A/N: SPOILER ALERT! Don't read this if you haven't seen Toy Story 3 and don't want it to be spoiled for you.

Please take it easy on me, guys. I've never written a story that didn't have Alvin and the Chipmunks in it before, and I haven't seen any Toy Story movies since I was about eight or something – until I got tricked into watching the third one at the cinema a few days ago (I thought I was going to see Marmaduke or Diary of a Wimpy Kid or something half my school wasn't yelling out lines from in the middle of class).

Okay, so… I don't own Toy Story or the characters, and the plot is pretty much the same plot as the movie Life Size… if you don't know what Life Size is, look it up or ask me. Heh, I guess I thought "Well, if they can do One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest well…" Heh, anybody notice that bit?

Oh yeah, and you'll notice this is based when Andy has nearly graduated college – I don't know how old he'd be… early twenties, I guess…

*sarcastic voice* Can anybody tell I have no idea what I'm doing? This is practically uncharted territory to me.

Chapter One: Nightmare

It had been a good few years since Andy had given them to Bonnie. The little dark-haired girl was still young, and she still played with her toys, because they were always there for her.

It was the night before Bonnie's birthday. She was asleep, probably dreaming about all the presents she'd get tomorrow. But if she was awake, she'd have noticed something strange, something that happened all the time in fact, when nobody was looking. The toys in her room stood up and walked over to a spot in the middle of the floor and began talking to each other.

"I can't believe its Bonnie's seventh birthday already," said one of them, a tall cowgirl with green eyes and plaited hair tied with a yellow ribbon. Her name was Jessie.

"I can't either," said Woody, a dark-haired, brown-eyed cowboy about Jessie's height. "It's been a long time since Andy."

"I heard Bonnie's mom say Andy, his sister and their mother are coming over tomorrow," admitted Buzz, a short astronaut with pale eyes. "I bet that'll be weird. We probably won't even recognise him."

The others nodded and muttered in agreement. It had been a long time since Andy had gone to college, and even longer since he'd grown too old for toys. One day Bonnie would, too, but hopefully that wasn't going to be for a long time yet.

"We'd better get some sleep," said Rex, the green plastic Tyrannosaurus.

"You're right," Woody said, nodding. "It's been a long day, and tomorrow probably will be, too."

"Okay," Jessie said. She didn't sound happy about it. Buzz looked up at her, because she was taller than him.

"Are you alright, Jessie?" he asked. Jessie stared at him for a moment.

"I'm… fine." She spoke evasively. "Nothing's wrong; why would there be?"

"If you're sure…" Buzz muttered, confused.

"Yes, I'm sure!" Jessie snapped. "So quit pestering me, okay Buzz?"

She stormed off.

"What'd you do?" Woody asked.

"I have no idea," Buzz replied quietly. "She's been in a bad mood for the last three weeks."

"Well, I guess she'll talk about it when she's ready," Woody muttered.

"The poor girl," said Mrs Potato Head, one of those toys that looks like a potato which you can swap everything round on. She was watching Jessie. "You know she sometimes wakes up screaming? Has the most awful nightmares, that girl, but she won't talk to anybody about it."

A/N: Well, I hope that first chapter worked out alright-ish.

Okay, I know it wasn't very good, and really short, even for one of MY stories, but I love writing stories. I'm going to update sometime, but I'd like some nice reviews so I know people are actually reading this.

So in short – review, comment, and criticize, but no flames. Thank you!