally came to door number five. He took a deep breath and lightly knocked.

"Leave me alone." Randy answered sadly in a muffled voice.

"Wow. Is he...crying?" Mike's jaw dropped.

"Just...leave me alone."

Mike slowly opened the door and peeked inside. Randy was lying in a reclining position in the hospital bed, dabbing at his eyes with the blanket that covered him. Mike tip-toed in and quietly closed the door. "Hey. You okay?" He asked.

Randy's face shot up and he immediately turned invisible, but Mike could see his bottom half curling up under the blanket and suddenly the top pillow lifted then dropped onto itself, only puffier. Randy didn't want to see him, and was hiding under the pillow. "What do you want, Wazowski?" He moaned.

"I...came to see if you were alright."

"I'm just peachy. Go away! Please."

"You're not fine. I heard the exchange between you and those oh so cool Roar Omega Roar big shots. They didn't sound too cool to me, the way they treated you." Mike said angrily.

"W-what?"

"I know you think they're the big fellows on campus 'cause they're big and scary, not to mention ugly! But to me, if they're gonna act like you're nothing just because you had some bad luck...well, then they don't sound like true friends to me."

Randy was still sniffling, but he lifted the pillow off his head. He still remained invisible. "What about you?"

"What?"

"We were roomies. You said we'd be friends, Mike! Then you left me for Oozma Kappa."

"Hey, that wasn't my fault!" Mike retorted defensively. "I was kicked out of the Scare Program. I had to find a new dorm. I invited you to join us! We still could've been pals. But you decided I wasn't good enough to be with you, and you joined your cool Roar friends. Well, I don't see them here asking how you're doing, do you?" Mike crossed his arms. "But I'm here. What does that tell you?"

"Just go away, Mike. I'll tell you why you're here. To be just like everyone else and tell me what a loser I am! It's alright. I'm used to it. When I was a kid, I tried to make friends in school but they said I was a nerd, or just not cool. I've always been so uncool. I just wanted to have a real friend, but something must be wrong with me. Because...seems like everyone I try to make into a friend, they all leave me because I'm a lousy loser.

'I didn't start wearing glasses because I wanted to! I had to! I kept running into things as a kid and tripping over the stupidest things. The others would laugh at me and call me names. They called me Four Eyes and would steal my glasses then push me around.'"

"Wow. That's...terrible. I'm really sorry to hear that." Mike said softly. "But you do pretty good without your glasses now."

"My eye sight improved through the years, but I was too scared to remove my glasses. I was afraid I'd be a klutz all over again, then everyone would know and make fun of me again. I didn't want that to happen." Randy hadn't realized that he'd come back into focus. Tears were running down his face and he was clutching his droopy tail.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with you." Mike said, walking closer to the side of the bed.

"Something must be."

"Nah. People just don't understand you. Hey, I've been laughed at and overlooked my whole life!" Mike climbed onto the bed and stood.

"You?" Randy's red eyes widened.

"Sure. Why do you think I had to get Hardscrabble to wager on us winning the Scare Games? You think she actually believed for a second that I stood a chance? No way. For years, nobody's taken me seriously. All my life I've dreamed of becoming a first class scarer! And what did I get for it? Everyone saying, 'You can do it, Mike!' or 'Follow your dreams'? No. 'You, Wazowski? You're too small. You're just a squirt. You're not scary. You never will be. Dream on, little fellow. It's never gonna happen.' So, see? I didn't grow up with cheerleaders either. Heck, Sully and I couldn't stand each other when I got here. And having to stay in the same fraternity didn't change that a bit."

"What did, Mike?"

"Well, after the stuffed animal stunt, I realized something about all of us. Our differences are what makes us useful, not worthless. I showed Sully and the rest something pretty amazing. That's when we realized that it was possible to work together."

"What's this amazing thing you showed them?" Randy asked curiously.

"Oh, I can't tell you." Mike grinned.

"Oh." Randy hung his head, disheartened.

"But I can show ya some time!"

"What?"

"But first, you gotta get better. 'Cause I don't want a repeat performance of the last time I took my friends on that field trip!"

"What are ya doing, Wazowski?" Randy asked suspiciously.

"I saw the way those guys just quit on ya. That's gotta be rough. And...well, you kinda quit on me too. Alright, maybe I quit on you. But…Mike Wazowski is not a quitter! So, I decided...Johnny Hot Horn my quit on you. But I've decided that I won't." Mike said firmly.

"You...you'd do that for me?" Randy's lip trembled.

"Well, we were roomies at first, remember?" Mike smiled. "It's not too late to start over. I'm game if you are." He held out his hand. "Still pals?"

Randy stared at Mike's hand nervously. Then he looked away. "I don't know." Randy muttered.

"What have you got to lose?" Mike persisted. Randy glanced at him and smiled, grabbing his hand just like the morning they'd first met.

"Still pals."

"Once a roomie, always a roomie."

"You got it." Randy giggled.

"Dinner's at six, but I still have a little time. So, wanna see what's playing? Can't be much to do in here." Mike grabbed the TV remote.

"Sure. Hey, thanks, Mike. Thanks a lot." Randy smiled brightly. "You know, you've always been the first real friend I ever had."


Mike stayed for an hour watching the science channel with Randy, forgetting about meeting his friends in the Game Room. They talked about their best school subjects as kids, and also the countless memories of being underrated. Sully finally knocked on the door at five. He gaped, seeing Mike and Randy laughing together. "Cut it out, Wazowski! Stop making me laugh." Randy begged, holding his sore sides.

"Ahem." Sully huffed as he stepped in.

"Sully! Hey!" Mike waved. "What brings you here?"

"Looking for you." Sully said gruffly. "You said you'd meet us in the Game Room. That was an hour ago!"

"Oh, right." Mike sighed. "Sorry about that."

"Ohh, I didn't know you were gonna spend some time with your pals, Mike." Randy said dejectedly.

"Sorry, Sully. I should've told you where I was going." Mike said.

"That would've been helpful." Sully rolled his eyes. "The fellas were worried about you."

"I'll explain to them."

"How ya doing, Randall?" Sully asked.

"Lousy." Randall said sourly. Thanks to you, Sullivan! It's all your fault that I lost in the Scare Simulator. Never again, Sullivan!

"Sorry to hear that." Sully said kindly.

"Whatever." Randy looked down at his feet, crossing his arms. "I wanna rest."

" 'Kay. I'll stop by tomorrow, Randy." Mike said.

"Thanks, Mike. See you then." Randy nodded.

"Sure thing. Hang in there." Mike patted his arm.

"See ya, Randall." Sully waved. Randy puffed. "You've been visiting him all this time? Why?" Sully asked, agitated after he closed the door.

"Sully, remember how you felt when the ROARS started treating you like a sideline?" Mike replied.

"I sure do."

"Well, they're sidelining Randy, just because he's laid up. They won't even visit him."

"Ouch." Sully bit his lip.

"He's not really a bad sort. He's just had a lot of tough breaks, and no one to stand by him when they came."

"So, you've decided to give him a second chance?"

"Hey, we gave each other a second chance! Remember?"

"How could I forget?"

"Yeah. I think Randy needs that chance too."

"Maybe."

"Besides, I promised I'd help him with his studies while he recovers."

"Really? But what about our classes and activities?"

"That's no problem. I go to my classes, and our activities then come quiz Randy before dinner. See?"

"You got it all worked out, don't ya?" Sully chuckled.

"Well, I may not have the looks, but I am a master at scare tactics." Mike boasted.

"Sure you are, buddy." Sully grinned, picking him up by his head.

"Hey!"


The next day after classes, Mike came to visit Randy. "I was afraid you weren't gonna come!" Randy brightened up when Mike came in with a load of books.

"Hey, I said I'd be here, didn't I?" Mike quipped.

"Yeah. What's all that?"

"If you wanna get back in the Scare Program, my friend, then you need to buckle down."

"Yeah, well your team has a secret weapon." Randy pouted, cringing at the humiliating memory of when Sully had effortlessly outdid him in the Scare Games. And to top it off, Randy had run out of the simulator camouflaged in pink hearts!

"Yeah, I know I'm a genius." Mike shrugged. "But you don't have to keep saying it."

"That's not what I meant."

"So, how you feeling today?"

"Do I look like I just made the honor roll? How do you think I'm feeling?" Randy bristled.

"Rotten, apparently."

"You think?"

"Look, I didn't come over here to spend two hours just to listen to you mope around. We gonna do this thing or not?"

"I guess." Randy sighed. Mike helped him through some of the tougher quiz questions in his textbooks. All too soon, it was time to go. "Hey, Mike? Thanks a lot for coming." Randy said shyly. "It...gives me something to look forward to."

"Until tomorrow then!" Mike waved.


Over the next week, Mike visited Randy every day and it was almost as if they had never even been rivals. On the fifth day, even Sully came to see Randy. Randy wasn't thrilled about that. He became invisible and refused to speak to him. So, Mike did the talking. Truth was, Sully had been a bit jealous of all the time Mike was spending with Randy, but he didn't want to regress to total jerk mode and had decided to be a good neighbor about it. And the next two days, both Sully and Mike came to visit the injured monster.

Randy had a tendency to go invisible when he was feeling depressed around his new pals. "Look, stop doing that, okay? It's demeaning." Mike would groan. Sometimes Randy didn't comply right away, but when Mike just sat there glumly and deafeningly silent, also moping, Randy would break back into focus. Mike could only visit for so long, and Randy didn't want that time to be wasted.

Randy had to admit, Sully was better company than the ROAR's, who hadn't bothered to check in on him since the accident. And another thing, Sully talked to him like he was a regular guy, and not like he was a 'flunk'. As a matter of fact, he and Mike kept Randy entertained with stories about many of their mistakes, especially when they first trained with Oozma Kappa. Randy was beginning to actually look forward to Sully accompanying Mike to come see him.

Maybe the two of us aren't really that different, Randy thought to himself when he was alone. He may have looked like Big Monster on campus, but sounds like he was just as scared as I was! Who would've guessed? He was so scared...that he almost cheated in the Scare Games! James P. Sullivan cheating!

Man, am I glad he didn't do that! That would've been a rotten deal for Mike! He's worked so hard to prove himself, and to think he might've won, feeling that he accomplished his dream, only to find that...if Sully HAD gone through with his idea of cheating...Randy cringed angrily. Honestly, how do I know that Johnny would not resort to cheating?


It had been ten days since Randy's accident and he was growing restless. Mike's assistance with his studies was helping immensely and Randy felt ready to go back to class. He couldn't wait to get in there and give it a real go. Today, Mike and Sully brought a surprise to his room: the entire Oozma Kappa team came to see him and shower him with loads of get well and good luck wishes. Randy was shocked. They were supposed to be enemies, weren't they? But the Scare Games champions seemed just delighted to have another fellow in the group. By the end of the visit, Randy felt more cared for than he could remember in years.


On Randy's first day back to class, he took a deep breath and marched up the stairs into the building. He was ready for this challenge. "Hey, Boggs!" Mike nudged him. "Ready for this?"

"Yep." Randy nodded.

During scaring stance demonstration, Professor Knight had been impressed with Randy's expressions and body language. "You've come a long way, Mr. Boggs. Keep it up." He said. Randy felt like he was going to burst with joy. He glanced at Sully, Mike, and the other Oozma Kappas. They all gave him a thumb's up, or fins up.

One night, Mike and Sully snuck Randy into the Monsters Inc. industrial park, again. Mike thought it would be wiser not to drag the entire clan up this time! They reached the windows and watched in awe as their scaring heroes went into kids' doors, collecting energy from their screams. "Oh, wow!" Randy exclaimed. "This is incredible. Look at them go!"

"Take a good look, pal." Mike pointed out. "What do you see?"

"I'm not in Kindergarten, Wazowski. Your point?" Randy huffed.

"What kind of scarers do you see down there?"

"Uh...all kinds." Randy answered, befuddled.

"Exactly." Sully smiled. "All kinds, and none of them look exactly the same."

Randy peered closer against the glass. "Hey! You know what? You're...you're right!"

"We're all different." Mike simply remarked. "That doesn't make us better or worse than each other. Just different."

"Wow. Yeah, I guess it does." Randy sighed. He even noticed some of the city's largest scaring leaders wearing glasses. Why, some were even wearing hearing aids! And another had only prosthetic legs, but he charged into the child's door like a quarterback in a football game! "Hey, thanks, guys. For showing me this." Randy bit his lip to keep from crying.


2 Weeks Later

"I can't believe it! I got an A plus!" Randy breathed happily, staring down at his test paper. "I did it!"

"Hey, Boggs," Johnny sidled up next to him with his friends. "Been some time, huh?"

"I've been busy." Randy frowned.

"That was a shame about your accident. Tough luck, bud. Hey, you seem on the mend, I mean look at those grades!" Johnny drawled on dramatically. "I think you're actually getting up to par again, maybe enough to hang out back with us. Wha'dya say, Boggs old pal?"

"Sorry, fellows." Randy casually swayed down the steps away from them. "But I have better, more worthwhile things to do. A team doesn't carry dead-weight, you know?" He grinned brightly. Johnny and the other ROAR's gaped. "Hey, guys! Wait for me!" Randy called to the Oozma Kappas. They all cheered when he showed them his paper.

"I couldn't have done it without you. Well, all of you." Randy said shyly. "You're the best friends I've ever had. For real."

"You ain't so bad yourself." Sully said.

"Race ya to the Game Room?" Randy suggested.

"Aww, yeah!" The team agreed. Everyone hopped on Sully as he and Randy dashed happily across the lawns of Monsters University.

"Hey, Randy!" Mike shouted from Sully's shoulder as the lizardous monster became invisible. "No going blank on us! That's cheating!"


Well, there it is. Hope it made you smile.