Buzz Has an Adventure
A/N: This fan-fic is based on a story I wrote about Toy Story in 1997. I will tell you for a fact that the story I wrote back then was MUCH shorter than this fic is. It was probably shorter than the first paragraph of this story! I added a lot more detail and plot structure to the story to make it more interesting and readable.
Chapter 1: One Boring Day
In the Midwestern United States sat an ordinary white two-story house inhabited by a 6-year-old boy named Andy Davis, a 1-year-old girl named Molly Davis, and their mother. Being a young boy, Andy was close to obsession with toys, and his room was stacked head-to-toe with toys of all sorts of functions and sizes. His favorite toys were a cowboy rag doll named Woody and a plastic spaceman named Buzz Lightyear.
Andy loved his toys very much, and he played with them every afternoon after coming home from school. Unbeknownst to him, though, his toys had an eerie capability to move and talk when he was absent.
The toys had various personalities. The toys were usually very friendly to one another. Since Woody and Buzz were Andy's favorite toys, they led the toys into action whenever necessary. They were like mayor and vice-mayor of a city.
There were many games and fun things to do in Andy's room, and so the toys always had a good time playing while Andy was away. But one day, Buzz just didn't feel satisfied. Almost every day, it was the same old routine. Andy left for school, the toys aimlessly played in the room, Andy returned, and he forced them into his somewhat childish and embarrassing "adventures."
Buzz had it. He wanted a real adventure…not a stupid "make-believe" adventure where Andy made him and Woody "save" Bo Peep from the clutches of One-Eyed Bart and Evil Dr. Porkchop.
At the present, Buzz was sitting on top of the plastic container in which the toy soldiers slept at night. The container was on the dresser. He sighed. Woody, who was on the floor, happened to look up and see Buzz depressed.
Woody climbed up the dresser and went to see what was wrong with Buzz. "Buzz? Buzz? Are you okay? What's the matter?" Woody asked his friend.
"Oh…nothing, Woody," Buzz said. "But I want to do something fun for a change. Wouldn't you agree it's getting kinda boring around here?"
"Not really," Woody confessed.
"Well to me it is. I'm going to go on…an adventure!" Buzz said.
"Buzz, it's too risky…especially without the rest of us," Woody said. "And just what adventure are you going on?"
"I haven't decided yet," Buzz stated. "I'll probably go outside. Oh! Wait, I know! There's this $100 bill in the house next to Sid's house. I'm going to go out and get it."
"You're going to risk going across that crazy-head Sid Phillips' yard just for a $100 bill? That's it?" Woody said.
"Yep. That's it," Buzz said.
"Okay…" Woody said. "Fine. Do whatever you want, I don't care," Woody said. "I've got better things to do than waste my time getting a $100 bill. But don't expect me to bail you out if you get in trouble."
"Oh, I won't," Buzz said. He got off the plastic container and jumped off the dresser. He pressed the large red button on his plastic suit, and instantly, two large plastic wings popped out on Buzz's back. He flew up toward the window ledge and stopped. He looked down and saw that Scud, Sid's dog, was in Sid's yard. "This'll be trickier than I thought," Buzz said. "To infinity…and beyond!" he shouted. Then, he stretched his arms forward and leapt off the window ledge. He glided nicely through the air…until his weight began to drag him down.
Buzz stopped flying in mid-air, and he started flailing his arms and legs in desperation, but it was too late. Buzz sank toward Sid's front yard, where Scud licked his lips and barked loudly. Buzz yelled and yelled, but his yells were interrupted when he hit the ground hard.