Wow! My first Toy Story story...lol. This little idea popped up after I saw number 3 last weekend. The idea wouldn't leave me alone so I had to write almost immediately. This takes place about a month after the third movie. Do enjoy. ^^

The electric clock upon the table right beside the bed struck 8:30 and the little girl sleeping soundly next to her favorite toy didn't even know of what this Saturday would bring. The one toy dear Bonnie had decided to sleep with the night before was the newest to her mess of favorites. She was truly an imaginative girl when she played and out of all of her imaginative friends, she was truthfully devoted to the cowboy sheriff who was the divine hero in all of her adventures. Bonnie Anderson loved him and was really thankful of the teen who gave him to her, along with many others that were safely stowed away in her stuffed animal bin across the room, next to her dresser. Right when the alarm went off, little Bonnie opened her eyes and sleepily rubbed the sleep out of them, letting her Woody doll roll out of her hug.

"Woody!" her eyes shone like stars when she went to pick him up to play. "Dr. Porkchop has destroyed the bank! We gotta hurry!" she said as she sprung into action and bounced off the bed.

She held Woody in her hand, making it look like that he was running as she tore through her bin and took out the piggy bank and the two potato heads, Mr. and Mrs.

In the middle of a small, quaint western town, one of the hapless buildings got its doorways completely severed by an explosion before -

"Bonnie, sweety!" called the distant, warm voice of her mother from down the hall.

Bonnie's face fell when she remembered something important and dreadful. She was going to the doctor today that was about her sore throat problem. Ever since she was a baby, she had the worst case of sore throat because each time she fell ill with it, she had the worst kind that was called...strep...throat. That was the terror of all sickness for her and her doctor suggested one solution for it; she had to have her tonsils taken out. As horrid as that sounded, little four year old Bonnie wanted to lock herself away in her closet and stay in there forever. She didn't want to get her tonsils out. It sounded like they were going to hurt her by digging down her throat! Clutching her Woody close to her heart, she tried to hide her tears of fright when her mother came into her room.

"Honey, it's time to get ready. We have to be there by ten." sweetly beckoned the woman at the door.

"Mommy, I don't want to." the toddler choked, nearly tearing the sheriff in her tight hold. "Can I please eat breakfast? Please?" she begged.

"Not until after, sweety." her mother sighed as she bent down to her daughters' level. "But you can have all the ice cream you want after today."

"Ice cream?" Bonnie smiled a little.

"That's right. All the ice cream you want. And, you can take a friend with you." Mom smiled, pointing at Woody.

Bonnie hugged him with all her heart and smiled even though she was scared about the whole thing. Bonnie then went and got dressed, but when she left the room to go to the bathroom, the toys in the bin came to life and so did Woody, who she left on the floor.

Yes. I know it's a shorty, but um...this is just the intro to what is to happen next. What do you think?