It was a lazy Sunday afternoon in Spring. Mom had taken Andy and Molly to the park for some fresh air and so the toys had the house to themselves.
Buzz and Jessie were already sitting on the couch when Woody climbed up. "Hey Guys. Mind if I put on some music?"
"Not at all."
"Thanks." Picking up the stereo remote, Woody aimed it at the entertainment center. From the speaker, sad sweeping violin music began to play.
"Girl of my dreams I love you, honest I do…
You are so sweet…
If I could just hold your charms again in my arms…
Then life would be complete…"
Jessie made a face like she had drank a flask full of puke. "What?" Woody said crossly.
"Ya know 'Looney Tunes' used to make fun of these guys right?"
"They're called Crooners."
"They're called nauseatin' sapheads. Why do you listen to this stuff?" As she was speaking, Bo had climbed up on the sofa behind Woody. He twisted around to give her a smile, which she returned.
"It's strange how life deals you sorrow…
Sunshine and joy always nigh…
We live and learn for tomorrow…
But sometimes the learning comes high…"
Suddenly Bo launched herself into Woody's arms, nearly knocking him flat. "Oof!" As she cuddled up to his vest, Woody shot Jessie a grin over her bonnet. "That's why."
"Bleh." Jessie settled next to Buzz, who was staring at her. "What are you lookin' at, Ranger?"
Buzz coughed. "This music? It doesn't make you feel, uh, romantic?"
"No," Jessie said flatly.
He looked disappointed. "Really? Not even a little..."
Jessie sat back. "Does nothin' for me. It's just a bunch of overly sentimental mush."
"Maybe," said Bo, who was still latched onto Woody. "But I like my sentimental mush."
"I would've thought you'd like this music," said Buzz. "Aren't you from the same time period?"
Jessie's jaw dropped indignantly. "I ain't from the 1940's!"
Woody burst out laughing. Bo looked up at him. "What are you laughing at? He's implying the same thing about you."
The Sheriff stifled his loud chortling. "1957, Buzz," he said, fighting back a grin.
"Oh. Sorry." Buzz twiddled his fingers uncomfortably, avoiding Jessie's eyes as the music continued:
"Girl of my dreams I love you, honest I do…
You are so sweet…
If I could just hold your charms again in my arms…
Then life would be complete…"
Jessie sighed. "Oh what the heck." Reaching over she pulled Buzz to her. "C'mere, Buzz." The other two on the couch watched as Jessie pushed Buzz's head onto her shoulder, wrapping her arms around his bulky frame. In a moment, she had enveloped him as he rested beside her.
"I ain't much of a traditionalist," she said.
"Really."
"Works for me," said Buzz.