*Howdy! Chapter two is up. Thank you for those who comment with nice remarks. I am not trying to redo TS4, just my version of the ending. Its not going to be good, its a work of fiction. Thanks!*

"WOODY!" Buzz yelled. He jumped off the shelf and took off towards his friend, with Bo right on his heels. The cowboy was lying on his side, his eyes closed. "Woody. No, no, wake up buddy."

"Buzz, look at this." Bo said. She pointed to his back. Buzz looked and gasped. There was a huge hole in Woody's back where his voice box was.

"Oh no. Come on, sheriff. Open your eyes." Woody groaned and turned towards them.

"It's gone, is, isn't it?" He asked.

"Yes Woody, it's gone. Bo said, touching his cheek. I'm so sorry." She and Buzz carefully turned him and lay him on his back.

"Its, it's not your fault. Ah!"

"No, it's my fault." Gabby Gabby said, stepping toward them. Bo lunged at her and slammed her up against the shelf.

"You greedy, sneaky little witch! Do you realize what you've done?!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm!"

"Your henchmen literally ripped Woody's voice box out of his back! Benson took it by sheer force, all because you wanted it for yourself! Why? Why do you need his when you have your own?"

"Because mine doesn't work!" Bo was taken back, starring at her. Buzz, who had helped Woody to a sitting position, Ducky, Bunny and Duke all stared at her too.

"What are you talking about, scary doll?" Ducky said.

"I was a defect straight out of the box. Gabby explained. I was thrown into a box and donated to the store. For years I sat on the shelf, and a few times kids have picked me up, but once they heard my voice box, they put me back. I was humiliated. I've been here ten years, hoping one day I'd wake up and it would be repaired so that I can be with my one true kid, Harmony."

"Wait a minute, you mean the shopkeeper's granddaughter?" Duke asked.

"Is she your owner?" Buzz asked.

"No, but I want her to be. She is the perfect kid for me, always coming here, pretending to have tea parties with the play tea set over on the table. I've been practicing with her, hoping that she'll take me home and have tea parties with me. But I know she'll never want me, not with how my voice box is now. When Woody came in and I heard that his worked, I saw it as my chance to be loved by a child." Bo's face softened; she felt sorry for Gabby. Lowering her crook, she released Gabby from her hold. "I never wanted to hurt Woody. I was going to ask nicely for his, make a trade. I'm so sorry." She held out the voice box to Bo. The shepherdess reached out to take it, but stopped when she heard a soft voice.

"She can have it." Bo turned and saw Woody, who was now standing, looking at her.

"Woody, what are you doing?" Buzz said.

"Yes, what are you doing?" Bo asked. Woody moved Buzz's arm from around his waist and walked over to Gabby.

"You can have my voice box, Gabby. Just let me have Forky and it's yours."

"Are you sure?" Gabby asked. Woody nodded yes. "Thank you, Woody. Benson!" The dummy came over to Gabby. "Say your sorry to Woody, right now."

"I'm sorry." Benson said.

"Thank you. Now, kindly sew his back, please." As Benson led Woody over to the sewing machine, Bo and Buzz looked at each other.

"Are you wondering the same thing I am?" Buzz asked.

"You bet I am. What was that about? Woody would never give up his voice box." Bo said.

"We'll ask him after he gets fixed." They followed Gabby and the other dummies, hoping that Woody was going to be alright.