OWP: I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed it! And points for catching the fact that Fungus speaks like Yoda (I assume you get the reasoning behind it). I do wonder where the “over 9000” line is from, whether it’s from some show or movie, or if it’s just another internet meme. I just thought it went well with Sulley’s score on the leaderboard. 
This week, Chapter Four is here! This chapter is a little more boring (with the exception of the incident at the beginning), but it’s to help warm you up for the extensive Chapter Five, which is where some action begins. However, here’s a little secret I’ll let you in on:
[spoiler]There are two Pixar Easter eggs hidden in this chapter.
The first one is an imitation of a scene from another Pixar movie, but is re-contextualized to fit in with the characters (the movie scene being spoofed is originally one of flirting, but changed to fit Randall’s contempt of Sulley, just so my readers don’t think Randall is actually flirting with Sulley or anything like that; I would never write that kind of stuff).
The second will involve Roz scolding Mike.[/spoiler]
Now that you know what to expect, have fun reading!
Chapter Four: Papers Before Dinner
Michael was having a conversation with another Portal Summoner; a green-haired man named Charlie, who was watching his canister fill up.
“I see George is doing a fine job,” Michael remarked.
“Oh yes,” replied Charlie, “George is one of the best kaiju to work with. He just takes it easy.”
A beast with yellow-striped orange fur and a single horn exited the door, saying, “Keep those doors coming, Charlie. I’m on a roll today.”
“That’s great George,” began Charlie, “Next door, coming right—2319! WE’VE GOT A 2319!!!”
Charlie caught sight of something George was completely unaware of; there was a child’s sock stuck to his furry back! Jerry, the floor manager, ran over to the emergency button and pressed it, which quickly sent a contamination alert throughout the entire work floor. In less than a second, vans and helicopters surrounded the facility as yellow-suited figures began dropping onto the scene as if it were a war zone.
“Oh no!” Mr. Waternoose exclaimed as he double-facepalmed, “Not the CDA!”
The yellow suited people rushed towards George and attempted to hold him down as they ordered him not to panic. One man grabbed a set of pliers and gently removed the sock from the beast’s back, and set it down on the floor. A group of the suited men then quickly screwed a dome tightly over the sock, and one of the men pressed a button on a remote, which caused an explosion under the small dome. The men swept up the ashes promptly.
“Oh, thanks,” began George, “That was a close one. Again, thank you so much for saving my life—”
Before George could finish thanking the yellow-suited team, they forced him into a portable shower, which ended up leaving him in nothing but a cone of shame. One of the men finished the job with a final waxing strip, leaving the beast completely furless.
“AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” George cried in pain.
“You are free to de-transform yourself now,” said one CDA agent.
George did revert back into his humanoid form, but screamed even louder when he realized that he actually was without any clothes. He ran like a crazed maniac across the Energy Floor, flailing his arms rapidly, and sprinting towards an exit as the camera filming this story places the M. Energy Incorporated company logo over him for censorship purposes. James, Michael, and Mr. Waternoose were left staring in disbelief at the George-shaped hole in the wall he just ran right through. Jerry set the “Accident Free for [47] Days” back to Zero, thus relieving the workers of their duty for the day.
“Great,” Mr. Waternoose facepalmed again, “An entire Energy Floor out of commission, all thanks to a sock.”
“It could’ve been worse,” James sighed, “Remember that time we had that kitten run in here too?”
“It’s a good thing the CDA had that dome handy like today,” Mr. Waternoose continued, “James, I’d like to talk for a moment.”
James followed the distinguished elderly man to the coffee machine at the entrance of the Energy Floor. Mr. Waternoose pulled out a cup, and dispensed himself some dark roast coffee from one of the machines.
“James,” Mr. Waternoose began, “This company has been in my family for three generations. But with this power shortage coming, oh James, I am desperate right now. I’m holding onto this company by only a thread, and it feels like it’s going to rip any day now. And you are, after all, my top Energy Harvester. I’m just hoping that with your skills and effort, we can store up as much energy as possible.”
“Well, I am doing my best, Mr. Waternoose,” James remarked, “That’s all I can do to help.”
“I would do anything to keep this company from going under,” Mr. Waternoose sighed, looking down at the clean marble floor of the hallway.
“Don’t be so sad,” James tried to comfort the CEO, “Maybe what this company needs is the old Waternoose scare: Yrrrrrrrrr-OWWWWWWW!!!”
“Whoa!” Mr. Waternoose was startled, “For a second there, I was startled by my own scare technique.”
The man and the fur beast chuckled to themselves. “See you around, James!” Mr. Waternoose bid his favorite employee farewell. As the man walked away through the hall, James walked back towards Michael, but was stopped by Randall, who was also still in his creature form, since neither of them had reverted back yet.
“Hey, Sullivan,” Randall slinked towards James; a smirk across his lizard face, “Heard you and Waternoose talkin’ about saving the company again. I agree with him, we have to do our best if we want to stay in the business, ya’ know.”
“Well, yeah,” James began, “And I’m guessing this has to do with you staying up on that leaderboard and someday beating me.”
An intense red blush appeared across Randall’s scaly complexion as he grunted deeply. It was not a blush of romance; far from it, actually. Rather, it was the embarrassment of having James figure out what the intention of his comment was about.
“Sullivan, why must you ruin the moment,” Randall sighed, inching closer to the furry beast.
“Seriously, I don’t get you sometimes,” James continued.
“Maybe, I think you need to be a little more…” Randall swiftly looped and slithered his serpentine form around James’ fur-covered build, “Flexible.”
James’ mouth gaped wide open, staring in utter confusion as Randall gracefully back-flipped his way out of the Energy Floor; all eight limbs in use.
“You know, Sulley,” began Michael, “It’s been another great day at work, wouldn’t you say, pal?”
“Yeah,” James answered, “We better hurry, since you’ve still got that dinner I made your reservations for.”
“You’re right!” Michael exclaimed, “That reminds me, do you have any deodorant I could borrow?”
“Sure,” James answered, “Do you want ‘Tropical Breeze’ or ‘Epic Mountain Spring’?”
“Are you sure you don’t have the ‘Chili Pepper’ fragrance?” Michael inquired.
"No, but I do have one called ‘Heat of the Moment’, " James handed a can of body spray to his friend.
“You know, that’ll do,” Michael sprayed himself, “Thanks.”
As Michael was putting away his hard hat in his locker, loud sounds echoed across the locker room, including a voice that seemed to indicate crying out in pain, the cracking of a whip, and an electric taser emitting a powerful jolt.
“Sulley,” began Michael, “I think Fungus just got himself another forty lashes today.”
“You think?” James sighed.
The two strolled their way into the hallway. All Michael seemed to talk about was One: Celia and how much fun he was going to have taking her to dinner, and Two: how much of a romantic he claimed to be. James, on the other hand, was anxious to ask his friend a question.
“Um, Mike,” began James, “I’ve got to ask you something.”
“Yeah, sure, anything,” Michael half-listened.
“What about your paperwork?” James inquired.
Michael’s visible eye faded out as a dark shade came upon his face, and a sweat-drop floated besides his left temple. The background changed to a dark blue gradient as red spirals spun above his head.
“My—paperwork?” Michael knew he was in big trouble with Roz now, “I must’ve forgotten all about it!”
Michael started running towards Celia’s desk in the lobby, but he had and unfortunate run-in with Roz; her imposing form having rebounded the running Michael and knocking him down to the floor.
“I haven’t forgotten about the paper work,” Roz’s words froze Michael, who hadn’t even said a word to her, “And I’m very well familiar with the likes of you, Wazowski, wanting to ride off into the sunset with your long, flowing hair and be free and everything.”
James stared as if he were in anticipation, and soon many other workers started to stare at the awkward scene. Celia also looked on, confused by why everyone was standing so still.
“Your stunned silence is very amusing,” Roz broke the silence, slowly trudging away from Michael, her long golden skirt gracing the reflective tiling of the lobby floor. However, at the same moment, Celia came running over to her beloved Googly-Bear.
“Is everything alright?” Celia asked.
“Uh, yes!” Michael was nervous.
“Are we still on for tonight?” Celia continued.
“Of course we are!” Michael exclaimed, “It’s just that, you see, I—”
“Actually, Celia,” James interrupted, “I’ve got some paperwork to turn in, and Michael here just reminded me about it.”
Michael’s face faded out again in a dark shade. “Um, yeah. That’s what I was going to say.”
The green-haired young man walked over to James, and started whispering to him the instructions concerning the paper work.
“Got it!” James smiled.
“So, are we ready then?” Celia’s face beamed.
“Totally!” Michael cheered, “Just give me about half an hour to get ready at home, okay, Shmoopsie-Poo?”
“Wonderful!” Celia jumped for joy, “7:30 sharp!”
Michael waved goodbye to his friend as he and his girlfriend walked out of the building together. James turned his direction down towards the hallway.
“Let’s see here,” James began talking to himself, “The purple ones go to Roz, and the gold ones go to kaiju resources, and the black ones go the the— no, the gold ones go to Roz, and the purple ones go to kaiju resources, but then the black ones must go to the P.U.— oh this is so hard. How does Mike even—”
James’ concentration had been broken by an unusual sight on the Energy Floor. Unusual because it was closing time already, and if anyone else saw it, disciplinary action could be taken.
It was a door.
Now, let’s see what’s behind Door #1… 
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Keep it up, 