I'm back! :) I've been wanting to write a mini-sequel or epilogue to my 'It's a Toys' World' fanfic ever since I posted the last chapter, and the ideas for this really came together when I was at Disney World with my friends this past January. My life is extremely busy these days, so it's taken me five months to get it written, but it's been a blast talking and laughing about all the details with my co-authors! :D

Toy Story and Disney still don't belong to me. Enjoy, and please leave a review!


Chapter 1

Morning sunlight shone brightly through the windows of Bonnie's bedroom, and filtered through the sheer curtains of the dollhouse that sat along the wall. On the tiny bed inside, Jessie slowly opened sleepy eyes and squinted at her surroundings. For a brief moment, she panicked, forgetting where she was; then she turned to see Buzz beside her, his arm loosely draped across her stomach in his slumber, and she remembered the previous night's events.

The dollhouse was now theirs to live in, officially given to them by Bonnie. And even better, they were married, fresh from their whirlwind surprise wedding at Disney World. The cowgirl smiled as she thought of the past few days, and rolled over to face her husband, kissing him softly on the lips to wake him.

Buzz blinked his eyes in response to Jessie's affections, and grinned groggily at the face in front of him. "Good morning."

"Sure is," she replied contentedly, as he tightened his embrace.

The Space Ranger glanced over her shoulder at the daylight coming in their bedroom window. "What time is it?"

"Dunno. " Jessie slipped from his arms, and out from under the doll-sized comforter and went to peer through the window. She could easily read the alarm clock that the learning-to-tell-time little girl had recently gotten, and was surprised by the hour it revealed.

"Tarnation! Almost eleven o'clock! We gotta get up!" she exclaimed.

Buzz reluctantly sat up, his feet hitting the floor. He stretched his back until it let out a slight crack and then stood, before following his wife downstairs and toward their front door.

Jessie opened the door and scanned Bonnie's room. Life was as usual in their little world: Woody and Slinky were engrossed in a heated game of checkers; Hamm, Mr. Potato Head, and Buttercup were at their daily game of poker, with Mr. Potato Head already missing several body parts; Trixie and Rex were playing whatever game they were currently obsessed with on Bonnie's laptop; Bullseye was curled up napping at the foot of Bonnie's bed; and Mr. Pricklepants and the aliens were busy rehearsing their next play, with Dolly and the peas watching attentively.

Before the cowgirl could notice that one toy was missing from the scene, Mrs. Potato Head suddenly leapt from around the corner of their dollhouse, where she had been waiting impatiently all morning for them to emerge.

"It's about time you two got up!" she screeched, as the couple flinched in alarm. "I want to hear ALL about your wedding! Everything! Don't leave out any details!"

"But we told ya all there was to tell last night," explained Jessie. "There really isn't anything else."

Hearing the commotion, and seeing the cowgirl and Space Ranger virtually cornered on their doorstep by the overly-enthusiastic potato, the rest of the toys left their posts and made their way over to the dollhouse to see what was going on.

"Hey, you two, have a nice night?" Buttercup quipped with a wink. His buddies chuckled behind him.

Mrs. Potato Head threw the men a stern look before turning back to Jessie.

"Nonsense! There has to be more to tell! How about your reception? What did you dance to?"

"We didn't have a reception, whatever that is," replied the cowgirl, somewhat confused.

"No reception?" the potato gasped in shock. "That's a shame, but at least I didn't miss you in some gorgeous wedding dress."

"She did have a dress," interjected Dolly. "Borrowed it from Rapunzel. Veil and bouquet, too." The ragdoll smirked, knowing what she had started.

"WHAT?! I MISSED THE DRESS?" Mrs. Potato Head wailed as the other toys grimaced at her shrill voice. Jessie inched closer to Buzz and grabbed his hand for reassurance.

"What else did we miss?! How about bachelor and bachelorette parties? Didn't you at least have those the night before?"

"Actually, heh, Jessie didn't even know the night before that I was going to propose," Buzz replied, stepping forward to speak for his befuddled bride. "It all happened so fast."

"Are ya that quick, Buzzy-boy?" Mr. Potato Head mumbled sarcastically. His wife gasped and smacked him, and the male potato scrambled to gather the parts that had been knocked loose.

"It's true!" Jessie insisted. "A-about the wedding, I mean. I didn't know a thing. I dunno how he pulled it off, but it really was a surprise, honest! We didn't have time for anything else." She caught Buzz's gaze with a glimmer in her eye. "But we did have a Hawaiian honeymoon." They shared a smile.

"Sure, they made time for that," Hamm chuckled. "Was there a screwdriver involved?"

Buttercup let out a wolf-whistle, and Buzz darted his eyes around the room uneasily, as all his friends dissolved into uncontrollable laughter at his and Jessie's expense.

Woody composed himself from his fit of hysterics when he caught a glimpse of his embarrassed sister and best friend. "Okay, that's enough," he chided. "Leave the newlyweds alone."

"Oh! I know!" Mrs. Potato Head exclaimed, as if a brilliant idea had just struck her. "We'll make up for everything you didn't do! It'll be so romantic! Just like it should have been."

"Whaddya mean 'just like it should'a been?'" argued Jessie defensively, lunging forward. "It was plenty romantic!"

Buzz grasped her shoulder gently. "Take it easy, Jess, I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it."

"She needs to stop watching all those wedding shows," Mr. Potato Head grumbled, gesturing to his wife. "Not my fault she came out of the box married."

The potato ignored her husband's snide remark, too caught up in her own excitement to care. "It'll be perfect! We'll invite Barbie and Ken from Sunnyside. We can recreate everything you missed."

"Really, we didn't miss anything," Buzz tried to reason with her. "It was perfect just the way it was." Jessie nodded in agreement.

"I insist. We'll have a big reception, and a bridal shower, and bachelor and bachelorette parties, the whole shebang. Just, when can we do it?"

Trixie jumped into the conversation. "Bonnie and her family will be gone for a weekend next month, to visit her cousin. She'll be leaving us all at home; they don't trust cousin Darla around her toys. We can do it then!"

Jessie's eyes pleaded with Buzz to save her from the unwanted attention. He turned to the other toys to intervene.

"We appreciate your interest in our wedding, but before we agree to anything, can you enlighten us on exactly what all these celebrations entail?"

Mrs. Potato Head was overjoyed to oblige. "Well, they're all big parties, of course! The bridal shower is when the girls give gifts to the bride. The bachelorette and bachelor parties are separate parties for the bride and groom the night before the wedding. And the reception is a big dance after the wedding."

"But we don't need any gifts, we're toys," countered Jessie. "And we don't need the bach-whatever parties, cause we're already married."

"We still could do a reception, though, that sounds fun," Dolly suggested.

"Yeah, it would be a good way to celebrate with everyone who wasn't there," agreed Woody.

Trusting the two toys who had played such a big role in making their wedding happen, Buzz and Jessie looked at each other and shrugged.

"Well, I s'pose a reception could be nice, with dancin' and all," Jessie conceded hesitantly. "But just that. None'a the other stuff."

Mrs. Potato Head squealed in delight at her success. "Just leave it all to me!"

"To us," Woody interrupted, watching the panic in Buzz and Jessie's eyes fade when they realized he would be involved in the planning, too.

"Now, go, watch TV in the living room, so we can get started." Mrs. Potato Head stepped closer to the couple and gently nudged them toward the bedroom door. "Shoo!"

Buzz and Jessie willingly left the uncomfortable situation, and hurried hand-in-hand through the door and down the hall toward the living room. The Space Ranger helped hoist his wife up onto the couch and retrieved the remote from the end table before they snuggled down together against the cushions.

"You okay with this, Cowgirl?" he asked, concerned by her silence.

Jessie nodded weakly. "Yeah, I guess. I jus' don't want all this fuss made over me, ya know? I jus' wanna be with you."

"You are with me." Buzz smiled and kissed her on the forehead, and she rested her head on his shoulder. "These are our friends and family, Jess. They're happy for us. I think we can trust them."


Meanwhile, back in Bonnie's room, the rest of the toys gathered eagerly around Bonnie's laptop to begin their research and party planning.

"Fire up the computer, Trixie!" Mrs. Potato Head made herself comfortable in front of the keyboard, next to the dinosaur.

"Lemme pause my game and open a new tab." Trixie clicked on the screen. "Okay, what am I searching first?"

"Wedding receptions."

The group watched as Trixie scrolled through countless images of elaborately-decorated banquet halls, dance floors, towering cakes, and formal attire. They read pages full of traditions that were expected to be part of the celebration, and Woody grabbed a small paper tablet and pencil out of Bonnie's art basket to start making a checklist.

While the majority of the toys became more and more overwhelmed by the long list of requirements, Mr. Pricklepants instead burst out in inspiration, envisioning the occasion as more of a theatrical display than a party.

"It will be an extravaganza! Garlands of flowers will envelop the scene, as the beautiful princess makes a grand entrance in a sweeping gown, and dances at the ball with her prince…"

"Princess? This is Jessie we're talking about," Dolly laughed. "It was hard enough getting her fancied up for the wedding; don't count on her doing it again."

"Okay, so fancy clothes are out," noted Woody, crossing it off his to-do list.

"And cake is irrelevant," Buttercup added. "Although, it would be fun to watch them smash it all over each other's faces."

"They wouldn't do that to each other, anyway," commented Woody, drawing a line through yet another item. "So, that pretty much leaves dancing and decorations."

"Rex and I can DJ!" Trixie offered. "We'll make up a great playlist!"

"Where will we hold it? I don't think there's enough floor space in here," the cowboy queried. Toys started simultaneously shouting out ideas for the reception's location.

"The living room?"

"Nah, too much furniture."

"The basement?"

"Too cluttered and dusty."

"The laundry room?"

"Are you serious?"

"How about the kitchen?" Rex cautiously chimed in. "That way I can invite my bath toy friends, and they can party in the sink."

"Good idea, Rex," agreed Woody, making note on his tablet. "It'll be easier to decorate in there, with the cabinets and counters to hang things off of."

"Speaking of decorations, how are we gonna find flowers in the middle of winter?" Mrs. Potato Head questioned. "There have to be lots of flowers!"

"No problem, I can make 'em," Dolly boasted proudly. "Who d'ya think helps Jessie make her roses for Spanish dancing? Besides, I know where Bonnie's mom keeps her craft stash. She fixed my button before our trip. And she has plenty of fabric and ribbons, too."

"I saw Bonnie's father put the Christmas lights in the hall closet yesterday," added Mr. Pricklepants. If we can retrieve them from the top shelf, they'll create the perfect ambience for the dance floor."

"Sounds like a great plan, everyone. We should get started right away, so it's not all left for the last minute." While Woody was focused on notating all their decisions and responsibilities on his list, Mrs. Potato Head edged closer to Trixie.

"Google 'bachelorette parties,'" she whispered hoarsely to the triceratops.

"Hold on a minute now, they only agreed to the reception," Woody interrupted.

Mrs. Potato Head dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "They don't know what they want. It'll be a surprise." She snatched the note pad and pencil out of the cowboy's hands, and began scribbling a letter to Sunnyside.

Trixie clicked on a link for a wedding-planning website, and giggled at what she found. "Strippers? Drinking games? Ooooh, look at what that cake looks like!"

"Pin the what on the what?" Dolly's eyes widened as she leaned over the dinosaur's shoulder. Everyone closed in around the computer to get a better look.

"Too bad toys aren't anatomically correct," joked Buttercup.

Woody glanced at the screen and twisted his face, disgusted. "Wait, wait, wait, wait!" He held up his hands in protest. "This is going way too far. They're trusting us, guys. These kinds of wild parties aren't them."

"Come on, loosen up, Woodster," Hamm urged. "Live a little. I bet El Buzzo has some partier in him somewhere, and you know Jessie does."

"You do this, I wash my hands of it. They agreed to a reception, and that's all I'm planning. I'm not catching Jessie's wrath for this one." Woody turned and walked away in a huff.


A few days later, a note written in pink, sparkly handwriting, addressed to the toys, was found in Bonnie's backpack.

Buzz and Jessie got married? Groovy! Tell them congrats for us! Barbie and I will definitely be at the reception – we wouldn't miss the social event of the year! And we'll plan everything for the bachelor and bachelorette parties, too – that will be our gift to them, don't you dare try to talk us out of it! We'll hitch a ride in Bonnie's backpack that week. XOXO, Ken

Woody looked up from the letter, after reading it aloud to his friends – minus Buzz and Jessie, who had promptly been ushered from the room as soon as the note was discovered. The toys were abuzz as everyone discussed what the flamboyant Sunnyside couple might arrange, and more importantly, what they might wear. Woody, however, was apprehensive about the whole idea. He sighed and shook his head.

"I have a bad feeling about this."


Author's Note: While the name "Darla" in this chapter is sort of a reference to the crazy niece in Finding Nemo, I'm not making any implications that Bonnie and Darla (who lives in Australia) are related. It's been included more as an inside joke with my friends and husband. ;) Also, the plush Mickey that Bonnie brought home from WDW won't be making an appearance in this fic, so that I can focus on the classic TS characters. Just figure that she takes him everywhere with her right now, as a happy memento from her trip. :)