Monsters at Work Season 1 (Sulley X Y/N & Tylor X Jamie)

Chapter 14: Needing a Break

The MIFT members then continued to do more for Tylor.

"And now, the moment you've been waiting for," Fritz began.

"Haven't been waiting," Tylor remarked.

"Tylor, this is your desk," Fritz said.

"Lucky," Cutter told him.

"Isn't this your break table?" Tylor asked.

"This table..." Fritz continued.

"Which is everybody's table," Val said.

"...will double as your very own desk. And what desk wouldn't be complete without your very own nameplate? Yes! You get...Complimentary Drooler Cooler," Fritz explained.

"Real drool in every drop," Val promised.

"'I gift MIFT' coffee mug," Fritz said, holding up a mug.

"That used to be mine," Val stated excitedly.

"A picture of yourself," Fritz continued, holding up a picture.

"And me," Val added.

"Is this from a security camera?" Tylor asked.

"Looks like it," Jamie answered.

"And last but not least..." Fritz stated.

"Not least," Val repeated.

"...your ceremonial sacred wrench engraved..." Fritz replied.

"I engraved it," Val said.

"...with the name of our newest member. Welcome, Tylor! One of us!" Fritz finished.

"I mean, you really shouldn't have gone to all this trouble. I am not going to be here that long," Tylor told them.

"Oh. I like the sound of that. Do you like it, Roto?" Duncan asked, Roto growled, then Duncan stated before Roto growled again, "Roto doesn't trust it. Therefore, I don't trust it."

"Oh. Oh. Uh...Is he even allowed to have pets at work?" Tylor wondered.

"'Pet'? He's my emotional support animal. Aren't you, Roto?" Duncan said, kissed Roto on the head, then added, "It's a medical condition."

"Now, you wait here, Tylor, 'cause we have one more surprise. Jamie, come with us," Fritz said.

"Okay," Jamie agreed and obeyed.

"You're gonna love it," Val said.

"L-U-C-K-Y," Cutter spelled.

"Uh-huh," Val nodded.

"Meanwhile, I'll get ol' young Tylor here set up with some canister refurbishments," Duncan assured then explained quickly while setting up a leaky canister, "All right, pretty boy. Here's a type A-188 series B canister. The screen valve's about to experience a catastrophic failure in 23 seconds. Here's the manual. Go."

Tylor struggled to look through the manual.

"Okay...Fifteen seconds!" Duncan told him.

"'Flow valve, F-4.' No, no. Forget it," Tylor said, grabbing the canister.

"Five seconds!" Duncan signaled.

"There's gotta...No. No, no, no," Tylor panicked.

Then the canister went haywire.

"Oh! Get down! Get down!" Tylor warned then it eventually stopped.

"Well, time for lunch," Cutter said then left.

"Fritz sure will be disappointed. You really messed that up," Duncan chuckled.

"I'll tell you what's messed up. You trying to kill me, okay? You guys are the ones who are messed up. I'm going to comedy class. Crazy MIFTers. MIFTonians. MIFTies. MIFTamacallits. MIFTouts," Tylor exclaimed as he tried to pull the door open.

"Uh...Push?" Duncan said.

"MIFTfits," Tylor stated as he pushed the door open then left.

"Piñata time, piñata time, olé! Piñata time, piñata time, olé!" Fritz and Val chanted as they and Jamie came back.

"Hey. What happened?" Fritz asked.

"Duncan, what did you do?" Jamie demanded.

Banana Bread blew a few raspberries in explanation.

"Whoa. Don't listen to him, okay? He's exaggerating. I didn't try to kill him. The rookie couldn't change a simple valve," Duncan objected.

"Duncan, I swear if you did try to do that, I will personally throw you down the trash shoot," Jamie threatened.

"Whoa," Duncan responded fearfully.

"Where did he go?" Val asked.

"He said something about a comedy class. I don't keep his schedule," Duncan answered.

"Comedy class? He didn't say anything about a comedy class," Val said.

"I don't understand. I tried so hard to make him feel welcome here. I gave him a desk, a nameplate, and look, he never even drank his Drooler Cooler. Sad sigh," Fritz replied sadly.

"I'll take care of it," Jamie told them and left to find Tylor.

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A/N Not cool, Duncan! Not cool!