I'm watching ABCs Toy Story weekend thing, and two questions hit me 1. Why is Woody so obssesed with his hat? and 2. What is his story? This kinda answers both...
Woody loved his hat. He never went anywhere without it. He had almost lost it several times on the crews mis-adventures, but always managed to find it again. There was a short time where he had lost it, and it had almost killed him inside.
None of the other toys understood his attachment to that hat. Not Buzz. Not Jessie. None of them.
They didn't know that he wasn't made with a hat. The workers had forgotten to put one in his box. That was how he had found himself on a bargain shelf in a corner store, just collecting dust.
"I found one, honey" an excited voice broke the silence. Woody ignored the voice, they were never talking about him.
He was filled with joy and surprise when his box was picked up. The face of a young man appeared behind his plastic.
He had light brown hair and bright brown eyes.
"He's exactly like my old one" the man exclaimed.
The box was taken by a brown eyed woman.
"He doesn't have a hat" the woman told him, looking at where his hat was supposed to go.
Woody felt his face want to fall. It always happened that way. The parents never wanted to buy him.
"I still have the hat from my old one" the mans voice spoke up.
"Are you sure, we could get him another toy, any toy" the mother continued.
"I grew up with Woody, and so did my father. I think Andy will love him" the man insisted.
"Oh, alright" the woman relented.
Woody looked around the new room. It was completely covered in Cowboy gear.
"I'm in heaven" he gasped.
"Nope, but real close" a voice spoke up from behind him.
Woody look around to see a replica of himself. As he looked, however, he started to pick up on some differences. The other dolls clothed were frayed at the ends, and the paint on his face was fading.
"Welcome to the Davis house" the other Woody said. "You're going to love it here."
"So, they're just replacing you? Just because you got old?" Woody asked his older self. The older cowboy had explained everything to him.
"Don't think of it like that" the other toy laughed. "I've lived a long, happy life, and I've heard the attic is a good retirement."
"But, you're losing your time with you're kid" Woody gasped.
"Not my kid, your kid. My kids have all grown up, my last kid is your kids father. And that's why I want to give you this."
The used toy took the felt hat off of his head and handed it over. Woody took the hat carefully and slowly put it onto his own head.
Woody looked at the hat in his hand, than over to the boy sleeping on the bed across the room. His hat meant everything to him. To him, it meant that he was loved. All that time he spent on that shelf was because of his lack of a hat. As long as he had that hat. He knew he would have Andy's love.
Kinda rough, I know, but I'm tired and want this up, so, how was it?