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Chapter 13
Later that night, Don led Mike and Sulley to their room. “And here’s what you’ve been waitin’ for, fellas — your very own Oozma Kappa bedroom!” he said, switching on the light. Mike and Sulley looked around the tiny room with bunk beds. Don smiled. “We’ll let you guys get settled,” he said cheerfully. “Anything you need, you just give a big holler-oony!”
Sulley nodded as Don closed the door and left. Then he turned to Mike. “Are you kidding me?” he asked, convinced the Oozmas could never become Scarers.
“Look, they don’t have to be good. I’m going to carry the whole team,” Mike replied.
“Really? And who’s going to carry you?” Sulley huffed.
Mike was suddenly furious. “Hey, you want to go back to Can Design, you know where the door is!”
Sulley shuffled his big feet. Mike was right. They were going to have to make good here. Just then, the lights went out. Sulley flicked the light switch. Nothing happened. “Great,” Sulley muttered.
“Guys? Anybody home?” Mike said as he and Sulley felt their way through the darkened house. A door creaked open, revealing stairs to the basement. “Um, hello?” Mike said, seeing a dim light. “Fellas?”
Mike and Sulley stepped down into the basement. A single candle flickered in the center of the room. They flinched as a robed monster stepped forward from the shadows. “Do you pledge your souls to the Oozma Kappa brotherhood?” the robed figure asked solemnly. The figure’s hood fell back a little, revealing a mustache. It was Don.
Someone suddenly whacked Mike on the behind with a paddle. “OW!” Mike yelled.
A robed two-headed monster stepped from behind them. One head said, “Do you swear to keep secret,” and the second head finished, “all that you learn here?”
Sulley was whacked on the behind, too. “HEY!” he shouted angrily.
Squishy emerged from the shadows dressed in a black robe. “Will you take the oath of the —” he began, when the lights came on brightly. A roly-poly monster in pink hair curlers waddled down the stairs, carrying a basket of laundry.
“Oh, for cryin’ out loud, Mom!” Squishy said, squinting at the light. “We’re doing an initiation!”
“Oooh, scary!” Ms. Squibbles said. “Well, carry on. Just pretend I’m not here.”
Squishy looked at Mike and Sulley, embarrassed. “This is my mom’s house,” he explained as Ms. Squibbles loaded the washer. Squishy sighed and started again. “Do you promise to look out for your brothers, no matter what the peril?”
As Squishy recited the oath, Ms. Squibbles put a pair of sneakers in the dryer and turned it on. Squishy tried to talk over the sound of the sneakers thudding louder and louder. “Will you defend Oozma Kappa, no matter how dangerous? In the face of unending pain?” Squishy yelled over the constant th-thud, th-thud of the sneakers in the dryer. “Sacrificing all that you —” Th-thud. “Oh, forget it,” Squishy said, finally giving up. “You’re in.”
The brothers of Oozma Kappa crowded around Mike and Sulley. “Look, we know we’re no one’s first choice for a fraternity,” Don said. “So it means a lot to have you here with us.”
“I can’t wait to start scaring with you brothers,” Squishy told Mike and Sulley, hugging them awkwardly. He handed them each an Oozma Kappa baseball hat. Mike put his on. Then he looked at Sulley, who stood with the cap in his hand as if he hadn’t quite made up his mind. Finally, Sulley put the tiny cap on his giant head, and the Oozmas cheered.
Terri and Terry rushed over to Sulley and whacked him on the behind again. Sulley turned, grabbed the paddle, and snapped it in half.
“Ahh!” Terri and Terry screamed as they scurried away.
The group happily headed upstairs to the living room. “Time for a celebration!” Squishy said. “Grab the couch cushions, gentlemen, ’cause we’re building a fort!”