Sulley approached the Oozma simulator, cracked his huge knuckles, and entered the room. In the ROR simulator, Randy also entered, climbing the side of the room and disappearing against the wall.

Sulley carefully crept up to the bed, slowly looming up and over the sim-kid. Then he let out the most ferocious ROARRRRR of the day!

In the other simulator, Randy was about to start his own scare when the sound of Sulley's roar knocked him off the wall. Randy fell to the floor, blended into a heart pattern on the bedroom rug, and let out a meager yelp. The sim-kid responded with a very short scream.

"It's all tied up!" the Greek Council vice president announced, indicating the scoreboard as Sulley and Randy emerged from their simulators. Against Randy's poor performance, Sulley had pulled the OKs up to the same score as the RORs.

Johnny and the RORs were furious with Randy. "You stink, Boggs!" Chet told him.

Randy seethed as he watched the Oozmas celebrate. "That's the last time I lose to you, Sullivan," he muttered.

"Worthington and Wazowski to the starting line!" the Greek Council vice president announced.

All eyes were on Mike as he marched to the starting line next to Johnny. The light turned green and both ran to their simulators. As they entered their doors, Johnny ran right to the bed while Mike took his time, distracting his sim-kid with a scratch on the bedpost.

Johnny went straight to the bed with a huge ROARRR! The sim-kid screamed, giving Johnny almost a full scream can. Johnny stepped out of the simulator and strutted like a champion as the crowd chanted, "ROR! ROR! ROR!"

Inside the Oozma simulator, Mike crouched by the bed, contemplating his next move. He knew it was all up to him. He thought about everything he'd been told over the years ... leading up to Sulley's advice: Let the scary out! Mike focused his energy and leaped onto the bed, letting out his best, most intense ROARRRRR!

The sim-kid screamed — and Mike's scream can filled to the top! The crowd went wild! The Oozmas were the winners of the Scare Games!

The OKs jumped up and down happily as the crowd cheered, "Oozma! Oozma!" and Sulley shouted, "We're in the Scaring Program!" Ms. Squibbles was hugging everyone. She hugged Don, but his tentacles stuck to her. They both pulled away, slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, pardon me, there, Ms. Squibbles," Don said.

Ms. Squibbles batted her five blue eyes and blushed. "It's Sheri," she said sweetly as the Oozmas hoisted Mike onto their shoulders.

At last, the celebration began to wind down, but the Oozma Kappas felt that all their dreams had come true. They had accepted their trophy and were basking in the glory of being winners. As they finished shaking hands with the crowd, one fan shouted, "You rule!"

Don grinned. "I have never ruled before," he said. Sulley laughed as he looked for Mike in the crowd.

"Hey, Wazowski!" Sulley shouted, finally spotting Mike near the Oozmas' simulator. "Come on, let's go, you maniac! We're celebrating!"

But Mike didn't respond. He seemed dazed. "Mike?" Sulley asked.

"I did it," Mike said in an awed tone. He walked into the simulator and stared at the sim-kid. "I can't believe it. I'm going to be a Scarer."

Sulley smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, you are."

Mike turned toward the sim-kid and said, "You hear that? Get plenty of rest, kiddo, 'cause you haven't seen the last of Mike Wazowski." Mike playfully threw his hands in the air and said, "BOO!"

The sim-kid shot straight up in bed and screamed. Mike turned to see the scream can f ill to the top. "I knew I was scary," Mike said, confused, "but I didn't know I was that scary."

"Yeah," Sulley replied. "We're so scary, I guess we broke it."

A dark thought suddenly passed through Mike's round head. He walked over to the sleeping sim-kid and snapped his f ingers. "AHHHHH!" the sim-kid screamed, and shot out of bed again.

Mike lifted the bed skirt and took a look at the settings on the control panel. Sulley shifted nervously. "Come on," he said to Mike, "I don't think you should be messing with that."

But Mike looked closer at the gauges. He noticed that the settings for each round in the simulator were set on high — except for the last one. His own settings were on the lowest, not the highest, level. All at once, it dawned on him: the simulator had been rigged.

Mike turned to Sulley. "Did you do this?" he asked.

Sulley struggled for an answer. Finally, he said, "I ... Yes, I did." He watched Mike's face drop. "But you don't understand."

Mike was heartbroken. "Why?"

Sulley hung his head and sighed. "You know, just in case."

Mike knew all too well. "You don't think I'm scary," he said, stunned. "You're just like Hardscrabble and everyone else."

"Well, what was I supposed to do?" Sulley replied, defending himself against Mike's anger. "Let the whole team fail because you don't have it?"

The words shot Mike through the heart. He stared at Sulley for a moment. Then he stormed of f.

Sulley looked to one side and saw the rest of the Oozmas staring at him in shock. They had been standing near the simulator and had heard everything.

Squishy sadly set the trophy down on the ground. Then he and the other Oozmas walked away, hurt and confused.

Sulley stood alone on the stage, trying to process it all. He picked up the trophy and numbly walked across campus.

Johnny and the RORs spotted him and crowded around. Johnny slappedSulley on the back. "Looks like I was wrong about you," Johnny said, throwing a ROR jacket over Sulley's big shoulders. "You're one of us after all."

Sulley saw Dean Hardscrabble up ahead. He stared for a moment, and then a look of resolve came into his eyes. He handed both trophy and jacket to Johnny. As the RORs watched in surprise, he left them behind and strode purposefully toward Hardscrabble.

At the same time, Mike was walking through the halls of MU's door tech building, heading to the door lab. As he passed a group of students exiting the lab, he casually lifted a key card from a backpack. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he quickly swiped the card and waited for the security light above the lab door to turn green.

毛怪来到OK会队的模拟舱，掰了掰他那巨大的指关节，进入了屋子。精吓会队的模拟舱中，蓝道也进入了房间，他纵身一跃跳到了墙壁上，接着使出了隐身的绝招。

毛怪轻手轻脚地一步步靠近床边，慢慢出现在智能小孩的上方。接着他发出了到今天目前为止最凶猛的怒吼！

在另一个模拟舱中，蓝道正要开始惊吓，不料毛怪的怒吼声直接将他从墙上震落下来。蓝道摔落在卧室地板的一张地毯上，隐入了地毯上的一块心形图案。他只能发出一声无力的吼叫，智能小孩的惊叫声也转瞬即逝。

毛怪和蓝道从他们各自的模拟舱里出来时，希腊议会副会长指着计分板宣布道：“分数拉平了！”毛怪在这一回合完胜蓝道，帮助OK会追平了对手精吓会。

强哥和精吓会的其他成员对蓝道大为光火。喳喳对蓝道说：“宝基，你烂透啦！”

蓝道望着不远处欢庆的OK会成员，愤愤低语道：“这是我最后一次输给你，苏利文。”

“沃新顿和华斯基请到起跑线准备！”希腊议会副会长宣布说。

麦克来到起跑线，在强哥身边站定，全场的目光一下子聚到他身上。绿灯亮起，两人朝模拟舱飞奔而去。强哥进入房间后，径直来到床边。而麦克并不急于现身，他抓了抓床柱，借此分散智能小孩的注意力。

强哥直接朝着床发出一声巨大的怒吼。智能小孩尖叫起来，强哥的尖叫收集罐几乎要装满了。他离开模拟舱，昂首阔步，好像已经获得冠军似的。全场观众发出了震耳欲聋的欢呼：“精吓会！精吓会！精吓会！”

OK会队这边，麦克蜷缩在床边，思考着下一步该怎么做。他明白自己担负着全队的命运。他回想着这些年自己所学到的东西，接着他想到了毛怪的建议：让你吓人的一面释放出来！麦克使出全身力气纵身跳到床上，发出了他自己有史以来最棒、最猛烈的吼声！

智能小孩被吓破了胆——麦克的尖叫收集罐瞬间就被填满了！观众们一下炸开了锅！OK会队获得了本届“惊吓杯”的冠军！

全场观众欢呼着：“OK会！OK会！”OK会的成员们高兴得上蹿下跳，毛怪则喊道：“我们可以回惊吓学院喽！”史太太恨不得给每个人一个大大的拥抱。她抱了抱老唐，却被老唐的触手紧紧吸住了。两人赶紧推开对方，都觉得挺难为情的。

“噢，真对不起，史太太。”老唐赶紧道歉。

史太太眨了眨她那五只蓝色的眼睛，脸红了。她甜甜地说：“叫我雪莉吧。”而此时，OK会成员们已经将麦克抬到了他们的肩膀上。

最后，虽然庆祝活动渐渐平息下来，但OK会成员们觉得他们的梦想全都实现了。他们拿到了奖杯，沉浸在冠军的喜悦和荣耀中。观众们纷纷上前和OK会的成员们握手，快要结束时，一个粉丝还大声喊道：“你们太牛了！”

老唐笑着说：“我还没这么牛过！”毛怪一边开心地笑着，一边在人群中寻找麦克。

“嘿，华斯基！”毛怪最终在模拟舱旁发现了麦克，他大声喊道：“来吧，咱们走吧，你这个狂热的疯子！我们在庆祝呢！”

麦克并没有回答，反而露出怔怔的表情。“麦克，你怎么啦？”毛怪问道。

“我成功了。”麦克的声音听起来无比庄重。他走进模拟舱，望着床上的智能小孩说：“我自己都不敢相信。我可以成为一名惊吓专员了。”

毛怪会心一笑：“对，没错。”

麦克转过身对着智能小孩说道：“听见了吗？好好睡吧，小鬼，你还没见到麦克·华斯基的真本事。”麦克调皮地举起双手，嘴里发出“乒”的一声。

智能小孩一下子坐直身子尖叫起来。麦克转过头，看到尖叫收集罐又满了。“我知道我很吓人，”麦克疑惑地说道，“可是也不至于这么吓人吧。”

“没错，”毛怪回答，“我们太吓人了，把机器都弄坏了。”

麦克圆圆的脑袋里瞬间闪过一个可怕的念头。他走近熟睡的智能小孩，轻轻打了一个响指。“啊——”智能小孩又被吓得从床上弹了起来，大声尖叫。

麦克掀起床单，看了看床底的控制盘。毛怪紧张地扭动着身体，对麦克说：“赶紧回去吧，你最好别乱动那个。”

但麦克反而更加仔细地检查着表盘的计量数值。他发现前几轮的表盘都设置成了最高难度，除了最后一轮——也就是说那一轮为他设置的难度系数不是最高，而是最低的。麦克一下子明白过来：模拟舱被人动了手脚。

麦克转身问毛怪：“是你干的吗？”

毛怪努力地寻找着一个合适的回答。但最后他只好承认：“我……嗯，是我干的。”看到麦克拉下脸，他又说：“但你别误会。”

麦克简直要崩溃了：“为什么？”

毛怪低下头，叹了口气说：“你知道，这只是为了以防万一。”

麦克明白了所有的一切。“你不相信我的能力，”他震惊无比，“你这样跟郝刻薄院长和其他人有什么区别？”

“要不然我该怎么办？”见麦克如此愤怒，毛怪为自己辩解道，“难道让整个团队因为你而输掉吗？”

这些话就像有把锋利的尖刀刺进麦克心里。他愣愣地注视着毛怪，好一会儿才缓过神来，接着便怒气冲冲地离开了赛场。

毛怪看向另一边，只见其他队员们也投来了惊异的目光。大家在模拟舱旁听见了他们所说的一切。

史乖宝难过极了，把原本举得老高的奖杯放到地上。他和其他OK会成员对于毛怪的行为感到既伤心又不解，都默默地离开了赛场。

毛怪孤零零地站在赛场中央，不明白为什么会这样。他捧起奖杯，木讷地穿过校园。

强哥和精吓会的队员们看到毛怪，都围了上来。强哥拍了拍毛怪的后背：“看来我之前小看你了，”说着他将一件精吓会会服放在毛怪宽阔的肩头，“你终于成为我们的一员了。”

这时，毛怪看见郝刻薄院长在前面。他默默地看着院长的背影，然后眼里透出了一丝坚定的目光。他把奖杯和会服都递给强哥，在精吓会惊讶的目光中，大步向郝刻薄院长走去。

此时麦克正穿过怪兽大学传送门科技楼的走廊，朝传送门实验室走去。一群学生走出了实验室，从他身旁经过，麦克则神不知鬼不觉地从一个学生的背包上摘下了钥匙牌。他朝周围望了望，确定没有人在看，就赶紧刷了刷卡，等待实验室大门上方的安全警示灯变成绿色。