Wrong Door

                                    

                                          
Mike's legs were still wet, and he was trailing toilet paper behind.
                          
As Sam held Boo, he said, "This is bad. This so very bad."
                          
"What were they talking about a machine?" Sulley questioned.
                          
"It doesn't sound good," Sam uttered, holding Boo close.
                          
"Who cares?, Oh," Mike moaned.
                          
"Look, don't panic-all we have to do is call her door down and send her home," Sulley told them.
                          
Mike finally pulled the toilet paper off his foot.
                          
"You're right, you're right," Mike said, "We're just three regular Joes on our way to work."
                          
"Think it will work?" Sam asked, worriedly as she looked down at Boo.
                          
"Yeah, we will blend right in," Mike confirmed. Sam hid Boo behind her back as they walked onto the scare floor.
                          
"Top of the mornin' fellas!" Sulley almost shouted to the entire scare floor.
                          
"Hey, what's shakin' bacon?" Mike asked Needleman and Smitty.
                          
"Did you lose weight?, Or a limb?" Sulley asked someone.
                          
"You have her card key, right?" Sam whispered to her short friend.
                          
"Of course, I have her card key," Mike said, "I told you I'd get her card key," Mike continued, "I went and got her card key, and now I have her card key."
                          
They walked over to their station and Mike swiped the card. Sam had put Boo on the ground and held her hand. The number for a door appeared on the small box, and Mike breathed, "Okay, here we go."
                          
"Okay, take care of yourself. Try not to run through anymore closets," Sulley told Boo as the door was brought down to the ground. Boo giggled at Sulley and the door was not Boo's door.
                          
"Mike, that's not her door," Sulley told him, when he saw the door.
                          
"What are you talking about?" Mike questioned, "Of course it's her door. It's her door."
                          
"Mike, her door is white with flowers on it." Sam told him, angrily.
                          
"No, it must of been dark last night, because this is it's door."
                          
He opened the door and polka music was playing through the door. "Hey, do you hear that?, Sounds like fun in there!. Okay, send me a postcard, kid. That's Mike Wazowski, care of twenty-two Mike-Wazowski-you-got-your-life-back Lane," Mike remarked.
                          
"Mowki Kowski," Boo mispronounced.
                          
"Very good," Mike remarked, "Bon voyage. Bye-bye!, Come on!" Boo looked up at Sulley and Sam, with a look on her face that said 'Is he crazy?'
                          
"Look at the stick," Mike kept talking, picking up a stick, "See the stick?" he threw the stick into the room, and said, "Go get the sticks! Go fetch!"
                          
Sam walked up to the door, and shut it closed.
                          
"Mike, this isn't Boo's door," Sulley announced.
                          
"Boo?, What's Boo," Mike asked.
                          
"That's what decided to call her," Sam answered, glaring at Mike, "Is there a problem?"
                          
"Sam, Sulley, you're not supposed to name it," Mike told them, a bit harshly, "Once you name it, you start getting attached to it!"
                          
Sam looked down at Boo and saw her looking right at her. Then, they turned back to the other two.
                          
"NOW PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM, OR SO HELP ME-" Mike boomed, attracting A LOT of attention. He noticed everyone was staring, and he said, "Oh hey!" Sam quickly put Boo behind her. "We're rehearsing a scene for the upcoming company play called Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me." Mike laughed, "It's a musical!"
                          
"Indeed," Sam said, "It's rock the house!"
                          
"Put that thing back where it came from, or so help me," Mike sang. Sulley started to make up a tune for the so called, 'Musical' as Mike continued to sing, "So help me, so help me."
                          
"And cut," Sam said, "We're, uh, still working out the kinks."
                          
"It's a work in progress but, hey, we need ushers," Mike pointed out.
                          
Everyone went back to work.
                          
"You two, I've had enough!, Now say goodbye to...where'd it go?" Mike asked, "What'd you do with it?"
                          
Sam looked behind her and saw Boo was GONE.
                          
"Where is she?" Sulley asked.
                          
"I don't believe it," Mike stated, "She got away from you two again?!, Well that is just..."
                          
"Boo?" Sulley and Sam questioned, starting to look around for Boo.
                          
"What a minute," Mike said.
                          
"What?" Sam asked.
                          
"The sun is coming up. This is perfect!" Mike said, happily, "She's gone!"
                          
But...Sulley and Sam were worried for Boo. They both got up and ran back out of the scare floor. Mike followed them, saying, "Hey, hey, hey, hey. Where are you going?"
                          
He grabbed Sulley's tail and Sam's tail, and said, "My friends, please, don't blow this. Especially, when We're are so close to breaking the record!, Somebody else will find the kid!, It'll be their problem not ours!" He tried pulling them back into the scare floor. "She's out of our hair!"
                          
Sulley bumped into something. Randall. He was Sulley's fur color! Blue with purple spots! "What are you three doing?" Randall asked as Mike let go of the couples tails. He turned back to his normal colors.
                          
"They're rehearsing a play!" A scaring assistant said.
                          
"She's out of our hair!" Mike sang again.
                          
"Can it, Wazowski!" Randall ordered, pointing the newspaper, he had hit Fungus with at him. Mike did as he was told.
                          
"Thank you," Sam muttered.
                          
"So, what do you think of that getting out, Sullivan, Samantha?" Randall questioned, his scary demeanor going away. He stood straighter and crossed both sets of his arms. "Pretty crazy, huh?"
                          
"Oh, yeah, crazy," Sulley said.
                          
"Unbelievable," Sam added.
                          
Randall started to say, "Word on the street is..." Sam didn't hear the rest of what he said, as She saw Boo standing about twenty feet behind him.
                          
"No, no way!" Mike lied, standing in front of Sulley, "But, if it was an inside job, I'd put my money on Waxford."
                          
"Waxford?" Randall asked.
                          
"Yeah, the one at station six," Mike informed.
                          
"He does have those shifty eyes," Sam told Randall.
                          
"Hey, Waxford!" Randall shouted to get his attention. He walked away from the trio.
                          
Sulley and Sam ran towards where Boo was just a few moments ago.
                          
"Sulley! Sam!" Mike exclaimed, running after them.
                          
"Michael Wazowski!" Celia shouted.
                          
"Angry girlfriend, faster!" Sam told Sulley as they increased their speed.
                          
"Last night was one of the worst nights in my entire life, far none!" Celia told Mike. Sam heard the echo of Celia's hair hissing. Then Sam heard, "SUSHI!?, YOU THINK THIS ABOUT SUSHI?!"
                          
"Come on!" Sulley said, as he and Sam ran down the halls.