It had been a balmy summer day, and Bonnie was going to spend the night at a friends' house, thus leaving her toys to amuse themselves. Someone suggested that they plug in a movie.
"How about the new one, Wreck-it-Ralph?" Suggested Dolly. "Bonnie seems to have liked it."
Soon, everyone was congregated around the living room, eyes focused on the television screen. They laughed at the hilarious bits, but some sniffled at the sadder parts. Jessie started to tear up at Sergeant Calhoun's backstory, and Buzz enclosed his arm around her shoulders protectively.
When the film ended, everyone had their own opinion to give. Potatohead thought it was too sappy, Mr. Prickle-pants thought the acting was "atrocious" (they tried to explain to him the characters were CGI, but he didn't get it), and Chuckles…well, Chuckles actually did not say anything.
As everyone else filed back into Bonnie's bedroom, Buzz and Jessie lingered on the couch, content to make up for some lost time together. Silence soon settled over the room, and Jessie spoke up.
"Buzz, do you think we're kind of like Felix and Calhoun?"
He tilted his head, puzzled. "In what way?"
"Well, I reckon we have lots in common. Like, Tammy has a sad past, but she managed to fall in love again. And Felix can fix anything. He's also a lot shorter than she is-"
Buzz huffed and mumbled something, staring down at his boots.
Squeezing his hand, Jessie pecked his cheek. "-but he makes up for it with his adorable honeyglow, just like you."
He rubbed his face, beaming. When she rested her head on his shoulder, he gently kissed her plaited hairline. If he was her Fix-it-Felix Jr., she was his Sgt. Calhoun, and the mere thought made his heart quiver in delight.