(Int. little boy's bedroom, night)
Mother: Good night, sweetheart.
Boy: Good night, Mom.
Father: Sleep dream.
(The bedroom light clicks off. Soft moonlight illuminates the room. A little boy snuggles into bed as his parents' footsteps fade away down the hall. All is quiet)
(The closet door creaks open)
Boy: (looks around the room nervously, eyes growing wide) What was that?
(Suddenly, he spies a tentacle, emerging from the closet. The boy turns away in fear, but a second look reveals it to be just a shirt sleeve. He relaxes back into bed)
(A dark shadow cuts across the bedspread)
Boy: Who's there?
(From under the bed, a pair of evil red eyes peer out)
(Rising up behind the boy, preparing to scare his young victim, towers a fearsome monster.)
(The boy sees the monster and screams)
(The monster, horrified by the child, lets out an even more blood-curdling scream of his own)
(He backs away and slips on a soccer ball, which ricochets off the wall and beans hi squarely on the face. He stumbles back onto a skateboard, slips, and lands on a pile of jacks)
(Crazed with pain, the monster runs around the room, screaming and holding his backside)
Computer Voice: Simulation terminated. Simulation terminated. Simulation terminated.
(Worklights flash on, flooding the room with light. The boy, now revealed to be an animatronic, winds down and resets. One wall of the bedroom starts to rise, revealing...0
(INT. SIMULATOR/TRYOUT ROOM, DAY. The bedroom is a set, a simulator where monsters practice their scare tactics)
(Behind a control console sits an evaluator)
Waternoose: Oh, no! Mr. Bile, can you telling the truth?
Bile: My friends call me.
Flint: Mr. Bile, can you tell me what you did it, Waternoose.
Waternoose: Mrs. Flint, there's nothing child detection agency...
Recruit: I wasn't go in a kid's room. The monsters are the scare floor, Mr. Waternoose.
Waternoose: That wasn't Monsters, Incorporated doors are the scary, scary enough for the simulator kid. I need scarers who are confident, tenacious, tough until scare floor like James P. Sullivan.
(James P. Sullivan, snoring loudly, fast asleep)
(INT. SULLEY'S BEDROOM, MORNING. Sulley is an intimidatingly large big blue monster with horns, sharp teeth and sharp claws)
(The clock radio next to him clicks on)
Mike: Time's up, Sulley. (Mike puts a bull horn to Sulley's ear. Bwaat!)
Sulley: (screaming)
(INT. LIVING ROOM, MORNING. Sulley drops to the floor for push-ups. Mike stands in front of him barking orders like a coach)
Sulley: Mr. Waternoose, I hate you bedroom in the simulation.
Mike: Yeah. Drill Sergeant trillium the vampires and werewolves, Sullivan.
Sulley: Wazowski, the spooky zombie and the scary Dracula.
Mike: Right.
Sulley: The deceased monsters are named Mrs. Waternoose.
Mike: Look out!
Sulley: (roars louder)
