Hey there! First story and I gotta say.. I'm kinda scared. Thought I would start out with something simples' though, so I've decided to write a few drabbles that have been bugging me since TS3. All will be set in that time zone and will revolve around everyday life for de toys ;D I love humour, adventure, a bit of ooh la la romance.. my favourite pairing is Buzz/Jessie, so that may come up quite a bit in these chapters. Okay, enough with my ramblings (you guys make me nervous, golly-gosh) I'm starting with a bit of light-heartedness so if you're looking for ANGST :O come back tomorrow, I may kill Woody (GOD FORBID!:() but seriously, enjoy and I look forward to your feedback :)

Way-da rope em, Cowboy

"Guys... it was just a movie. There can't possibly be such things as mutant, cannibalistic zombies, especially ones that can read human thoughts while consuming their brains.. it's not real."

Buzz frowned as he threw a concerned glance over his shoulder at the small gathering of toys that had formed to watch the movie a few hours earlier. Some remained seated while a few others wandered around the room aimlessly, a faraway look of horror written across their crafted features.

"Yeah and you could majorly tell that the blood was fake. Corn syrup and red dye? Come on, do we live in the Hitchcock era?" Hamm retorted from his seat by the TV, next to Potato Head and Slinky. Potato Head snorted.

"The movie was dumb. Not enough plot and who said you can gauge a person's eyes out with a spoon and they'll fall down and die? My eyes are removable and come in several pairs! What a load of baloney."

"Not everyone was made with attachable parts, you idiot. What, do you not have an opposable brain to go with that carbo-loading head of yours?" The pig smirked at the glaring spud.

"Can it Hamm-in-a-can! At least if I break I won't suffer from severe trauma to the gut, you over-bearing-"

"Hey now! We do share a room with preschool toys, guys," Woody, forever playing mediator for quarrelling toys (being leader to such a stubborn band of misfit and artless play-things had it's responsibilities), walked over to resolve the commotion between the two older friends. "Potato Head, Hamm. Go fight it out at checkers instead of arguing like a bunch of little kids."

"Na, it's no fun playing plastic against plastic..." Hamm sneered while a fuming Potato Head raged next to him.

"Now Ham-" Woody warned before being interrupted by the antagonized vegetable.

"You wanna go Pig-boy?"

"Bring it Tater tot!"

"BOTH OF YOU STOP IT!" He threw his arms in the air in exasperation, his voice taking on an angry, almost hysterical quality that immediately shut the pair up. The two former bickering toys stared at him.

"Hey what's got your pull string in a twist?"

"Yeah Geez Woody, just having a lively discussion."

Woody slapped his head and dragged it down his face slowly, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose in frustration as well as annoyance.
"Then go take it far, far away from here… ya hear me?" He seethed through gritted teeth. Hamm and Potato Head spared a glance at one another and decided it was probably best to leave before the Sheriff literally blew up before their artificial eyes.

"Okay, okay… we're leaving." The pair stalked off in the opposite direction, their 'discussion' still within ear-shot of the troubled Cowboy doll. He sighed.

"Great refereeing there Partner." The Space Ranger chuckled from his voyaging position on the windowsill.

"Shut up Buzz."

That's just a taste of whatcha gonna get Toys and Toyettes! Look out for a showdown between two friends (western style) next chapter ;) Gotta love the pig and potato dynamic though, what lovable jokers.