*stands at blackboard with dunce cap on, writing…* I must not start new stories when other stories need my attention…I must not start new stories when other stories need my attention…I must…

Aw, hell with it. Hey, y'all! :D So after TS3, I started wondering, "How does Woody deal so well with Bo being gone?" I mean, he was obviously saddened when remembering her, but seemed to deal just fine-he wasn't moping or anything in the movie. My brain went, "Well, duh, he has his family to support him." Then I thought, "Wow, what a great family dynamic they must have."

Ding.

And this story was born.

It's gonna be a threeshot, maybe four. BIG MAYBE. And it's a warm, fuzzy story. Obviously some sad undertones, but warm and fuzzy nonetheless.

Enjoy!

The family is a haven in a heartless world. ~Attributed to Christopher Lasch

It was early morning. Bonnie was going to be at her grandmother's the entire day, giving the toys free run of the house.

Bonnie's toys had tracked a certain cowboy to Bonnie's mom's room.

"Hey, Woody!"

Woody jumped at the voice-he was lost in his thoughts. He turned to Trixie, the one who had called him.

"We were just about to start a game of Clue. Wanna play?" She chirped.

"Oh," Woody sighed. "No, thanks."

"Huh? Why not?" Buttercup asked.

"Yeah, come on, Sheriff!" Dolly tried.

"I'm sorry, guys. I'm just not in the mood."

With that, he walked solemnly towards the bookshelf.

All of Bonnie's original toys shared a confused look.

"What's up with him?" Buttercup voiced everyone's thoughts.

"Well, it's obvious he's upset about something," Mr. Pricklepants mused.

"Maybe we should ask the others," Dolly reasoned.

They all nodded, and made their way towards Bonnie's room.

"Hey, guys?" Trixie called.

All the toys turned and walked closer to the others.

"Is something wrong, Trixie?" Rex asked, concerned.

"No, everything's fine," She smiled dreamily.

"Um, no, it's not," Dolly reminded her.

Trixie snapped out of it. "Oh, right! It's not!"

"What's the problem?" Mr. Potato Head asked.

"That, is the problem." Mr. Pricklepants pointed at Woody, who was sitting on top of the bookshelf in the other room, a book clearly not being read in front of him, looking out the window sadly.

"Yeah, he's been like that all day," Hamm nodded.

"Any idea why?" Dolly asked.

"Beats me," Hamm shrugged, and most of the others nodded in agreement.

"Well, we'd better figure it out soon," Slinky insisted.

"Yeah, I haven't seen him this upset since the day Bo got sold." Buzz commented.

"Who?" Buttercup cocked his head in confusion, as did the rest of Bonnie's toys.

But Jessie let out a huge, long gasp of realization.

"Easy, cowgirl, don't suck all the air out of the room," Hamm deadpanned.

"What's today?" Jessie asked frantically.

"Uh, why do you ask?" Mr. Pricklepants raised an eyebrow.

"Oh! I know! I know!" Trixie jumped up and down in excitement. "It's Thursday!"

"No-no-no," Jessie shook her head. "I meant, what's the date?" She knew already, but hoped she was wrong.

"It's the 22nd, isn't it?" Buttercup answered.

"Yep, November 22nd," Dolly agreed.

Jessie wasn't wrong.

"Oh, poor Woody," She looked up at him in supreme pity.

"Are you following this?" Buttercup whispered to Mr. Potato Head.

"Nope," He answered.

Jessie turned to the group of Andy's old toys in shock. "Guys! How could you forget? I mean, you were the ones that were there!"

"There for what?" Slinky asked.

"November 22nd!" She lowered her voice a little. "You know...Woody and Bo's..." She found herself unable to continue.

Mrs. Potato Head gasped, voicing everyone's sudden understanding.

"Their anniversary," Buzz quietly confirmed.

"Who's Bo?" One of the Peas asked.

Everyone turned to Jessie. She nodded.

"Bo Peep was Woody's wife. She was-" Jessie tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat. "She was sold...at a yard sale."

The toys who had not heard this story gasped softly.

"Oh my gosh..." Dolly whispered.

"Poor guy," Buttercup glanced back up at Woody.

"That's so sad!" Trixie sniffled.

"What do we do?" Mr. Pricklepants asked.

"Nothing. We should leave him alone," Hamm said as if it were obvious.

"Leave him alone!" Jessie was outraged. "Dontcha think he feels alone enough?"

"Alright, alright, point taken," Hamm admitted.

"Maybe we can try cheering him up," Rex suggested.

"Yeah, good luck with that," Mr. Potato Head jerked his head towards the spaced-out Sheriff.

"What we really need is to show him we're here for him," Buzz reasoned.

"Yeah!" Jessie agreed. "He needs to know that we're his family, and we always will be."

"Yeah, we're here for him!" Buttercup nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, quite right," Mr. Pricklepants smiled.

"We've got his back," Dolly agreed.

"No matter what!" Trixie chirped.

"Yeah, we love that uptight cowboy," Hamm chuckled.

"He always takes care of us," Mrs. Potato Head pointed out.

"Yeah, it's about time we do the same," Mr. Potato Head declared.

"He can always lean on us," Buzz nodded.

Suddenly, Jessie had another idea.

"And I know just how we'll tell him that," She smirked.

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