The Reptile Gang

[Veg]

This is just a story I thought of. It's perfect for the Christmas holiday!

Chapter 1

It was Christmas time in Monstropolis. Everyone was running around, buying presents, decorating their houses and putting up lights. Nobody knew, but this Christmas was going to be different. It started when Mike Wazowski fell down the stairs in his apartment and broke his leg. Randall knew about
because the building Mike and Sulley’s apartment is in, is three buildings away from where he lived. He heard the ambulance sirens, and he saw the ambulance driving in front of the building and he also saw them carrying Mike out in a stretcher.
“Call Celia and tell her I won’t be at our date!”
Mike called to the paramedics. “Tell Sulley I won’t be at
work!” “Mike,” A monster called out. “Are you in much
pain?” Mike called back, “Yes! Terrible! Don’t let those kids get into the apartment!”
Even in pain, Mike was good at barking orders. He was good at barking orders. He was the head monster in the ‘Laughter of Society Endurance Recreation’. Also known as LOSER. Mike was also the
head of the potluck supper. Mike was also the director of the Christmas play. Sulley got somebody to do the Laughter Society Endurance thing and also the potluck supper, and Randall got stuck with the Christmas play.
“I can run the potluck supper with two hands tied behind my back!” Randall told his girlfriend, Kelly. “All you have to do is make sure nobody brings any meatloaf. But the Christmas play?”
He then paused. “Well, it could be my big chance. I can cancel the play and show movies.”
“Movies of what?” Kelly asked.
Randall shrugged. “I don’t know. Fungus has five big reels of Scare-stone National park.”
“What does Scare-stone National park, have to do with Christmas?” Kelly asked.
Randall’s friend, Kyle, spoke up.
“I know a good movie! I saw it in Health class. It showed a heart operation and two monsters got sick.” Kelly frowned.
“You guys think this is all a big joke, but the Christmas play is a tradition, so don’t do anything that changes everything.”
Mike called almost every day to remind Randall about what he does.
“I always start with Mary.” Mike said. “And tell everyone that Mary was supposed to be a kind, gentle female monster who should be unselfish, kind and good.”
“I know that!” Randall snapped,
wanting to get off the phone and have dinner.
“And,” Mike said, “I also tell the little kids that there are no small parts, just small actors.”
“Do know what that means?” Randall asked.
“Oh sure!” Mike said. “And I also say that Joseph is
supposed to be a monster—”
He went on and on until he got to the second Wise man when Randall said, “Mike, I have to go now, there’s someone at the door.” He then hung up.
For the next three days, Mike called and called, remind
Randall that little children monsters would be angels,
teenagers will be shepherds, adult monsters would be Wise men and about how a grown male monster should be Joseph and a grown female monster should be Mary, and Randall got sick and tired of Mike’s calls. Three nights later, Randall was walking to Monsters Inc. to prepare for the Christmas play when he stopped. On the corner of the block, were six reptilian monsters. Randall knew who they were. The Reptile Gang. They were six reptile monsters that did gang
things like graffiti, smoking cigarettes (even the girls), and talk dirty and go to wild parties and all. They were so awful, the monsters couldn’t believe they were real. Lance, Sunny, Roy, Jake, Ralph, and Melissa.
Six lean reptile monsters, all alike, except for different colors of their scales, and their height and
different black and blue places and some scars from long ago fights. Randall took a deep breath and walked forward. Two of the males, Lance and Roy, stepped in front of him.
“You gotta pay to pass this block.” Lance said. “Come on. Pay a dollar!”
Randall folded his arms. “I’m not gonna pay a
dollar just to cross here!”
“Pay up or you’ll be answering to this!” Roy said, making a fist in front of Randall’s face.
Sunny, the orange female reptile, then pushed the others away so she can stand in front of Randall.
“Just where are you going, anyway?”
“I have to do this play, so just leave me alone!”
Randall said. Sunny then looked interested.
“What’s the play about?”
Randall shrugged. “It’s only about the Nativity
so get lost and let me through!” Without waiting for an answer, he went through the gang.
Surprisingly, they didn’t moved.

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Chapter 2

At the auditorium, Randall was up on stage, trying to quiet everyone. It was a bad time to try to get everyone quiet. All the little kids were tired, and all the teenage monsters were hungry, and all the mothers wanted to go home and cook dinner, and all the fathers wanted to go home and watch the
football game on TV.
“This won’t take long!” Randall said. “We will just need to find out which parts you are and you
must be here at ever rehearsal.”
“What if we get sick?” A little monster in the front row asked. “You won’t get sick.” Randall said. “Now all the little monsters would be angels. You’ll like that won’t you?” The little monsters, age 3-6 said
yes. “We also need to find Mary, Joseph, the three Wise men and the Angel of the Lord,” Randall said. “Those are our main characters. They are not hard parts, but they must be at every rehearsal.”
“What if they get sick?” The same little monster asked.
“They won’t get sick either!” Randall said, looking a little cross. The door then opened and in came the
Reptile gang. Slinking in like a bunch out outlaws that are about to shoot up a saloon. Randall ignored them. “Now we need to have our Mary. She is supposed to be a female monster who is kind and good. Any volunteers?”
None of the female monsters raised their hands, only Sunny.
“Do you have a question, Sunny?” Randall asked.
“No.” Sunny said. “I want to be Mary and Lance wants to be Joseph.”
“Yeh.” Lance said.
Randall stared at them. It was like a detective movie where the nice gray-haired lady points a gun at the banker and says, “Give me all your money.” and you
just couldn’t believe it. Randall couldn’t believe this.
“Well,” he said. “We want everyone to have a chance to
tryout for Joseph. Does anyone volunteer?”
Nobody did.
“All right,” Randall said. “So does anyone want to volunteer for Mary?”
He tried to catch somebody’s eye.
Anybody’s eye.
“Rivera? Paula? Celia?”
Nobody volunteered to be the Wise Men either except Roy, Jake and Ralph. So there Randall was with a play with the main characters as the Reptile Gang. There was only one main role left, and only one member of the Reptile Gang left. And it took no genius to
figure out Melissa was going to be the Angel of the Lord.
“What do I have to do?” Melissa asked.
“You visit the shepherds and tell them the good news.” Randall explained. At once, all the teenagers began to fidget, knowing the only good news from
Melissa would be a smack in the jaw. One yellow monster with fins and sharp teeth, raised his hand.
“I can’t be a shepherd, we’re going to Philadelphia.”
“Why didn’t you say before?” Randall asked.
“I forgot.” A green teenage monster with horns and three eyes said, “My mom doesn’t
want me to be a shepherd.”
“Why not?” Randall asked.
The teenager shrugged. “I don’t know. She said, ‘Don’t be a shepherd’.”
One teenage monster was honest.
“Melissa hits too hard.”
“Why Melissa isn’t going to hit anyone!”
Randall said. “What an idea! The angel just visits the
shepherds and tells them the joyous news.” “And hits
them!” Someone said. Deep down, Randall knew he was right. He could just picture Melissa whamming shepherds left to right, but he said it was perfectly ridiculous.
“Nobody is gonna hit anyone!” Randall said. “No shepherds may quit.”
He gave a hard stare at the little monster in the front row and added, “Or get sick!”
The next day, all anyone could talk about was the fact that a reptile made other reptiles Mary and
Joseph and all. Some say it wasn’t fair that reptiles get to be the main characters. Others said it was sacrilegious that a gang gets to be Mary, Joseph and the rest. When Mike heard about it, he almost fell out of bed, traction bars and all.
“I feel personally responsible!” He moaned. “Whatever
happens, I take the blame. If I hadn’t let Lizard Boy run the show, this wouldn’t have happened! You can never tell with these lizards!” And that made
Randall so mad, he couldn’t see straight. “You can never tell with lizards! That...that...ugly little zit! He must be surprised that not all famous monsters are not reptiles. Well, let me tell you—”
“Don’t tell me!” Kyle said. “I’m on your side.”
“I am just saying that Mike isn’t the only one who can run a play!” Randall said. “Since I was assigned to this, I wanted this to be a normal Christmas play, but now I’m gonna make this the best Christmas play ever! After all, those reptiles raised their hands and nobody else did! So that’s that!!!”
And it was.

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Chapter 3

The next rehearsal was as much fun as a three hour ride on a school bus. But this rehearsal was different. Everyone hushed up and waited until the gang came. They came ten minutes late and sat on the back row and put their feet on the chairs in front of them. Randall started to separate shepherds and
angels but he ran into trouble.
“Who were the shepherds?” Jake asked. “Where did they come from?”
Ralph didn’t know what was a shepherd.
“What’s an inn?” Roy asked.
“It’s like a motel.” George said. “Where people stay over for the night.”
“Why?” Lance asked.
“What happened first?” Sunny called out. “Begin at the beginning!”
That really scared Randall because the beginning would be the book of Genesis where it said, “In the beginning...” and if they had to go through the whole bible, they will never get through. So Randall decided to go through the story of Christmas. He began in the first Chapter of Luke.
“ ‘Joseph and Mary, his espoused wife, being great with child—’”
“Pregnant!” Lance called out. Everyone began to laugh.
“That’s enough Lance!” Randall snapped. Randall continued the story.
“What’s that?” The gang shouted if they didn’t understand a word and when Randall got to the part where there was no room in the inn, Sunny’s jaw dropped. “My Gosh! Not even for Jesus?”
“Well nobody knew that the baby was gonna be
Jesus.” Randall said.
“You said Mary knew!” Lance said. “Why didn’t she told them?”
“I would have told them!” Sunny snarled. “Boy, would I have told them! What was the matter with Mary, not saying she was pregnant and all?”
“What was that they laid the baby in?” Jake asked. “That manger. Is that like a bed? Why would they have a bed in a barn?”
“That’s the point.” Randall said. “They didn’t have a
bed. What would you do if you had a baby and no bed to put him in?”
“We put Melissa in a bureau drawer.” Roy said.
“Well, there you go.” Randall said, blinking a little. “You
don’t have a bed for Melissa, so you put her in a bureau
drawer.”
“Oh we had a bed.” Lance said. “But Ralph
wouldn’t get out of it. He didn’t liked Melissa.”
Randall frowned.
“What were the wadded-up clothes?” Jake asked.
“The what?” Randall stared at him.
“You read about it.” Jake said. “‘She wrapped him in wadded-up clothes.’”
“Swaddling clothes!” Randall sighed. “Long ago, people
wrapped their babies in big pieces of material so they
wouldn’t move a lot. It made the babies feel warm and
comfortable.”
Sunny got excited. “You mean, they chained
him up and put him in a feed box?”
“And lo,” Randall went on. “The angel of the Lord came upon them. And the glory of the Lord shone round about them and—”
“SHAZAM!”
Melissa shouted, standing up in her chair and flinging her arms out.
“What?” Randall stared at her.
“Out of the black night with horrible vengeance the Mighty Marvo—”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Melissa.” Randall said. “This is the angel of the Lord who comes to the shepherds and—” “Out of nowhere, right?” Melissa said. “In the black night, right?”
“Well...” Randall looked unhappy. “In a way.”
Melissa sat back, looking satisfied.
“Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem,” Randall read on. “Behold, there came the Wise Men from the East to
Jerusalem saying—”
“That’s you Jake.” Lance said. “And
Roy and Ralph, so pay attention!”
“What were the Wise Men?” Ralph asked. “Were they like school teachers?”
“No dumbbell!” Roy said. “It’s like the president of the United States.”
Randall was surprised. “Well, not exactly. They were
kings.” He continued on. “They saw the young child with Mary, his mother, and fell down to worship him, and
presented unto him gifts: gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.”
“What’s that stuff?” Jake wanted to know.
“Precious oils.” Randall said. “And fragrant resins.”
“Oil!” Sunny hollered. “What kind of a king hands out oil for a present?!”
Then they came to King Herod and the Gang
never heard of him either, so Randall had to explain that it was Herod who sent the Wise Men to find the baby Jesus.
“Was it him that sent the crummy presents?” Ralph wanted to know.
“It’s worse than that.” Randall said. “He wanted to
put the baby Jesus to death.”
“My gosh!” Sunny said. “He was just born and they wanted to kill him?”
The gang then wanted to know all about Herod–what he looked like, and how rich he was, and wether he fought with other people.
“Who’s gonna be Herod in this play?” Jake asked.
“We don’t show Herod in the play.” Randall said, and the gang got mad. They wanted somebody to be Herod so they could beat up on him. Randall couldn’t understand the Reptile gang.
You would have thought the Christmas story came out of the F.B.I. files. Wanted a bloody end to Herod, worried about Mary having the baby in a barn, and called the Wise Men a bunch of dirty spies. And they left the first rehearsal arguing about whether Joseph should have set fire to the inn or chased the innkeeper into the next county.

[RandallBoggs]

This is pretty good Veg. Your getting allot better with you writing, Kudos ^_^

Speaking of specials....
I was thinking of doing one of my own this break.

[Veg]

Here are the next two chapters for the story! Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 4

When Randall got home, Kyle called to find out what
happened.
“Well,” Randall said through the phone. “How
would you feel if you never heard the Christmas story and somebody told you about it. What would you think?” There was a long pause.
“Well,” Kyle’s voice came from the other side of the line. “I’d think it was pretty disgraceful that they
couldn’t find room for a pregnant woman expect for in the barn.” “You’re right.” Randall said. “It was disgraceful. Although I never thought about it. I just imagined a nice warm barn with the warm hay and all the animals breathing. Well let me tell you...”
He told Kyle what had happened.
He then sighed. “I suppose those guys have a good goal to follow.” “I don’t think so.” Kyle said. “According to you, their main goal is to burn Herod alive.”
“No.” Randall said. “Their goal was to get Mary and the baby out of the barn. Even so, it was Herod they wanted to do away with and not Mary and Joseph. They picked out the right villain so that must be something.”
“Maybe so.” Kyle said. There was a pause. “Is that what happened to Herod? What did happened to Herod anyway?”
Randall didn’t know. He never thought much of Herod. He was just a name in the Bible.
Herod the king.
The next day, Sunny grabbed Randall.
“How do you get a book out of the library?” She asked.
“You have to get a card.” Randall said.
“How do you get a card?” Sunny asked.
“You have to sign your name.” Randall said.
“Does it have to be your name?” Sunny said.
Randall shrugged. “Sure. They need to know who has the books out.” That same day, the Reptile gang entered the library, went up to the front desk and said they wanted a library card. Normally, when monsters tell the librarian, Ms. Caroline, that they wanted a
library card, she gets this big smile and says,
“Good, we want everyone to get a library card.”
But she didn’t said this to the Reptile Gang. She just asked them why they wanted library cards.
“We want to read about Jesus.” Sunny said.
“Not Jesus.” Jake said. “The king who wanted to kill Jesus, Herod.”
Later, Ms. Caroline said she was a librarian for 24 years and loved every minute of it because every day brought something new and different.
“But I might as well retire.” She sighed. “When Sunny said they wanted to read about Jesus, I knew I had heard everything in the world.”
At the next rehearsal, Randall tried to get through it but the Reptile Gang wanted to rewrite the whole story and hang Herod for the finish. They just couldn’t stand it that he died in bed of old age.
“It wasn’t just Jesus he wanted to kill.” Lance said.
“He killed loads of people.” “He even killed his own wife!” Ralph said. “And nothing even happened to him!” Sunny grumbled.
“Well, he died, didn’t he?” Waxford said.
“Maybe he died a horrible death. What did he die of?”
Lance shrugged. “It didn’t say. Flu, I guess.”
They were so mad, everyone thought they would quit, but they didn’t.
Since the gang never went to church or read the Bible, they didn’t knew how the characters were supposed to act. Sunny for instance, didn’t knew that Mary was supposed to be quiet, dreamy and out of this world. The way Sunny did it was like Mrs. Muscle at the pizza factory. Mrs. Muscle is a huge fat monster with a skinny husband and nine children and she yells and hollers and hugs her kids and slaps them around.
That was how Sunny’s Mary was—loud and bossy.
“Get away from the baby!” She shouted at Lance, and she made the Wise Men keep their distance.
“The Wise Men want to honor the Christ Child!” Randall said for the tenth time. “They don’t want to harm him for heaven sakes!” But the Wise Men didn’t know how to act, and nobody blamed Sunny for shoving them away. You got the feeling that these Wise Men are gonna hurry to Herod and squeal on the baby
out of pure meanness. They thought about it too.
“What if we didn’t go home another way?” Jake said. “What if we went back to the king and told on the baby—where he is and all.”
“Then he will murder him.” Lance said. “Old Herod will
murder Jesus.” “He will not!” Sunny said, her eyes blazing.
Another thing that was bothering Randall was that they didn’t had a baby Jesus, and you couldn’t have a Christmas play with the chief character missing. They had lots of babies offered in the beginning—from Eugene Jensen who was so new, he was still red, to Carl Slope who was almost two years old. (His mother said he could scrunch up). But when all
mothers found out the play was directed by a lizard and the main characters were lizards, they withdrew their babies. Randall called everyone he could think of, trying to get a baby, but no mother wanted a lizard handling their babies.
Randall finally found a female lizard named Beatrice, who kept foster babies.
“I’ve got a darling little boy right now.” Beatrice told Randall. “He’s three months old and so good, I
hardly know he’s in the house. Of course he’s a slug monster. Does that matter?”
“No!” Randall said, relieved he had a baby at last. “It doesn’t matter at all!”
But Beatrice’s baby was adopted two weeks before Christmas and Beatrice said she didn’t like to ask to borrow him right away. So that was that.
“Listen,” Sunny said. “I’ll get us a baby.”
“How would you do that?” Randall asked.
“I’ll steal one.” Sunny said. “There are always two or three babies in carriages in the supermarket while their mothers are looking at something else.”
“Sunny, don’t be ridiculous!” Randall said. “You
can’t just walk out with somebody else’s baby! We’ll use a baby doll. That will be easier.”
Sunny looked pleased. “A doll can’t bite you.”
Which was proof that the Reptile gang had started out mean, straight from the cradle.

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Chapter 5

The last rehearsal was on the day before the potluck supper and when Randall got to Monsters Inc., the cafeteria was filled with monsters in aprons, running around carrying pots, pans and making apple pie for dessert. “I’m sorry about this,” one monster told Randall. “But with some much to do at this time of year, the committee decided to do the supper on this day. I hope we don’t bother you.” “Oh no.” Randall
said. “We won’t be in the kitchen. You won’t even notice we are here.” He was wrong. Everybody in the end of town will know they are there before the afternoon was over.
“Now this will be a dress rehearsal.” Randall told everyone in the play, and right away, six little monsters said they forgot their wings, half of the choir forgot their robes and Ricky said he didn’t have any costume at all.
“Wear a bathrobe.” Waxford told him. “That’s what I do.” “I don’t have a bathrobe.” Ricky said. “Then what do you have?” “A bunch of underwear that my Aunt Sally always sent and I never wear them.”
“Don’t worry about your costumes.”
Randall told them. “The main point of the dress rehearsal is to go through without stopping. I’ll sit in the back and you guys have to pretend that I’m the audience.” But it didn’t worked that way. The baby angels came in at the wrong place and had to go back out again, and the whole gang of shepherds
didn’t come in fear of Melissa, Sunny couldn’t find the baby Jesus doll, and wrapped up a great big memorial flower jar in the blanket, and then dropped it on Lance’s foot. Half of the choir sang “Away in the manger” while the other half sang, “O, Little town of Bethlehem.” So they had to start over a lot.
“I’ve got the baby here!” Sunny barked at the Wise Men. “Don’t touch him! I named him Jesus.”
“No, no, no!” Randall groaned. “Now Sunny, you know Mary doesn’t say anything in the play. Nobody says anything except the Angel of the Lord and the choir singing carols. Mary, Joseph and the Wise Men make a lovely picture for us to see and think about Christmas!”
Randall then noticed the studs on Sunny’s fronds. “Sunny, you know Mary never wore studs.”
“I have to wear these.” Sunny said.
“Why?” Randall asked.
“I got my fronds pierced, and if I don’t keep something in them, they’ll grow together.”
“Well, they won’t grow together in an hour and a half.”
“No, but I better leave them in.”
She pulled on her fronds which made Randall shudder. It was like looking at the pictures of National Geographic with the Natives who have
their ears stretched down to their shoulders.
“Well, what did the doctor say about leaving something in them?” Randall asked. Sunny looked confused. “What doctor?”
“Well, who pierced your fronds?”
“Melissa.”
That made Randall really shudder. The thought of Melissa piercing fronds! She might have used a needle or something.
“All right,” Randall sighed. “But we’ll find something more suitable for it. Now lets start again and go
right—”
“I think I ought to tell him what his name is.” Sunny said.
“No!” Randall groaned. “It wasn’t Mary who named the baby.”
“I told you!” Lance said, pound Sunny on the back. “I named him!”
“Joseph didn’t named the baby either.” Randall said. “An angel told Mary what to name him.”
Sunny sniffed. “I would have named him Bill!”
“What angel was that?” Lance asked. “Was it Melissa?”
“No.” Randall sighed. “Melissa was the angel who brought the shepherds the good news.”
“Yeh.” Melissa said. “‘Unto you a child is born!’”
“Unto me!” Sunny snapped. “Not them! ME! I’m the one with the baby!”
“No, no, no!” Randall sat down in the front row and sighed. “It just means Jesus belongs to everybody. Unto ALL of us a child is born. Now lets take it from the top and—”
“Why didn’t the angel let Mary name her own baby?” Sunny demanded. “What did the angel do? Just walk up and say, ‘Name him Jesus’?”
“Yes.” Randall said, because he was in a hurry to finish. By that time, everyone was hot and tired
and most of the little Monsters had to go to the bathroom, so Randall decided to take a five minute break.
“And then we’ll start over!” Randall said, looking sort of hopeless. The five minute break was a big mistake because it went to fifteen minutes and Sunny spent the whole break smoking cigarettes in the girl’s room. Then Mrs. Ann, a blue elephant-like monster, went into the girl’s room and opened the door, smelled something funny and saw smoke. So she ran out and
called the fire department. The choir was practicing “Angels We Have Heard on High” when the fire department came, herded everyone out and ran in with a long hose. The street was full of baby angels crying, and shepherds climbing over the fire trucks, and neighbors coming to see what was going on, and Sulley running in the streets in his wooly bathrobe.
Nobody knew what happened, not even the Reptile Gang, but they must have known it was all their fault, so they just left.
Later, Randall asked Mrs. Ann why did she called the fire
department.
“Because the girls room was full of thick smoke!” Mrs. Ann said.
Randall shook his head. “It couldn’t have been. You just got excited. Didn’t you know it was cigarette smoke?” Mrs. Ann stared at him. “No, I didn’t. I don’t expect to find cigarette smoke in the girls room!”
She whirled around and marched back to the
cafeteria. But by that time, the cafeteria was fuller of smoke than the girls room, because while everyone was milling around in the streets, the apple pie burned up. Of course, the potluck committee was mad, Mrs. Ann was mad, most of the baby angel’s mothers were mad because they couldn’t find out what happened, and when Mike heard it, he was mad as ever because he knew Randall or the Reptile gang must have
done something to start the fire. Mike got on the phone from the hospital and called up everybody he could think of.
Sulley came to see Randall.
“I can’t make heads or tails out of it! Some monsters say they set fire to the girls room. Some monsters say they set fire to the kitchen. One lady told me
that Sunny threw a flowerpot at Lance. Mike said all they talk about is sex and underwear.”
“That was Ricky talking about underwear and not the Reptile gang.” Randall said. “And they
didn’t set fire to anything. The only fire was in the cafeteria when the apple pie burned up.”
“Well,” Sulley looked unhappy. “The whole city is in an uproar. Do you think we should cancel the play?”
“Of course not!” Randall snapped.
By then, he was mad too. “This is gonna be the best play ever!”
“Maybe so.” Sulley said. “I’m just hoping nobody is
coming to see.”
But he was wrong. Everybody came.
To see what the Reptile Gang would do.

[yoruhoshi]

Yay. I'm going to download it all onto my computer and read it then.

[lizardgirl]

I like where this is going! It's quite a flowing piece of writing, and your original characters have good, fixed personalities. I'm looking forward to reading about the play and seeing how it goes!

[RandallBoggs]

Heh heh this is good! ^_^
Ha!

"....Oh right...I'm not religious but this is good heh heh"

[Veg]

You can see in Chapter 4 on how monsters can be such racists to scaley monsters. When Randall was trying to find a baby Jesus for the play and the mothers withdrew their babies when they found out Randall was directing the play and reptiles are the main characters.
*shakes head slowly*
Ignorant monsters.

[RandallBoggs]

Well that's life for ya...
Speaking of which. When is your dragon story coming up again?

[Veg]

Oh it will be coming along. I hadn't gotten into it because of school and not allowing to go into the web unless it's vacation or the weekend.

[RandallBoggs]

Yeah. School is hectic for ALL writers...
Pfft...^_^

[Veg]

All right! Last final chapter. Sorry it took so long and I'm sorry Christmas passed. But here it is.

Chapter 6

On the night of the play, Randall forgot to make his dinner.
Kyle said it was all right. “When it’s all over, me, you and Kelly and go out and have hamburgers.” But Randall said when it was all over, he’s gonna go somewhere and hide.
“We never went through the whole thing!” He groaned. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen! This could be the first play where Joseph and Wise men fight, and Mary runs away with the baby!”
At Monsters Inc., it was the usual big mess. Monsters are bumping into each other and tripping on each other’s feet to get to seats, baby angels getting poked in the eye by other baby angel’s wings, and grumpy shepherds stumbling over their bathrobes. The spotlight swooped back and forth and up and down around the auditorium until it made you sick to your stomach to look at it, and the monster playing
“Away in a Manger” played it so high, it sounded
like a closet full of mice. Randall sat in the front, waiting nervously. Kyle looked behind him.
“Looks like Mike is gonna watch too.”
“WHAT?!” Randall turned and saw Mike Wazowski in a wheelchair with a cast on his foot.
Randall moaned. This was getting worse and worse!
Finally, the play started. The choir sang “Away in a Manger” while the lights dimmed and candles were lit. The spotlight focused on the star on top of the barn. Then the choir hummed “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem” and they had to keep on humming until Mary and Joseph came. But they didn’t. So the choir hummed and hummed and hummed until it sounded like an old refrigerator. Randall looked to the side door and saw Sunny and Lance standing with this uncertain look on their faces, like if they were wondering if they were
in the right place. Randall made a hand signal to let them know they need to go on stage. After Sunny and Lance got on stage, Sunny patted the baby doll on the back. Kyle nudged Randall.
“Do you think the baby Jesus had colic?”
“I don’t see why not.” Randall replied. The choir sang,
“While Shepherds watched over their flocks by night.”
They had to sing really loud because the shepherds came in banging their crocks like a bunch of hockey sticks. Next came Melissa, from behind the choir, pushing monsters out of the way and stepping on everybody’s feet. Since she was the only one in the pageant to say something, she made the
most of it.
“Hey! Unto you a child is born!”
And all the shepherds trembled, sore afraid—of Melissa mainly, but it looked good anyway. Then came three carols of angels.
Randall went backstage to lead the baby angels across the stage, but most of them got so nervous and cried and forgot where they were supposed to go and bent their wings in the door and things like that. The girls got a little rest then while the boys sang,
“We Three Kings of Orient Are,” and
everybody in the audience shifted to see the Wise Men
march up the aisle.
Randall squinted. “What the heck do they have?” Whatever it is, it was heavy because Jake
almost dropped it. He didn’t have his frankincense jar and Roy and Ralph didn’t had their gold and myrrh. Randall’s eyes widened when he saw what it was.
It was a ham from the Monstropolis food baskets. It still had the ribbon around it, saying Merry Christmas. Jake dropped the ham in front of the manger. It looked funny to see a ham there instead of the fancy bath-salt jars. When the choir sang,
“What Child Is This?” the Wise Men were supposed to confer themselves and then leave by a different door, so everyone can understand that they were going home another way. But they didn’t. They just sat there.
“They’re ruining the whole thing!” Randall heard somebody whisper. Randall thought for a moment. Instead of ruining, the Reptile gang were doing things that came naturally. Burping the baby for
instance, and thinking a ham is a nicer present than perfumed oil.
Usually by the time they reached “Silent Night,” which
was always the last carol, Randall was fed up with the whole thing and couldn’t wait for it to be over. But he didn’t feel that way this time. He almost wished the play could continue, with the Reptile gang in charge, to see what else they would do that was different. Maybe the Wise Men would tell Mary about their problem with Herod, and she would tell them to go back and lie their heads off. Or Joseph might go with them and get rid of Herod once and for all. Or Joseph and Mary might ask the Wise Men to take the baby with them, figuring that no one would think to look there.
While the choir and audience sang “Silent Night,” Randall looked over at Sunny and nearly fell to the ground with shock.
Sunny was crying.
In the candlelight, her face was shiny with tears and she didn’t even bother to wipe them off.
She sat there—awful old Sunny—crying and crying and
crying. When it was over, monsters stood around in the
foyer of Monsters Inc. talking about what was different this year. There was something special, everyone said—they couldn’t put their finger on what.
Mike said, “Well Mary had a black eye. But what can you expect?” He meant that it was usual for a member of the Reptile gang to have a black eye. But nobody actually hit Sunny. She just walked into the corner of the choir-robe cabinet in a daze. After a little
while, the foyer was empty with only Randall, Kyle and
Kelly in.
“Well, that’s that.” Kyle said. “All over.” He stared at the thing in Randall’s arm. “What’s that?”
“It’s the ham.” Randall said. “They wouldn’t take it.” When they came out into the cold night, Randall thought about the Angel of the Lord—Melissa, with her skinny legs under her robes, yelling at everybody,
“Hey! Unto you a child is born!”

THE END


There. All finished!

[RandallBoggs]

This was a interesting story, mixing of bit of myth with Mon ^_^