Monsters University

The movie opens with a group of young monsters on a bus.

Kids: (Singing) ...head bone. The head bone's connected to the... horn bone. The horn bone's right above the... wing bone.

As the bus enters through the gate, and pulls a stop, the kids rush to get out.

Kid: (After roaring at her friend) I scared you!

Kid: No you didn't!

The teacher managed to make her way off the bus.

Mrs. Graves: Okay, remember our field trip rules, everyone. No pushing, no biting and no fire breathing. (One young monster blew fire at his running friend.) What did I just say? (She began to count the students.) ...18...19... Okay! We're missing one. Who are we missing? (She flinched as she heard a knock on the closed school bus door.) Oooh! Mike Wazowski...

The door opened, and a young one eyed, and very short, monster appeared.

Young Mike Wazowski: Thanks, Joe! Good luck finishing your crossword puzzle.

Mike glanced around trying to figure out how to get down. The step was pretty high for such a small monster. He finally managaed to slide down.

Mrs. Graves: Sorry, Michael. ...I didn't see you.

Young Mike Wazowski: That's okay. When I was on the bus, I found a nickel! (He pulls out a nickel the size of his lone pupil.) I wish I had pockets.

Mrs. Graves: Hey, everyone! Partner up! Get your field trip buddy.

Mike looked around as everyone began to partner up.

Young Mike Wazowski: Jeremy! You and me? (The other monster turned away.) Okay. No biggie. (A purple monster walked in front of him.) Haley? No? Partning up with Player? Great choice! She's a good egg. (A larger blue monster appeared.) Ruussseeell. Mike? Wazowski? (The monster continued to have a blank look.) We carpool! We're cousins... (An orange monstered approached Russel, and they both walked away.) Okay! Good catching up!'''

Mrs. Graves approached Mike, who looked downtroddened.

Mrs. Graves: Well, Michael. Looks like it's you and me again.

Young Mike Wazowski: (He gave a nervous chuckle as he took her hand. Ahead of them, Mike saw the rest of the kids way ahead of them.) Come on, Karen, we're falling behind.

Mrs. Graves: (With a sarcastic chuckle.) Please don't call me Karen.

Monster Inc. Worker: Now, stay close together. (Behind the worker, the kids were bouncing around. He glanced to the kid bouncing next to him.) We're entering a very dangerous area. Welcome to the Scare Floor. (The kids gasped once the saw the area.) This is where we collect the scream energy to power the WHOLE world. And can anyone tell me whose job it is to go get that scream?

Kids: (All at once.) Scarer's!

Monster Inc. Worker: That's right! Now, which one of you can give me the scariest roar?

The kids each yelled ecitedly. Many of which were, "Me! Me! Me!" But one small green monster was bouncing around in the back trying to be heard.

Young Mike Wazowski: Ah! Sir! Right here! Little green guy at 2 o'clock!

Several kids started to roar.

Kid: Like this! (He roared.)

Young Mike Wazowski: Hey guys, watch this one! (Several kids were roaring over him.) Hey, I got a really good one. (Another kid roared.)

Mike suddenly roared. Several kids turned to him in awe. He smiled at finally being heard. Only to slowly turn around and saw what made them stare in awe.

Young Mike Wazowski: Woah...

One of the Monsters Inc. scarers walked over to the kids.

Frank McCay: Well, hey there kids! Are you on a tour with your school?

Kids: Yeah!

Mrs. Graves: Yes. We're here to learn about scream energy and what it takes to be a scarer.

Frank McCay: Well, hey, you're in luck. Because I just happen to be a scarer. I learned everything I know from my school. (He flipped his hat around, and everyone saw MU on it.) Monsters University. It's the best scaring school there is.

He was interrupted when another scarer grabbed his hat.

Scarer: You wish! (He looked at the kids.) Fear Tech's the best.

'Frank McCay': (Laughs.) Okay. You guys watch us and tell me which school's the best. Alright? (He leaned towards Mike, and pointed to the MU on his hat.) MU is!

Mike was about to follow the scarers, but a hand blocked him.

Monster Inc. Worker: Oops! Stop right there. Don't cross over that safety line. (He pointed to a sigh which depicts human children being dangerous,) Human children are extremely toxic.

Kid: Look at that!

The kids start to push forward, sending Mike towards the back.

Young Mike Wazowski: Woah! Hey, guys! Watch the eye! Ow! (Mike tried to see over the kids. All he saw was a door being lowered.) Excuse me! Fellas! How about we do tallest in the back? (He peeked under a monsters legs.') 

Kid: Look! He's gonna do a real scare!

Kid: Cool. I want to be a scarer.

Kid: Yeah, me too!

Young Mike Wazowski: Come on, guys! I want to see!

Kid: (Pushing Mike away.) Out of the way, Wazowski. You don't belong on a scare floor.

Mrs. Graves: Brian. Do not step over the line.

Kid: Mrs. Graves. Michael went over the line.

Mrs. Graves looked towards the scare floor.

Mrs. Graves: (She screamed at seeing Mike.) Michael!

But Mike was too enthralled to see. He watched as the scarer opened the door to a child's bed room. He crept in just as the door closed. From the shadows, he watched the scarer sneak around. The parents opened the door, and both young monster and scarer hid.

Mother: See? I told you he's fine.

Father: I thought I heard something.

With the door closed, Frank McCay went back to his task. Mike watched in awe as Frank made the child scream in terror.

'Frank McCay': (With his task done, he walked out the door, then closed it. Only to see a whole bunch of monsters staring in horror.) What? (He looked down at his tentacles, and saw Mike. A wide smile was glued to the young monsters face.) 

Monster: Are you alright?

'Frank McCay': (He approached the kid, who backed away.) That was real dangerous, kid.I didn't even know you were in there. Wow. I didn't even know you were in there. (He took off his hat, and placed it on Mike's head.) Heh, not bad, kid.

Frank gave Mike a wink.

Mrs. Graves: Michael! What do you have to say for yourself?

Young Mike Wazowski: How do I become a scarer?

A bus pulled to a stop.

Bus Driver: Monsters University! Anybody getting off?

A much older Mike grabbed his bags, and leapt from his seat.

Mike Wazowski: Well, everyone, I don't mean to get emotional. But everything in my life has lead to this moment. Let it not be just the beginning of my dream, but the beginning of ALL out dreams. (He looked at a female monster with large glasses,) Gladys. Promis me you'll keep auditioning. Marie. Mr. Right is out there somewhere. Phil! Keep using the ointment 'til that thing goes away. I wish you all the best. Thank you all so much!

Everyone just stares at him.

Bus Driver: I'm welling up with tears. Now get off!

Once off the bus, and the bus drives away, Mike entered MU with a smile on his face.

Mike Wazowski: Hello! How you doing? (He laughed as a large monster jumped over him, and threw a frisbee.) Okay. First thing on my list: Get registered.

J.B. Alrey: Hey there, freshman! I'm J.B. Alrey, and I'm here to say registration... (He pointed in a direction.) ...is that a way!

Mike Wazowski: Okay, Jay.

J.B. Alrey: Have a great first day!

Mike appraoched the registration booth.

Kay: Hey, I'm Kay! Here's your orientation packet.

Mike Wazowski: Thanks, Kay!

Kay: You cand drop your bags out here and get your picture taken with Trey!

A moment later, and Mike was getting his picture taken.

Trey: Say hooray!

Mike Wazowski: Hooray! (A moment later, and he was looking at his ID. Only the top of his head was visible.) I can't believe it... I'm officially a college student!

Faye: Okay, everyone, I'm Faye! And I'll be giving you your orientation tour on this perfect day. (Once inside, Faye continued her tour.) Here are the labs where students learn to design and build the doors to the human world. (A suited monster entered one of the labs.) Looks like a professor's about to test a door.

Mike was disapointed that the door test only had the professor peeking in, then close it. A moment later, they were touring the cafeteria.

Faye: The MU cafeteria serves a full buffet''. (Her voice trailed off as the camera zoomed around the cafeteria.) ''The campus offers a wide variety of major's, but the crown jewel of MU... is the scaring school.

Mike stood there staring at the school, even after Faye and the rest of the tour left.

Debate Team Monster: Welcom to the debate team! We're happy to have you! (The monster had two head, which started to debate with her.) I disagree for the following reasons. True happiness isn't theoretical... (She trailed off, and we cut to Mike who was walking through the different booths.

Astronomy Club Monster: Hey there! Keep your eye... on the sky. At the astronomy club!

Improv Club Monster: Hey, hey, hey! Come join the improv club! You'll wish you were never always... (Slaps himself.) Ah! Dang!

Claire Wheeler: MU Greek Council! We sponser the annual Scare Games.

Mike Wazowski: (He snatches a paper from the booth.) The 'scare what' now?

Brock Pearson: (He punds his fist against the table.) The Scare Games! A super intense scaring competition!

Claire Wheeler: They're crazy dangerous. Anything could happen.

Brock Pearson: A bunch of guys went to the hospital last year!

Claire Wheeler: You could totally die.

Brock Pearson: (Slams fist down again.) And it's worth it! You get a chance to prove that you are the best!

Mike Wazowski: (Looks at the Scare Games flier. He whispers.) Cool.

Clerk: Wazowski. Room 319. (Mike takes the keys.) You know, you're roommate is a scaring major too.

Mike gasped at that, and quickly made his way towards his room. Room 319.

Mike Wazowski: Hello! I'm your roommate! Oh, that's too bland. Don't force it. Just let it happen. (He reached his new room.) Your lifelong best friend... is right behind this door. (He took a deep breath, and opened it. Only to gasp.) '''

Randy Boggs: (Snakes up to Mike from the shadows, but when he's revealed, he had large glasses on.)  Hey there! I'm your roomie! Name's Randy Boggs! Scaring major.

Mike Wazowski: Oh, what a... Mike Wazowski! Scaring major.

Randy Boggs: I can tell we're gonna be best chums, Mike. Take which ever bed you want. I wanted you to have first dib.

Mike Wazowski: (Gasps as Randy suddenly vanished. His glasses floated in mid-air.) You just disappeared?

Randy Boggs: (reappearing.) Sorry. If I do that in scaring class, I'll be a joke.

Mike Wazowski: No! I-it's totally great! You got to use it!

Randy Boggs: Really?

Mike Wazowski: Yeah, but loose the glasses. They give it away.

Randy Boggs: Uh? (He took off his glasses, but appeared to have trouble seeing. It also gave him an evil look.)

Mike Wazowski: Okay! Unpack. Check! (He checked on the item on his list.) Hang posters. Check! Now I just need to ace my classes. Graduate with honors. And become the greatest scarer ever.

'''Randy Boggs. '''Boy. I wish I had your confidence, Mike. Aren't you even a little nervous?

Mike: Actually... (He picked up his old MU at, and looked at it.) ...no. I've been waiting for this my whole life. (He walked over to the window, and looked out.) I just can't wait to get started.

It was now morning, and the first bell of the first day of school just rang.

Slug: (Hearing the bell rang.) Ah, man! I can't be late on the first day! (He started to run, but didn't get very far.)

Mike: (Once inside the scaring school, his eye lit up with awe.) Wow.

Mike jumped into a chair, but didn't notice the size different between him and the other studens. But the ones beside him did.

Monster: You gotta be kidding me.

Randy: I'm so nervous!

Mike: Relax. It'll be fine.

Prof. Knight: Good morning, students! Welcome to scaring 101. I am Professor Knight. Now, I'm sure all of you were the scariest monster in your town. Well bad news kids. You're in my town now. And I do not scare easily. (He gasped as sunlight suddenly shot in his face. A monster suddenly spred its wings, and flew down from its positon on the window. Once it landed, Knight got a better look at the arrival.) Dean Hardscrabble. This is a... pleasant surprise.

Mike: (Whispering to Randy.) She's a legend. She broke the all time scare record with the scream in that very can.

Dean Hardscrabble: (She gently plucked a piece of dirt from the scream canister.) I don't mean to interrupt. I just thought I'd drop by to see the... terrifying faces joining my program.

Prof. Knight: Well, I'm sure my students would love to hear a few words of... inspiration.

Dean Hardscrabble: Inspiration? Very well. Scariness... is the true measure of a monster. If you're not scary... what kind of a monster are you? (It looked as if she looked right at Mike, who only stared at the woman.) It's my job to make great students, great. Not make mediocre students, less mediocre. That is why at the end of the semester, there will be a final exam. Fail that exam, and you are out of the scaring program. (Mike grew wide eyed, while the other students gasped and whispered to each other.) So, I should hope you're all... properly... inspired.

The Dean flew around the room, then finally flew out the window.

Prof. Knight: Alright, alright. Who can tell me the properties of an affected roar? (Mike raised his hand.) Yes?

Mike: There are actually... five. Those include the roar's residence. The duration of the roar. And the...

He was interruped by a loud roar from the doorway.

Sulley: Oop. Sorry. I heard someone say roar so, I just kinda went for it. (He made his way through the students.) Ooh, 'scuse me. Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you there. Hey, how you doing?

Prof. Knight: Very impressive. Mister...?

Sulley: Sullivan. Jimmy Sullivan.

Prof. Knight: Sullivan? Like... Bill Sullivan? The scarer?

Sulley: Yeah. He's my dad.

Many people gasped at that.

Prof. Knight: I should've known. I expect bug things from you.

Sulley: (In a country accent.) Welp. You won't be disappointed.

Mike: Um, I'm sorry. S-should I keep going?

Prof. Knight: Nah, nah... Mr. Sullivan's covered it. (Sulley gave him a wink and clicked his tongue. Knight chuckled at that.) Everyone take out your scaring textbooks and open them to chapter 1.

Sulley: Hey, bub, can I borrow a pencil? Forgot all my stuff. Ah. (He took the pencil, and used it as a toothpick.) Yeah, there we go. That'll get it.

Mike just narrowed his eye at that.

Randy: C'mon, Mike. It a fraternity and sorority party.We have to go!

Mike: We flunk that that scaring final, we are done. I'm not taking any chances.

Randy: You got the whole semester to study, but this might be our only chance to get in good with the cool kids. (He pulled out a tray of cupcakes with smily faces and glasses on them.) That's why I made these cupcakes. Oops. (one cupcake was upside down, which he fixed.) That could've been embarassing.

Mike: When I'm a scarer, life will be a nonstop party. Stay out of trouble, wildman.

Randy: (Laughing.) Wildman.

Mike: (A strange creature is being raised up to is open window.) What the...? (The creature is thrown into the room, and starts to run every where.) Ah!

Sulley: (Suddenly appearing in the open window.) Archie!

Mike: (Screaming.) Ah!

Sulley: (He screamed as he tumbled in from the window. Archie jumped on his stomach.) Oof!

Mike: Hey! What are you...

Sulley: Shhh! Shhh!

Mike: Wait...your shushing me? Hey, hey! You can't... (Sulley clamps his large paw over Mike's mouth.)

Outside the window, several monsters stood. 

Monster: Where did he go?

Monster: He's dead meat!

Monster: He's in big trouble.

Sulley: (Chuckling.) Fear Tech. Dummies. (Realizing that Mike couldn't breathe due to his large paw over his mouth.) Oh, sorry about that, buddy.

Mike: Why are you in my room?

Sulley: Your room? This is my... (Realization hit him as he got a better look around the room.) This is not my room. Archie! Come here, boy.

Mike: Archie?

Sulley: Archie the scare pig. He's Fear Tech's mascot.

Mike: Why is it here?

Sulley: (Trying to hold in his laughter.) I stole it.Gonna take it the roar.

Mike: The what?

Sulley: Roar Omega Roar? The top fraternity on campus? They only accept the highly elite. Okay. I lift the bed, you grab the pig. 1, 2...

Mike: (backing away.) What? No...

Sulley: ...3. (He pushed Mike under the bed.) Don't let it go! Careful, he's a biter.

Mike: Ah. (Mike screamed as the pig dragged him from under the bed.)

Sulley: Woah! Hey! (The pig crawled around Sulley.) Woah! (The pig rushed up a dresser.) I got him! Woah! (The dresser fell on Sulley, who only laughed.) That was awesome! What am I doing. (He extended his hand to Mike.) James P. Sullivan.

Mike: (He took the hand, and shook it.) Mike Wazowski. Listen it was great delightful meeting you, and whatever that is. But if you don't mind... (He opened the door.) ...I have to study my scaring.

Sulley: Oooh, you don't need to study scaring, you just do it.

Mike: Really? I think there's is a little more to it than that. But hey, thanks for stopping by. (Archie grabs Mike's beloved hat and takes off.) Ack! Let go of that! (The animal dives out the window.) My hat!

Sulley: My pig! (They start to chase the pig down the street.) Hey! C'mere!

Mike: Hey! Catch it! Come back here!

Mike jumps and lands on top of the pig.

Sulley: Yeah! Ride him!

Singing Monster: Tentacles and serpents...

He gets stepped on by a running Sulley.

Mike: Woah!

Randy: (He was at the party, and held a tray of cupcakes.) Cupcake?

Mike: Got it! (Mike yelled as the trap he set worked.) Woohoo!

Sulley: (He picked Mike and the pig up.) Fear Tech's mascot! MU rules!

Jaws Theta Chi Member: Did you see him catch that pig? You are Jaws Theta Chi material, freshman.

Omega Howl Member: No, no, no! He's an Omega Howl, guy.

Jaws Theta Chi Member: Back Off! We saw him first!

Omega Howl Member: Now way! We did!

Johnny Worthington: I'll take it from here, gentlemen. Johnny Worthington. President of Roar Omega Roar. What's your name, big blue?

Sulley: Jimmy Sullivan. Friends call me Sulley.

Chet Alexander: That guy's a Sullivan? Like a famous Sullivan? I can't believe it! That is crazy!

Johnny Worthington: Chet. Calm down.

Chet Alexander: I'm sorry.

Johnny Worthington: Sulley. Any freshman with the guts to pull off a stunt has got future scarer written all over him.

Mike: Hey, did you see me ride the pig? That took guts.

Chet Alexander: Slow down, squirt. This party if for scare students only.

Johnny Worthington: Oh, sorry, killer, but you might want to hang out with someone a little more your speed. (He sees something just past Mike.) They look fun.

Don Carlton: Well, hey there! Join Oozma Kappa?

Squishy: We have cake!

A monster suddenly eats the cake.

Johnny Worthington: Go crazy.

Mike: Is that a joke?

Johnny Worthington: Ah, Sulley, talk to your friend.

Sulley: Well, he's not really my friend, but sure. (To Mike.) You heard him. This is a party for scare students.

Mike: I am a scare student.

Sulley: I mean for scare students who actually, you know, have a chance.

Chet Alexander: Ahhhhh, snap!

Mike: My chances are just as good as yours.

Sulley: Your not even in the same league as me.

Mike: Just wait, hotshot. I'm gonna scare circles around you this year.

Sulley: (Laughing.) Okay. I'd like to see that.

Mike: Oh, don't worry. (He turned away, and placed his hat back on.) You will.

Prof. Knight: Ready postion. Common crouch. I want to see matted fur and yellow teeth. Basic snarl. Show me some slobber! Drool is a tool, kids. Use it. (He paused by Sulley.) Now here is a monster who looks like a scarer. (He turned away, and continued down the line.) You want a hope of passion...

Mike: (He tossed a bal in the air while studying.) Give me another one!

Randy: Fear of spiders?

Mike: Arachnophobia.

Randy: Fear of thunder?

Mike: Keraunophobia.

Randy: Fear of chopsticks?

Mike: Consecotaleophobia. What is this? Kindergarten? Give me a hard one.

Cheerleaders: Go Monsters U! You know what to do!

Mike: The answer is C. Fangs.

Prof. Knight: Well done, Mr. Wazowski.

Mike: A bowl of spiders!

Prof. Knight: Correct!

Mike: A clown running in the dark!

Prof. Knight: Right again!

Mike: Warts, boils and moles. In that order!

Prof. Knight: Outstanding!

After days of studying and tests...

Prof. Knight: Ogre slump. Zombie snarl. Dominant silver back gorilla. That is some remarkable improvement, Michael. (With Mike still in his Gorilla pose, Knight walked over to Sulley. Who only did the same roar he usually does.)  One frightning face does not a scarer make, Mr. Sullivan.

Mike gives Sulley a point and clicked his tongue.

Mike: A thousand grimaces with extra slobber!

Randy: You got it!

Mike: That's what I'm saying!

Sulley watched as the two entered the school

Sulley: I'm gonna wipe the floor with that little know-it-all.

Johnny Worthington: Yes, you are, big blue.

Sulley: (Johnny pulled Sulley's jacket away from him.) Hey, wait, what are you gonna...?

Johnny Worthington: It's just a precaution. ROR's are the best scarers on campus, Sullivan. Can't have a member getting shown up by a beach ball.

Sulley saw Mike walking up the stairs to the school.

Mike: Hoohoo! I am on a roll!

Sulley: I'm gonna destroy that guy.

Johnny Worthington: Well, then, you'll get this back right away. It's time to start delivering... on that Sullivan name.

Prof. Knight: Today's final will judge your ability to assess a child's fear, and perform the appropiate scare. In the scare simulator. (Behind him, the wall opened up, and they saw it looked like a child's bedroom. Knight pointed to a small panel.) The child's sensitivity level will be raised, from bed wetter to heavy sleeper. So give it everything you've got. Dean Hardscrabble is with us this morning to see who will be moving on in the scaring program, and who will not. (The Dean ran a gently dusted off her canister, then glanced at the kids.) Let's get started. I'm a five year old afraid of spiders and Santa Claus. Which scare do you use?

Monster: Uh... (Hardscrabble flew around the room and startled him.) That's the seasonal creep-in crawl?

Prof. Knight: Demonstrate. (He watched as the monster did the seasonal creep-in crawl.) Results will be posted outside my office.

Mike: Focus. Johnson crackhorn howl. Yes. (Sulley walked past him, and knocked his books over.) Hey. Do you mind?

Sulley: Don't mind at all.

Randy: (Watching as Sulley practiced his roaring next to them.) Mike... let's just move.

Mike: (He began to pick up the books Sulley knocked over.) Stay out of my way. Unlike you, I had to work hard to get into the scare program.

Mike started to walk away, but paused at Sulley's next words.

Sulley: That's because you don't belong here. (Mike's eye widened, then he turned around and roared at Sulley. But flinched when Sulley roared back.) That's what I thought.

They tossed roars back and forth, steadily getting louder. Until Sulley tripped over one of the fallen books, and began to fall backwards. Until he pumped into the Dean's beloved Scream Canister. It fell onto the ground, and a powerful scream exploded from it. The canister flew around the room. Once it rolled to a stop at the feet of Sulley and Mike, the Dean landed hard behind them. She picked up the destroyed canister, and walked past the duo.

Mike: I'm so sorry...

Sulley: I-It was an accident.

Dean Hardscrabble: What? This? My one souvenir from a lifetime of scaring. Accidents happen, don't they? Important thing is, no one got hurt.

Mike: You're taking this remarkably well.

Dean Hardscrabble: Now, let's continue with the exam. (She approached Mike.) Mr. Wazowski. I'm a five year old girl on a farm in Kansas afraid of lightning. Which scare do you use?

Mike: (Slowly.) Shouldn't I go up on...

Dean Hardscrabble: Which scare do you use?

Mike: That is a shadow approach with a crackle holler.

Dean Hardscrabble: Demonstrate.(Before he could do anything, she waved a hand.) Stop. Thank you.

Mike: But I didn't get to...

Dead Hardscrabble: I've seen enough. (She turned to Sulley.) I'm a seven year old boy... (Sulley suddenly roared.) I wasn't finished.

Sulley: I don't need to know any of that stuff to scare.

Dean Hardscrabble: That stuff would've informed you that this particular child is afraid of snakes, so a roar wouldn't make him scream, it would make him cry. Alerting his parents... (She circled Sulley like a predator.) ...exposing the monster world, destroying life as we know it, and of course, we can't have that. So, I'm afraid I cannot recommend that you continue in the Scaring Program. Good day.

Sulley: Wait, what? But I'm a sullivan.

Dean Hardscrabble: (She didn't bother to look his way.) Well, then. I'm sure your family will be very disappointed. (Sully stormed off after sending a hard look to Mike.) And Mr. Wazowski? What you lack, is something that cannot be taught. You're not scary. You will not be continuing in the Scaring Program.

Mike: Please... let me try the simulator. I'll surprise you!

Dean Hardscrabble: Surprise me? I doubt that very much.

Professor: Welcome back. I hope everyone had a pleasant break. Some say that a career as a scream can designer is boring. Unchallenging. A waste of a monsters potential.Open your text books to chapter three. We will now plunge into the rich history of scream can design.

Mike looked at his classmates, only to see Sulley a few chairs away. Said blue furball crushed his scream canister. Mike narrowed his eye.

Once he reached his room, a frustrated Mike threw his book at a poster, only to see teh Scare Games flier he forgot about. He quickly grabbed it and rushed out the door, where Sully stood.

Mike: Out of my way! (He pushed past Sulley and ran down the hall.) Coming through! Sorry!

Clarie Wheeler: Welcome to this year's Greek SCare Games kick-off!

Brock Pearson: Yeeeah! (He screamed in a microphone.)

Claire Wheeler: Okay, relax. We have a special guest. The founder of the Games. Dean Hardscrabble.

The Dean walked up to the microphone.

Dean Hardscrabble: Good afternoon. As a student, I created these games as a friendly competition. But be prepared... to take home the trophy, you must be the most fearsome monsters on campus. Good luck.And may the best monsters win.

Brock Pearson: Alright everybody! We're closing down sign-ups, so we'll see you all...

Mike: (He threw up his hands and interrupted Brock.) Wait! I'm signing up!

Claire Wheeler: Uh... you have to be in a fraternity to compete.

Mike: Behold! The next winning fraternity of the Scare Games, the brothers, my brothers... of Oozma Kappa! (He pointed to the strange looking members of his new fraternity.)

Squishy: Hi!

Dean Hardscrabble: (She made her way off the stage, and headed for Mike.) Mr. Wazowski... what are you doing?

Mike: You just said the winner are the most fearsome monsters on campus. If I win, It means you kicked out the best scarer in the whole school.

Dean Hardscrabble: That won't happen. (She turned her back to him, but paused at his next words.)

Mike: How about a little wager? If I win, you let me back in the Scaring Program.

Dean Hardscrabble: (She slowly turned around.) And what would that prove?

Mike: That you were wrong.

Dean Hardscrabble: Very well. If you win, I will let your entire team into the Scare Program. (She walked closer to Mike.) But, if you loose... you will leave monsters university.

Mike: (He looked down as he thought about it, then looked back at the Dean.) Deal.

Dean Hardscrabble: Now... (She turned around.) ...all you need to do is find enough members to compete.

Mike: We need six guys, right?

Brock Pearson: Sorry chief! We count bodies, not heads. (He pointed to Terri and Terry Perry.) That dude counts as one!

Mike: A-anyone else want to joing our team? Anyone at all?

He saw Randy in the crowd.

Randy: Excuse me. (Randy tried to squeeze through the large crowd.) Sorry, I'm late. Can I just sweep by... (He paused at hearing a familiar voice.)

Mike: Randy! Randy, thank goodness! I need you on my team!

Randy: Oh... sorry, I'm already on a team. (He revealed his ROR jacket.)

Johnny Worthington: Boggs!

Randy: (Whispering.) I'm finally in with the cool kids, Mike. Don't blow this for me.

Johnny Worthington: Do the thing.

Chet Alexander: (Randy became invisible.) Oh, where did he go?

Mike: Please, anybody? I need one more monster. Just one more!

Claire Wheeler: Yeah, sorry. Doesn't look good. We have to move on. Your team doesn't qualify.

The car Mike was on started to shake as Sulley joined him.

Sulley: Yes, it does. The star player has just arrived.

Mike: (He quickly turned around.) No way! Someone else, please! Anyone else!

Claire Wheeler: We're shutting down sign-up, okay? Is he on your team or not?

Mike: (He stared at Sulley, until he finally relented.) Fine! Yes, he's on my team.

Dean Hardscrabble: Good luck.

Sulley: Alright, Wazowski. What's the plan?

Awhile later, they came upon the fraternity house. Which looked like a normal house.

Sulley: This is a fraternity house?

Don Carlton: (He opened the door and waved to the duo.) Hey there, team-matey's! Come on aboard! As the resident of Oozma Kappa, it is my honor to welcom you to your new home.

Squishy: We call this room... party central.

Terry: Technically we haven't actually had a party here yet.

Terri: But when we do... we'll be ready! (He pressed a button on a remote, and the ceiling opened up. A disco ball fell onto the floor and shattered.)

Don Carlton: Woo! Hot cocoa train is coming through. Woah. Next stop: You!

Mike: I would like to start us off first by...

Sulley: So... (He had been staring at the teacups and other items around the room. He turned around.) You guys are scaring majors?

Don Carlton: (Chuckling.) We were. But none of us lasted very long. I guess we just weren't what old Hairdscrabble was looking for. Don Carlton. Mature student. Thirty years in a textile industry, and then ol' dandy Don got downsized. Figured I could throw myself a pity party or go back to school and learn the computers.

Terry: Hello! I'm Terry with a 'Y'.

Terri: And I'm Terri with an 'I'. I'm a dance major!

Terry: And I'm not.

Terri: 5, 6, 7, 8... (He started to dance, while his brother rolled his eyes.) 7, 8, turn! And turn... Why didn't you turn?

Terry: 'cause we never agreed to this.

Terri: You said this was gonna be cool.

Terry: No one said this was gonna be cool.

Terri: Now I'm embarassed.

Terry: Now you're embarassed?

Terri: Yes, because it's in front of people!

Terry: You should wake up embarassed.

A purple monster rolled down the stairs.

Art: Hey, hey! I'm Art! New  Age Philosophy Major. Excited to live with you, and laugh with you. (His mood shifted.) And cry with you. Sulley and Mike, let's keep a dream journal!

Squishy: Guess that leaves me. (Sulley suddenly screamed.) My name's Scott Squibbles. My friends call me Squishy. I'm undeclared, unattached and... unwelcomed pretty much everywhere, but here.

Mike: Well now that we've all been introduced. As captain of our team...

Sulley: Basically you guys have scaring experience?

Squishy: (Laughing.) Not a lot. But now we've got you!

Don Carlton: You're about the scarest fellow I've ever seen. Even with them pink polka dots.

Sulley: Aww, thanks.

Mike: Well, actually, I think I bring the whole package.

Squishy: Your hands are as big as my face!

Terri: He's like a moutain... with fur!

Sulley: Oh, come on. I don't even work out.

Art: Yeah, me neither. I don't wanna get too big.

Don Carlton: And we thought our dreams were over. But Mike said, if we win they're letting us in the Scaring Program.

Terri: We're gonna be real scarers!

Squishy: The best!

Don Carlton: You betcha!

Sulley: Yeah...

Don led them to their new rooms.

Don Carlton: And here's what you've been waiting for, fellas.You very own Oozma Kappa bedroom.

Sulley: Ah, great! We're sharing this room?

Don Carlton: We'll let you guys get settled. Anything you need, you just give a big holler-rooney.

Sulley: Okay, thanks, buddy. (He quickly shut the door in Don's face, and glared at Mike.) Are you kidding me?

Mike: Look, they don't need to be good. I'm gonna carry the whole team.

Sulley: Really? And who's gonna carry you?

Mike: Hey, you wanna go back to can design? You know where the door is.

Sulley: (The lights suddenly go out, and Sulley flips the switch several times.) Great.

Mike: Guys? Anybody home? (A door suddenly creaks open, and they head towards it.) Hello? Fellas?

Don Carlton: Do you pledge your soul to the Oozma Kappa Brotherhood.

Mike: (Terry and Terri suddenly spanked him with a paddle.) Ow!

Terry: Do you swear to keep secret...

Terri: ...all that you've learned here.

Art: No matter how horrifying?

Sulley: (Squishy suddenly paddled him.) Hey!

Squishy: (Holding up a book.) Will you take the sacred oath of this... (The lights suddenly came on.)

Don Carlton: For crying out loud!

Sherri Squibbles: Sweetie! Turn the lights on while you're down here. You're going to ruin your eyes.

Squishy: Mom! We're doing an initiation.

Sherri Squibbles: Ooh, scary. (She turns the lights back off.) Well, carry on. Just pretend I'm not here.

Squishy: This is my mom's house. Do you promis to look out for your brothers... (His mother started to put clothing in the wash machine.) No matter what the peril... (The wash machine kicked on. It kept getting louder and lauder.) .Will you defend Oozma Kappa? No matter how dangerous? No matter how insurmountable the odds may be? From evils both great and small? (He was starting to scream over the noise.) In the face of unending pain and... Oh! Forget it! You're in!

Don Carlton: Look. We know we're no o ne's first choice for a fraternity. So it means a lot to have you here with us.

Squishy: Can't wait to start scaring with you, Brother's.

He handed Mike his hat, and Sulley reluctantly accepted his. But Sulley had a smile. Terri and Terry spanked him with a paddle, which Sulley snatched and broke in half.

Squishy: Time for a velebration! Grab the couch cushions, getlemen. 'cause we're building a fort! Mom! Can we stay up late tonight?

The next morning found Sulley and Mike fast asleep.

Mike: (Cuddling with Sulley's large paw.) I know... you're a princess and I'm just a stable boy... (He was just about to kiss the blue paw, until the alarm went off. Mike screamed as he saw what he was bout to kiss.)

Sulley: (Sulley fell off the bed.) Mom! (He looked at a freaked out Mike.) What are you doing?

Mike: Your grubby paw was in my bed!

Sulley: Were you... kissing my hand?

Mike: (Chuckling, then snapped his eye to Sulley.) No! And what about you with all your shedding?

Sulley: I don't shed.

Mike: Really? (He punched the bed above his. Hair fell out and covered Mike.) Excuse me...

Sulley: I just wanna get my stuff.

Mike: Will you just...

Sulley: Hey, that's mine!

After getting tangled together, they fell out of the door.

Squshy: (He took a picture of the two on the floor.) First morning in the house.

Art: That's going in the album.

Don Carlton: Guys! We got the letter! (Mike tried to take it, only for Don's suction cups to stick to it.) Oh, sorry.

Mike: Would you give me that!

Don Carlton: Tentacles. Heh, they're sticky.

Mike: It's the first event of the Scare Games. "A child's room is where you scare, but avoid the toxicity lurking there."

Sulley: Wait a minute. Where do they want us to meet?

Art: Of all the sewers on campus, this one has always been my favorite.

Terry: Art? You've been here before?

Art: I have a life outside the house, you know.

Brock Pearson: Welcome to your worst nightmare! The Scare Games!

They enter a large arena. People cheering.

Brock Pearson: Yes! Yeah, I love it! I love this energy! Okay, okay, everybody.

Claire Wheeler: Let's hear it for the frats and sororities competing in this year's games! Jaws Theta Chi!

Brock Pearson: Python Nu Kappa!

Claire Wheeler: Slugma Slugma Kappa!

Brock Pearson: Roar Omega Roar!

Clarie Wheeler:  Eta Hiss Hiss!

Brock Pearson: And finally, Oozma... Kappa!

Sherri Squibbles: Yay! Woohoo!

Squishy: Hi, mom!

Sherri Squibbles: Smile!

Mike sighed as Sherri took a picture.

Brock Pearson: Let's begin the first competition! The Toxicity Challenge!

Claire Wheeler: Human children are toxic! And anything they touch, is toxic.

Brock Pearson: We don't have any human toys, but thanks to MU biology department, we found a close second. The Stinging Glow Urchin! Trust me when I say you are not gonna want to touch this bad boy.

Art: I wanna touch it.

Claire Wheeler: And you certainly don't want to touch any of its friends.

Art: Yeah, I wanna touch 'em.

Brock Pearson: This is the starting line. The light at the end of the tunnel is the finish line.

Claire Wheeler: And whoever comes in last, is eliminated from the game!

Squishy: Mike?

Mike: (The sudden appearance of Squishy startled him.) What is it?

Squishy: Does that mean if we loose, we're out?

Mike: Don't worry, Smoothie...

Squishy: Squishy.

Mike: ...Squishy. We're not gonna loose.Because we have eveyrthing we need to win, right here.

Mike pointed to himself.

Squishy: Heart.

Mike: No, me! I'm gonna win the race for us.

Sulley: Alright, alright, that's very cute. But move, move, move. I'm gonna win this.

Mike: It's an obstacle course. What are you gonna do, roar at it?

Sulley: I can get through it faster than you, little guy.

Claire Wheeler: Take your place at the starting line.

Eta Hiss Hiss Leader: This is all about teamwork.

Slugma Slugma Kappa Leader:  Everybody stick together.

Mike: I'm gonna beat you over that finish line.

Sulley: Get ready to eat my dust.

Squishy: Hey, guys! Should we huddle up?

Claire Wheeler: Attention teams! One last thing: Scarers work in the dark.

Claire pulled a switch, and the area was covered in darkness. All that could be seen were the Glow Urchin's.

Squishy: (Gasps.) I wanna go home...

Brock Pearson: On your marks!

Terry: (To the members of Python Nu Kappa.) Hey, good luck ladies!

Carrie Williams: Thanks! We're gonna rip you to pieces!

Terri: What...?

Brock Pearson: Get set... Go!

Art ran past Mike and Sulley. His target: A Glow Urchin.

Art: Ah! I gotta touch it!

Slugma Slugma Kappa Member: (One of her fellow members got stung and fell. She helped her up.) Come on!

Don Carlton: Guys! We're falling behind a little. Fellas! (Steps on a Glow Urchin.) Cheese 'n crackers! (Fell backwards onto more Glow Urchin's.) Son of a mustache!

Squishy closed his ears to block all the bad language.

Mike: Is that as fast as you can go?

Sulley: Just getting started.

Mike: (He dodged a thrown Glow Urchin.) What the? (Sulley got hit with one.) That's gotta hurt!

Terri: Terry!

Terry: Don't worry, we'll be fi-- (A Glow Urchin stuck his head.)

Brock Pearson: Roar Omega Roar wins!

Mike and Sulley dove at the finish line.

Sulley: (Lips were swollen.) Take that, Wazowski!

Mike: (He was also swollen all over.) Are you delirious? I beat you!

Sulley: Get your eye checked.

Chet Alexander: Way to blow it, Oozma's!

Mike: Hey, second place ain't bad!

Brock Pearson: Second place, Jaws Theta Chi!

Sulley: What?

Johnny Worthington: Your whole team has to cross the finish line.

Brock Pearson: Third place, EEK's! Fourth place, Pinks!

Mike: No...

Brock Pearson: Fifth Place, Hiss!

Mike: No, no, no!

Brock Pearson: And in last place, Oozma Kappa!

Squishy: I can't feel my anything.

Claire Wheeler: Oh, shocker! Oozma Kappa has been eliminated.

Mike: No.

Mike backed up, only to pump into the Dean

Dean Hardscrabble: Don't look so surprised, Mr. Wazowski. It would've take an miracle for you to s--

Brock Pearson: Attention everyone! We have an announcement. Jaws Theta Chi... has been disqualified! The use of illegal protective gel is cause for elimination.

Jaws Theta Chi Leader: Why...

Brock Pearson: Which means, Oozma Kappa is back in the games! It's a miracle!

Dean hardscrabble: Your luck will run out. Eventually.

Mike: This... is gonna be harder than I thought.

The next day...

Mike: ''Okay. Listen up Oozmas. Now, we're gonna have to start winning these things together. So that means, I'm gonna'' need each of you guys to pull your own weight.

Squishy: (Appearing out of nowhere.) Mike?

Mike: What is it?

Squishy: We made a list of our strengths and weaknesses.

Don Carlton: In highschool, I was the master of the Silent Scare. Why, I could sneak up on a field mouse in a pillow factory. (His suction cups made noises as he moved.) Sorry, they get stickier when I sweat.

Terry: We're experts in the ancient craft of close-up magic.

Terri: It's all about... (The cards vanish.) ...misdirection.

Art: I have an extra toe! Not with me, of course.

Mike: Guys, one slip up on the next event, and we're goners. So for this to work, I'm gonna need you to take every instinct you have... and bury it deep, deep down.

Art: Done.

Mike: From now on, we are of one mind. My mind.

Sulley: Oh, please.

Mike:  I will tell you exactly what to do and how to do it. (The group mumbled there responses.) Alright, give me scary steps. 50 up and down. Right now, let's go.

Sulley: You're wasting your time. We need a new team.

Mike: We can't just get a new team. I checked this morning. It's against the rules.

Sulley: What if we disguise the new team to look like the old team?

Mike: Oh, no, no, no, no. We are not cheating.

Sulley: It's not cheating. I'm just, you know, leveling the playing field. (Mike stared at him.) Okay, so it's kinda cheating! But what do you want me to do? There not exactly the scariest group in the world.

Squishy: (A ladybug landed on his hand.) Oh! A ladybug! Make a wish! Make a wish!

Sulley: This is not gonna work.

Mike: Where are you going? We're training!

Sullet: I'm a Sullivan!

Mike: That's not enough. You're all over the place. You're talking ahead, when you need to...

Sulley: You tell them what to do, but not me. So long, folks.

Mike: Okay, Oozmas... (He turned around only to see Squishy.) Ah! Boy we need to get you a bell. Listen up! "If a kid hear's you coming, they'll call mom or dad. Then you better run fast, or things will get bad."

Art: Huh?

Mike: In the next event, if even one of use gets caught, we're all out. So remember, do exactly as I do.

Claire Wheeler: We are at the halfway point of the second event. (Below, teams are sneaking around. Trying not to get caught by the librarian.) And things are getting interesting.

Eta Hiss Hiss Member: (Grabbed the flag.) Got it!

Claire Wheeler: Only two teams left. Who will make it out with their flag, and who will be eliminated?

Brock Pearson: In a real scare, you do not wanna get caught by the kid's parent. And in this event, you do not wanna get caught by... The Librarian.

Librarian: Shhh. Quiet.

Terri: What's so scary about a little old librarian?

A monster stepped onto the floor, which creaked.

Librarian: I said, quiet.

The monster screamed as he thrown out the window and promptly, out the building.

Sulley: Faster!

Mike: Slow and steady.

Art: Slow and steady.

Don Carlton: Slow and steady

Terri and Terry: Slow and steady.

Squishy: Slow and steady.

Mike: (Sulley ran past him.) Huh?

After falling off the ladder and making a loud noise, the Librarian headed towards Sulley.

Mike: No!

Terri and Terry: 5, 6, 7, 8! Daddadata! Over here!

Monster: Is that illegal?

Brock Pearson: You better believe it, moptop.The only rule is, don't get caught.

Terri and Terry: Over here! Come and get me! Come and get me!

Mike: Guys! What are you doing?

Terry: They said don't let her catch you.

Terri: They didn't say how!

After diving out the door.

Art: We did it!

Mike: No we didn't. We forgot the flag.

Squishy: Mike?

Squishy showed them the flag.

Don Carlton and Art: Way to go, Squishy!

Mike: How?

Terri: Misdirection.

Brock Pearson: The EEK's have been eliminated! And Oozma Kappa live to scare another day.

Oozma Kappa's: We're OK! We're OK! We're OK!

Squishy: I never felt so alive!

Terri and Terry: We were awesome!

Sulley: Okay, look, that wasn't real scaring.

Mike: It was better than what you did. You should've stuck to my strategy,

Sulley: Whatever. Talk to me when we start the real scaring.

Female Monster: Hey! You guys going to the party?

Squishy: Oh, I, uh, think you got the wrong guys. We don't get invited...

Mike: Party?

Female Monster:  The mid-games mixer at the ROR's. It's for the top scare teams.

Female Monster: You're one of us now, right?

Female Monster: See ya there!

Don Carlton: Did you hear that?

Squishy: I c-can't believe it.

Sulley: Bad idea.

Mike: This is great. They're finally seeing us as real scarers. We're going!

Don Carlton: Do young people... still dance? 'cause my moves are a little rusty.

Terry: Ah, we forgot to bring a hostess gift.

Terri: We can't go in there without some scented candles.

Mike: Calm down. We earned this.

Squishy: W-what if there is a lull in the conversation. I-I never know what to, you know...

Mike: Say?

Squishy: How're you so good at this?

Mike: You just took on an angry 50-foot librarian. And you're afraid of a little party? Take a dreep breath, and in you go!

Squishy: Hello.

Female Monster: It's Oozma Kappa!

Omega Howl Member: These guys are crazy!

Monster: What you did today was insane! That was awesome!

Terri: Thank you! Thank you, so much. Thank you.

Mike: Oozma Kappa.Tonight we party like scarers!

Squishy: I never stayed up this late in my life!

Johnny Worthington: (Whistling.) Hey, quiet, quiet! Quiet down, you pair wranglers. Alright. On behalf of the ROR's. (Chet let out a 'Yeah!') We'd like to congratulate all the teams that have made it this far. Alright, let's hear it for the Pinks! (The Pinks eyes glowed, and the showed their fangs.) Love that trick! Never gets old. Hiss! Very creepy. And finally, the surprise team of the Scare Games, Oozma Kappa! Come on over, guys. Now, I gotta admit, fellas, I thought you were a bunch of nobodies. But boy was I wrong. Let's hear it, for Oozma Kappa.

Colorful goo splashed on them.

Mike: What?

Johnny Worthington: The most adorable monsters on campus. (Several tuff was launched at Oozma Kappa. And everyone was laughing at them.) Released the stuffed animals.

Mike: (He was grabbing newspaper after newspaper.) Don't worry. Nobody reads the school newspaper.

Art: Yeah, but I'm pretty sure they read the quad.

Johnny Worthington: Thanks. Tell your friends.

Mike: (Walking up to Johnny, who was running a funraiser.) Hey! What do you think you're doing?

Johnny Worthington: Raising a little money for charity.

Mike: Yeah, well, stop it!

Johnny Worthington: You want us to... stop raising money for charity? That's not cool.

Chet Alexander: This guy hates charity!

Mike: I want you to stop making us look like fool.

Johnny Worthington: Hey, you're making yourselves look like fools.Let's be honest, boys. You're never gonna be real scarers. Because real scarers, look like us. But hey, if you really want to work for a scare company, they're always... hiring in the mailroom.

Mike: (His friends were leaving.) Guys! Hold on! Hey, hey, hey, wait a second. Don't listen to him! We just, need to keep trying!

Sulley: No! You need to stop trying. You can train monsters like this all you want, but you can't change who they are.

Don Carlton: Mike. We appreciate everything you've done. But he's right. No matter how much we train, we'll never look like them. We're build... (Looks at his business card.) ...for other things.

Chet Alexander: Sorry, squirt! Some monsters just aren't cut out for the big leagues.

Mike: The big leagues...? (Later, he quickly opened the door to the Oozma Kappa house.) Guys? We're going on a little field trip.

Everyone exited the mini-van.

Squishy: Thanks, mom.

Sherri Squibbles: Have fun, kids. I'll just be here listening to my tunes. (The sounds of death metal filled the mini-van.)

Art: Hey, uh, where are we?

Mike: The big leagues.

Don Carlton: Holy, rolly-polly.

Squishy: Wow...

Art: Nice fence.

Squishy: This is amazing, Mike.

Mike: We're not stopping here. (He brought out some wire cutters.)

Squishy: This is crazy, we're gonna get arrested!

Mike: Shh!

They made it to a window, and saw what made made being a scarer exciting.

Squishy: Look at that. They're going into the human world. And they don't even look scared!

Mike: Take a good look, fellas. See what they all have in common?

Squishy: No, not really.

Mike: Exactly. There's no one type of scarer. The best scarers use their differences to their advantage.

Squishy: Wow.

Terry: Terri, look.

Don Carlton: Hey, look at that old feller racking up the big numbers.

Mike: Don. That old fella is Earl 'The Terror' Thompson!

Sulley: What? Where? That's really him?

Mike: He held the scare record for three years!

Sulley: Ooh, third door form the end!

Mike: Carla 'Killer Claws' Benitez!

Sulley: Look, it's Grimmy Bob Gunderson! I still have his rookie card.

Mike: Me too!

Sulley: He doesn't have the speed anymore...

Mike and Sulley: But his technique is flawless.

Mike: You collected scare cards, huh?

Sulley: Yep. 450 of 'em.

Mike: Impressive! I have 6,000 still in mint condition, but you know, 450's pretty good too.

Squishy: Hey, look at me. I'm Earl 'The Terror' Thompson.

Art: Alright, Squishy!

Sulley: I've been a real jerk.

Mike: So have I. But it's not too late. We can be a great team, we just need to start working together.

M.I. Guard: What are you doing up there?

Art: I can't go back to jail!

Mike: Come on!

Don Carlton: They're right behind us!

M.I. Guard: Up there! Get 'em!

Squishy: (Sulley picks him up and placed him on his back.) Thanks, brother.

Sulley: Don't mention it.

Don Carlton: (Slowed down, while holding his back.) I'm fine, really. It's just a little hip attack.

Art: (Seeing Sulley picking up people.) I want a piece of that action!

Squishy: Mom! Start the car!

Sherri Squibbles: What?

Squishy: Start the car!

Sherri Squibbles: Stop the bar?

Squishy: The car! Start the car!

Sherri Squibbles: Oh! Okay.

Mike: Come on, come on, come on!

Squishy: Mom! Go!

Sherri Squibbles: Seatbelts.

Squishy: Okay, go!

Sherri Squibbles: (Pulls out a packet of gum.) Does anyone want gum?

Squishy: Just drive!

Sherri Squibbles: Okay, here we... (Mike leapt in front, and pressed the gas.) Gooooo!

The next day, the group were ready for the Games. Complete with a new faternity jacket.

Mike: Rise and shine!

Sulley: (He banged his head and fell of the bed.) Woah!

Mike: Scary feet, scary feet, scary feet... the kid's in the bathroom! Scary feet, scary feet, scary feet... ooh, he's back. (Once again the alarm rang.) Wake up! (Sulley was doing pushups with everyone on his back.) 37, 38... do I hear 39? Come on! Yes, okay!

Mike opened the mailbox, and saw another letter.

Mike: "To frighten the child is the point of a scare, if you frighten a teen, then scarer beware!" Okay, scare the little kid! Avoid the teenager!

Fake Teenager: I'm on the phone!

Fake Teenager: No one understands me!

Fake Teenager: Whatever.

Fake Teenager: But daddy, I love him!

Fake Teenager: Your lame. (Naomi Jackson, of PNK, prompty blew fire at the cardboard.)

Mike: "Someon is coming, this could ruin your night. Stay hidden, take cover and stay out of sight!" You got ten seconds. Go! (After a few seconds, he quickly pointed.) Kiosk! Pile of leaves! Standing out in the open! And there should be one more.

Don Carlton: (Whistling.) How'd I do?

Mike: Oh, not too shabby, Don!

Don Carlton: Thanks! I cannot get down.

Mike: (To Sulley.) Zombie snarl! Angry poodle! Gas clown! My Aunt Filtz! In the morning! That's what I'm talking about!

Sulley: Time to go to work!

Referee: You're out! (Aims his flashlight.) You're out! (Shines his light at the fireplace.) Yeah, yeah, tough luck, Kris Kringle.

Chet Alexander: Thank you! (Him and the rest of the ROR's hear cheering, and they didn't like what they saw behind them.)

Squishy: Yeah!

Sherri Squibbles: Woo! Yeah!

Claire Wheeler: We're down to two remaining teams! Roar Omega Roar and Oozma Kappa!

Brock Pearson: Which leads up to the final event! "Every one of your skill will be put to the test. The scare simulator will prove who's the best." Tomorrow night you finally get to scare in front of the whole school!

Johnny Worthington: Enjoy the attention while it lasts, boys. After you lose, no one will remember you.

Mike: Maybe. But when you lose, no one will let you forget it.

Chet Alexander: Oh. Boy, that is a good point.

Female Monster: Hey, Oozmas! You guys are awesome!

Monster: You gotta teach us your moves.

Don Carlton: Well, then your gonna wanna talk to this guy. (He pushed Mike forward.)

Mike: Oh. Sure, I can teach you. Alright, you want to hide behind the chair? You have to become the chair.

Brock Pearson: Thank's for coming, Dean.

Sulley: Dean Hardscrabble! If we get back into the Scaring Program, I hope there's no hard feelings.

Dean Hardscrabble: Tomorrow, each of you must prove that you are undeniably scary. And I know for a fact... that one of you is not.

Sulley: No. He works harder than anyone.

Dean Hardscrabble: Do you think he's scary?

Sully: He's the heart and sould of the team!

Dean Hardscrabble: Do you think he's scary?

Mike: We're gonna win this thing tomorrow, Sull, I can feel it! We'll finally have our lives back on track.

Sulley: Hey, Mike. You know, you've given me a lot of really great tips. I'd love to return the favor sometime.

Mike: Oh, yeah, sure. Anytime. (Sully jumps from his bed.) We're doing this now?

Sully: Okay. You've memorized every textbook, every scare theory, and that is great. (He threw a book out the window.)

Mike: Hey!

Sulley: But now, it's time to forget all that. Just reach deep down and let the scary out!

Mike: Huh? Just feel it.

Sulley: Exactly! Go wild!

Mike: I don't know, I've kinda got my own technique.

Sulley: Give it a try. (Mike gave a small roar.) Good, but bigger! (Another roar.) You're thinking again. From the gut! Let the animal out! Come on, dig deep!

Sherri Squibbles: Boys! It's a school night!

Mike: So, how was that?

Sulley: Up top.

Mike: You know, it did feel different! I feel like it's all coming together. Yep. This time tomorrow, the whole school is finally gonna see what Mike Wazowski can do.

Sulley: You're darn right.

All The Students: (Singing.) Monsters University, we give our heart to you. Wherever children are dreaming, we'll bring the nightmares too. Oh, Monster University, Alma Mater, hail to you

Claire Wheeler: Welcome to the final competition of the Scare Games.

Sherri Squibbles: Woo! Yeah! Hooray!

Brock Pearson: It's time to see how terrifying you really are! In the scare simulators!

Clarie Wheeler: But beware, each simulated sacre has been set to the highest diffuculty level.

Squishy: The highest level?

Claire Wheeler: First scarers to the starting line.

Mike: Okay, just like we planned. I'll go first, then Don...

Sulley: Hold up. Mike's the one who started all this. And I think it's only right if he;s the one to finishes it. I think you should go last.

Squishy: Yeah, Mike. Finish strong!

Mike: Alright. Don, you okay going first?

Don Carlton: I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

Oozma Kappas: Oozma Kappa!

Johnny Worthington: You take it easy on grandpa!

Art: Unleash the beast, Don!

Don Carlton: Okay, then! (After they went through the simulator.) Thanks for taking it easy on Grandpa.

Claire Wheeler: Next group to the starting line.

Terri and Terry: Let's do this!

Sherri Squibbles: (At seeing her sone in action.) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah, yeah!

Mike: Come on, Art!

Sulley: Come on, buddy!

Brock Pearson: Next up: Sullivan and Boggs!

Mike: You got this, Sull...

Brock Pearson: And it's all tied up!

Claire Wheeler: Ah! Tough break for the ROR's.

Randy: (Bumped into Johnny.) Huh?

Johnny Worthington: Hearts?

Chet Alexander: (Sarcastically.) Way to go, Boggs!

Randy: (His heart camo vanished, and was replaced with purple reptiian skin.) That's the last time I lose to you... Sullivan.

Brock Pearson: Worthington and Wazowski to the starting line.

Sulley: Hey, don't worry about Hardscrabble. Don't worry about anyone else. Just go out there, and show 'em what Mike Wazowski can do.

Mike: Thanks.

Johnny Worthington: Don't take the loss too hard. You never belonged here anyway.

Brock Pearson: An amazing performance by Johnny Worthington!

Chet Alexander: Johnny, you're my hero!

Claire Wheeler: The Oozmas will need a record-breaking scare to win this.

While Mike sat there, he remembered what everyone told him.

Kid: You don't belong on a scare floor.

Johnny Worthington: No one will remember you.

Dean Hardscrabble: You're not scary.

Sulley: Come on! Dig deep!

With that final voice, he leapt onto the bed, and gave a roar he didn't know was in him.

Claire Wheeler: He did it!

Sulley: We're in the Scare Program! Yeah!

Don Carlton: (To Squishy.) You son of a gun. Way to go! (He hugged Sherri Squibbles, only for his suction cups to stick to her.) Oh, a little stuck. Pardon me there, Miss Squibbles.

Sherri Squibbles: (Giggling.) It's Sherri.

Mike: (He held up the trophy high in the air.) We did it!

Female Monster: Way to go, Oozma Kappa!

Terri and Terry: Thank you. Thanks a lot.

Monster: You rule!

Don Carlton: I have never ruled before.

Sulley: You guys killed it out there! Hey, Wazowski! Come one, let;s go, you maniac! We're celebrating! Mike?

Mike: I did it. I can't believe it. I'm gonna be a scarer!

Sulley: (Chuckling.) Yeah, yes you are.

Mike: (To the dummy.) Hey, you hear that? Get plenty of rest, kiddo. You haven't see the last of Mike Wazowski. Boo! (The dummy suddenly shot up, screaming.) I... knew I was scary, I didn't know I was that scary.

Sulley: (Chuckling nervously.) Yeah, we're so scary, I guess we broke it. Come on!

Mike: (Snapped his finger, only for the dummy to scream again. He bent down, and saw the panel.) It's been tampered with.

Sulley: Uh, I don't think you should be messing with that.

Mike: Why are my settings...different?

Sulley: Mike, we should leave.

Mike: Did you do this?

Sulley: Mike...

Mike: Did you do this?

Sulley: I...yes, I did. But, you don't understand.

Mike: Why? Why did you do this?

Sulley: You know, just in case.

Mike: In case of what? (Sulley looked at him.) You don't think I'm scary.

Sulley: Mike...

Mike: You said you believed in me. But you're just like Hardscrabble! You're just like everyone else!

Sulley: Look. You'll get better and better...

Mike: I'm as scary as you! I'm as scary as anyone!

Sulley: I just wanted to help.

Mike: No. You just wanted to help yourself.

Sulley: Well, what was I suppose to do? Let the whole team fail, because you don't have it?

Prof. Knight: Sullivan, nice work out there. I look forward to having you back in class.

Chet Alexander: Hey, there he is!

Johnny Worthington: Looks like I was wrong about you. You're one of us after all. (Sulley tossed the jacket back at Johhny, pushed him aside and ran towards the Dean.) Hey! Where are you going?

Dean Hardscrabble: You did what?

Sulley: My team had nothing to do with it. It was all me. I cheated.

Dean Hardscrabble: I expect you off campus by tomorrow.

Sulley: Yes, ma'am.

Dean Hardscrabble: You're a disgrace to this university... and your family name. (An alarm ent off.) What's going on?

Monster: Someone broke into the door lab!

Dean Hardscrabble: What? (She unfurled her wings, and took off.)

Sulley: Oh, no.

In the door lab, Mike had locked himself in. A lone door sat before him. Several monsters tried to break through the locked door.

MU Security Monster: Open the door! Don't go in there!

Mike slowly opened the door, and quickly entered. He tried to scare the little girl, but she only gasped.

Little Girl: You look funny.

Mike: Wha- (He finally saw the room he was in. Wasn't a child's bedroom. But a camp. All the kids woke, and stared at him.)

Back at the school, Sulley was in a race to save his friend.

Don Carlton: James!

Dean Hardscrabble: No one goes near that door until the authorities arrive.

Don Carlton: You don't think that could be...

Sulley: It's Mike.

Squishy: But he could die out there! (Sulley ripped through the caution tape.) James, wait! We can help.

Don Carlton: Leave it to the old master of sales. (He pulled out his business cards.)

MU Security Monster: We gotta call in, but that's the best we can do.

Don Carlton: (He tapped the monster on his shoulder.) Don Carlton. Sales. Folks, today is your lucky day. How many times asked yourself the following question...?

Dean Hardscrabble: Arrest him.

Don Carlton: Pardon? (He was suddenly tackled by one of the officers.)

Officer: Spread 'em, pops.

Don Carlton: You mind?

Officer: Don't move!

Dean Hardscrabble: (Her eyes caught sight of a blue blur.) What? Sullivan! Don't you dare! Sullivan, don't go in there!

Ignoring her, Sullivan made his way through the door. But the room he appeared in was very dark.

Sulley: Mike? Mike?! (He glanced out the nearby window, and saw cops pulling up.) Mike? (He squeezed out of another window, only to attract the cops attention.)

Police Officer: Bear! A bear in the camp!

After running through the woods, he came upon a lake. And found Mike.

Sulley: Mike? Come on, buddy, let's get you outta here. This is all my fault. I'm sorry.

Mike: You were right. They weren't scared of me. I did everything right. I wanted it more than anybody. And I thought... I thought if I wanted it enough, I could show everybody that... that Mike Wazowski is something special. I'm just... not. (He slapped his reflection on the lake.) 

Sulley: Look, Mike. I know how you feel.

Mike: Don't do that! Please, don't do that! You do not know how I feel.

Sulley: Mike, calm down.

Mike: Monsters like you have everything. You don't have to be good. You can mess up over and over again, and the whole world loves you.

Sulley: Mike!

Mike: You'll never know what it's like to fail. Because you were born a Sullivan.

Sulley: Yeah, I'm a Sullivan. I'm the Sullivan who flunked every test. The one who got kicked out of the program. The one who's so afraid to let everyone down, that I cheated. And I lied. Mike, I'll never know how you feel. But you're not the only failure here.I act scary, Mike. But most of the time... I'm terrified.

Mike: How come you never told me that before?

Sulley: Because... we weren't friends before.

Police Officer: Over there!

Mike: (Seeing Sulley struggling to climb a small cliff, he lowered a stick.) Sulley! (They hurried nack to the cabin and opened the door, only to see a closet.)

Don Carlton: They're still in there!

Dean Hardscrabble: Until the authorities arrive, this door stays off!

Squishy: No! You can't do that! No!

Dean Hardscrabble: (She unfurled her wings to their full length.) Enough! I want this room cleared, now!

Mike and Sulley kept opening and closing the door in hopes the exit would return.

Sulley: We gotta get out of here!

Mike: Let them come! If we scare them, I mean really scare them, we can generate enough scream to power the door from this side!

Sulley: What are you talking about?

Mike: I read every book about scaring ever written. This could work.

Sulley: They're adults. I can't do this.

Mike: Yes, you can. Just follow my lead.

The officers entered the cabin. 

Officer: (At the scratches that just appeared on the wall.) What the?

Sulley: (Whispering.) Now what?

Mike: Phase two.

On the other side of the door, The Dean saw the red light blink on and off.

Mike: Are you ready?

Sulley: Mike, I can't.

Mike: Yes, you can. Stop being a Sullivan, and start being you.

Female Officer: We need assistance on the north side.

Mike's trapped work. As soon as Sulley jumped from the ceiling, he tripped the officers. And with a powerful roar by Sulley, the officers screamed. Outside the door, the screams filled every canister and flickered the lights.

Mike: Sulley, come on!

As they dived through the door, it exploded behind them.

Dean Hardscrabble: (She peeked from her cover, and slowly walked out.) How... how did you do this?

Sulley: Don't ask me.

The metal security door is blown opened, and CDA officers burst onto the scene.

CDA Officer: Alright everybody, clear out! Secure the perimeter! No child breach, repeat, no child breach.

Monster: (To Mike.) You ruined our door!

CDR Officer: Let's go, you two.

Squishy: You're alive!

Don Carlton: We are so glad you're safe!

Terry: Hey, wait!

Terri: What's gonna happen to them?

Roz: That's for the university president to decide. But you can be sure, we'll be watching these two. Always watching.

Don Carlton: Expelled?!

Mike: Yeah, we really messed up.

Squishy: So, you're leaving?

Sulley: Yeah, buddy. We have to go.

Art: Harsh, man.

Mike: I'm sorry, guys. You'd be in the Scaring Program if it wasn't for us.

Sulley: (The group began to smile.) What?

Don Carlton: Well, it is the gosh darndest thing.

Terry: Hardscrabble's letting us into the Scare Program.

Mike: What?

Terry: She was impressed with our performance in the games.

Terri: She invited us to join next semester.

Sulley: (Laughing.) Congratulations, guys!

Don Carlton: And that's not the only piece of good news. Sherri and I are engaged!

Sulley: Oh. Who's Sherri?

Squishy: (He let out a depressed sigh.) She's my mom.

Sherry Squibbles: (To Squishy and Don.) Well, if it isn't my two favorite fellas!

Don Carlton: Come here and give me some sugar!

Squishy: Ah... so uncomfortable...

Don Carlton: Oh, come on, Scott. I don't want you to think of me as your new dad. After all, we're fraternity brothers first.

Squishy: This is so weird.

Don Carlton: Just think of me as your big brother that's marrying your mother! Wait, hold on. We're brothers who share the same mom/wife. That's worse.

Mike: Well, I guess we should be going now.

Don Carlton: Promise me, you'll keep in touch. (He hands Mike a business card. But it had 'sales' slashed off, and Scare Student in its place.)

Mike: You're the scariest bunch of monsters I have ever met. Don't let anyone tell you different.

After saying their goodbyes, Mike and Sully find themselves outside the MU gates.

Sulley: So, what now?

Mike: You know, for the first time in my life, I don't really have a plan.

Sulley: You're the great Mike Wazowski. You'll come up with something.

Mike: I think it's time I leave the greatness to other monsters. I'm okay, just being okay. (The bus pulled up.) So long, Sull.

Sulley: So long...

Mike entered the bus. And watched as Sulley stood there on the sidewalk. While, Sulley watched his friend speed away.

Sulley: (Suddenly appeared at the open window.) Wazowski!

Mike: Ah! (Suilley fell off the bus.) Stop the bus! (Once the bus stopped, he exited.) Are you crazy?!

Sulley: Mike. I don't know a single scarer who can do what you do. I know everyone sees us together, they think I'm the one running the show, but the truth is... I've been riding your coattails since day one! You made the deal with Hardscrabble. You took a hopeless team, and made them champions. All I did was catch a pig!

Mike: Technically, I caught the pig.

Sulley: Exactly! And you think you're just okay. You pulled off the biggest scare this school's ever seen!

Mike: That wasn't me.

Sully: That was you. You think I coulda done that without you? I didn't even bring a pencil on the first day of school. Mike. You're not scary. Not even a little. But you are fearless! And if Hardscrabble can't see that, then she can just...

Dean Hardscrabble: I can just, what? Careful, Mr. Sullivan. I was just warming up to you.

Sulley: Sorry.

Dean Hardscrabble: Well, gentlemen, It seems you made the frontpage again. (She handed Mike a newspaper.) The two of you did something together that no one has ever done before. You surprised me. Perhaps I should keep an eye for more... surprises, like you in my program. But, as far as the two of you are concerned, there is nothing I can do for you now. Except perhaps, wish you luck. And Mr. Wazowski, keep surprising people.

Mike: (He flipped the newspaper around, and he smiled.) You know, there is still one way we can work at a scaring company. They're alway hiring in the mailroom.

Sulley: (Both working in the mailroom.) This is better than I ever imagined!

Mike: I bet we'd break the all-time record in our first year!

Sulley: Mike. We're mail guys.

Mike: I know. I'm talking about the record for letters delivered!

The Abominable Snowman: Alright newbies, quit goofing around. I'll have you know, tampering with the mail, is a crime punishable by banishment!

Sulley: Yes, sir!

Mike: We're right on it, Mr. Snowman! The team of Wazowski and Sullivan are gonna change the world starting today! Say 'Scream'!

Mike and Sulley: Scream!

First day as a Scare Team

Merv: Wazowski! Good luck on your first day!

Mike: Thanks, Merv!

Monster: Good luck, Mike!

Mike: Thanks, fellas!

Mike paused at the line on the floor. The same line he crossed when he was six.

Sulley: You coming, coach?

Mike: You better believe it.