This is my very first fanfic crossover! Small ideas from different movies popped into my head, but this was the first one that I actually felt that I could write. I hope someone enjoys it. I don't own Toy Story or Paw Patrol.
Normally, I don't do big, romantic Buzz/Jessie central fanfics, but with this one I didn't feel inadequate. I hope someone enjoys this one. This is also my first human fanfic with the toys as people.
Mr. Phoat is Potato Head. Councilman Hammer is Hamm.
My sister and I have always loved dogs, and we would've been ecstatic if Paw Patrol had been around when we were kids! I think the show is so cute and adorable. I was hoping to see a Toy Story/Paw Patrol crossover on Fanfiction but was disappointed to find none. So, I'm hoping that this will get the ball rolling! Reviews would be appreciated.
It was a cheerfully sunny late morning on Adventure Bay, and every living creature whether person or puppy was enjoying the peaceful, carefree atmosphere as they went about their day. Ryder was playing a video game on his phone at his Paw Patrol quarters, the Lookout tower. Later, he was going to take his troop of pups down to the water for a day at the beach, with Katie and Alex joining them later.
Marshall, Slinky the dachshund (Sheriff Woody's deputy dog) Chase, and Skye were playing a game of Hide-and-Seek at the playground. Chase was 'it', and had just finished counting. "Ready or not, here I come!" He called, wagging his tail, and started sniffing the ground for his friends' familiar scents. The strongest odor smelled like coffee, which could only be Slinky's, as the sheriff drank lots of coffee in the morning at home and work. "I'm on your trail, Slink," Chase chuckled. But then his ears perked up when he slightly heard giggling nearby. "Huh?" Chase turned his head curiously. He followed the sound. Yes, he definitely heard someone giggling in a little, girlish voice. He crouched toward the slide, looked underneath, and…
"Found ya! A-woo!" Chase howled happily. Skye curled up and giggled in that cute, happy voice of hers, then walked into the sunlight.
"Ha, ha. Didn't take you very long." Skye smiled. "Well, you'd better go find everyone else."
"Yep! Chase is on the case!" Chase replied. "Uh, I mean...Chase is on the trail!" And he tried picking up where he'd left off.
"Heh, heh. He'll never find me under here." Marshall said to himself. He was scrunched down underneath the merry-go-round. Meanwhile, Slinky was hiding up inside the closed in slide. Chase might be able to track him up there, but he'd have to climb it to see him and claim he found him.
Rubble and Rocky were down at the park. They were joined by Buzz Lightyear, the famed Space Ranger hero who had gone on many missions in space on the space shuttle, which was always a major event in the big city 20 miles from Adventure Bay. Today, he was at the park, working out with the two members of the Paw Patrol and Mr. Phoat, a short, stocky, but hard-working, ruggedly built man whose wife owned the flower and hat shop in Adventure Bay. He and Buzz often worked out together, and though the two were not exactly close, their friendship was concrete. Rocky and Rubble were so excited that they were invited to join the celebrity in his personal off day today, and couldn't wait to challenge him with their rescue training they'd learned over the years. Presently, Mr. Phoat was gazing at his stop watch, keeping track of the time. "Fifteen seconds!" He called out. "Come on, you slow pokes! Quit running like a pack of tortoises. Keep those feet off the ground! Ten seconds! 9, 8, 7..." Heavy running shoes were heard, pounding the gravel as the robust Space Ranger dashed passed Mr. Phoat and had to skid to stop himself. "6, 5, 4, 3..."
"No! No, no! Here comes Rubble on the double, with no road blocks!" Rubble shouted, and rushed forward and passed the time holder. Rocky was at his heels.
"1!" Mr. Phoat announced and stopped the watch. "A hundred yards in one minute and ten seconds. Okay. Who's ready for Round Two?"
"Ugh." Rocky and Rubble moaned, dropping to the ground, panting and sweating. Buzz inhaled and exhaled with a slight heaviness and wiped his forehead. "Please. Let's have a recuperation period." Rocky sighed, as he lay on top of Rubble.
"Are you saying that you can't keep up with a highly trained specimen like me?" Buzz asked, teasing. He was attired in a loose white T-shirt and blue navy blue jogging pants. His sandy brown hair was slightly wispy from the workout. "If you want to sharpen your professional skills, you'll have to work harder."
"Just...let us get our second wind, please," Rubble panted.
"I'm starting to wonder if it's really worth it." Rocky said. "It's not like we're preparing for some big contest."
"Oh? So you're admitting defeat, are you?" Buzz smirked.
"Not a chance!" Rubble barked, quickly rising to his feet, lifting Rocky off the ground. "We can do it! Let's go again!"
"What?" Rocky sputtered, then as Rubble wiggled eagerly a little too hard, he tossed Rocky off, who flew threw the air 'til he landed against a broad, tough chest then fell to the ground on his tail. He looked up and smiled. "Uh, heh, heh. Sorry, Ranger Lightyear." He said nervously.
"No problem." Buzz chuckled. "How many times do I have to tell you all to call me 'Buzz'?"
"Sorry." Rocky answered, grinning sheepishly.
"All right, you blokes. Get off your lazy feet and get out of here!" Mr. Phoat demanded, preparing to start the stop watch. "I'll give you three seconds. 1, 2, 3!" Buzz was already 3 feet into their invisibly laid out track, jogging farther away.
"Come on, troops! I'm going to beat you to the end again!" Buzz smiled, trying to stir the dogs' stamina by determination. It seemed to be working.
"No you're not!" Rocky laughed, trying to pick up speed.
"You're not going to pass me." Buzz joked, still running.
"Yes, we will!" Rubble woofed. "Come on, let's dig it!"
While all this was going on, Deputy Jessie Pride, the yodeling cowgirl was on an errand of her own for public service. The tall, lanky, sweet, but no-nonsense female with long, fire engine red hair was sweeping the countryside on Bullseye, the beloved horse she shared with her brother, Sheriff Woody. "Come on, Bullseye! Yaw!" Jessie ordered and the horse gathered more speed at her command. Jessie slightly stood up in the saddle, raising the rope in her right hand. "Closer, Bullseye! Closer!" The wrangling woman had her bright, green eyes locked on another of Farmer Yumi's runaway dairy cows. The herd had grown impatient waiting for their late breakfast of hay which was coming on the 10:47 train. They'd paced their pens, pounding their hooves, mooing in demand, then finally just decided to break through the pen gates so that they could graze in the hills. Farmer Yumi had immediately called Jessie on her iphone, knowing the cowgirl's sure and impressive hand in rounding up wild critters. Jessie had agreed without a second thought, serving the public like her deputy badge said, plus she'd been secretly hoping this morning to have some excitement and adventure today. She'd also enlisted the assistance of a little friend.
"Almost got him, Jessie! You're so close. Just a little more to the right!" Zuma called out to the fearless cowgirl. Jessie smirked and lassoed her rope, then aimed it straight for the cow's neck. Perfect shot! She slumped back down into her saddle and shortened the lead so that the cow began to dwindle in pace.
"Whoa, Bullseye. Whoa!" She exclaimed and pulled back on the reigns. Bullseye immediately stopped, much to the cow's annoyance. "Ha, ha! Gotcha!" Jessie grinned triumphantly to the great, big hunk of cowhide. "Thought you could outrun us, did ya? Well, you've reached the end of the line." Jessie chuckled.
"Dude! Sweet lasso, Jess!" Zuma cheered as he slowed down next to her. He was pedaling Ryder's bicycle he'd loaned him. "Is that everyone?"
"Thanks." Jessie smirked. She was good at this wild stuff and everybody knew it, and it made her proud. She loved her job and could never dream of doing anything else for a professional occupation. "A-hem. I believe that's all of them. Good work, Zuma. Thanks for your help, partner! I guess we can get these wild critters home now."
"They sure are pesky, aren't they?" Zuma asked.
"Ain't it the truth?" Jessie shook her head, smiling. "Well, start to round 'em up, partner!"
"You got it!" Zuma declared back, and started honking the horn Rocky had installed on Ryder's bicycle. The bike had a bell, but in case of an emergency where pedestrians or on coming vehicles would have to hear him quicker and farther, the horn was added. Jessie started to follow her little right hand pal for the day when Bullseye's ears twitched curiously and he backed up instead of trotting forward.
"Bullseye, what in tarnation do ya think you're doin'?" Jessie scolded. The horse turned around and tilted his head toward a large tree right beside the rocky, steep side of the mountain. "What are you..." Bullseye smacked Jessie's nose with his ear. "Hey!" She exclaimed. Then she squinted her eyes. She saw a large, white with black spots, four-legged figure under the tree, eating green grass to its heart's content. Jessie's shoulders sagged. "Hey, Zuma?!" She called behind her.
"Yeah?"
"You take those cows on home. I've got one more to rope in. You go ahead. I'll meet ya back at Farmer Yumi's!"
"Okay!" Zuma barked, then resumed riding around the rest of the herd, ringing the bell, honking the horn, and barking loudly to get those cows on the move.
"All right," Jessie sighed. "Come on. Let's go nab him." Bullseye began trotting toward the last cow. "I hate to admit it, but sometimes you're smarter than I am. You know it?" Jessie patted her horse's head. He panted proudly in agreement. "But don't you dare tell Woody I said that! He'll just rub it in." Soon, they were 20 yards away from the cow, and Jessie halted, then dismounted. She slowly removed her rope from around the saddle horn. "You stay here, Bullseye. I want to take this one down without her suspecting a thing." Jessie whispered, and started quietly tip-toeing forward, forming a lasso with her hands. The cow didn't detect any sign on the cowgirl. She was too busy filling her stomach after the delayed breakfast. Jessie was now 5 yards away, and inched her way closer. She reared her arm back with the rope, now only 3 feet away. The cow looked back at Jessie and grunted, then started to trot away.
"No ya don't!" Jessie shouted, then threw the rope at the cow's neck and the lasso made a bulls eye. But the cow was annoyed with her meal being interrupted and took off running closer to the granite. "HEY, YOU!" Jessie yelled as she was dragged on her stomach along the ground, never losing her grip on the rope. "Get back here, you!" Bullseye ran after them, hoping her could catch the cow by the rope and slow her down. "Whoa! Whoa now. Stop this foolishness!" Jessie demanded but the cow continued to run and mooed loudly, enjoying herself in her rambunctious romp. Suddenly, the rope slipped through Jessie's fingers and she couldn't regain her grip fast enough. She finally came to a rough stop but the cow smirked at her then ran off, mooing at her victory and looking for another place to graze.
"Darn you silly cow!" Jessie shouted with a clenched fist, which she pounded into the grass and dirt. "No one is EVER going to find out that I lost a runaway animal, darn critter! I'll have them know that Jessie does NOT lose! Ever!" She stiffly stood up and brushed the dirt off her outfit. "Bleh. Irony milk jug. They won't get the drop on me again!" But before she could start walking back to her trusty steed, the earth beneath her shook and she couldn't stand steadily on her feet. She wobbled and staggered. The ground would not settle down. "What in the world?!" She gasped. Suddenly, there was an enormous roar almost like thunder, except faster and the ground shook more vehemently. Jessie turned her head and felt the color drain from her face: rocks, large and heavy rocks, broken ledges, and heavy boulders were crumbling and sliding off the side of the mountain...straight for her! Jessie darted forward, running as fast as her suddenly heavy legs could carry her, hoping to reach Bullseye and take off before the avalanche caught up to her. But it seemed the harder she ran, the closer and louder the dooming noise came. Jessie never looked back: she kept her eyes peeled on one thing, and that was her horse, but he was still so far away! Then she stumbled over a mole hill and in her panicked state, couldn't pick herself back up in time. She tried but her legs wouldn't cooperate as her feet scrambled to find a solid hold on the quaking earth. For the first time, she looked back, and the sight of which she saw nearly stopped her heart! The rocks closed in and were landing on top of her! Jessie screamed piercingly, afraid to breathe as the baby mountains started closing her off from the rest of the world. The ear-splitting noise was beyond deafening and each split second the world grew darker and darker.
"NNNOOOOOOOOO! AAAAHHHH!" Jessie screamed in pure terror as every fiber of her being grew numb with paralyzing fear, and then all was black and dark! She was trapped!