rmsh: ooh, that is an awesome idea! Two little guys meet up, though one would sightly be bigger than the other. It makes me wonder how the bugs get on an airplan in the first place.
They notice the airplane food
I think there are only three universes that are shown in the eight Pixar films from TS to R, the human universe (TS, ABL, TS2, FN, TI, and R), the car universe (C), and the monster universe (MI).
One thing that gets me is that Luigi found his way into FN and R!
Yeah, but I have to say the monster universe and the human universe is connected through the doors. Like that where all the human children they scare live is in the same universe as the other Pixar films take place, that’s why one of doors led them to the trailer (w/ Pizza Planet truck) from A Bug’s Life. So, it’s all in one world.
Hmm. Well, I suppose that you could put it this way:
It was the weirdest feeling… Just moments before you were sitting on your couch, popping the top off a bottle of freshly aged wine whilst watching the harmonious tones of Ratatouille dance upon your tv screen, and the next…you found yourself yanked from behind and flung into a rotating whirl of thundering wind and whispy clouds. Startled, your brain suddenly registers that you are plummeting backwards towards an unknown ground laden with tender grass and a forelorn tree. Aghast and in peril, you vainly grope for the nothingness that floats above, below, and to each side of you, but to no avail. There is nothiing to catch you but the air; nothing to encass you save the wind; nothing to land upon but the incoming ground just inches underneath your back…
Plop! You land suddenly, yet not uncomfortably, on a heaping pile of freshly mowed grass, twigs, leaves, and other fauna. Slighty dizzy from the fall, and in an attempt to ignore the throbbing headache now biting into your forehead, you regain your composure and look directly ahead. Everything seems unfocused, so you try to gaze at the sky instead – this only reveals a clear, Robin Egg’s blue atmosphere; not remotely interesting. Just as blue and fairly perturbed, you pick any which way to turn your head next and choose the right direction. There, looming like a monstrous building, is a towering acorn tree of maximum velocity, and, just below that gigantically organic entity, is an anthole…situated comfortably at the base of the tree in question. Not wishing to find yourself crawling with ants at any point, you make to get up and become more familiar with your surroundings…
Just then, and completely out of the blue, an arrow apparates into the air right in front of your face. It is black in coloration, with a bright aquamarine glow surrounding its exterior build. Entrancing, you delicately touch the arrow, and two options instantly pop out of nowhere to rest below the arrow. Your options are:
Stay and bore yourself to death, or
Go forward
Not willing to bore your bum off, you quickly choose the latter, only to witness a trail of lights leading off in the direction you selected. Intrigued, you follow the now hightlighted path in front of you, not noticing a couple of ants pop their heads out of the anthill as you do so…
After some time, you arrive at a run-down little trailer with an equally dumpy-looking truck sporting a diminuative rocket ship perched on its roof. The words “Pizza Planet” adorn both sides of the truck. Eager for some type of explaintion concerning this whole dilemma, you walk up to the trailer door and knock upon it loudly without hesitation. A frizzled, slightly exhausted, middle-aged woman opens the door and grumpily asks who you are and what you want. After stating your current situation and voicing your business, her lips soon part into a wide smile before she invites you to step into their cozy, albeit untidy, residence.
“We were just about to have dinner!” states the now lively woman, motioning you to a wooden table with a large crack running down its center. You take a seat at the rickety table before noticing that you’re accompanied by a young, adolescent boy, as well. He waves tenderly at you, but you respond only with a small smile at first…before twinkling your fingers back at him. He grins.
"Could ya’ help me drag dis here gator, boy?’ shouts the woman, attempting to haul a large, purple something across the floor and towards a rather smallish stove. Instantly, you jump out of your chair in a flourish! Gators? In this house? Your curiousity gets the better of you, however, and you take a peek at this “gator” that the woman mentioned. You soon come to realize that it’s not a real alligator, however, but a previously knocked-out…something. Searching for an explaination to this phenomenon, your brain locates the Monsters, Inc. DVD… Of course! Now feeling a bout of sympathy, you plead with the woman to exchange the unconcious Randall for your wallet. She is speculative of your actions at first, but soon accepts the bargaining after glancing at those crisp, $20 bills in your brown leather case.
“Mind if I use the closet?” you ask, to which the woman replies with an almost drunken nod. Shrugging, you haul the poor monster towards the closet, but realize that it won’t reveal a different world before you even open the door. Desperate, you access every trailer in the area, lending your ears to any scream that might float out the window. Luckily, you hear a young girl shout her lungs out in the twenty-fourth trailer and fly all the way over to it…with your purple occupant in tow. Running through the trailer and towards the closet, you notice that a monster is just about to close the door, but you yank it open just in time and push Randall through; however, you hesitate to go in yourself. Just at that moment, the arrow pops up again, this time with a new array of messages:
Go through, or
Stay put
You refrain from choosing the former option for just a few seconds longer, before choosing the first selection and jumping through the closet door and after the line of glowing path lights…
Welcome to the monster world! It is a fantastic place, but not knowing anyone within the place is a bit of a complication. Thankfully, Randall soon recuperatoes and is much obliged for your generous actions. He hands you a slip of paper with an apartment number on it and tells you to ask for a Mike “Wiseaski” or other. Gleefull, you return your thanks and then run off in the correct direction…
Some minutes later, you arrive at the apartment in question, only to be greeted by a Mr. Wazowski in swimming trunks and a snorkel. Turns out that Mike planned to take a trip to Australia for a bit of swim practice at this very hour. Seems as if that Randall fellow gave you the right ticket back to Earth! Now fully excited, you ask Mike if you can accompany him on his snorkel adventure…and he gladly accepts, “As long as you pay for lunch,” he says. You find yourself sweating a little as you walk off with Mike, your hands in your empty pockets…
Welcome to Sydney, Australia! Looks as if the fish are biting pretty hard, literally… After getting chomped on by several sharks and an urchin, Mike decides that it might be better to swim closer to the shore. This is fine with you, so you follow him towards the beach so as to dive in shallower waters. During a particularly adventurous expedition, in which you explored several hidden caves and snapped some good shots of Regal Blue Tangs (one of which kept trying to get in front of the camera and swimming around in circles), you come upon a little clownfish with a faulty fin on side. He seems like a nice fellow; turns out that he can converse to, and you strike it off instantly with Nemo, telliing him of your adventures and how you’re trying to return home. Nemo mentions that he heard a couple muttering about how they would be late for their 2:15 flight to Paris not some minutes ago. You admit that you’ve never been to Paris, but would love to visit. Being one with an excellent memory, Nemo recalls the very location and number of the flight and, hurredly, you thank the miniature clownfish and dash out of the water and towards the nearest terminal in your swim suit…
Although you are devoid of a ticket, you somehow manage to catch the plane without getting caught, thankfully, and soon find yourself resting your head against a plush, velvet chair. Confused and dazzled, but calm and satisfied, it is only a few minutes before you find yourself in a deep and peaceful sleep.
“Flight A113 will come to a halt in approxiamtely ten minutes,” call out the pilot on the intercome, awaking you with a jolt and causing you to bump your head against the top of the plane ceiling. Rubbing your aching cranium, you look out your window to witness the many glimmering lights of Paris, France. What a sight… Closing your eyes in ecstasy (and pain), you gently melt into your seat to wait for the plane to rest upon the pavement.
Fifteen minutes later, you depart from La Rouge Fleur Airlines and make your way to the nearest and most recognizable vacinity you can think of: La Ratatouille. Thankfully, the 7:14 doors are open and inviting, so you hurredly burst inside and instantly plop yourself down into one of the many velvet-cushioned window seats. Almost immediately, a freckled, red-haired young man steps up to your table and warmly asks to take your order.
“Some water, please,” you demand in a rather exhausted tone, too worn out to notice that that was Linguini serving you. He must have misheard, however, for not only do you receive a generous glass of crisp, glistening water, but a bowl of plump creme brulee with some carrots on the side, each dish chopped, cut, sliced, and served with precise and deliberate precision. Jaw dropped, you thank the man for the meal, but admit that you are rather devoid of any cash at the present time.
“Oh. Well, I’m sure that our little che-…uhh…our master cook won’t mind! Let me ask him…,” exclaims Linguini, and before you can say a word, he dashes off to the kitchen. Rolling your eyes, but smiling at the same time, you take a sip of water. It’s the most delicious collection of cloud droplets you’ve ever tasted in your mouth. Curious, you take a bite of the creme brulee…
Twenty seconds later, the creme brulee is gone and you’re alredy working on the carrots, which are almost extinguised from the plate as well.
“The chef says that he does mi-… Woah,” says Linguini, wide-eyed. “It…must have been good!” he chuckled.
“This is incredible. I-I’ve never engulfed something so…so harmoniously delicious and superb!”
“He is…quite good, isn’t he?!” Linguini states, a wide grin pasted upon his face.
“Good? It’s ingenious,” you exclaiim, unable to contain your opinions. Suddenly guilty, you break down your apologies. “I’m…I’m terribly sorry for the fuss. I suppose that I wasn’t expecting that plane trip to last so long. Perhaps, if it’s all right, might I give my compliments to the chef?”
“Sure! Come on back!” Linguini whole-heartedly offers.
Knowing what to expect, you march through the back doors with Linguini…and come to rest your eyes upon a fuzzy, rather diminuative figure pouring cranberry sauce into a pearl-white dish engraved with ceramic leaves and berries. You just catch a glimpse of the restaurant’s symbol – a round, pink nose with whiskers and a chef’s hat – before the sauce is layed upon the dish. Looking up from his work, the master chef catches your gaze and nods politely.
“Wonderful creme brulee, Remy. I haven’t felt so refreshed since 1984.”
Though taken aback at the fact that you know his name, the little rat chuckles and bows.
“Where might I find a plane headed to California?” you inquire of Linguini. He provides the answer, to which you thank him immensely, but not before bestowing a simple wave upon the little chef and his partners.
It has now been three days since you first plopped onto that grassy area, which you now know was Ant Island, walked into Monstropolis, took a trip to Sydney, and landed in Paris, France, and quite unexpectedly, you might add.
“And…now I’m over here! Thanks for the food and everything. I should probably return home, though…”
“Oh, no problem at all! Thank you for the fantastic story,” exclaims Mrs. Parr.
With a smile on your face and a packet of complimentary superhero trading cards in your hand, you walk out the door…towards satisfaction and contentment…
So, in a nutshell, all of the Pixar worlds “are” connected with that simple insertion of Mike swimming in the ocean during the end credits of Finding Nemo. Technically, however, each universe is separate…I guess. It kinda goes like this:
Ant Island —> Pizza Planet truck and trailer —> closet door —> Monstropolis —> Mike Wazowski —> Sydney —> Nemo —> plane —> Paris, France —> plane —> California —> The Parrs
Cars, as was previously mentioned, seems to be in a universe of its own (unless you took Route 66 to Radiator Springs), and the Toy Story worlds are wedged in-between all of those events, as they’re probably located in the United States somewhere, sooo…there you have it.
Curse my knack for writing out long novels spontaneously. My eyes hurt. (snigger)
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– Mitch
A cross over spaning all the movies.
The way it could be done is by making a movie about the fake history of Pizza Planet. Including a bit about the history of the Pizza Planet Truck.
Anyone like my idea for a pixar movie cross over?
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I knew the monster universe and the human universe is connected to each other through the doors (who was the monster Einstein?). But what about the Cars universe?
Three universes: HU, MU, CU
HU is not MU, HU is not CU, MU is not connected to CU, neither is HU. HU is connected to MU.
Mitch- Lol, that was great! I love how you’ve connected them all. 
Darn that Cars universe, being an exception…
lizardgirl - Haha. Thanks. I thought of you when writing out those Randall parts.
Yeah, Cars is the only film that’s kinda hard to squeeze into the mix. I suppose that the Parr family could have taken a cross-country road trip via Route 66, but since there are no humans within the Cars universe it might seem a little…obscure. (snigger)
– Mitch
Or they were magically transported in to the Cars universe^^
Now that is genious! Crazy idea there Mitch. I hope that becomes a real Pixar animated film one day! 
Witch_of_Night - Hmm. It’s possible, though I’m not sure how they would execute that form of action.
The Star Swordsman - Yeah, maybe I’ll be the one to make it! Heheh.
Thank you!
– Mitch
Mitch: Totally welcome!
How come I didn’t see this topic earlier ? 
I don’t think this would be a good idea. Although I agree most of the films can be in the same universe (except for Cars, obviously), and it allows some fun inside jokes, which I love (like Buzz in the dentist’s waiting room), I can’t see Pixar making a movie using characters coming from two different films to build a story.
I mean, it all comes down to this, right ? A good story. With characters that are already defined, you lose freedom for your story. That’s why sequels are so hard to do right. So, imagine how much freedom you lose with two groups of characters.
Now, sure I’m doing a crossover-comic, but it’s just a fun fan-thing. I guess that’s why I’m doing it : because it can’t happen for real
True, but I’ll admit, if it was real, I would watch it over and over again beacause it is so intense.
I can see Violet and Atta relating to each other over all the stress and pressure they are under.
Right now, I am working on a VERY LONG Pixar crossover fanfic, involving crossovers among all the Pixar movies so far. And yes, that includes Cars.
Violet and Atta? hmm, that sounds like a good cross!
I have a theory, but it might be random (lots of my guesses are random): In a secret science lab, by accident cars came to life. To prevent the cars from taking over the civilization, they sent them to another universe, hoping they’d be gone forever. Within that new dimension, the cars set up their own civilization, and eventually forgot about their origins and went on with their lives.
(By the way, wow, that was a really intense fanfic, Mitch! You must have worked hard on it.)
Ooooh, I can’t wait! “This is gonna be good, I can tell.”
bright-dot-dasher - Interesting theory on the origins of the “Cars” universe. Your upcoming fan-ficiton story sounds rather intriguing, as well.
Ha-ha. Thank you! I had a lot of fun writing it all out.
– Mitch