Disclaimer: I don't own Toy Story.
He sees this dark-haired young woman just outside his gate carrying a cardboard box, hesitating shyly whether or not to go through. He decides to help her out, because she's clearly there for a reason. He calls to her, she smiles softly, the gate creaks, and she is in his yard. She's familiar, but not.
He pulls off the gardening gloves as he walks over. "Can I help you?"
She gestures with the box. "I was just off on my way to college, and I have these old toys... I heard that there's a kid here who might want them."
And then he realizes why she's familiar but not. He grins at her, and she smiles back, both chuckling silently at their private joke. He then looks over his shoulder at the utterly filthy boy in the dirt of the unplanted garden. "Jeff, there's someone here who wants to give you some toys."
At the mention of the word the boy's head jerks up from his trucks. "Toys?" Trucks forgotten, he runs over as fast as his little legs will carry him, almost unable to stop before he hits Bonnie. He grins up at her. "For me?"
Bonnie sets the box down as she kneels on the ground. "Yep!"
Jeff is leaning forward eagerly while Bonnie opens the box, and Andy gets a glimpse of old and familiar friends as he walks away, slipping the gardening gloves back on. He winks at them secretly, a silly old habit of times long gone. And he thinks that it will be nice to have the gang back.
Slippers scuffing on the linoleum kitchen floor, it's the next morning and the coffee maker's gurgling. The dull pop of the refrigerator door opening, already it's acquired crayons of space rangers and cowgirls. Milk for cereal, coffee comes black. A small popping noise and the coffee maker goes silent. Reaches up for his mug, finds it not there, frowns and turns around...
Somehow, someway, his mug is already on the kitchen island. And leaning against it, smiling up at him, is an old cowboy of old acquaintance.
Woody winks. Andy winks back. Andy takes the mug, making sure that Woody stays propped upright as he does so, and thinks that all is right in the world.
The sound floats across the room, barely a whisper. "You've got a friend in me."
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