A/N: UGH sorry this chapter took so long, these three Lego Movie fanfics have been at the forefront of my work lately. BTW, who saw Secret Life of Pets 2? Ok, I'll stop talking. ENJOY!

The idea that a girl couldn't have toys jarred Woody.

It terrified Dolly.

"This…this isn't possible, right?" Dolly tugged on Woody's arm, as if he would offer her some kind of answer. Didn't he always know what was going on? He should have. He had the ego to always have the answers. "She has to have some toys!"

Dolly followed as Woody descended the princess-and-the-pea bed. "I think we may be those toys."

The room appeared like how Jessie described Emily's room after losing her. Dolly saw makeup, expensive speakers, posters of bands no girl under sixteen should listen to, and a smartphone. Wasn't she in the same grade as Bonnie? What parenting book had her parents gotten?

Though the situation shook Dolly to her core, Woody didn't appear shocked at all. Dolly smirked. She knew he had been around the block when it came to adventures outside the room, but seeing a kid without toys still had to be shocking, right?

"It…it's like Sid all over again."

"Huh?"

Who Sid was, Dolly had no idea. She still didn't like the way Woody said the name, and by his silence, she figured now was not the time to ask.

Woody shook his head. They had to get out of here right now, as in five minutes ago now. "Ok, come on, we're getting out of here."

Before Dolly, now a bit calmer than Woody's panicked disposition, could ask any how's, when's, or what's, Woody had grabbed her arm, dragged her up the bed, to the window sill –

Where they plopped back down onto the bed as soon as they heard Mackenzie open the door.

The tyrant – sorry, young girl slammed the door shut so hard the room quivered from fear. "Ok, time to have some real fun." Where Woody and Dolly imagined Bonnie would giggle, Mackenzie cackled.

Mackenzie clutched the two toys in her hand, smirked, and before she played whatever torture she had in mind, the smirk dropped into a smile. "I think you're a princess," she said, rushing Dolly to the top of the jewelry box. "And you're the prince trying to rescue her!" the holler followed her placing Woody atop a jug of perfume, assumingly a stand-in for a toy horse.

For the next hour, Woody and Dolly played with Mackenzie.

While Mackenzie's playtime ideas and props were not as conventional as Bonnie's, or even Andy's, she improvised like a master. Tissues were vines Woody had to cut through. Jewelry made a rope. The push pins in the corkboard were a rock-wall Woody had to scale. And when the evil dragon (an extremely helpful stand-in, a swivel chair that shot nerf darts) attacked Woody, he used a permanent marker to fight it back.

The girl laughed. The girl snorted and cackled like the evilest villain turned to the light. Her hair began to fall out of her pony-tails, and when she finally ripped the bands out, it revealed wild, curly, fantastical hair that contrasted everything around it.

"Finally!" Mackenzie shouted, panting silently from sprinting around her room. She grabbed Dolly from her spot in the makeup organizer/princess tower, and pulled her down next to Woody. "Man, you take a long time to rescue a princess, y'know?"

"Wait!" Mackenzie dropped both toys where they were, nearly tripped running to her shelf, and pulled out a thick, heavy book. After skimming through the pages a bit, she closed it with a snap. "Ok! You guys are going to the Bahamas for your honeymoon, but first, I need to snatch a couple of my sister's bridal magazines! Be right back!" Mackenzie dashed out of the room, and for a moment, Woody and Dolly hardly came out of inanimate mode.

"Did…did that just happen?" Woody shook his head as he sat up, as if clearing the fog from a dream.

"I think it did." Dolly chuckled, running her hands over the tissue paper Mackenzie had fastened as a dress. "Who knew I could play a princess?"

"I knew that, but that's not what I'm talking about." Woody stood up quickly and began pacing like a bad impression of Sherlock.

Dolly blushed like Mackenzie's hair.

Just as Woody had begun to sink into his deep-set pacing, when Dolly and the other toys usually left him alone for a good hour, hollers came from the hallway, and they fell to inanimate mode.

"Mackenzie Annie Lippin, I told you to do your homework first!"

"But I did everything except the stuff that's due the day after tomorrow!"

"I don't care about the excuses, now get to the table and finish all of your work, then after diner it's straight to bed."

"But mom–"

"And one more fresh remark like that and you can say goodbye to your birthday party."

Silence echoed louder than any shout either one could muster, and after some extremely restrained footsteps walked to the table, Woody and Dolly were left to amuse themselves until Mackenzie finished her work.

"She's lonely, Woody," Dolly mumbled, staring up at the ceiling as if it was a summer sky, filled with clouds and kites. Hard as she tried, Dolly just kept imagining Bonnie in Mackenzie's place. Neglected, harshly punished, and not given any toys. Did her parents want her to turn into a moody teenager ahead of time? It wasn't a money issue. One speaker chosen at random from Mackenzie's room could have funded an entire toy store shopping spree.

"I know."

Woody ran a hand over his face. They had to get out of here. Now. He kept replaying in his mind how Bonnie would react if she didn't get them back. Any pain Bonnie would be in, he would think of Andy in the same pain. He had to get back.

"Are you even listening?" A harsh glint nipped in Dolly's voice, and she crossed her arms over her chest.

The inflection told him to listen to Dolly, for his own safety if nothing else. "Of course. You feel sorry for the kid, and I do too, but we have to get back to Bonnie."

"Maybe…" Dolly gulped. Everything her mind told her to shut up, to go home, and let this little girl, helpless to her mother's demands, fend for herself without a toy to play with. But the larger part of her mind, the part that flinched when Bonnie got a paper cut or cried after a sad movie, agreed with the words that flew out of her mouth faster than she was ready to give them. "…maybe we should wait until night. That way Mackenzie might think we were just a dream, and it'll be easier to get out."

Woody paused.

His gaze shifted on Dolly, frozen to her eyes, stubborn on stubborn. Bets had been wagered back home about their fights. Toys kept scorecards hidden away. Battles had been named.

"Alright, but as soon that girl is asleep, we leave." Without giving Dolly any indication of his emotions towards her, Woody walked off to the other end of the room, leaving Dolly to question everything she had known about being a one-owner toy.