Randall Boggs woke up in the swamp after having been unconscious. He had such a headache. He had been hit in the head with a shovel by a human mother after James P. Sullivan had thrown him through a door. Mike Wazowski hadn't helped any either.

He felt his head and when he pulled his hand away, there was some blood. That shovel had done some damage. He looked around and saw the trailer where he had been in. They must have thought they had killed him and tried to dispose of him.

He couldn't have felt more embarrassed in his life. He was officially banished. But his boss, Waternoose, had banished them and they had come back. Randall was going to go back and get his revenge.

He growled at the thought of both of them and that kid. But it just made his head hurt some more. He wished he had some headache medicine and medical supplies to help aid this injury.

Randall began to move away from the trailer. He could only manage all eights. Standing upright made him dizzy. He just had to get away from here before the humans might come out and finish him off. Maybe they had just stashed him there? But they were going to be disappointed.

He groaned as he made his way into the woods surrounding the trailer. He knew he wasn't going to go back in that house, and more than likely the two cretins had destroyed the door so he couldn't get back in that way.

It was a chilly night in the bayou. Randall soon found a good bush that he could hide in. Right now, he just wanted to sleep. He was sore and exhausted. Just getting back was on his mind right now.

He needed rest first, then he would worry about finding the basics he needed to live. Where was he going to get food and water here?

He laid down on his belly and curled his tail over his back from around his right side. He shivered. He could only hope that daylight would be warmer. But at least he hadn't been put in that frozen door. He wouldn't last long there at all. Here, he might stand a chance.

He held his arms around himself, just trying to stay warm. He eventually managed to fall asleep. He hadn't had much sleep in the past couple days. He had let his exhaustion take him to dreamland.

Randall dreamed of having succeeded in his experiment on the kid and that it had been a success. He was being adored by other monsters for what he had done and they wouldn't have to work so hard anymore. Even Waternoose was proud of him, for once.

Randall smiled in his sleep. But soon, he heard a loud animal sound, a crow, that woke him up. It had startled him.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was morning. But what he woke up to was not his own room or bed. He saw he was by a bush and he made out the trees and grass around him.

Then it all came back to him.

He knew he had to get out of here and back to Monstropolis. This was not his area of comfort.

Randall got up on all eight limbs, but managed to get his hands off the ground before moving. He was still a little sleepy, but he had to get moving. He would have to find another house somewhere with a child to be able to get back.

His mouth felt so dry. He would find his needs on his way. He trailed deeper into the woods and found a trail. What used it, he didn't know. But it was better than nothing. It would be the best way to at least find him some water.

After walking a few miles, he did see some water. As he got closer, it didn't look like the most drinkable, but he had to have some to quench his thirst.

He looked around to see there were no humans or animals nearby and he lowered himself to the ground to get a badly needed drink.

It was so foul smelling and tasted like crap when he tasted it. He felt like gagging, but he forced himself to swallow it. He had to take a couple more drinks before he moved on. He had no idea what was in that water.

"Yuck!" He said in disgust. He just hoped it wouldn't make him sick.

Not long after, he felt some discomfort coming from his stomach. He knew it was going to be hard to drink that water. He kept on walking on the trail despite the nausea.

He walked a couple more bends when by then, the nausea had intensified. He put his lower hands on his belly. By now it was clear, he had to stop. He went over to a tree with thick roots on it and he sat down to relax, then laid down, just trying to soothe the nausea.

Laying down did seem to help a little bit, but it wasn't gone. Right now, he wished water wasn't a need. He would be happy to go without it. Unless he found a house and got home, he would have to face this every time he had to drink. Then he felt the sun.

Randall pulled himself over to lie in the sun to warm himself up, but making sure his eyes weren't blinded by it.

Lying down in the sun and warming up helped to get his system working more effectively, and the nausea soon calmed down. He soon was able to continue the journey.

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Randall walked all day out in the hot sun after his nausea was gone. He was once again, thirsty by evening as well as having gotten hungry. He looked around for anything edible, but there were no fruit trees around, and it meant he would have to kill for food. He was mainly a meat eater, but would eat some other stuff sometimes. But here in this strange land, he would have to make due with what was available or he would starve.

He had been a city boy all his life and knew nothing of the country life. Why couldn't he have gone camping at least just once? He hoped he would find a new human home soon.

By the time it was dark again, he was tired and still hungry and thirsty. He was just about to call it a night when he could make out some light down a steep hill. He squinted some more to see that it was a home, a human home! He had struck gold!

He found his way down the hill through the dark woods, heading toward the light.

By the time he got down there, his feet were so tired that he just couldn't go anymore. He had to crash. But now, he knew there was a human house out here. He went to a tree and climbed it, just so nothing would find him on the ground.

First thing in the morning, he would try to get back home and get his needs fulfilled.