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So, we last left off with Andy accepting that wizard toy. Hmm, maybe he shouldn't have. We'll have to see and find out won't we. Thanks for the reviews you guys! Keep sending them in. Now on to chapter 2, where the story really gets going!

Something New

Andy moved about the room as patiently as he could with his cell phone glued to his ear. Andy wasn't one to tie up the phone, especially since the wait for the person he was calling was taking so long to answer. He called three times in a row and wondered why he even bothered, but as the rings continued on the other end, he understood the importance of it.

"Come on, come on, pick up already," he begged. "I need a final answer."

After a minute passed, there was finally a response.

"Hello? Andy?"

"Yeah, yeah it's me Jen."

"Oh, hi," she responded. "Sorry, I was washing my hair."

"No problem," Andy said when he was really thinking Why do you feel the need to wash your hair everytime I call. But in all honesty, he wasn't that annoyed with her. "I was just calling to, double check about the trip. It's still alright with your parents right?"
"Yeah, is it alright with your mom?"

"So long as we're accompanied by your parents, it's fine," Andy replied as he gulped at the idea of ever being alone with Jennifer Hashe.

She was practically one of the most popular girls in school who caught a lot of the boys attention; one of them being Andy of course. Luckily for him, she wasn't a girl who thought herself worthy of football players only. She allowed Andy's friendship, which he was happy to say was slowly building.

But building into what?

Andy was nervous to decide. However, he may quickly find out when he headed out on this trip with her. Just him and Jen...and her parents, on a nice camp out. Andy was very lucky that his mom allowed him to go in the first place, especially when she promised to visit a sick friend of hers out of town. But she trusted him. He was a good kid and she felt it was alright for this to be the first time he ever spent away from home. Molly would be going with her. A nice solution that saved him from babysitting.

"That's good. I can't wait," said Jen.

Andy smiled. He could practically see her smiling as well. "M-me, either."

"So, how was the sale? Did you get rid of anything?"

"Oh, a few things. Not much." Andy did manage to get rid of his toys, but through the hands of Mr. Warrick. Apparently not many children thought his old playthings were cool enough to enjoy. It was all about video games and any other form of technology.

"Your mom and sister still leaving tonight?"

"Yeah, they're hitting the road this evening, so I'll have the house to myself."

"Only for a little while. They'll be back before we are. But it's cool your mom trust you in the house while she's away."

"It's no big deal, and it's only for tonight. I can take care of myself."

"Sure you can," she said with a laugh. Andy's smile widened.

"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bright an early at noon. Have your stuff packed."

"Will do."

With that, he hung up and sighed. It all seemed to go so smoothly. He turned and went to place his cell on his dresser, when his eyes caught the wizard. He'd set it on the dresser with every intention of showing Molly. But then he thought about it and realized now wouldn't have been a good time. She wasn't exactly in a pleasant mood since she was forced to travel with her mother. Andy knew what she would have preferred: sitting in a room with her friends, watching boy rock concerts on tv and having make-overs. Hopefully, spending a few days around adults would bore her to the point where she realized being grown up wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Til then, maybe he could find a way to show her that she was still a kid at heart.

"Andy, it's lunch time!"

"Be right there mom!" he called back. It was kind of late for lunch, but this would be the last meal before his mom and Molly headed out. He picked up the wizard and studied it once more. Maybe it wouldn't have been bad to introduce it to Molly now. But it was such a simple toy. How could something so simple bring back the Molly that he missed?

As if to test the possibility, Andy reached for the crystal ball. It was strange, but at that moment, he couldn't help feeling it was a risky move. Nonetheless, he pulled it down.

There was nothing to it. The wizard flicked his wand as he did the last time he pulled, but then to his surprise, he did something very unexpected. After two flicks of the wand, the wizard made the motion of doing a third wave. Andy's eyes locked onto his arm as if there was something dangerous about it. As if somehow, he was in trouble. But the wand hand came down and with it, in an instant burst, a puff of powdery smoke and glitter shot from the magical stick. Andy coughed and dropped the toy in surprise. He was covered from head to toe in the white cloud and choking on the dust.

"What the?..."

Andy didn't understand it. He hadn't done that before and Warrick didn't say a thing about the toy having this special feature. He waved his arms around, but the cloud was already subsiding. All that was left was evidence of powder and glitter on his skin and clothing. He brushed it off and stared at the toy, accusingly. Now he knew for sure Molly might not take to the wizard. What child would? Unless it was Warrick's intention to scare the living daylights out of a child or get a few angry parents on his side. Andy didn't know and wasn't so sure the special effect of the wand was a selling point.

"Weird," he said as he reached down and picked up the toy. "Didn't do much to add to your ability as a wizard. What was Warrick thinking?"

Andy didn't bother to consider the answer. He set the toy back on the dresser and headed downstairs.

As the footsteps faded away, the wizard blinked his eyes and scowled at the young man's room. Unknown to Andy, the wizard had been giving him looks of distaste, as if Andy were a filthy bug. No matter though. He had given him quite the surprise and enjoyed every second of his reaction. He sighed as he took in the room before him.

"Such a pity," he said to himself.

He shook his head as he placed his crystal ball in one of the pockets of his robes, and placed his wand in the other. It was time to get off this blasted dresser and meet the person he was intended for, since the boy didn't seem interested in sharing. Teenagers, he thought bitterly. How he despised it when children turned into them. For it marked the end of playtime with their supposedly inanimate friends. So few toys could ever bring that childness back. But he could. Mr. Warrick was right and Andy was wrong. He could bring back the child in Molly. He could bring back the child in anyone.

As carefully as he could, he climbed his way down to the floor. Once he made it down, he dusted off his robes as if he had aquired dust in the short time he was placed up there.

"Doesn't even have the decency to clean his room once in a while," he grumbled in an elegant manner.

"Ah, hi!"

The wizard slowly raised up and turned around. However, his expression was indifferent as if he could care less about whoever decided to sneak up on him. He cared even less as he took in the sight of the large comical looking green dinosaur. He knew dinosaurs more terrifying than what he was looking at. What stood before him, a T-rex, was a clear joke.

"How do you do," he answered lazily. He then turned away as if he hadn't been interrupted. But the silly dinosaur started to follow.

"Are you new? Did Andy purchase you, or were you a present. It's not his birthday again is it? Or maybe Christmas..."

"What are you babbling about?"

"Andy," he replied, as though it were obvious. "Why you're in Andy's room."

"Yes, I couldn't help but notice." He turned away from the dinosaur as the hidden members of the room started to reveal themselves.

"Look dear, it looks like Andy's got a new toy," said a Mrs. Potato Head.

"Hmph, that's ridiculous," said her husband as he looked him over suspiciously. "Why would Andy get a new toy when he hasn't played with us in years?"

"Point taken," answered the wizard. "Which is why I am not intended for your Andy, but for his little sister. Now if you'll excuse me."

"Not so fast."

The wizard turned at the sudden serious voice and took note of a cowboy doll that was making his way through the crowd. A sheriff with his hands on his hips and a frown on his face.

"Just who do you think you are?"

The wizard gave him a polite smile as he forced himself to acknowledge him as well as everyone else. Though he would normally never associate with such a raggedy bunch of misfits, he felt he had little choice. If he didn't want them to get in his way, he'd humor them.

"Easy there cowboy," said a space ranger the wizard recognized as a Buzz Lightyear. He remembered how popular the toy was, but he didn't see anything remarkable about him.

The wizard bowed politely. "No need to worry my space friend. I am Marvelous Marvelo, a great wizard capable of delighting boys and girls of all ages."

"Is that so," said the cowboy unimpressed. "Well from what I saw, you didn't seem to be delighting Andy."

"Wha-what do you mean?" he asked, suddenly caught off guard. The cowboy took a few steps forward.

"I was watching from over there," he said as he pointed to a desk by the window. It was directly across from the dresser. "I saw the whole thing."

"What do you mean Woody?" asked Slinky.

"I think he means this," said Marvelo. He pulled out his wand and gave a quick flick. Just as before, only much smaller, a clowd of white powdery smoke and glitter burst with a sudden explosion. The toys jumped in surprise.

"Whoa!" Rex cried in fright as he jumped behind Buzz for protection. Marvelo laughed it off as if it were a simple joke.

"See," he explained. "All in good fun."
"You call that fun?" Woody asked as he dusted himself off.

"Previous owners of mine thought so, and perhaps your owner's little sister will as well." He turned away, but Woody had no intetention of letting this guy slip away. He hurried in front of him, blocking his path.

"Where are you going?"

"I am delivering myself to my intended owner. Molly is it?"

Marvelo turned to look at the group who's interest in the new guy fell away to saddness.

"Don't think you've heard this Marvey," a cowgirl answered for the group. "But Molly isn't exactly into toys anymore."

"Yeah," said a piggy bank. "She may still be little, but she's starting to act like a miniature Brittney Spears."

"I have no fears about it," Marvelo answered. "I can bring her back to the child she once was. Why that is why your dear owner purchased me."

"So," Rex started sadly. "So, he didn't buy you to play with. I thought..."
"You thought what?" Marvelo asked as he quickly caught on. "You thought, it meant he was ready to play again?"

No one said anything. His words had struck a nerve. Even Woody dropped his boldness to feel the truth of the matter. A truth that they had to live with day to day, but would never admit out loud. That Andy was done with them and was never looking back. But Woody had to admit that truth fell away the moment he saw Andy walk through the door with the wizard in his hand. It hadn't made any sense. Andy, studying a toy just as he used to do so long ago. A look of interest crossed his face which made Woody feel a slight pang of jealousy. It was something he hadn't felt since he first laid eyes on Buzz. And Woody was forced to watch it all, slouched on his desk, practically forgotten by his owner. Never held nor touched like before.

But his arrival had created hope. Did it mean Andy was interested again? In toys? And if so, it would only be a matter of time before he was interested in his own toys again. Woody had hoped, with all the stuffing in his little body that it was so. The little boy in Andy remained as he watched him proceed to play. But then the wizard had pulled that stunt with his wand and Andy's interest shifted to disgust. Woody knew a toy had no control over how he or she was made, but he couldn't help blaming the wizard. Blaming him for possibly harming Andy and ruining any chance they would have of reconnecting with their owner. Besides that, he had caught the looks he were giving the teen and he didn't like it one bit. He had to do something. Protect Andy from this wanna be Merlin. But as it turned out, he wasn't for Andy; he was for Molly. Though Woody's connection to Molly wasn't strong, he still felt a need to take on the role he was created for. A sheriff who saw to it that nothing got out of hand. But now he wasn't so sure. Andy wanted him for Molly. To help her become the little girl she still was. But what about the little boy he could still be?

"Don't be silly," said Marvelo. "Your owner is much too old for you. Surely you realize this? Yes."

Woody gulped. He didn't want to realize it, which was why nobody talked about such things. They simply allowed themselves to lay where their owner had left them, trying to enjoy their last few days within the room before Andy shut them away forever in the toy chest. They didn't want to believe it was over. They wanted to believe Andy would catch a glimpse of them and remember the good times he shared with them. But Marvelo's words rang clear through every fiber of their being. His words capable of making them see the truth. Andy was gone.

Marvelo smiled. Perhaps these toys aren't as stupid as they appear.

Uh-oh, what does Marvelo mean? Poor Andy's toys, they feel abandoned. But maybe not for long. Anyways, we're at the starting point of our adventure so please stay tuned for more. I have so much planned for one heck of an adventure.

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