HERE YOU GO! The kinda-sequel for 'Can I Have This Dance?' (A oneshot I made that eventually ended up with four chapters – please read it as well if you have the time!)

And I say 'kinda-sequel' cause it barely refers to the events that happened in that story – this one focuses more on Woody and Bo Peep! … at least, it seemed that way when I was plotting... But ultimately, I ended up writing this with a lot of Bessie involved as well ('Bessie'? WHAT.)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story!

Mr. Potatohead popped his mouth back into his potato and stretched it to a comfortable position. "That was some show-and-tell, huh?" he remarked cheerfully.

"I can't believe Bonnie chose us, of all toys, to be her presentation!" Rex agreed, twirling his arms around in a whirlwind. Despite having lived around children for the most part of a decade, he still had problems keeping up the toy code of secrecy.

Woody helped hoist Dollie onto a seat above a blue toolbox, carefully anchored against the car trunk door to sustain the bumps and tossings of the car ride home. "Thanks, sheriff."

Then she quickly warned to the dinosaur, "Quiet down. Bonnie might hear us."

"Negative, Elder," Buzz reported. With surprising stealth despite his bulk, he balanced easily on the thin ledge against the window. He peered over the leather seats. "Bonnie's fast asleep."

Everyone else grinned at each other. That meant it was safe to talk. Bonnie's mother wouldn't be able to hear them all the way at the driver's seat, especially with the engine running and radio blaring.

"I can't blame her for taking a power nap." Woody brightly hopped on next to Dollie. "It's been a long day… But I suppose it's gonna get longer for you, ain't it, Buzz?" he called to his friend. Buzz faced the other direction, enjoying the view while he had the chance.

"Jessie looked preeetty miffed when Bonnie didn't pack her up with the rest of us."

"Huh? She looked pretty?" Buzz asked distractedly. He spotted something, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Through the window of the car next to them, being held up by a little girl in a baseball cap... was Bo Peep. No doubt about it: her face, her dress, her bonnet, her staff – even her trademark sheep were there, just waiting to be recognized. But strangely, Bo Peep showed no signs of seeing Buzz in the other car, although his position was obvious from her viewpoint. Even just a blink could have sufficed.

Then again, Buzz realized, there could be a reason for that. Maybe she wasn't the 'real' Bo Peep to begin with.

A round of loud, boisterous laughter soon brought him back to his senses. Buzz wheeled around confusedly, somehow sensing that he was the butt of it all. "What'd I say?"

"Look at the guy! He's completely clueless!" Mr. Potatohead had himself laughing so hard, his parts were beginning to fall out of their sockets. "Ahahahaha – oh shoot, my shoe!"

Rex offered eagerly, "I'll get it!" He began stomping his way over.

"Oh no you don't, ya big junk of plastic! I can do it myself..."

"Why are you all laughing?" Buzz exclaimed exasperatedly.

Woody and Dollie were too busy roaring in laughter at a hopping Potatohead to mind his ignorance. Buzz glanced once more out the window in dismay. The lane next to them had begun its way out of traffic. Bo Peep was getting away!

"Woody!" he shouted urgently to the cowboy. "Get up here!"

Woody managed to tone down to restrained chuckles. Grinning, he shook his head and lifted his hands in protest. "No can do, space ranger," he vowed. "I'm not going to let you punch me down from all the way up there. We have rights to laugh at you. We're just denying yours by not telling you what it's all about."

"This is serious…!" Buzz spun to the window again, but it was too late. The backseat of the car had already disappeared from view, and now the only remaining visible part of it was the trunk's side window.

And that was when the cowboy finally decided to pull up next to his friend. Woody first took in the motionless view of the empty window across theirs, then turned to Buzz with confusion.

Buzz's shoulders sank. Telling Woody about it would be meaningless if he didn't get to see the shepherdess with his own eyes. It wouldn't be enough. At this point, he decided to keep the sighting a secret. The last thing he wanted to do was get his best friend depressed once more over his loss.

Fortunately, Woody had just realized his reflection in the window and was busy taking the opportunity to adjust his hat to notice the anxious look on Buzz's face. He carefully lowered it some centimeters, and then grinned. "Perfect!" he declared.

"So…" He raised an eyebrow at the ranger. "You're not going to punch me down after all? Well then, what was all the fuss about?"

"N-Nothing," Buzz replied hastily and ushered Woody back to the floor of the car. "I, uh… just thought you might've wanted to fix your appearance.

Woody chuckled. "Ah, the woes of having a detachable hat."

"Hey Woody!" loudly interrupted the even more detachable Mr. Potatohead as he reseated himself at his favorite corner. "You heard Hamm's new composition in the harmonica yet? And not that square dance nonsense – the one that sounded more like some polka…"

Woody started towards him, his interest piqued. "Seriously, another one? Wow, Hamm must be on a roll this week…"

For the final time, Buzz helplessly looked out the window. The car had already driven clear of the window, a space made on the road behind it for the oncoming car. Through this space, Buzz spotted something and narrowed his eyes. There was a piece of paper taped to the rear window. And on it were the bold-lettered words: 'For Sale!'

Then an idea struck him like a meteor crash.

Quickly, he memorized the phone number listed beneath the announcement, and then the license plate of the car itself. By the time the next car had driven forward and claimed the space, Buzz knew the sequences like the back of his hand.

As he mulled over the operation piecing together in his mind, he leaped down from to the carpeted floor (unconsciously doing it in the flashiest way possible totally unaware of Dollie's awed clapping to his performance). True, his plan was terribly simple, probably full of holes, and he had absolutely no idea whether he could pull it off in the first place. But he daren't ask for Woody's help, regardless for his knack in strategy-planning.

Nevertheless, it was the best he could do. And Buzz was determined to stick with it to the end, no matter what.

"Buzz, Buzz!" Rex cheered. "That was sooo cool! I wish I could do that…!"

"All these years, and you never stopped being a showoff, have you?" Woody called amusedly, before returning to his detailed explanation of the difference between gramophones and iPods for the benefit of Dollie and Mr. Potatohead.

Buzz forced a smile. There had been times he noticed Woody separating from the others, saying how he wanted to be alone while everyone else enjoyed the rare opportunity of interacting without humans. And, one day, Buzz actually followed him to confront about his actions... It wasn't right to see his high-spirited best friend admitting to the miserable pangs of loneliness he felt, or how different life seemed without his special someone by his side.

"It's… not always about me, Woody."

ALRIGHT, CHAPTER ONE'S IN THE BAAAAG. :P

Uhm... reviews will be appreciated. :D (And reviews that greet my mom 'happy birthday!' shall be even more so!) Seriously, even though I may not seem like it, I always go gaga whenever I see a review alert in my inbox, and I'm stuck smiling for hours... Yes, I'm weird that way. &laughs&

Well, there's school tomorrow! Night, everyone.

(EDIT: I have just discovered beta readers. O_O But I'm still pretty confused on how it works. Anyone out there who can explain it to me? XP)

(EDIT EDIT: OMG. TERK'S A GIRL. [just watched Tarzan again for the first time in 5 years])