Monsters at Work (2021) s01e03 Episode Script

1
(SOOTHING LULLABY CHIMING)
WOMAN: Good night, sweetheart.
MAN: Sweet dreams, pumpkin.
MAN: Come on. Let's go to bed.
(THUNDER RUMBLING IN THE DISTANCE)
(COOS)
(GIGGLES)
(BABBLES)
(HUMMING)
- (GASPS) Oh! There's my favorite girl.
- (GIGGLES)
There she is.
Coochy-coochy-coochy-coochy-coo.
- (SCATTING AND BLOWING RASPBERRIES)
- (GIGGLING)
(SNIFFS) Oh.
(SNIFFS)
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
(SNEEZES)
(EXCLAIMS AND YELPS)
(SCREAMING, GRUNTS)
(WHIMPERING)
(GIGGLING)
(GROANING)
(GASPS) Oh, no!
- Uh
- (COOING)
Do you think your parents will notice?
Yeah? I do, too.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
- Uh, we got a really big problem.
- What did you do this time?
I'm so sorry, Maria.
I, uh, damaged the room.
Damaged room
(ALARM BLARING)
Damaged room alert!
Damaged room alert.
Please cease all
amusing activities at once
and evacuate Laugh Floor
after in a non-humorous manner.
It's a 418, people.
We're clearing the Laugh Floor
but nobody gets the day off.
Phlegm, what happened?
Oh, I have a cold.
And when I was in the room,
I sn I sne
(GASPS) Aye, mocco.
(SIGHS) Sorry, Maria.
He damaged the room of our best giggler.
We gotta get this room back online stat.
I'll get this work order over to MIFT.
The crowd is breathless
as he's going for the
longest kick of the season.
And here's the field goal to win
There goes footsie ball.
(SIGHS) You win again, empty chair.
You know, us hangin' out here,
all hangin' out and stuff,
reminds me of all those times
we hung out at MU.
- Did we hang?
- Yep!
I'm pretty sure we had that,
just that one class together.
Look alive, guys, we've got a 418.
Four-eighteen? I'm on it, sir.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
That's the MIFTer spirit, Duncan.
And take Tylor with you.
Oh, no. I'm not taking college boy.
Okay, then. Val, you take Tylor.
(GASPS) Cool! Our first 418 together.
- Whoa, whoa, not so fast.
- What's a 418?
Four-eighteen.
A 418 is code for "damaged room".
When a kid's room gets
damaged, we go in and fix it.
- A real kid's room?
- Don't forget your helmets.
I don't need a helmet.
That's the last thing Jimmy said.
Was a temp. Went on a 418.
Forgot his helmet, family dog showed up.
- Thought he was a chew toy.
- Tragedy.
I had his dented helmet
bronzed if you wanna see it.
Tylor, there is no better way
for a new MIFTer to
learn than on the job.
- Now get movin'.
- Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy
Four-eighteen. Got it.
Okay. I'll get that. No, no.
Sorry. We're just
I'm okay. I'm just
Are you sure, sir, that you don't
wanna send in, say, an expert?
- Like moi?
- TYLOR: Back out.
He'll do fine!
(YELLS)
(PANTING)
Still time to change your mind.
Look at us. College buds.
Makin' new memories.
Just like old times.
I don't remember any "us" memories.
You probably just need a smell or
something to help you remember.
- (GASPS)
- Whoa. Phlegm's phlegm is dangerous stuff.
I gotta say, I am impressed.
This is a big job. We're
gonna need Cutter's help.
(GASPS) What are you doing?
If I'm gonna be a jokester, I
gotta make a kid laugh, right?
(WHISPERS) Watch this.
Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle.
- (WHIMPERING)
- No. No tickle, tickle.
WOMAN: I thought I heard something.
Can you go check on her?
MAN: (GROANS) We can't run
in there every time she cries.
She's gotta learn to self soothe.
Let's get back to bed. You know
I have spin class tomorrow.
(BOTH SIGH IN RELIEF)
- (THUNDERCLAP)
- (BOTH GASP)
(COOING)
MIKE: Baby?
We have to take the baby out?
- Just while we make the repairs.
- Nope.
No kids allowed in Monster's
Inc. or Monstropolis.
If she wakes up and the parents
catch us, boom! Dead door.
Wait, what if I take her
out and keep her asleep
- No, no, no!
- Come on, Mike.
Not after what happened
last time with Boo.
Remember? (DEEP VOICE)
"Ooklay in the agbay".
Is he speaking French?
(NORMAL VOICE) Our
lives were almost ruined.
That won't happen again.
If we can't fix it in time we've
got ourselves a dead door.
I'll do it!
- (CHUCKLES) You?
- Yes, me.
You see, Sulley, there's a
difference between you and me.
- I'm tall and you're short.
- No.
- I'm blue, you're green.
- No.
- Awesome horns. Little nubs.
- No!
- Furry, not furry.
- No.
- Huggable, less huggable.
- No! And stop it!
Unlike you, Sulley, I
can control my feelings.
I'm immune to kids' cuteness.
Oh, googly bear.
(ALL WHIMPERING)
- SMITTY: Get out.
- But I just got in.
- But it's my turn to ride in the bucket.
- If you'll excuse me.
Your big butt will get
stuck like last time.
- Needleman, out.
- (GROANS)
- Wait.
- NEEDLEMAN: My bucket.
You're gonna put the
baby in that bucket?
You see a bucket. I see a thing-holder.
Watch and learn.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(COOS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
All right, little snoring thing.
You're coming with me.
All righty.
Operation no wakey baby has commenced.
All righty, everybody.
We're burning moonlight.
We need to get that room repaired fast!
Let's go, 418 buddy.
This sort of reminds me
of that simulator project
we did for the MU scare fair.
When the cannister blew and
Slaatten's tail got caught in fire.
No, I don't remember. I'm pretty sure
I'd remember Slaatten on fire.
- (EXCLAIMS) Remember he's like runnin' around.
- Hey!
- Remember?
- Enough memory lane, kiddos.
It's go time.
VAL: (WHISPERS) Slaatten's
on fire, Slaatten's on fire.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(VAL GRUNTING)
(TAPE RIPPING)
TYLOR: Oh. (GRUNTS) Ow.
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTING)
Let me help you with that, rookie.
- Okay, here.
- Gonna wake
- You just Do not You st
- No. Stop. Give it.
You guys okay? (GASPS)
- Uh Everything's under control.
- (THUNDER RUMBLES)
(SNORING)
I just want you to know that
cute snoring thing that you do?
- Doesn't affect me.
- (DOOR OPENS)
- (EXCLAIMS)
- Hey, Mike!
(CRYING)
(SHUSHING)
- (WHISPERS) How's it going?
- Perfect. No problem.
See? I'm not even
affected by little Snore.
Wait. You named it?
Um (HESITATING) I
You told me once that if you name it
You start getting attached to
it. And no, this is different.
- How?
- I just can't call it "thing".
For example, if somebody
came in and said,
"Hey, Mike, can I borrow that thing?"
How would I know what
they're talkin' about?
Snore or a stapler? It's
completely different.
I just came by to tell you
Rant just gave me
two tickets to the baseball game.
(GASPS) The Monstropolis Creepees
versus the Red Shocks?
Yeah. Awesome seats, too.
Oh, that's great! When are we going?
We? Oh, uh, it's today's game.
I was gonna ask you but
since you're babysitting
- I was gonna see if Fungus wanted to go.
- Fungus?
- (GASPS)
- (MIKE WHIMPERING)
Fungus? He knows zip about baseball.
I'm the Creepees biggest fan.
Look, look, look.
And an autographed picture
of me with TJ Clawson.
I've got tons of monsterobilia.
Take Fungus to the opera.
You're taking me to the game.
What about little Snore?
Leave that to me.
Hey. Remember when Professor Knight
gave that room protocol lecture
and you fell asleep? (SNORES)
- No, I don't.
- Or did I fall asleep?
Maybe I dreamt I was awake
and you were asleep.
You were definitely asleep
and you were snoring like
Val! Val. I don't remember.
(GRUNTING)
Oh!
(BOTH GASP)
Hello.
(SOFTLY) Duncan, what
are you doing here?
(WHISPERING) As deputy supervisor,
it's one of my many duties
to oversee my employees.
We are not your employees.
Okay. Subordinates. Whatever.
I'll just be over here taking notes
on your (HISSING) performance.
(GRUMBLES)
Wow. Comfy. Yeah.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(MIKE HUMMING EXCITEDLY)
- SULLEY: Mike.
- MIKE: I'm being a good Snore-sitter.
BOB: It's a monstrous night for
baseball here at Creepees stadium.
We're in the middle of the first
between your Monstropolis Creepees
and the visiting Boostown Red Shocks.
MONSTER: Go Red Shocks!
I'm Bob Yucker and
TJ Clawson is making a run
for the history books tonight.
After yesterday
Pardon me. Coming through.
Baby on board.
Oh, here we are. Ooh! In the front row.
(CHANTING) Let's go Red Shocks!
Pardon me, do you mind keeping
your screams to a whisper?
- SULLEY: Mike
- (LOUDLY) Come on, Creepees!
BOB: And here's the man of the hour.
TJ Clawson's stepping to the plate
and this crowd is going wild!
- (CROWD CHEERING)
- What a team!
There's no stopping us now.
BOB: Jose Fingers on
the mound for the Shocks,
stares in for a sign and here he comes,
a three-ball pitch.
TJ Clawson, a swing and a drive
to deep left field, way back.
Get up! The Green Monster is gonna
catch it though and he does.
Oh
BOB: Nothing gets past
the Green Monster.
(CHUCKLES MOCKINGLY) Yeah!
(CHANTING) Let's go Red Shocks!
- (BABY WHINING)
- Hi there.
(CHANTING) Let's go
Red Shocks fan, huh? Well, I,
for one, can appreciate that.
Team spirit and all.
But us Creepees fans put family first,
and like to keep things
calm and noiseless.
For the children.
- BOB: And don't forget
- (GROWLS)
Thank you, buddy.
I'm not sure this was such a
good idea, bringing the baby.
Oh, oh, I see. You get
to go out and have fun
while I'm stuck taking care of the baby.
But you got to go
No. I'm sure you would've
rather brought Fungus
than dragged boring old me and the baby.
- You're not boring. I didn't mean
- I get it.
- (BABY CRYING)
- There. See what you've done.
What I've done? Maybe she's hungry.
- Give me your rotdog.
- You can't give a human baby a rotdog.
Oh! Now all of a sudden
you're the expert.
I'm just saying, you don't
know what's in those things.
My mother always said, "You
make 'em try something once,
or they'll become picky eaters".
Don't let that big hair ball tell
you what you like and don't like,
- my little grubby wubby.
- (BABY BURPS)
- Whoa!
- (BABY BURPS)
Now that's a burp. See? She loves it.
Now it's time to earn your minimum wage.
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
- (THUNDER RUMBLES LOUDLY)
- Now!
And now.
And
And as your deputy supervisor,
I should warn you that
you're running out of time.
Speaking of time, it's time
for my union lunch break.
I got a date with a
hot beef steak on rye.
Mmm, sounds delicious.
He ain't no sandwich. (CHUCKLES)
All right. I'll see you after lunch.
Whoa, whoa. You can't leave, too.
Yeah, I have to. I've got comedy class.
Mike's not even teaching it today.
- Get back in here.
- I
(GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTS)
(POWERS DOWN)
BOB: In the number two slot
is Robbie Rotten Robertson
- (BABY BLABBERING)
- (SNIFFS)
You smell something, Sulley?
I think my rotdog's gone fresh.
- Well, it ain't me. It's
- (BABY GIGGLING)
- Huh?
- BOB: He rips one down the line and
(COUGHING)
PLAYER: Hey! Batter. Swing, batter!
Whoa. Wow, that's fresh.
Makes my eye water.
- Hey, pal, buddy.
- Nope.
Nothing's more important
than our friendship.
- Nope.
- Come on. You know
- Nope. No.
- You owe me for that favor I did for you.
- That one time.
- Nope.
- Favor
- (SLURPING)
- That I did. I'll pay you!
- (SLURPING LOUDLY)
You're the one who insisted
on giving her the rotdog.
I didn't know it would make
its way through so quickly.
These humans are weird.
I still haven't passed something
from seven months ago.
You know, my mother always said,
"What goes in must come out".
- (BABY COOS)
- I never liked your mother.
VAL: All cleaned up.
This is just like that time
in Toxicity Studies
when you melted the table
We took one class together.
It's gotta be someone else.
Just think. In nine more years
of being my junior assistant
apprentice intern,
you'll graduate to being my
assistant apprentice intern.
Dreams really do come true, huh?
- (CHUCKLING)
- (SIGHS)
- (GRUNTS) Whoa, whoa!
- (THUDS)
- No, no, no.
- WOMAN: What was that?
MAN: I don't know. Let's
check it out. You lead.
(WHISPERING) They're coming.
The parents are coming.
You big old klutzy klutz, klutz.
(TYLOR GRUNTING)
VAL: Get out of here!
(EXCLAIMS)
(EXCLAIMING)
(GASPS)
Everybody, hide.
BOB: Oh, no. They're in trouble, folks.
It's the bottom of the fifth
and the Creepees are
still down, three-two.
Ron Volasko has one more
shot at a base hit here.
MONSTER: Go Red Shocks! Come on!
BOB: Fingers working from
the stretch. Here he comes.
Volasko, a swing and a
miss. He struck him out.
Oh, brother, did you miss it.
Clawson hit two fast balls.
Oh, I got a good feelin'
tonight's the night.
Isn't that great? I'm so
glad that you enjoyed it.
Oh, uh Hmm
Well, if there's anything
you need me to help out with.
How about you're cooking dinner
tonight and doin' the dishes.
Cooking? Well, uh,
maybe we can order out.
Order out? Order That's all we do.
Why can't we for once have a nice
home-cooked family meal together?
- Answer me that!
- SULLEY: But you like ordering out.
- (GROWLS)
- That was before the baby.
Hey! You two windbags mind?
- I'm trying to watch the game.
- (BABY CRYING)
Mind your own business.
This is between us.
- (GROWLS)
- It's okay, Snore. Go back to sleep. Shh.
SULLEY: Mike, do something.
(CHANTING) Let's go, Red Shocks.
- Maybe you could sing to her.
- Sulley, we're at a baseball game.
- (CHANTING) Let's go, Red Shocks.
- I'm not gonna sing to her.
(CHANTING LOUDLY) Let's go, Red Shocks!
- Shh. It's okay, Snore. Go back to sleep.
- (CRYING)
MONSTER: (CHANTING)
Let's go, Red Shocks!
There you go. That's good.
MONSTER: (CHANTING)
Let's go, Red Shocks!
Boo! You swing like a baby!
- A really wicked, ugly baby!
- Okay, that's it!
Listen, gasbag.
How is the baby here supposed to sleep
with you makin' all that racket?
You's talking to me?
Uh, no, actually.
I was rehearsing a play
that we're doing with our local
theater group. (CHUCKLES)
Yeah. It's called "How's
that baby supposed to sleep
with you making all that racket?"
WOMAN: I know I heard something.
(DOOR CREAKS)
Sweetheart, you okay?
- DUNCAN: I'm fine.
- (WOMAN GASPS)
DUNCAN: Uh, just very sleepy.
Thank you, parent. Good night. (KISSES)
- WOMAN: Her first words.
- MAN: Wow!
WOMAN: Did you hear
that? Her first words!
MAN: And complete sentences, too.
WOMAN: She's gonna be a genius.
- MAN: Yes!
- WOMAN: I gotta call my mother.
MAN: We are such great parents.
I told you, co-sleeping with her
the first year would make her smart.
Dad of the year. Right here.
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
(WHISPERS) Hey. You guys good?
A cast of about eight or nine.
If you wanna come backstage
and say hi we can do that.
Um, but you're really making
way too much out of this.
(GROWLS) Who brings a stupid
baby to a baseball game?
- What did you just say?
- Uh, he didn't mean it.
I said, what kind of
class-A moron, ingrate,
ding dong brings a stupid
baby to a baseball game?
(BABY WHINING)
That's what I thought you said.
- SULLEY: Mike
- Nobody.
Not even an overgrown ogre in
makeup, calls our baby stupid!
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!
Come on. Put up your dukes!
(CROWD CHEERING)
- Go, Clawson!
- You want a piece of me?
(CROWD CHEERING)
- Yeah!
- Come on, come on.
(GRUNTING)
- (THUDS)
- SULLEY: Oh, yeah!
Whoa, Mike. Did you do that?
A home run fly ball!
An actual Monstropolis Creepees,
TJ Clawson, record
breakin' home run ball.
- And it's all mine.
- (GROANING)
Before our friend here comes to,
I think maybe we should get going.
Good idea, Mike. Let's go.
You know, we gotta get little
Snore here back to her room.
(GASPING)
- What did you do to the door?
- Nothing. I closed it.
- You were the last one to touch it.
- So? This isn't my fault.
Explain why this door
deactivated for no reason.
You keep distracting me with
(MOCKING) "This reminds me of this time,
You remember that time
we and this time"
- This reminds of that time
- (NORMAL VOICE) See?
How many times do I have to
tell you, I don't remember.
Why is it so important to you?
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
Because
Because
(SIGHS)
When I first got to MU
(SIGHS) no one noticed me.
(SIGHS) And then (SNIFFLES)
one day, in class,
you spoke to me.
(VAL SNIFFLES)
You said,
"Excuse me. Is this seat taken?"
Huh. Door's deactivated.
Uh, that can't be good.
(POWERING ON)
You guys know the door got turned off?
(GASPS) A rescue party! (PANTING)
Out of the way, sub-ordinates.
Oh, I just need to
breathe some stale air.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(SIGHS)
(COUGHING)
Coming through.
Excuse me. Coming through.
Great job, MIFT.
Now, let's get that baby
back where she came from.
- (BABY COOING)
- There. Okay. There you go.
(SQUEAKS)
(EXCLAIMS)
- Shh, shh, oh
- (BABY WHINES)
- Oh, It's, it's okay. Shh, It's okay.
- (COOING)
Mike, maybe you should sing to her.
What? I am not gonna sing her a song.
- You have a beautiful voice.
- Go on.
- (WHINING)
- No. I'm not go
CELIA: Googly Bear.
- (WHINING)
- (SHUSHES) Okay.
Okay, okay, okay, I'll do it.
But just for you.
(CHIMING)
(SINGING) I put you back
back where you came from ♪
I put you back back where you belong ♪
I put you back back
where you came from ♪
And I'm not gonna sing you a song ♪
I don't care about you ♪
Not one single bit ♪
I don't care about you at all ♪
I don't care about you
so don't think I do ♪
And I'm not gonna sing you a song ♪
Your sweet simple smile
doesn't brighten my day ♪
Your eyes don't reach into my heart ♪
Your wiggly toes
don't tickle my nose ♪
And quite frankly
you smell like a rose ♪
(CHUCKLES)
(SINGING) I'm putting you back
back where you came from ♪
And like I told you
I won't sing a song ♪
I put you back back
where you came from ♪
And now it's hard to say ♪
(SNORING)
(WHISPERS) Good night, Snore.
(SINGING) So long ♪
Oh, Googly Bear, you and Sulley
took such good care of her.
MIKE: Yeah. Maybe me
and Sulley will have
a little grubby wubby of our own.
- CELIA: Mike!
- MIKE: I'm just kidding, schmoopsie poo.
(MIKE CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS) That was close.
But we, uh, got through it.
Didn't we? (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Like our Origins of Fear class.
But you don't remember me.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
"You picked the best seat in the house".
What?
When I asked, uh, "Is this seat taken?"
You You said, "You picked
the best seat in the house.
You remember.
Yeah. You, uh, you even shared
your Hot Snots candy with me.
(CHUCKLES)
I remember that because
it's, uh, it's my favorite.
(SIGHS) College buds.
College buds. Yeah.
Hey, but look at us now.
Makin' new memories.
Work buds.
Yeah, work buds. Why not?
(GASPS AND CHUCKLES) Hey. I know
where Duncan hides his Hot Snots.
- Really? Where?
- (CHUCKLES) Under Roto's cage.
- Oh. Oh, that. No.
- I eat it all the time.
- No. That's not candy.
- Yeah.
- It definitely is.
- No. That's
- We're gonna eat it. Work buds.
- Don't eat them.
(SINGING) Candy, candy, candy ♪
Val, no.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
MIKE: All right.
All you future jokesters
settle down, please.
Settle down.
Now today will be the evaluation of
the laugh potential of this round,
bladder-like item humans
call the hoopie cushion.
- (ALL GASP)
- That's awesome.
As you can see, I have pre-inflated
it according to the instructions
and will now place it on the
chair and await the comedy.
- (CLASS EXCLAIMS SOFTLY)
- Here we go.
Just keep watching.
It's gonna be great. (CHUCKLES)
Here it comes.
Comedy.
(CLICKS TONGUE) Hmm.
(SQUEAKING)
It should be workin' fine.
It says right here in the manual,
"Inflate it to its full
capacity and then"
(FARTING)
You killed it!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
BOB: That's our broadcast for tonight.
So long, everybody.
You have been listening
to the Creepees Radio Network
and I'm Bob Yucker.