A/N: This is a teaser of sorts to the rest of the fic that I'm writing. I don't own Toy Story, though it would be pretty great if I did. R&R!
Throughout his life as a toy, Buzz Lightyear had had to figure some things out the hard way. There had been learning to never challenge Slink to a game of checkers unless you wanted to get a good beating, learning how to get out of the toy box without stepping on every toy possible, especially the ones with loud, sound emitting buttons.
Then, of course, there was the whopper, the mother of all lessons, if you will; accepting that he was not actually Buzz Lightyear, Space Ranger Extraordinaire, but Buzz Lightyear, beloved action figure.
This life lesson was proving to be just as important as the ones above, Buzz figured. The incidents stemming from the cause seemed to be happening more and more recently, and he knew he should probably act on the warning his conscience was giving him.
Never trust Jessie when her face is set into a full out mischievous look. Even more so when it was mixed with flirtatious expression that had been making itself present ever since all of Andy's toys had made the move to Bonnie's house. Whenever the Yodeling Cowgirl had her face set into either of those expressions, things of the not entirely pleasant variety seemed to happen to him.
Now that he thought about it, it probably wasn't a good sign either when Bullseye was with her, while in that state.
If Buzz had just figured it out a bit sooner that Jessie had something in mind for her amusement, obviously involving him, he might not have gotten into his current predicament. The laughter of all the other toys in Bonnie's room echoed in his ears…