In the office, Mike was doing golf while he, Sulley, and Y/N were in a meeting with Celia and other monsters in charge.

"Look at that, guys. With your excellent management skills and my comedic prowess, our profits are up, up, up," Mike smiled then missed the hole.

"Actually, profits are down, down, down," Bean told them.

"Mike, the Jokesters are doing their best, but laugh canister output has been decreasing," Celia said.

"Right, but with me, Y/N, and Sulley in charge, morale has never been higher," Mike continued.

"Morale has never been lower!" Mr. Crummyham exclaimed.

"Maybe your graph-thingie is upside down," Mike remarked.

"No, my graph-thingie is correct," Mr. Crummyham objected.

"I'll tell you why morale's down, it's these depressing charts," Mike stated.

"Mike, we're not generating enough laugh power," Sulley said.

"What?" Mike asked.

"Until we do, we gotta figure a way to cheer folks up and trim our budget," Sulley continued.

"Right. I'll tell you what. At lunch, I will only play 17 holes, instead of all 18. I'm willing to make that sacrifice," Mike replied.

"Mr. Wazowski, we're gonna have to make deeper cuts than that," Bean told him.

"You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting," Y/N said.

"We're gonna have to make some changes in the staff," Bean replied.

"That's what we were hoping wasn't the case," Y/N responded.

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A/N Uh oh.