It was another fine day at Andy's house. Woody and the other toys were just sitting down for a relaxing day of basking under the desk lamp on Barbie lawn chairs. "We better watch out, or we'll be baked potatoes soon!" Mr. Potato Head chuckled to his wife, Mrs. Potato Head.
They had just gotten back from a bath in the sink (a big thanks to Andy's mom), because of the mud puddle they had encountered earlier, when Molly had left them outside right after a light sun shower.
Bo-Peep's clothes, and sheep, were hung out to dry. She was now wearing Dr. Barbie scrubs. "This is crazy," she muttered to herself while she shook her head. She did this every few minutes.
"Bo, it's not that bad," said Woody, trying not to laugh.
"Not bad for who? These things are way too loose for me. My cleavage isn't supposed to show THIS much!" She complained.
"As I said, it's not that bad!" Woody laughed.
"You pig!" she screamed at him. "Is that all you sheriffs think about?"
"Sorry, I'll make it up to you," Woody apologized.
"Oh My God, not on that Barbie bed again! Its too hard, I have bruises in places you couldn't imagine." Bo-Peep snapped.
"I bet I could," Woody challenged.
"Ooooh," said a few of the toys watching the argument.
"That's it! I am out of here!" She yelled.
She ran to the side of the desk, looked at the floor, which to a toy looked as if it were a mile up, and stopped. She turned around and said her farewell to Woody: "This is what you get, you ignorant prick!"
A few things happened all at once, first, she jumped. Then, as she was falling, Andy walked in the room. The toys all scrambled to get to a place where it wouldn't look obvious that they moved to on their own. Woody, stunned, stood there on the spot with his hands up to his mouth. He heard a quiet crack as Bo-Peep hit the floor and broke.
Almost too late, he fell onto the desk and didn't move. Luckily, Andy was preoccupied. He didn't even notice the mess on the floor that was Bo-Peep. He was holding a box. It was wrapped in bright blue wrapping paper and had a tag stuck to a bow on the top. He looked at the tag, and read it out loud, "To My Dearest Andy, With Love, Aunt Leianne."
He threw the tag to the side and started tearing the wrapping paper off. It was a box. What was inside the box terrified Woody beyond belief. It was a toy, he went by the name of General Killjoy, and why Aunt Leianne would want to send Andy this was a complete mystery to Woody. He'd heard stories about this toy. Whole collections of toys broken and missing from houses after a child got one of these.
"AWESOME!" Andy shouted, "This is so much better than the other toys!"
He ripped open the box and pulled out a Styrofoam block, which fell open on his bed. General Killjoy looked even worse in person than on commercials. He was a tall white man, who was very muscular and had a crew cut. He was wearing camouflage pants, and a tan tank top. His helmet had fallen on his bed, along with his accessories: An M-16, walkie-talkies, and plastic knife.
"Hey, Andy, honey, we need to go to the store. I have to get some more eggs." Andy's mom shouted up the stairs.
"Aw, come on, I just got this open." Andy moaned.
"Too bad, I need to make some bread for the company dinner tonight. Oh, screw it, I'll just by loaf," She shouted. "Hurry the hell up, we're on a schedule here."
"Fine, Mom, I'm coming." Andy sighed. He threw the soldier toy back onto the bed and ran out the door.
No one moved until the sound of the door slamming shut was heard from downstairs.
They had just gotten back from a bath in the sink (a big thanks to Andy's mom), because of the mud puddle they had encountered earlier, when Molly had left them outside right after a light sun shower.
Bo-Peep's clothes, and sheep, were hung out to dry. She was now wearing Dr. Barbie scrubs. "This is crazy," she muttered to herself while she shook her head. She did this every few minutes.
"Bo, it's not that bad," said Woody, trying not to laugh.
"Not bad for who? These things are way too loose for me. My cleavage isn't supposed to show THIS much!" She complained.
"As I said, it's not that bad!" Woody laughed.
"You pig!" she screamed at him. "Is that all you sheriffs think about?"
"Sorry, I'll make it up to you," Woody apologized.
"Oh My God, not on that Barbie bed again! Its too hard, I have bruises in places you couldn't imagine." Bo-Peep snapped.
"I bet I could," Woody challenged.
"Ooooh," said a few of the toys watching the argument.
"That's it! I am out of here!" She yelled.
She ran to the side of the desk, looked at the floor, which to a toy looked as if it were a mile up, and stopped. She turned around and said her farewell to Woody: "This is what you get, you ignorant prick!"
A few things happened all at once, first, she jumped. Then, as she was falling, Andy walked in the room. The toys all scrambled to get to a place where it wouldn't look obvious that they moved to on their own. Woody, stunned, stood there on the spot with his hands up to his mouth. He heard a quiet crack as Bo-Peep hit the floor and broke.
Almost too late, he fell onto the desk and didn't move. Luckily, Andy was preoccupied. He didn't even notice the mess on the floor that was Bo-Peep. He was holding a box. It was wrapped in bright blue wrapping paper and had a tag stuck to a bow on the top. He looked at the tag, and read it out loud, "To My Dearest Andy, With Love, Aunt Leianne."
He threw the tag to the side and started tearing the wrapping paper off. It was a box. What was inside the box terrified Woody beyond belief. It was a toy, he went by the name of General Killjoy, and why Aunt Leianne would want to send Andy this was a complete mystery to Woody. He'd heard stories about this toy. Whole collections of toys broken and missing from houses after a child got one of these.
"AWESOME!" Andy shouted, "This is so much better than the other toys!"
He ripped open the box and pulled out a Styrofoam block, which fell open on his bed. General Killjoy looked even worse in person than on commercials. He was a tall white man, who was very muscular and had a crew cut. He was wearing camouflage pants, and a tan tank top. His helmet had fallen on his bed, along with his accessories: An M-16, walkie-talkies, and plastic knife.
"Hey, Andy, honey, we need to go to the store. I have to get some more eggs." Andy's mom shouted up the stairs.
"Aw, come on, I just got this open." Andy moaned.
"Too bad, I need to make some bread for the company dinner tonight. Oh, screw it, I'll just by loaf," She shouted. "Hurry the hell up, we're on a schedule here."
"Fine, Mom, I'm coming." Andy sighed. He threw the soldier toy back onto the bed and ran out the door.
No one moved until the sound of the door slamming shut was heard from downstairs.