Chapter 1: I wonder what it would be like

"Guess what, toys!" The little girl had squealed as she busted into her room after a long day at daycare. Bonnie had flung her backpack down so quickly onto the floor, that toys who remained there were knocked over by the impact.

"I'm going camping!" Immediately, Bonnie began to fill her bag with road trip necessities such as colouring books, mini games, and puzzles. But to many of the toys surprise, she didn't pack any of them.

"Mom says I can't bring any of you, though." The girl said with a hint of sadness. "She says I'll lose you in a place like where we're going, which I don't wanna!"

"Bonnie! Let's go, sweetie." Mrs. Anderson's voice had called from down the hall. Bonnie zipped her bag closed and swung it over her shoulder before running towards the door.

"Bye, toys!" She said as usual as she left. The toys remained frozen for a minute or so, until they had heard the car that contained their owner and her parents pull out of the drive way, and head on their way leaving the toys the house to themselves.

"All clear, guys!" Woody had called from the bed, sitting up. Dolly, Buzz, and Jessie who had also been on the bed sat up as well. The rest of the toys came out of their lifeless states one by one.

"Oi, she could've given us a warning." Hamm moaned from the bag that had hit him, rolling over onto his feet.

"What would we do, move over for her? We're toys." Mr. Potato Head remarked.

"Ok." Woody said, jumping down from the bed so he could get everyone's attention. He looked towards Bonnie's electric pink princess clock that sat on her bookshelf in her room. "We've got exactly four days until Bonnie comes back."

"You always have to count it exactly, huh cowboy?" Dolly teased. Woody adjusted his hat, as the rest of the toys snickered at the sheriff's paranoia.

"Just being safe." The cowboy shrugged. Jessie slapped a hand on Woody's back.

"Daw, relax Woody. We're on vacation, now!" Jessie said, happily.

"Finally." Mr. Potato Head said, plopping himself down next to his Mrs. Potato Head who happily stroked the heads of the Peas in a Pod. "It's about time we got rest."

"So, what are everyone's plans for the few days?" Buzz said, in his usual tough and diligent voice.

"Well, Rex and I are gonna be elbow deep in our Call of Duty marathon. Right, Rex?" Trixie said, happily.

"Yeah!" Rex excitedly agreed. "I've been dying to play, all week!"

"Surprise, surprise." Mr. Potato Head mumbled to his wife. She smiled, trying to hide her laughter.

"I'm just looking for quiet time off." Mrs. Potato Head admitted. "Nothing disruptive."

"That seems fair." Woody agreed. "After that rough play time outside yesterday, I think everyone would."

Before anyone could agree, an excited Trixie started jumping up and down.

"Come on, Rex!" Trixie said, too excited for conversation. "Before our marathon, we're gonna turn our dinosaur warriors into humans on Warlocks and Wizards!"

"Warlocks and Wizards?" Hamm sounded out. "You two play too many video games."

"Whataya' mean turn human?" Slinky asked the two dinosaurs.

"There's a new spell on the game where we can turn our characters into humans! I'd like to see what I'd be like." Rex said, hopefully.

Hamm scoffed at his dinosaur friend. "Well, if it's anything like the real you and not your video game persona, I'm sure it'll be just as big and awkward."

"Hey!" Rex said, as many of the toys let their laughter use. The dinosaur quickly looked for a comeback for Hamm's mockery. "O-oh, yeah...!? Well, you would probably be just as...annoyingly smart as a human...!"

Hamm arched an eyebrow. "Did I mention you need to work on your comebacks?"

"Please." Mr. Potato Head intervened. "Lizard boy has a better chance at being a better human than you would, porky."

"Hey, I'd make a better human than you, spud head!" Hamm shot back.

"Ah, put a cork in it!"

"Guys!" Buzz said, getting between the two brawling toys. "Is this really how we wanna start off our quiet time off?" The space ranger acknowledged Mrs. Potato Head, who merely shook her head at her husband's hot headed tantrum.

"You two can barely not fight as toys, I don't see how you'd last as humans." Mrs. Potato Head added. In return, Mr. Potato Head and Hamm turned around to look at her wide-eyed before exchanging a look and looking back at her again.

Mrs. Potato Head bit her lip. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Well, well, well." Jessie said, coming to stand behind Mrs. Potato Head while giving her a playful look. "Mrs. P, are you saying that you'd be a better human than your husband?"

"That's not what I said." Mrs. Potato Head defended while twiddling her thumbs.

"But, it's what you were thinking. Wasn't it?" Mr. Potato Head said to his wife, trying to get her to admit it. Mrs. Potato Head sighed.

"It's just...well, with the amount of tantrums you two have, I just don't know if you'd be able to handle that anger as a human being. I don't think the body can pump that much blood per second." Mrs. Potato Head admitted, looking at her husband and Hamm.

The toys continued to snicker, and Buttercup the unicorn came up behind Mr. Potato Head.

"You just became a baked potato by your own wife." Buttercup teased the male spud.

"And you're cooked bacon." Slinky said to Hamm.

Mr. Potato Head's eyes shifted, thinking rapidly for something to say back before he became immortally embarrassed. His eyebrows arched and he smirked when he thought of something.

"Oh, yeah?" He said, looking at his wife. She continued to bite her lip, in anticipation of what he'd say. When Mr. Potato Head had an evil smirk as such, it was never good. "Honey, I'd like to see how you would last as a human."

Mr. Potato Head turned to the rest of the toys, waiting for them to laugh. Instead, everyone stayed quiet and exchanged some looks.

"Actually." Woody shrugged his shoulders. "I think she'd be pretty much fine as a human."

The rest of the toys nodded and smiled in agreement.

"So, you imbeciles laugh at anything until it's my turn to have the smart answer, eh?" Mr. Potato Head said, shaking his head in disbelief. "You all know I'm right!"

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Potato Head said, all of a sudden furious. Mr. Potato Head quickly turned back around to his wife realizing what he had just said.

"No, that's not what I meant." Mr. Potato Head assured his wife, walking up to her.

Mrs. Potato Head gave her husband a displeased look. "What do you mean, exactly?"

"I mean, everyone has different...strenghts." Mr. Potato Head said. He shut his mouth as soon as the words left it. Ouch. Mrs. Potato Head gaped at her husband with frustration while the rest of the toys all exchanged looks of tension.

"So, you're saying I'm not strong enough to be a human." Mrs. Potato Head said bitterly.

"No! I..." Mr. Potato Head adjusted his bowler hat when he realized how deep in he actually was, he looked towards Hamm hoping he'd jump in as he was part of the conversation no more than a minute ago.

"Watch your words, spud head." Hamm warned. The room was no longer laughs, and was all of a sudden awkward.

"I-I mean." Mr. Potato Head tried to look for his words, but he could feel all the other toys' eyes on him. "I mean, you'd be a good human, you're just...better as a toy."

Mrs. Potato Head put her hands on her hips, anger boiling inside her hollow plastic body. "Wouldn't everyone in this room?"

"Yeah, but-"

"I get it." Mrs. Potato Head said, before turning and walking away. She walked straight towards the bedroom door.

"Honey, wait." Mr. Potato Head called, going after her. The rest of the toys exchanged more uncomfortable looks. It was quiet, before Rex broke the awkward silence.

"That changed, quickly." The tyrannosaurus said, playing with his tiny claws. Hamm rolled his eyes.

"No kidding."

Though Mr. Potato Head had explained over and over to his wife that it was a stupid idea to even say she wouldn't last as a human in the first place, Mrs. Potato Head admitted she just wanted some space to herself for while. Her husband was able to respect that, and she did the rest of the day doing so.

By the time nightfall had come, the empty house that was rid of it's owners was quiet. Bonnie's room was silent with the darkness that the night time had brought, and many of the toys had already fallen asleep, or were planning to.

Mrs. Potato Head sat alone in a further corner of the room near the closet, still upset. She watched everything from a distance. Majority of the toys were to be seen sleeping, except for Jessie, Buzz, and Woody who still remained awake as well. The trio sat at the other end of the room, talking quietly. Rex and Trixie were nowhere to be seen, probably down the hall playing video games as they had planned. Mrs. Potato Head hadn't seen her husband since she asked him if she could just be left alone after the whole fiasco.

Mrs. Potato Head sighed, before feeling a familiar presence come near her.

"Hi." Her husband's familiar voice said. Mrs. Potato Head turned her gaze towards Mr. Potato Head, who stood not too far away from her. He hid something behind his back.

Mrs. Potato Head looked at him questionably. "What are you hiding?"

Mr. Potato Head fiddled with the object behind his back, and shrugged.

"Just...something for you."

Mrs. Potato Head arched and eyebrow. "Is this the part where you kill me?" She joked. Mr. Potato Head let out a chuckle. She seemed to have calmed down a bit, he came just at the right time.

Mr. Potato Head pulled out what he was hiding. Though it was dark, Mrs. Potato Head could make it out perfectly.

He held a plucked daisy from the garden. It matched the daisy on Mrs. Potato Head's hat, perfectly. Mr. Potato Head gave it to his wife, who took it carefully. She gently let the petals run against her fingers.

"I got some help." Mr. Potato Head said. "I'm not exactly a flower expert."

Mrs. Potato Head smiled, but her gaze didn't leave the flower. Mr. Potato Head sat next to her.

"I don't think I'm the best at apologizing, either..." He admitted. Mrs. Potato Head looked up from the flower, before looking at her husband with sincere eyes. She lifted her hand to the side of his face and gently played with his loose ear, straightening it back into place.

"You're just fine." She said.

The male spud put his hand on her's. "I'm sorry."

"Me too."

"For what?"

"I technically said to you the same thing you said to me." Mrs. Potato Head said. "I guess we're both guilty."

Mr. Potato Head nodded, before getting up and giving his hand.

"A walk, my sweet potato?" He asked, affectionately. Mrs. Potato Head grinned, loving to see her husband use his romantic persona. She allowed him to take her hand.

"I would love-"

"Rex, behind you!" Trixie's voice bellowed from down the hall. The two spuds looked towards the door in shock and annoyance.

"Ah! Too many enemies! Abort, abort!" Rex said along, as they continued to play video games.

Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head exchanged a look.

"Or, we can just stay here."

"Much better."

Mr. Potato Head sat back down again next to his wife, relaxing as he did so. She leaned against him, quietly assuring him that she wasn't mad anymore. He smiled, and wrapped his lanky arm around her.

"I wonder what it would be like." Mrs. Potato Head all of a sudden said.

"Hm?" Mr. Potato Head said in response.

"Being human." Mrs. Potato Head admitted. "Life would certainly be different."

"Oh, yeah." Mr. Potato Head agreed. "Maybe easier."

"Not entirely. They have lots of responsibilities."

"Yeah, but humans don't have to worry about what'll happen to them when their owners grow up. Heck, they're the ones who own us."

Instead of arguing, Mrs. Potato Head looked at her husband with playfulness in her eyes. "My, my strong spud. Are you saying you want to be human?"

Mr. Potato Head opened his mouth to answer no, but stopped when he noticed his wife looking at him teasingly. His gape faded, and was replaced with a flirty smirk.

"You're full of it tonight, aren't you?" He teased, taking her other hand in his. The daisy had fallen to the floor in front of them. "I'm not saying I would, but I think life would be easier."

Mrs. Potato Head shrugged in her husband's embrace. "I guess you aren't wrong. Humans are probably more knowledgable."

"Have better living spaces." Her husband added.

"Beautfiul houses." Mrs. Potato Head sighed, dreamily.

"Going places, without having to hide."

"Walks in the park."

"It would just be so..."

"It just sounds-"

"Free." Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head both said in unison, before looking at each other. They smiled, closed their eyes, and began leaning in for a kiss. Before their lips could touch though, Mrs. Potato Head's eyes shot wide open when she felt a wave of pain strike through her small plastic body.

"Oh!" She gasped, clutching her forehead. Mr. Potato Head opened his eyes at his wife's loud gasp, and looked at her with shock and confusion. It was soon replaced with worry when he saw her swaying with pain.

"Dear, what's wrong?" He asked, squeezing her hand. Mrs. Potato Head struggled to get her words out, focused on the pain that occupied her.

"...I feel..." but, she could barely finish before becoming completely unconscious. Mrs. Potato Head fell back from her seated position, but Mr. Potato Head quickly caught her and laid her down gently.

"Honey, can you hear me?" Mr. Potato Head asked, concerned. He lowered his ear to listen for her breathing, she still took in little puffs of breath. He sighed, but still panicked to try and wake her up.

Mr. Potato Head stopped as soon as a painful feeling struck right through him. He clutched his forehead much like his wife had, and lied down next to her to get the pain out of the way. That was a bad mistake though, as he fell unconscious twice as quick as Mrs. Potato Head did. Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head both remained unconscious right next to each other.

Across the room, Woody, Jessie, and Buzz still remained awake. From where they were, it looked as though the Potato Heads had peacefully gone to sleep after apologizing. But, they were wrong.

And the toys wouldn't see what had come of the married couple until morning.

To be continued...