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Bonnie knelt on the bedroom floor, Buzz Lightyear clutched in one hand, Jessie in the other. A cotton handkerchief was attached via scotch tape to the Cowgirl's hat. She bobbed Buzz up and down. "Out of our way, you Fiends! Jessie and I are going to get married and there's nothing you do can stop us!"

Mason sat across from her holding his Reptillus Maximus Battlesaur. Rex and Trixie stood by his crossed legs. "Never! You know True Love is outlawed in these parts! Jessie shall marry ME and be my Dinosaur Queen! Mwhahaha!"

"Oh no!" Bonnie gasped. She twisted around. Behind her, Woody lay motionless on the floor. "Sheriff Woody!" She said as she picked him up. "Is there anything you can do to save us?" She tugged the string on his back.

"I'd like to join your posse, Boys, but first I'm gonna sing a little song..."

Bonnie's face lit up. "That's it!" Holding all three dolls, she jumped to her feet. Mason stared at her curiously.

"What are you..."

Bonnie cleared her throat. "I'm getting married in the moooorin'..."

"Singing?"

Bonnie waved her toys back in forth as though they were engaged in a three part harmony. "Ding dong the bells are gonna chime..."

Now Mason understood. He grinned as he thrashed Reptillus back and forth. "No! Not singing! My one weakness! Argh!"

"Go ahead and kiss me! Tell me you miss me! But get me to the church! Get me to the church! Get me to the church onnnnnn timeeeee!" Bonnie ended with a grand spinning flourish. Mason broke character long enough to give applause and she bowed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

With Reptillus defeated, the toys "raced" to the altar where Pricklepants was set up as preacher. "Do you take this Spaceman to be your awfully wedded husband and promise to save the Universe together to Infinity and Beyond?" said Mason.

"Yeee-hah! I do I do I do!"

"Then I pronounce you Spaceman and Cow-Wife! You may kiss the bride!" Bonnie mashed Jessie and Buzz's faces together. The sight of the two toys "kissing" finally broke the children and they burst into peals of laughter. Mason collapsed on the floor, holding his stomach. Bonnie lay down next to him.

After the laughing fit had ceased, Mason rolled over and reached for Reptillus. "Even though he 'lost' Reptillus is still my favorite." He twirled the Battlesaur's staff.

There was a quiet moment.

"So..." Mason lowered Reptillus from his line of sight. "Who's your favorite?"

"Of the Battlesaurs? Ray-Gon's pretty cute..."

"Not of the Battlesaurs. I meant your favorite toy. It's Woody, isn't it? You always have him save the day."

Bonnie stared the ceiling. "No..." she said slowly. "Not really..."

"Then is it Jessie?"

"Um, no..."

"Pricklepants?"

Bonnie sat up. "I don't...really have favorites. Not like that. I like all my toys."

"Well duh. Of course you like all your toys. But don't you have one that's extra special? One you wouldn't give up for anything? Even if the Earth was crashing into the Sun and blasting the toy off on a rocket ship was the only way to save the planet?"

A small smile played on Bonnie's face. "Actually, I do..."

"I knew it!" Mason said triumphantly. "It's Totoro, right?"

Bonnie was already at her wicker toy basket, digging to the bottom. When she emerged, her hair was mussed and in her hand she held a small blue haired clown doll in overalls. She handed him into Mason who examined the toy in surprise.

"This? This is your favorite?"

"He's my most special," said Bonnie. "The toy I wouldn't give up even if the Earth was crashing into the sun."

Mason ran his fingers over the green stitches on the toy's side. "He got busted, huh?"

"Yeah, but I fixed him up. That's part of what makes him so special." She leaned forward, a mischievous grin on her face. "Want me you to tell you the story?" She whispered.

Mason looked behind him, then leaned forward too. "Yes!" He whispered back.

"Okay, it all started a couple years ago right before Thanksgiving..."