"Shh! Someone's coming!" Jessie hissed at the other toys who were moving around in the old toy box that was covered in a thick layer of dust in the attic.
"Ok, what's up here?" Bonnie's mum said to herself as she flashed a torch in the dark attic, the light shone on the toy box and she dragged it towards her.
"Bonnie!" She called.
A tall slender girl appeared at the bottom of the ladders.
"What?" She asked.
"Give me a hand with this!" Her mum heaved the toy box out and Bonnie helped her pull it down to the ground.
"What's in this thing?" Her mum asked, blowing away the dust. A faded pink scribble read "Bonnie's toy box"
Bonnie slowly lifted up the lid and exclaimed with delight, "My old toys!"
She picked up Woody, Buzz and Jessie and smiled at them as she remembered when she was little. She picked up more including Buttercup, Dolly and Trixie and her whole childhood was flooding back in her memories.
"So can we sell these?" Bonnie's mum asked.
"What? No!" Bonnie cried, holding the toys close.
"Bonnie your sixteen years old, your too old to play with toys."
"Ok..." Bonnie sighed and placed the toys back in the box.
"I might have a yard sale tomorrow." Her mum called after her as she went back to her bedroom, pushing the box with her.
tomorrow? I found my toys after all these years and I have to give them away, tomorrow? She thought to herself and then called back, "Ok, but I get the money for them!" pretending she didn't care.
When she was in her bedroom she opened the box once again and smiled at the toys, she really didn't want to sell them, but her mum was right she was too old for toys. But still she figured she might as well have one last playtime before she gave them away.
Soon all the toys were scattered across the room, and Bonnie was kneeling on the floor holding Buzz and Woody on Bullseye and Buttercup as if they were riding them.
"Bonnie! Dinners ready!" Her mum shouted from downstairs.
"Coming!" Bonnie called back, dropping the toys on the floor and headed downstairs.
After realising the coast was clear, all the toys rose.
"She played with us!" Trixie squealed with excitement.
"I didn't think she would," Jessie admitted, "After all those years of being in the attic, I thought she'd forgotten about us."
"Yeah, but didn't you hear? We're all getting sold tomorrow!" Mr potato head announced.
"What!" The majority of them gasped in chorus.
"Now everybody calm down!" Woody said.
"Ha, now where have I heard that before." Mr potato head mumbled.
Woody glared at him then continued, "I'm sure if Bonnie does sell us, she won't split us up."
"No offence cowboy, but who's going to buy ALL of us?" Dolly asked, gesturing to the gang.
"Err-"
"I'm sure somebody will." Buzz put in, helping Woody out.
The rest of the gang started muttering and walking away, observing the room and getting used to being back in it once again.
"You're sure?" Woody raised an eyebrow at Buzz.
"Yes, I am."
"Well I sure hope you are!" Jessie came from behind them, making Woody and Buzz jump, " 'Cause I don't want to lose any of you!"