Happy Birthday Randy Boggs!

"Happy Birthday Randy Boggs!"


Mike was not grown specifically for ladder climbing, but there is no arguing where chores are concerned. Sulley would never clean the attic. To lazy. Instead, Mike can do it when Sulley is not here. There can be no quarrel.
With great difficulty managed to climb the ladder and catch the edge of the loft. At the moment, the ladder is leaned out.
- What the ...? No! Help! Sulley! Yeah, he’s not home ... damn! – he pulled himself up. - Well ... we can use our innate intellience and solving skills! We are looking for something up here, which can catch the ladder! Need to be sorted anyway!
Nobody was on the attic for a long time. Dust flew everywhere in the sunlight, which were coming through the skylight, and spiderwebs were linked to the carton mountains. Mike put aside a few boxes, sneezed one, but no broom, nor hooked things. He was at the bottom of a pile of boxes, when he bumped into something. It was not a cardboard box. A student lockbox, which had his name on it.
- Well! My college chest! I knew I gathered my treasures somewhere!
Nostalgic smile as he opened the box. If someone unfamiliar look to it, he says this is trash. But every piece was a treasure for Mike. The university little flag. Sticker and card collections. Chocolate paper.
- Hehe ... this chocolate is not produced since years! How much an original package worth, I wonder? Or the sportscards?
He came the bottom of the box ... and found two things that made him a little upset. A video tape. The university's stamp on it, so he stole it. Or he forgot to take it back. "Undead Humans Attack in Alaska" B-category horror movie. A large envelope that is distinctively bulged. Mike took off cautiously, knowing the content of it, is fragile. He sighed when he found the huge, thick-framed glasses. The wearer should be nearly blind without them. In addition to the glasses was a letter, writed with pen:

„For My Best Friend
Mike Wazowski
Who Made Me Believe
In Myself!
Please do not ever forget me!

Your Eternal Friend:
~ Randy Boggs”

A lump rose in his throat, he could not swallow.
The first day he entered the college, he made a friend. A very nervous, shy boy who was incredibly talented. But just so afraid of the world that he do not even noticed his talent. Huge glasses he wore, a sweater, made by his mother and dreamed that one day he will be counted among the cool kids. Then suddenly disappeared. Only the glasses hung in the air.
- WOW! This is cool! - Mike gasped.
- What?
- You are invisible, man!
- What? NO! It happened again!
- What's wrong with you? This is awesome! Gee! You should do more!
The guy's jaw dropped and shyly blushed when he became visible again.
- M-more? Why? You think, it’s not… funny?
- Are you kidding? You will have a straight path into the scarers!
- Really... you think so?
- I’ll be an egg if not! Only those glasses! Forget it! It does not wanish with you and do not take offense, but you have big funny eyes with it!
Randall Boggs was difficult to get rid of his glasses. He wore it for a half year after this. Then came the birding and Randall realized that without glasses, the girls like him better. Mama's sweater was also replaced by a student jacket. In addition, during the summer break, "Randy" grow in size. Mike was beside him, like a tiny green egg. Elongated like a rubber and spent some time in gymn. The girls came more and more. Especially as he learned to control the invisibility.
Then came the break. Mike was still struggling for self-control, whe he remembered. School can leave scars in the heart, not just memories.
Randall was invited to the "cool" club. The „popular” guys, who were loved by the girls and teachers predicted a good future for them. The low point of their friendship was, when Randall forgot his own birthday-party. Mike got it all. He took the funniest movie of the University TK. Acquired cookie, Randall's favorite, and wrote on them that "Happy Birthday Randy Boggs". He was in Randall’s room for all night, waiting for his friend to come in. But Randall did not come. It was late after midnight. Then 1am, dawn. Mike just sat and waited. Then, around four in the morning, Randall came. He was half-drunk, laughing uproariously, confetti was in his coat and neck and a half bottle of whiskey was still in his hand. When he saw the picture and realized what is it ... he was like a statue. Even his color became gray.
- Mike... what are you...?
- Happy Birthday...
- Look... I... the boys organized a big party! There was all the cool girls...
- Yeah, I’m not invited into those...
- Mike...
- Goodnight Randy... hope you partied well...
- Mike... wait!
Mike left. He slept in the stundent’s leisure room. He heard that Randall pommel his head into the door, apparently still drunk, but Mike tried to sleep.
And then... they parted. There were no more common learning, even card-collecting. In the dining room they did not sat next to each other. Then, when Sulley became his friend, Randall downright hated him. He thought Mike had betrayed him. After that Sulley accidentally ruined Randy’s exam and his new friends laughed at him. When they met at work ... that was no longer Randy Boggs. He still remembered that day. When he saw Randy, he would jumped out of his skin in happiness.
- Randy! Randy Boggs! This is incredible! You're going to work here?
- Hmm ... a flea coughed or Sullivan’s little buddy spoke?
- Randy ... is everything okay? It’s me! Mike Wazowski!
- I'm not blind! I see that you are ... and I see you're still Sullivan’s rib! Obviously pay... for the little ones!
- Look ... Randy ...
- Do not call me Randy!!! For you, it’s „Randall”! Or „Mr. Boggs”! Only my friends can call me Randy!!
- Hey! Look! I know that the school had a few bad things. I'm not comfortable either! But we're adults! What if we start with a clean page?
Randall grimaced. It was... a scary smile. In old times, Mike found his smile funny. Now it was like one of those bear traps that humans pack in the woods.
- Okay! Let's start with a clean page! Like we do not even know each other!
- Rand--
- Mr. Randall Boggs, scarer - introduced himself, with unfriendly tone. - And I have nothing to say to an assistant! Get your ass to work! Some floors needs to be cleared somewhere for sure!
He left. From there, this was their relationship like. Randall stepped over to the other side and each time they met, he humiliated or assaulted Mike. The locker room was not a safe place any more, and do not even talk about the dinning room.
Mike sighed and grabbed the chest.
- I get this downstairs. Who knows... maybe I could sell some cards to a collector!
- Mike? Mike!
- Sulley! Up here!
A giant, blue furred monster was looking up from the living room. Beside him was the fallen ladder.
- What happened?
- I was looking for something, but this damn ladder has fallen! Get me out of here!
- Do not worry... just a minute and I bring you down!
- There is a chest that should be taken down. Hold it!
- Whoa! This is the college chest!
- I would like to sell a few things on the net!
- You do not want to sell your sports card, do you?
- What do you care? If I do not bring it down, you wouldn’t even look for it!
Thus passed the afternoon. At the evening Sulley was called back at the firm because of some disaster broke out in the laughter-hall, which requested the presence of the boss. Mike spent his night at home, alone.

Monstropolis Prison. Otherwise known as the Maw. Could not often see in the news. It was similar to the human Alcatraz. It was on an island, a pleasant sight from the city, but no one ever looked over and it was not on postcards. Maybe it's because the inmate had an impact on the building's aura as well. The dangerous monsters were kept here. Those monsters, who don’t use their frightening abilities in the human world, but rather here at home, to the detriment of other monsters. Murderers and robbers. The most corrupted monsters who could be found in the world. Always unfriendly wind blowing around the gray walls, as they loomed menacingly, like the building itself would be a monster. Tonight perilous storm sprung up around it. A high wind whipped the waves and lightning crashed one after into the lightning rods.
Inside, the light was gone. Just the generators were running the emergency lighting. Bill Horton guard commander’s robust shape, painted sharp horns and eerie shadows on the wall. The young, rookie guard would be very happy if this is not his first night. Jackson Linch was hunk. Bright, yellow-haired, one-eyed monster, and he had a few small horns at the top of his forehead. When he graduated at the police, he have not yet thought, that he will guard the strictest prison int he monster world. Especially not in the restricted section at night. He was thankful for being a partner of the guard commander. He could not imagine that there is a monster who dares to knit into Bill Horton. He was a robust, black and red monster, with two large, sharp horns on his head.
- Well, rookie! Since this is your first night, we start with a nice field trip! A good guard must always know who he guards! If you know the weaknesses of your enemy, that’s half the win!
- Aye, aye, sir! - Another thunderstorm. Jackson winced.
Horton saw that the guy is nervous, so he put his arms around his shoulder as encouragement.
- Never fear, kid! These are the lowest monsters of the world! Behind grids, and glass! They can not lay a finger on you!
They set out the dark, only lit by a few streaks of light in the gray concrete corridor. Right and left, grids, or plexi-glass in the closed cells. At first it was like a zoo. All glass and grid was big enough to see all points in a cell. Meanwhile, Horton was a tour guide.
- Wernon Bulk! You must have heard about him! He robbed three banks, cutting through the concrete foundations with his bare fists and dug below! During the robbery he ate three or five security guards! Two commandos were sent out to arrest him!
Jackson swallowed shocked as they walked forward.
- Jack Riggs! He used his fire-breathing ability to cause fires all around the Island! Fired ten shops, a museum and a local police station! He was arrested then! The stupid animal does not have foreseen that the assault squad had fireproof equipment.
The next cell was cloesd with plexiglass instead of grids. Jackson has been observed that the prisoners in each cell have developed their own little thing off like a dorm room. This one was different. Not only on the wall was no girlfriend’s pictures and letters, but newspaper articles. The pictures presented leaders of the Monsters Inc. Michael J. Sullivan and Mike Wazowski smiling and waving at the camera. However, almost every picture was scratching out the eyes.
- Randall Boggs! - Horton continued. - Attempted murder of his colleagues, assault, robbery, kidnapping, conspiracy, industrial espionage… he is a real little devil! He was brought back from the human world, because his last victims had sense and kicked him out on a Closet Door! He was sent to the right place! The family, he was sent to, believed he is an alligator and beaten him unconscious with a shovel! After two weeks in hospital, they brought him over to the jail!
- What does he do? I do not see him anywhere ...
Horton stepped to the cell and beat the glass with the baton.
- Boggs! Show your ugly face! I told you: not winning my heart with this trick!
Nothing.
- Boss?
- My sweetheart can disguise himself, like a chameleon. - Horton looked around the walls of the cell. – Other monsters use ability like this to be funny! Randall does not. He uses it to sneak behind you and break your neck! See this? - Horton showed a scar on his neck. - The first day he tried to fuck with me and sneak out disguised! When caught, he twisted around my neck and wanted to cut my throat with a shard! I twisted his carcas out and throwed back to the cage! This is how you do it! Take note! We do not make it easy on these guys!
Horton was tired of the hide and seek and turned on the plexiglas’s heat-tracker camera functions. Blue light bloomed across the room, except for the still warm bed, some food and items. However, nothing else.
Horton became upset and reached for the baton on his belt. Then he opened the door with his card on the side of the visor. They entered the cell and locked the door behind them carefully and looked around. Even the air did not move, which would have indicated the prisoner's breathing. The dinner remnants were lying just beside the bed.
Guard Commander Horton was froze when he looked at the dinner. There were two boxes, which were forbidden to be imported. Ice cream.
- Get out immediately!
It was too late. Horton's head banged hard on the corner of the bed and sprawled like a sack. Jackson dropped the baton in fright and tried to run out, but then an invisible thing was wrapped around him. He felt slimy, scaly skin and cold. This invisible, cold something, squeezed him until he fainted from air-loss.
Randall got rid of the cell's pattern.
- Huh ... I will be throaty for a couple of days. - Laughed. - I have not had so much ice cream even as a kid! But it was worth it to finally bash you in the head, Horton!
Stole the key card, slipped out of the cell, and then closed it behind him. Then turned off the light. If he is lucky, only the guard shift will find these two in the morning. He observed a few days ago that a new guy will bring the food. He played the innocent prisoner's figure and begged some ice cream for himself. "I miss it so much ... I want to eat it again!" Had to sweat a bit with it, but it worked. He got what he wanted. Since he was here, he was thinking of a way to beat the heat camera in his cell. The security guards were not stupid. They did know that he want to use his skills for a possible escape, so he got personalized cell in the the „popular” section. Their effort was commendable.
- Well... if you have no other comments, I go! - Randall's overlooked in the hallway. – I have a long-delayed appointment!
He cheered inside, that he did make the escape at this very day. His calendar was strictly circled. No, not for some sentimental reasons. Just because it is the perfect timing.
When he was at one of the emergency exit doors and underneath the rocks in the stormy wind just whipped up the sea, stretched out as long as he could.
-           Happy Birthday to myself! - Laughed.
The sea is stained quite dangerous, but he is reptile or what. He glided underwater smoothly like a ribbon. After about half an hour, the seabed rose and he walked out on the Monstropolis Beach. He layed there for a few minutes in the sand because he never was a winning swimmer champion. This half-hour swim easily drained his strength. Luckily, the night is still young. Got plenty time, to make it to the „appointment”.