"The fact of the matter is that toys are becoming more advanced," Woody stood on the tall toy basket at the foot of Bonnie's bed.
"They have better features than a pull-string," he held tightly to his own.
"Or a blinking laser," the cowboy's eyes fell sadly upon the space ranger.
"Or even a tape recorder," the sheriff solemnly grinned at his old friend.
"What are we going to do Woody?" Slinky Dog asked anxiously.
"Yeah," Hamm added. "I don't want to be replaced by one of those self-counting, digital coin banks."
Etch A Sketch waddled over and began scribbling.
"I won't let you be replaced by an iPad, Etch," Woody reassured his rectangular friend.
"What's the plan partner?" Jessie inquired.
"Well..." the sheriff lifted his hat to scratch his head.
"We will have to remind Bonnie how much fun she has had with us; show her that using her imagination is much more fun than staring at a screen or playing with toys that can play on their own."
"How will we do that Woody?" Little Bo Peep batted her eyes at the cowboy.
Woody blushed.
"Bonnie has a birthday coming up, let's face it," Mr. Potato Head spoke to the crowd. "We will be replaced with newer, shinier toys."
Mrs. Potato Head began weeping hysterically and pulled her husband into a hug.
"Potatoes are suppose to have eyes, not a blabbering mouth too," Chuckles The Clown snapped at Mr. Potato Head.
"Look," Buttercup cut in, "I've known Bonnie for a long time. You may not be new toys, but you are new to Bonnie."
"She's kept us this long, I don't see her getting rid of any newer toys anytime soon," Mr. Prinklepants tried reassuring the worried crowd of toys.
"Woody, I still don't understand what the plan is," Rex turned the attention back to the cowboy.
"You do have a plan don't you Woody?" asked Slinky Dog.
"I...I uh..." the sheriff scratched his head.
"What if we didn't stay put?" Buzz broke his silence.
All the toys' eyes fell upon the space ranger.
"You mean break toy code?!" Mr. Potato Head furrowed his brows in disbelief.
"OooOoo," the aliens sounded out in excitement.
Silence fell on the other toys.
"Think about it," Buzz hopped up onto the toy basket where Woody stood.
"We have to keep Bonnie's imagination alive. What better way to do that than to be in a different position every time she comes back into her room?" the space ranger put his fists on his hips in confidence.
"The one rule for every toy in the history of toys is to not do what you are suggesting!" Mr. Potato Head raised his voice.
"Maybe toys are constantly donated or thrown away because of that rule," Buzz replied.
"Buzz, listen to yourself," Woody commented.
"I say we try it," Bo Peep stomped her staff on the floor in agreement.
"Bo," Woody looked into Bo Peep's eyes.
"What have we got to lose Woody?" she looked deeply back into his. "She has a birthday coming up. I know that we are new to Bonnie but we aren't as shinny as we use to be. I think Buzzes idea could save us from being put in the donation box to make room for her new presents."
"I'm in too," Slinky Dog agreed.
"Me too," Rex announced.
"Couldn't hurt," in chimed Hamm.
"Count me in partner!" Jessie smiled at the space ranger.
Soon, all of the toys agreed except for Mr. Potato Head.
All eyes fell upon him.
"If I agree, can I choose the first position?"
The crowd cheered.
"Shhh!" Buzz silenced the toys. "I hear Bonnie coming up the stairs! What'll it be Mr. Potato Head?"