All language subtitles for Monsters.at.work.S02E07.DOLORES+NTb.English-WWW.MY-SUBS

You doing okay back there,
Bernard? I know I forgot
your booster seat.

I can't see you,
but I still love you.

Hands off!

My famous
stinkerdoodle cookies
are for Tylor and his friends.

Thanks, Grandma.
And, Mom, thanks
for driving today.

I don't know why
Val couldn't pick me up
this morning.

She picks me up
every morning.
Must be busy or something.

Mm-hmm?
What?

I just wonder
if Val's still mad
about the softball game.

What?
'Cause I probably
would be.

But I'm petty like that.

No. No. I mean, all I did
was strike her out and win it
for the other team.

Well, I don't think
I put in enough cinnamon
to fix all that.

But she knows
it was just part
of the game.

It'll be fine.
Look. I got cookies.

You know, the best way
to get somebody to forgive you
is just to say you're sorry.

Sorry, hon.
I forgive you.

See?

So, I have this amazing
opportunity to be a jokester,

which makes me all excited,
like, yay!

But when I told Tylor,
my best friend, I wanted him
to be excited for me,

and he just wasn't.

Like, I was so supportive
of him becoming a jokester.

Why can't he be supportive
of me?

Yeah. I already told him
how I felt.

Hey. Good morning, Val!

Hmm.

Ta-da!

I got something for you.
Stinkerdoodle cookies.

Grandma T. made them for you.
And the whole gang.

So they're group
apology cookies.

Sorry. What's...
You're mumbling.
I can't...

Nothing.
Huh?

Why are you
still here?

Didn't you get the memo?
Brenda didn't give you
the memo.

Come with me.
Wait. What's happening?

Mike and Sulley
have something
very special planned.

As do I. I brought cookies.

Where are we going?
Basement.

Technically,
it's the basement
below the basement.

If Brenda had given you
the memo, you'd know.

Who's Brenda? Do I know her?
No more questions.
Thank you.

Wait. Is this elevator
moving horizontally

instead of vertically?

So, uh, you've been
a little quiet this morning.

You feeling okay?
I'm fine.

Cool. Yeah, I just want
to make sure we're good.

Yep.

Wow. Awkward.

I should have
taken the stairs.
You know, get my steps in.

Hmm? Huh.

Val?

Tylor. Come join us
so we can get started.

Yes, very glad you
could take the time to attend
a mandatory event.

About time,
College Boy.

I'm sure you're all
wondering why
we asked you here today.

You know, I was up all night
excitedly wondering about

what I was going to
wonder about today.

Isn't that wonderful?

We thought this might help
boost team morale

after losing
the softball game.

Hmm...
I brought cookies.

Yeah, I was very down
we didn't win,
but you know what, guys?

I found that if you sob into
your pillow long enough,
you can get over anything.

Anyway,
this company started

because a group
of monsters like
you worked together.

Uh-huh.

So today we're gonna
work together by doing
some teamwork activities.

It's gonna be fun.
As fun as the softball game?

Ah, ah, ah. Funner.

I know some of you
might find

this historic part
of Monsters Inc.
a little creepy.

But it's a perfectly
normal reaction,

considering all the monsters
who've gone missing
in these tunnels

thanks to Karloff
the Shrieker.

The Shrieker?

Mother used to tell me
stories about him.
She said he was just a myth.

And mothers don't lie, right?
They don't lie, right?

A myth? No, no, no, no.

Oh!

Here you go.
Thank you.

Long ago, one of the first
scarers to lurk these halls

was a terrifying monster
named Karloff the Shrieker.

The only thing he hated
even more than human children

was laughter.

His greatest pleasure in life

was making children scream
over and over again.

As the years went by,
his hatred extended
to fellow monsters.

Some say his spirit roams
these tunnels still,

looking for new victims
to terrify

and drag off
into the darkness.

Karloff comes for you
when he hears your laughter.

The lights flicker,
you hear a shriek...

And by then it's too late.
His claws are already
grabbing you.

But those are just
silly rumors.

You have nothing
to worry about as long
as you don't laugh.

Not a problem.

Okay. I'm gonna go ahead
and make a deputy
supervisor decree

that we all leave immediately
and go to a well-lit,
ghostless room upstairs.

Yeah. I can't believe
I'm about to say this,
but maybe Duncan is right?

Oh, good. Now you're
supportive of Duncan.

Did you say something, Val?
You're mumbling again.

Everyone just relax.

Karloff was a real monster,

but he's not a ghost
and he's not gonna get you.

But I do understand
and I hear your concerns,

which is the perfect
transition to our first
team-building activity.

So, we thought
we'd take you back
to our company's roots.

To where the very first
Monsters Inc. door station
was constructed.

Even if it's an old
piece of junk that hasn't
worked in years.

Mike.
And by old, I mean classic.

And by piece of junk,
I mean piece of junk
with sentimental value.

All right. Who wants a pen?
Who wants a paper?

Everyone write down an area of
improvement for Monsters Inc.
and put it in the bowl.

Then Mike will read them
out loud anonymously.

That is, if you have
any complaints.

Okay. I guess
you all had a few.

Give a guy an inch,
he thinks he's a ruler.

Uh, here we go.
"I think everyone is doing
their best. Love, Fritz."

Just a reminder, this was
supposed to be anonymous.

That was unanimous.
I second the motion.

Okay. This is just
a bunch of paperwork.

How else am I supposed to
get you to sign them?

"Things around here
keep going missing,

"like sugar packets
at the coffee station,
and my lucky mitt..."

I mean,
"Mike's lucky mitt."

I think someone
forgot to return
my Holding Pen key.

You know, it's been
borrowed for a long time.

And I can't find
the bowl I keep
my interesting boogers in.

There it is.

"Someone should be
better about apologizing

"for not being
a supportive friend."

Maybe take them
to lunch. You know,
tell them how you feel.

This just says "Tylor."
Yes, my complaint is Tylor.

Anonymous!
My anonymous complaint
is Tylor.

Yeah, his behavior
at the game didn't echo
our collective values.

Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Let's slow down here.

It wasn't my fault Johnny
picked me and I won
the game for Fear Co.

Plus, I made cookies
to make up for it.

Oh, ouchies.
Grandma T. made them.

Did you bring coffee
to go with those cookies?

Perhaps a pepper stink mocha?
I'm onto you, College Boy.

I don't know
what you're talking about.
Don't make me laugh.

Oh, no. Now the Shrieker's
gonna get me.

The Shrieker's
not gonna get you. I told you.
There's no ghost.

Ha! Very funny, Sulley.
You can come back now.

We're all laughing
at your very funny joke.

Where did they go?

The Shrieker got him!
And now he's gonna get us.

Out of my way! I'm essential!

Well, I'm definitely next.

Hot blondes never make it
to the end of these stories.

Hey, calm down. We need
to stop panicking and put
our heads together

before the Shrieker
takes anyone else.

We need a search party
to find Mr. Wazowski
and Mr. Sullivan.

We can't leave
any monsters behind.
Oh, I volunteer.

I know these tunnels like
the back of my own tentacle.

I've studied all
the underground schematics.

Huh?

For fun.

As long as you promise
to come back alive, Rogie.

All right. Let's go.

I'll go with you.
Whatever.

Okay. While you do that,
the rest of us will try to get
an old door up and running

so that we can
get out of here...
And you're gone.

Wow. Do they move fast.

Sulley?
Mr. Wazowski?

Mr. Sullivan?
Mike?

Mr. Sullivan?
Hello?

Mike.
Hmm. This way.

Sulley?
Are you here?

Sulley? Mike?
Hmm.

I don't remember this part
of the tunnel system.

I'll tell you what. Give me
a minute to sniff it out.

I think
we should go that way.

Ugh, why do we always
have to go your way?

What are you talking about?
This was your idea.

I followed you
into this spooky tunnel.
It's not that spooky.

You know, I've been sensing
some tension bubbling up
between the two of you.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Could we do this later?
Monsters' lives are at stake.

I once had this
transformational life coach,
Dr. Claudia Clapperclaw,

who taught me some insightful
communication techniques

that you might find
illuminating.

Yeah, all of that
just sounds made-up.

This is now
the talking flashlight.

Looks like
a regular flashlight,
but it's not!

Whoever holds it will use
"I" statements to explain
how they feel.

Like, I feel great
about this exercise.

Who wants to give it a go?
This is so stupid.

Ah, ah, ah.

"I feel..."
Ugh, okay.

I feel
that this is stupid.

Good, good. And how does
that make you feel?

Well, I feel frustrated,

because all day long I've been
hoping to get an apology
from you, but no.

Hey.
We're really getting...

I feel like
I already apologized
for that silly game.

Is that why you've been
acting weird and, like,
mumbling all day?

I feel like
I don't mumble,

and bringing apology cookies
isn't the same
as saying you're sorry.

They weren't
just any cookies.
Start with "I feel."

Yeah. You made
Grandma T. make them.
She wanted to make them.

And I wanted you to be
supportive.

Well, you didn't tell me that.
I can't just read
your mind, Val.

But you're my best friend
and you just should!

Oh, would you look at that.

The talking flashlight
got upgraded to
the throwing flashlight.

Not a peep till I come back.

Come on, Val.
Mm. Not without
the talking flashlight.

Yeah.

Hey. This is odd, even for me.

What are those?
Are those track marks?

Or claw marks?

Should we open it?
No. The Shrieker
might be in there.

Yes, but so could
Mr. Sullivan and Mr. Wazowski.
We have to open it.

Okay. On three.

One...
Two...

Three!

Hey. You guys find
Mike and Sulley?
Just found a broom, huh?

Well, I got more
bad news.

This place may be
covered in doors,

but the only working one we
found was that one.

There you go. This right here
is your standard-issue
banishment door.

See the sand embedded
along the frame?

Classic. This baby leads
straight to the barren desert.

Yep, nothing but you
and the deep-seated
loneliness that follows.

I can't go
into a motherless desert.

And I certainly don't wanna be
stuck in a dark basement with
a murderous ghost.

Or we try to catch
the ghost.

Catch a ghost?
No, not gonna happen.

What are you, nuts?
Ha.

I'd rather have everyone
except me die than listen
to your traitorous opinion.

Listen. I think
what Tylor's trying to say

is that if we can get
the Shrieker through
the banishment door,

we can trap it.

Yeah, that's what I was...
All right.
I'll be the bait.

Someone get me some butter.
Like, a lot of butter.

Or we can lure him out
with the thing
he hates the most.

Laughter.

And then demand
he give Mike and Sulley back.

By any means necessary.

Yeah. No,
that's what I was...
Okay, everyone.

Let's all help get the
banishment door in position.

This kid is something else.

Hooked up. Ready to go.

So, we're gonna drop this door
on the Shrieker and he will
be trapped forever.

No matter what happens,
just keep laughing
and stick together.

I'll keep an eye out
and give you the signal.

Everyone laugh. Right now!

This isn't working.

Hey. Remember when
we got that fancy high-tech
vending machine

and it turned evil?

"I am evil."
Oh, Vendy Two.

Whoa, was she a feisty one.
She totally ate Duncan.

Yes, I almost died,
was so hilarious.
Thank you, Val.

And then
she gave me extra PopFarts,

which give you exactly what
they say they're gonna do.

Yeah, it took us a week to
lick Drooler Cooler debris off
the wall. Remember that?

Here he comes.
Everyone in position.

Cutter, you're up! Go!

The talking/throwing
flashlight is now

the laugh-to-keep-from-dying
flashlight.

Hey, big boy.
This way. Yeah.

Fritz, you're up!

Oh!

Over here,
much-bigger-than-me-monster!

Here, Duncan!

It's laughter he's after.

Duncan! Here!
Over here! Got it!

Roger! He's almost there.

Oh, you know, you have
something stuck in your teeth.

I hope it isn't anyone I know.

It's stuck!

Whoa!

Tylor!

Hello. Hey.
Open the door. Open the door.

Not until you tell us
where our friends are.

We're right here.
It's us. Let us in.

Oh, yeah. Awesome.

Whoa.

Mike!
Wazowski!

No.

Sulley!

Well, there's a plot twist.

Great work, everyone. You came
through with flying colors.

How did you get the Shrieker
to give you their costume?

The costume was all part
of my plan.

I knew if you were
under a little pressure,

you'd come together and work
as a team. And you did.

Just a brilliant performance
on my part, if I do say so
myself, which I just did.

Oh, encore. Encore!

Sorry, folks. This was just
a one-time production
of Monsters in the Dark.

This whole thing
could have been a memo.

Yeah, last time I saw someone
fall from that high,
they didn't walk away.

It was more
of a very slow crawl.
Respect.

Oh, and I also accept
your stinkerdoodle
cookie apology.

Finally. Ooh!
These are good.

Extra stinky!

Everyone else,
you know, the idiots,

may have been charmed
by your heroics
and pathetic cookies.

But not me.
I didn't make them.
My grandma did.

Sweet Virginia?
Ooh, gimme, gimme, gimme!

There's one left.
Just for you.

Mm. That was a good plan.
And you did really great,
you know?

Making everyone
relax and laugh.

Thanks. You did
a great job too.

Listen. I wanted
to say I'm sorry

for throwing the talking
flashlight and expecting
you to read my mind.

Yeah, you know,
after our talk, I totally
get why you're upset.

And I want to say
I'm sorry for what happened
at the softball game. I was...

I was in my head,
you know?

But I should have been
more supportive of you.

By letting you get that hit
to win the game.

Ah.

Can't wait to get back
out there with the best
jokester assistant ever.

Oh.

Actually, I'm ready
to do something on my own.

I'm gonna take
the jokester job.

Oh, yeah.
The jokester job offer.

Of course,
you should definitely
take it, you know?

I mean, you know, I would.
Actually, I already did.

So... Yeah. Congrats,
Unicorn Sparkle.

I guess I'll see you
on the Laugh Floor.

Not if I see you first.
On the, on the floor up there.

All right. I'll, uh...
I'll see you.

Oh. What's this sugar packet
doing down here?

I've been looking
for these everywhere.

I'll just hang onto this
for my sleepy time coffee.

You know drinking
too much of that stuff makes
you crankier than usual?

It does not,
you purple throw rug!

Oh, and by the way,
great job

with all the lighting effects
and shrieks and adding
the claw marks.

It really sold the whole
spooky ghost thing.

Claw marks?
That wasn't me.