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Monsters, Inc. Page #5
Listen, I need a favor.
Randall was working
late last night
out on the scare floor.
I really need the key
for the door he was using.
Well, isn't that nice?
But guess what?
You didn't turn in
your paperwork last night.
He didn't... I...
no paperwork?
This office is now closed.
( Mike screams in pain )
Ready or not, here I come!
I'm getting warmer.
Any second now.
Fee fi fo...
What are you doing?!
I-I'm looking
for the kid.
You lost it?!
No, no, she was just....
( squeals )
Here she is.
( whining )
Hey, what's the matter?
RANDALL:
I already told your buddies
I haven't seen anything.
CDA AGENT:
All right. Carry on.
( splashing )
Randall!
Thank goodness!
What are we going to do
about the child?
Shh!
Shh, shh, shh.
( door slaos open )
( door slaos open )
The front page!
It's on the front page.
The child--
the one you were after.
Will you be quiet?!
Don't you think I'm aware
of the situation?
I was up all night
trying to find it.
I did a simple
calculation
factoring in the size
of the sushi restaurant.
The child
may have escaped!
Yeah, well, until
we know for sure
we're going to act like
nothing happened, understand?
You just get the
machine up and running.
I'll take care of the kid.
And when I find whoever
let it out, they're dead!
Oh!
Why are you still here?
Come on, go!
Move! Now!
FUNGUS:
Ow, ow! I'm not here.
SULLEY ( whispering ):
They're gone.
LITTLE GIRL:
Ew.
MIKE:
This is bad.
This is so very bad.
What were they talking
about a machine?
Who cares? Oh!
Look, don't panic--
all we have to do
is call her door down
and send her home.
You're right.
You're right.
We're just two regular joes
on our way to work.
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.
Hey, you hear that?
Sounds like fun in there!
Okay, send me a postcard, kid.
That's Mike Wazowski, care of
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
~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!
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
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!
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?
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!
No!
( singing )
Whoa!
Hey.
( growling )
Oh, well, hello, there.
What's your name?
Mike Wazowski!
( panting )
( moans )
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.
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!
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