So my other Toy Story fic didn't go as planned. The plot wasn't as sturdy as I had originally thought. I realized this when I went to write chapter 2 and was like "where the heck am I going with this?" But, I am back with another attempt at Toy Story fan fiction and I can already tell that this plot is better than the last—in my opinion anyway. And who knows, if I think of a way to fill the major plot hole in the last story, I may go back and finish it one day.

Anyways, onto the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER: Toy Story and all its characters are owned by Disney and Pixar. I am only borrowing them for creative control.

Please review.

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Chapter One

It had all started out innocently enough. Woody had had no idea that a simple rescue mission could lead to all this. It was supposed to be quick and easy. Ride Buster to the yard sale, save Wheezy, and return to Andy's room. Being kidnapped had not been part of the plan. Now, Woody had discovered several ups to the whole ordeal. Yes, he had been greedily stolen, but had it not happened, he might have never known he had people out there that were practically family.

Not only was he the star of his own TV show—how come Andy had never heard of Woody's Roundup?—as well as being a collector's item, but he had met Jessie, who was from the same set as he which made them practically brother and sister, Bullseye, his noble steed, and the Prospector, though he had soon revealed himself to be a real nuisance.

He had immediately grown attached to Bullseye and, after giving Jessie a chance, a sibling relationship blossomed between them. Woody had had his doubts about the old Prospector, and in the end, it turned out his initial thoughts had been correct. Woody had thought inviting them back to Andy's would be a good thing for all of them. Bullseye had seemed eager, Jessie had been nervous but willing, but the Prospector would have none of it, and Woody soon found himself in something close to a nightmare.

Woody shook his head in order to clear his thoughts. There were more important matters at hand than reminiscing on the past. Woody hardened his resolve as he continued his climb up the mountain of suitcases. How had he ended up in a plane again?

Oh, yeah. Al.

He made it to the top of the pile easily and reached the green suitcase he had found himself trapped in just minutes ago. He fiddled with the locks briefly before lifting the lid up and peering into the recesses of said case. Curled in a ball at the bottom of the case was Jessie.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I believe you're on the wrong flight," he said with a smirk.

Jessie looked up and broke into a grin at the sight of him.

"Woody!" she cried as she launched herself into his chest, grabbing her brother in a hug.

Woody responded by hugging her back and saying, "Come on, Jess, let's get you home."

A look of uncertainty flashed across the cowgirl's face as she pulled away from Woody.

"But," she started, "what if Andy doesn't like me?"

Woody chuckled. "Nonsense, Andy will love you!" Smiling, he added, "Besides, he's got a little sister."

Struck by a sudden mood swing, Jessie beamed and pulled her hat to her head in excitement.

"He does? Well, why didn't you say so? Let's go!"

Woody let out a 'woah!' as she pulled him away with a burst of energy. They approached the door where the luggage was being loaded onto the plane. They watched as the person loading the plane stood up and left.

Now or never.

"Okay, on the count of three," Woody said. "One…two…"

The door slammed shut just as Woody and Jessie stood to their feet.

"This is bad," Woody mumbled as the lights went out. He heard Jessie gasp beside him.

"How're we gonna get outta here?" Jessie asked, her voice picking up a fearful tone.

Woody looked around frantically. They were going to get out of here.

As he felt the plane began to move, he noticed the escape hatch near the front of the plane. Not letting go of Jessie's hand for a second, he pulled her back up the pile of luggage and over to the hatch. They stared down through the small window and saw a pair of wheels below.

Knowing their time was limited, Woody began to pull the hatch open and soon Jessie was helping as well. As it opened, they were met with a blast of wind so strong, it nearly flung their bodies across the plane.

"You sure about this?" she yelled to Woody over the engine of the plane.

"No! Let's go!" he shouted back before climbing out.

She followed without hesitation. They carefully maneuvered themselves down the metal bar attaching the wheels to the plane; Jessie copying Woody's every move.

All was going well before their luck just had to run out. Woody lost his footing and with a startled yelp, he found himself plummeting towards the wheels. He would be ripped to shreds! He jerked to a stop when Jessie—thinking quickly—leaned down to catch him. The force of the stop, however, caused the tear in his arm to rip even more. Woody tried not to pay any heed to it.

When he lost his hat though, that was a different story. He let out a cry as his prized possession escaped his reach.

He was surprised when a hand with purple tips suddenly caught his hat and he heard the pounding of plastic hooves below.

"What's a cowboy without his hat?"

Woody looked down and broke into a grin.

"Buzz!"

Buzz Lightyear looked up at the cowboy and gave him a smile. Jessie stared down at the space toy she had only seen briefly once before and a look of admiration filled her eyes. This toy barely knew her and yet he had commandeered Bullseye and was coming to her and Woody's rescue. He looked so heroic, riding Bullseye like he knew exactly what he was doing.

She realized she was staring when she saw Buzz's cheeks flush as he looked away from her and back to Woody. She smiled at his flustered state. She knew right then she wanted to get to know this space ranger.

Jessie was brought back to reality when she felt Woody slipping from her grasp. She heard a rip followed by an exclamation of fear and pain from her brother. She looked down and noticed with fear that the rip in Woody's shoulder caused by the Prospector was growing larger, and despite Woody's best, the pain was getting too unbearable to ignore.

Woody searched for a way to get to the ground without being destroyed in the process. Had they not been twelve inches tall, falling would've been a good bet. He caught sight of a thick bolt combining two structures of the plane's wheels together. He pulled the pull-string on his back as far as it would go and swung it like a lasso. He would aim for the bolt so they could swing down and land on…

"Buzz!" Woody hollered. "Buzz get behind the tires!"

Buzz pulled hard on Bullseye's reins and moved the horse back. Buzz called to him once they were in position and Woody launched the string at the bolt. The ring at the end neared the target…

And barely missed it.

By now, the plane had turned onto the runway and was picking up speed with every second that passed.

"Woody, hurry!" he heard Jessie yell as he pulled his string out again.

He threw it and it neared the bolt once more. He could see Buzz pushing Bullseye as hard as the horse could take and he felt Jessie's grip tighten even more around his wrist.

Please, Woody pleaded silently. Please work.

It missed again. Woody cursed. The plane lifted off the ground.

"Woody!" he heard Buzz yell.

Woody looked back to his friend hoping his eyes displayed the confidence they always did even though he felt hopeless inside. He wanted Buzz to think he hadn't given up yet.

"Whadda we do now?" Jessie yelled down at him, watching the ground get farther away from them with dread.

"Pull me up," he told her, managing to keep his voice strong and steady. "There's no way down now."

Jessie understood and with little difficulty, hefted Woody up until he was safely back on the metal bar where he had fallen. They looked back up at the hatch that they thought would lead them to safety. Woody scowled.

"What's gonna happen to us?" Jessie asked.

Woody shook his head. "Guess we'll find out when we land in Japan."

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Buzz felt his stomach lurch as he watched the plane slowly ascending. It hadn't worked. Now, his best friend was stuck on the long flight to Japan as well as the innocent cowgirl he had seen for only a couple seconds back at Al's apartment.

He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. No, he wasn't going to allow this. Woody and Jessie may need his help, he wasn't about to back down. He was programmed for challenge and adventure; this should be second nature to him.

"C'mon, Bullseye, catch up to that plane!" he ordered the horse.

Bullseye obeyed and dashed forward. They were catching up, but the plane was still going higher. Buzz had to do this quickly.

He leaned down and whispered orders in Bullseye's ear. The horse nodded and sped up even more until it was running as hard as it could. As Bullseye drew closer, Buzz outstretched his hand and slowly and carefully stood on the horse's saddle.

"Now, Bullseye!"

Bullseye bucked forward at the same as Buzz jumped. He ejected his wings and breathed a sigh of relief when his plastic wings caught a slight draft.

It was enough to do the job and Buzz was lifted higher into the air. Buzz Lightyear was falling with style once again.

He neared the plane and reached for one of the metal bars.