Shrek Mike Wazowski Novels & Stories

I looked at Maxine and in my best Billy Crystal voice, I announced, "'That's Mike Wazowski, care of 22 Mike Wazowski You-Got-Your-Life-Back-Lane'." It wasn't long before one of the RMP's called in that they had him spotted at Toys-R-Us on the highway. By the time IAB got to their location they had him handcuffed in the back of the unit. What I wouldn't have paid to have seen their faces when they realized!

My pulse throbs in my wrists, my throat, and… other places. But what am I doing, touching him? Teasing my arch nemesis boss, like we’re becoming friends? I’m here for one reason alone: to make this man feel like a steaming pile of horse shit. So I yank my hand back, and I should feel good about the flicker of hurt across his handsome face. I don’t. I don’t feel good. Snatching up Mike Wazowski, I squeeze him until his giant eye bulges. He lets out a long, tortured squeak.

“Are you freaking kidding me?!” Mike blurted out. “Nope, and don’t yell. You’ll scare the fish.” “So, you are trying to make me believe that there is some kind of weird, supernatural zoo on the base?” “Yes, because there is. I have seen some of these things, and you would not believe some of them. I don’t believe some of them, and I saw them. I even had a pair of pants shredded by a chupacabra, and I don’t mean the dog-looking one. I am talking about the freaky, flying lizard, kangaroo kind of thing. It was the most bizarre thing I have ever seen in my life. On the bright side, Wren got me three new pairs of pants to replace the one that was shredded. I think he even felt bad that I had to c