Toy Story 4
A Fanfic by Imagigirl20
Hello, faithful readers! In light of the holiday season, I have decided to do another Disney/Pixar fanfiction that will appear on the big screen. I just came up with the idea earlier today, so I need to write this now while it's still fresh in my mind. I hope you enjoy, and a Merry Christmas to all! -Imagigirl20
Lotso shook the water from his fur as the rain continued to fall. It had been five years since that stupid garbage truck driver had found him and tied him to the front of the truck with some other toys. He didn't bother to learn their names, let alone talk to them. He didn't belong there. If it hadn't have been for Woody, Buzz and the gang, he would still be at Sunnyside, ruling over all the other abandoned toys.
"It's that sheriff's fault!" he thought. "He destroyed my life. And that moronic space ranger helped him!"
As the truck hit a bump, the rope binding Lotso's right paw snapped. He smiled. "I think it's about time I paid them a little visit." Using his free paw, Lotso tugged at the other ropes holding him down. As the truck slowed at its first stop, Lotso pulled free and jumped off.
"Hey!" said the plush frog who had been tied just above him. "Where ya goin', bear?"
"That's Lotso-Huggin' Bear to you, pond jumper. And I've got a playdate... with revenge."
With that said, the strawberry-scented bear limped over to the sidewalk and mockingly saluted the garbage truck as it drove away.
"Now, how do I get back to that sheriff's owner's house?" thought Lotso. He suddenly noticed that he was in the suburbs. The house he was standing in front of was tall and made of bricks, just like all the others. Lotso smiled. He could infiltrate that house and blend in perfectly.
The trickiest part was getting in. Lotso found a kitchen window open and hoisted himself onto the windowsill. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, he slid in behind the knife rack. Lotso spotted a wooden spoon on the counter.
"Perfect." He picked it up and snapped it in half, using the skinny end as a cane. Lotso made his way to the end of the counter, jumped onto a nearby chair, and down to the floor. He moved across the dining room as fast as his short, stubby legs would let him. Finally, he reached the stairs. It took a while and all the strength he could muster, but he climbed his way up to the top. Peeking around the corner, he saw an older-looking girl talking on her cell phone and laughing. Lotso shook his head and faced the other direction, where he saw a much younger girl playing with her toys. Lotso smiled. Bingo. He made his way over to her room, leaning on his cane. "Shelby!" A voice from downstairs called up to them. "Amy! Lunchtime!"
"Oh, boy!" said the little girl, and ran down the stairs. The older girl sighed.
"Be down in a bit, Mom!" she said, and hung up her phone. Lotso waited until both girls were downstairs before he went inside the little girl's room. No sooner had he set foot in the door than he was ambushed. He felt something sharp against his throat.
"Hey, take it easy, there, fella", he said.
"Who are you?" said whoever was holding him.
"The name's Lotso, and I was just wonderin' where I was."
"You're not welcome here."
"Please! I only wanna know so I can find Andy's house."
Lotso felt the sharp object against his throat lose its grip.
"Andy?"
"Yes. I need to find his toys so I can get my revenge on them."
The sharp object was removed, and the bear was thrown to the ground. Lotso got up and brushed himself off.
"Would those toys happened to be named Woody and Buzz?"
"Well, yes, but-How do you know that?"
"Because...I want revenge, too." Lotso looked up to see a toy wearing overalls and carrying a pick-ax. Prospector Pete smiled.
"So tell me, bear", he said, wiping the glitter and lipstick off of his face, "what's your story?"
For the next several minutes, Lotso told him all about Daisy and Sunnyside and how Woody and Buzz had ruined everything for him.
"I completely understand", said Prospector Pete. "Why, I was all set to go to a museum in Japan. But then that stupid Space Ranger had to go and mess things up by reminding Woody that he was a toy. I could have been adored by millions, never to be messed with again. But no. Here I am, stuck playing dress-up with the sister of the little girl who destroyed me! I am so tired of getting make-overs! I want revenge."
Lotso smiled.
"With the two of us combined, we'd make one heck of a team, Mr. Pick-ax Man", he said.
"The name is Prospector Pete, Strawberries. But you're right. With us working together, those toys don't stand a chance. All we have to do is find them."
"Together, then. Partners?" Lotso stuck out his hand.
"Partners." Prospector Pete shook it with his pick-ax.
Hmmmm. Perhaps this idea is a bit too far-fetched. I won't know unless you tell me what you think! Should I continue, or let this story die? Rates, comments, or reviews would be lovely! I'll be back with more if you want it! :-)
-Imagigirl20