Disney Princess Enchanted Tales: Follow Your Dreams Page #5

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and send her home.

You're right.

You're right.

We're just two regular joes

on our way to work.

We will blend right in.

Top of the mornin', fellas!

Hey, what's shakin',

bacon?

Did you lose weight?

Or a limb?

You have

her card key, right?

Of course

I have her card key.

I told you

I'd get her card key.

I went and got

her card key

and now I have her card key.

Okay, here we go.

Take care of yourself.

Try not to run

through any more closets.

( giggles )

Mike,

that's not her door.

What are you

talking about?

Of course it's her door.

It's her door.

No, her door was white

and it had flowers on it.

No. It must have been

dark last night

because this is its door.

( polka ousic playing )

Hey, you hear that?

Sounds like fun in there!

Okay, send me a postcard, kid.

That's Mike Wazowski, care of

22 Mike-Wazowski-

you-got-your-life-back Lane.

Mowki Kowski.

Very good.

Now bon voyage!

Bye-bye!

Come on.

Look at the stick.

See the stick?

Go get the stick!

Go fetch.

Mike, this isn't

Boo's door.

Boo? What's Boo?

That's what I decided

to call her.

Is there a problem?

Sulley, you're not

supposed to name it.

Once you name it,

you start getting attached to it!

Now put that thing

back where it came from,

or so help me...

Oh, hey!

We're rehearsing a scene

for the upcoming company play

~called Put That Thing

Back Where It Caoe Froo

Or So Help Me.

( Mike laughing )

It's a musical!

Put that thing back where

it came from or so help me

Bom-bom, bom-bom,

bom-bom...

So help me,

so help me.

And cut!

We're still working on it.

It's a work in progress

but, hey,

we need ushers.

Sulley, I've had enough.

Now say goodbye to...

where'd it go?

What'd you do with it?

( gasps ):

Where is she?

I don't believe it.

She got away

from you again?!

Well, that is just...

Wait a minute.

The sun is coming up.

This is perfect!

She's gone!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Where are you going?

Sulley, please,

don't blow this.

Not when we're so close

to breaking the record.

Somebody else

will find the kid.

It'll be their problem,

not ours!

She's out of our hair!

What are you

two doing?

They're rehearsing a play.

She's out of our hair!

Can it, Wazowski!

So, what do you think

of that kid getting out, Sullivan?

Pretty crazy, huh?

Oh, yeah, crazy.

Word on the street is the kid's

been traced back

to this factory.

You haven't seen anything,

have you?

Uh, well, uh...

No, no way!

But if it was

an inside job

I'd put my money

on Waxford.

Waxford?

Yeah, the one

at station six.

You know, he's got

them shifty eyes.

Hey, Waxford!

Sulley!

CELIA:

Michael Wazowski!

( whiopers )

Last night was one

of the worst nights

of my entire life,

bar none!

( hissing )

I thought

you cared about me.

Honey, please.

Schmoopsie, I thought

you liked sushi.

CELIA:

Sushi? Sushi?!!

You think this is

about sushi?!

Wazowski!

Michael! Mike...

Men.

( panting )

Breathe. Keep breathing.

Whew.

Yikes!

Where's the kid?

Kid? What kid?

It's here in

the factory, isn't it?

You're not

pinning this on me.

It never would

have gotten out

if you hadn't been

cheating last night!

Cheating?

Cheating. Right.

Okay, I think I know how

to make this all go away.

What happens when

the whistle blows

in five minutes?

Uh... I get a time-out?

Everyone goes to lunch!

Which means the scare floor

will be...?

Painted?

Empty! It'll be

empty, you idiot!

You see that clock?

When the big hand

is pointing up

and the little hand

is pointing up

the kid's door

will be in my station.

But when the big hand

points down

the door will be gone.

You have until then

to put the kid back.

Get the picture?

( roaring playfully )

Boo!

( giggles )

No.

Hey, you! Halt!

He's the one.

The one from

the commercial!

Affirmative.

That's him.

Can we get

an autograph?

Oh, oh, sure.

No problem.

You can make that out

to Bethany, my daughter.

Yes. Let's see....

''From your scary friend

best wishes...''

So I said,

''If you talk to me

like that again,

we're through!''

What'd she say?

You know my mom.

She sent me to my room.

See you guys later.

Take it easy.

Bottoms up!

( gasps in horror )

No!

( singing )

Whoa!

Hey.

( growling )

Oh, well, hello, there.

What's your name?

Mike Wazowski!

( oachinery pounding loudly )

( grinding and chopping )

( panting )

( ooans )

Sulley!

Oh, Sulley.

Okay, Sulley, come on, enough.

Hey, you guys seen

Sulley anywhere?

Nope. Sorry.

Oh, Sulley!

Boy, Wazowski looks

like he's in trouble.

( squeaking and quacking )

231 9!

We have a 231 9!

Oh, dear.

Get him!

Sulley?

Sulley!

( ooaning )

Sulley!

Oh, great news, pal.

I got us a way out of this mess

but we got to hurry.

Where is it?

( whiopering )

Sull, that's

a cube of garbage.

( squeaks )

Uh-oh.

I-I can still hear

her little voice.

BOO:

Mike Wazowski!

Hey, I can hear her, too.

BABY MONSTERS:

Mike Wazowski!

How many kids

you got in there?

Mike Wazowski!

Kitty!

Boo!

Boo, oh,

you're all right!

I was so worried!

Don't you ever run away

from me again, young lady!

Oh, but I'm so glad

you're safe.

My, what an affectionate father.

Actually, she's

my cousin's sister's...

Okay, Sulley.

That's enough.

Let's go.

Mike Wazowski!

Yeah, yeah.

Step aside, kid.

We're in a...

( screaos in pain )

( screaos with laughter )

( electrical buzzing )

( light bulbs shattering )

( gasping )

( baby oonsters screaoing

~ and crying )

Will you stop

making Boo laugh?

I didn't, so come on!

( screaoing and crying

~ continue )

I still don't understand.

You've got Boo's door?

I'll explain later.

Run.

Okay, let's move,

let's move, let's move.

Come on.

Oh, please be there, please

be there, please be there.

There it is!

Just like Randall said!

Randall?

Wait a minute.

( cries out in fear )

Oh, hey.

One, two, three, four!

Get the kid back

through the door!

Hey, hey.

We're going to get

our lives back.

The nightmare is over.

Hey, it's okay, Boo.

What's the matter?

Come on, it's time to move!

Mike, what are you thinking?

We can't trust Randall.

He's after Boo.

Who cares?

Let's go.

This is a limited time offer.

No, no.

I don't like this.

Look, Sulley, you wanted

her door and there it is.

Now, let's move.

No, Mike.

( sighs ):

You want me to prove

everything's on the up-and-up?

Fine! He wants the door,

I get the door...

( whispering ):

Mike, wait!

He's a paranoid

delusional furball.

Mike!

( whiopers in fear )

( whining )

Shh, shh, shh.

( soall cry of surprise )

( lunch bell rings )

Hey, Sulley,

where you been all day?

Sulley? Sulley?

Huh?

( whispering ):

Mike?

Mike?

Where are you?

You in there?

Where are you, buddy?

Mike?

Hey.

( door thunks )

( excited baby talk )

Boo, way to go.

( giggles )

It's okay.

( door clunks shut )

( pipes whistling and venting )

( distant voices )

RAND ALL:

Yes! I got the kid!

FUNGUS:

Oh, huzzah!

That's great news.

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