Based almost entirely on a children's show we had where I work. The information contained in this fictional story is purely my own work; I don't own any of the rights to that show.


Chapter 1 – Rainy Rainy, Bazooka Janie

It was late afternoon, and a rainy day up in the bedroom of the little dark haired girl the toys knew only as Bonnie. The aforementioned little girl was a little older now, and had been at elementary school for most of the day. Most of the toys, due to the bad weather outside, were lazing around, some of them dozing in the toy chest at the end of the bed.

One such toy had been Buzz, but now he was starting to awaken. He put his hand down and out to one side as he sat up amongst the crowd of toys nearby him, and stretched the other out as well above his head. Beside him, Woody laid, still soundly asleep.

Looking around, and giving a little yawn Buzz scrambled to his feet and pushed open the lid of the chest cautiously. Sensing no movement from any human in the room, he pushed the lid a little more and squeezed through the gap. He let go of the chest and allowed himself to drop lightly down to the floor.

Scouting the area, he flipped open his helmet and took a moment to inhale. He could smell the damp in the room and it made him shiver a little bit. Maybe a little bit of air in the room would get rid of the smell, he decided, as he started to make his way up to the window. It took him a few minutes to get there, but when he did, he was rewarded before he even laid a finger on the window sash to lift it upwards.

For there, sitting with her nose pressed to the glass, watching the rain, was Jessie.

"I should have known you'd be up here. It never ceases to fascinate me how you always stare out of the window when it rains, Jess," Buzz commented, wandering up a little closer to the cowgirl.

"Down in Oklahoma, we never had such rain," Jessie commented idly, leaning back from the window enough to speak. "Besides on such a quiet day as this, what else is there to do?"

"Wait, go back a second. Oklahoma?" Buzz queried.

"Emily." Jessie said. "I used to live in Oklahoma. Haven't you heard the song?"

Buzz shook his head. "Song?"

"Oh Buzz…" Jessie sighed, defeated. "It's the one…" she paused, and then sang the opening line, "it goes 'I was born in Oklahoma in the rolling Osage hills…'?"

Buzz still looked blank, so she continued.

"I was born in Oklahoma in the rolling Osage hills, and I rode my pinto pony at full gallop for my thrills; a song of joy and gladness bubbled upwards from my heart, and burst forth merry music: that's how yodelling got its start!"

"Say, that's a pretty little song I hear from my old ranching days" Woody's voice floated up to them from below. Evidently he had not been as fast asleep as Buzz had guessed.

"You remember it?" Jessie twisted her body around on the sill, her legs dangling over the edge as she threw herself down to the floor. She landed with a gentle thud.

Above her, Buzz lifted the window sash, having not forgotten his original mission, before dropping to the floor to land near the two Western dolls.

"Howdy Buzz." Woody greeted his friend, before turning back to Jessie. "Yeah, I remember that song. It was on one of those vinyls that Al sold to the museum in Japan."

"I hope it wasn't the one we almost broke," Jessie giggled, remembering their antics back in the apartment, and how they had run around and around with Bullseye on the record player when they'd all first met.

Woody was about to reply when a sudden noise from the hallway made them all skitter to their places – Buzz jumped back into the toy chest, followed by Woody. Jessie hightailed it to the top of the bed, and managed to flop back into place just as Bonnie ran into the room.

Her backpack was thrown messily on the floor, her fifth grade books falling out of the not completely closed zipper, and her eyes darted around the room. "Where's mah cowgirl dolly?" She squealed, spotting Jessie lying against the pillow and grabbing her.

"We got to go watch TV! You'll love it," she declared, as she ran from the room again, trailing the redheaded doll with her.