Bo Peep Pride, Woody's elegant, sweet, gently stunning wife normally might have been at home at this moment, tending her three sheep Periwinkle, Apple Blossom, and Sugar, that she'd raised from baby lambs, or sprucing up the house, or spending time with Mitsy, or giving what tidbits she could to her husband when he asked her for them during investigations, or cooking a meal for and visiting sick neighbors. But at this moment, she was browsing through Mrs. Phoat's Bloom Emporium, studying the hats. She and Woody were supposed to take the train to the city tonight for a lovely date at a special restaurant, and Bo Peep was debating whether to buy a new hat or choose a corsage to go with her special outfit she was planning to wear.
"Well, Bo Peep dear, have you made up your mind?" Mrs. Phoat, a stout, loving, frivolous, fashionable, but feisty older woman asked the younger lady.
"No," Bo Peep answered with a sigh. "I just don't know which would go better with it."
"What color are you wearing?"
"Pastel blue. Here, I'll show you. Maybe you can help me decide." Bo Peep slipped her smart-phone out of her purse and slid her thumb over the screen until she found a photo of the modern but stylish dress she was going to wear.
"Oh, you'll look lovely in that." Mrs. Phoat gushed. "Of course, you look lovely in anything! I think a corsage will go great with it." Just then, Bo's phone rang in her hand, startling her.
"Whoa! That scared me." Bo laughed. She saw her daughter's picture on the caller ID. "Oh, it's Mitsy." Bo smiled. "Excuse me, Mrs. Phoat."
"Oh, surely." Mrs. Phoat smiled, and went to pick out a corsage for the shepherdess.
"Hello, honey," Bo smiled as she answered her phone. "What are you up to?"
"Mom?" Mitsy's voice quivered, and Bo took the phone away from her ear. For the first time, as she looked at her daughter's face, she noticed that the girl was crying. Bo brought it back to her ear.
"Mitsy, what's wrong?" Bo asked sympathetically.
"Oh, Mom!" Mitsy cried. "Jessie's in trouble and we can't get her out! There's been an avalanche beside the mountain, and it looks like Jessie's buried in it, Mom!" Bo gasped, and almost dropped her phone. "We're going to the Lookout now to get Ryder and the Paw Patrol to help! I'm scared, Mom!"
Bo gulped and her heart started pounding. "All-all right, honey. Okay," She said shakily, trying to stay calm. "Thank you for telling me! Has anyone called Buzz?"
"Yes. Dad called him first!"
"Good. Uh...let me talk to your dad." Bo said as she brought her phone back down. She could see on the screen that Mitsy had moved the phone to Woody's ear.
"Yes, Bo?" Woody asked as he kept his eyes peeled forward while Bullseye ran up the hill almost to the Paw Patrol Headquarters.
"Woody. I'm coming too!" Bo declared firmly. "I'm going to do what I can."
"I appreciate that, Bo. But the rocks are heavy, and..." Woody started to protest.
"Woody," Bo said sternly. "This is no time to be picky! Quit being stubborn. Jessie's in trouble and needs our help! Don't worry about me. Just get your sister out of there!"
"All right!" Woody answered loudly. "Okay. I'll see you there. I've got to go!"
"Okay. Bye. It...it'll be all right, Mitsy. We're going to get Jessie out." Bo said sweetly. Mitsy nodded.
"Right!" Bo could see and hear Slinky behind Mitsy.
"I've got to get going. Bye, Sweetie." Bo said.
"Bye." Mitsy answered lowly. Bo turned to Mrs. Phoat.
"Sorry, Mrs. Phoat, but I have to go! Now!" Bo exclaimed. "We've got a disaster on our hands, and we're calling an emergency crew together to save Jessie! She's buried in a rubble!" Mrs. Phoat grasped her head with her hands, dropping the flower she'd chosen, and shrieked.
"Jessie?! What on earth is going on?!" The older woman blurted out.
"A landslide!"
"The poor dear! Ohhhh, is there anything I can do?!" Mrs. Phoat pleaded.
"I'm not sure. Pray, I know that. I gotta go! Bye!" And with that, Bo rushed out of the store to her car, and took off towards the Sheriff's Office. She was going to gather some emergency equipment that Woody and the rescue team might need.
Buzz Lightyear's lungs felt as if they were going to burst as he forced himself up the hill to the PP quarters. Normally, running was no problem for the fit, agile hero, but this time it was taking effort for him. His feet felt like lead: the faster and harder he ran, it seemed the farther away the tower was. The fear in his heart for Jessie's life seemed to be sapping the adrenaline that should've been pumping him to a boost up the hill. Woody's words kept ringing in his ears: "It's Jessie! She's in trouble, Buzz! Big trouble! She's in danger!"
Jessie...danger...Jessie...trouble...Jessie...danger, over and over again, those frightening words dogged him. And for the first time in the brave Space Ranger's life, he felt absolutely terrified. He loved Jessie, he loved that attractive, caring, fiery, eager cowgirl with all his heart and more, and though he was sure that she knew he liked her, he had not yet declared his love for her, to her! And if anything happened to her, if he lost her...he'd never get the chance!
Hold on. Just get to the tower and let Woody explain everything first. Buzz thought to himself. Maybe it's something that I can handle and get her out of without much trouble. Maybe something a Space Ranger is trained to tackle, and not the ordinary citizen. I might have a chance after all! Okay, just don't think about anything else 'til Woody speaks. Buzz felt calmer and just reached the ridge! He headed straight for the automatic doors.
"I can't wait to go surfing!" Zuma exclaimed as he raced inside the Lookout lobby.
"I'm going to bury myself in and then dig myself out of the sand." Rubble said as he followed after. Chase, Rocky, and Skye were at their heels, but they all stopped and bumped into each other.
"What did you stop for?" Rocky asked, confused.
"Buzz Lightyear!" Skye yelped happily. The pups saw the admired celebrity standing inside the elevator, waiting for them. They wagged their tails. "Yay!"
"Did you come to go to the beach with us?" Rubble asked hopefully.
Buzz managed a weak smile. "Sorry," he spoke up. "But I..."
"I'm a rolling cylinder. Make way!" Marshall shouted from behind his friends. His eyes were shut and he kept running, unaware that the other dogs were standing still in front of him. He bumped into them and they all flopped over into the elevator. Buzz had stepped back and leaned against the wall when he saw the Dalmatian coming, so he was spared the collision."Uh, whoops. Sorry, guys," Marshall chuckled nervously on top of Rocky. "I shouldn't create blind spots, should I?"
"I wouldn't," Buzz slightly chuckled. They were taken upstairs. "Space Ranger duty gear!" Buzz ordered, and he became enclosed in his white, purple, and green space suit as the members of the Paw Patrol were attired in their official gear too. The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and all the occupants entered the Screen Room. The pups were surprised to see Sheriff Woody standing there, waiting for them with Ryder. Slinky was standing next to the cowboy's boots.
"Ready for action, Ryder, Sir!" Chase declared, all business.
"Thanks for hurrying, pups." Ryder said solemnly. "We have a major emergency. There's been a landslide off the slope of the mountain into the meadow. A lot of boulders fell and Deputy Jessie is trapped in the rubble!" The pups all gasped, but Buzz...Buzz's heart skipped two beats, and he nearly fell over. He looked helplessly to Woody for contradiction of what the boy had just said, but the cowboy returned his gaze with a very sad, serious facial expression and nodded.
"That's horrible!" Skye cried out.
"Oh, we have to save her!" Rubble yelped.
"So that's why she took so long," Zuma remarked.
"What are you talking about, Zuma?" Ryder asked.
"Yeah, what do you mean?" Woody echoed.
"I was helping her herd Farmer Yumi's runaway cows," Zuma answered. "We'd rounded them up, and then she told me to bring them home while she went to get the last one. I did as she said, but didn't see her after that. I waited and waited for her to come back, but she never did."
"We have to move fast, Paw Patrol!" Ryder exclaimed.
"That's right!" Woody declared firmly. "We need to get her out as soon as possible."
"She could be seriously hurt," Marshall stated, his EMT mode taking over.
"Yes, she could be." Woody agreed. "We need all the help we can get."
"Rubble," Ryder started giving orders as the Bulldog stepped forward, "we'll need your rake to shove away and lift up the rocks."
"Let's dig it," Rubble responded.
"Rocky? We'll need your recycling truck to haul away the rocks that Rubble gathers."
"Green means go," Rocky answered.
"Chase, we'll need your megaphone to try and make contact with Deputy Jessie."
"Yes," Woody spoke up. "If she's conscious, if she can hear us, it might help her not feel so scared to know that help is nearby. And, we'll need your spotlight to search through the shadows underneath the rocks once the larger ones are removed. Maybe we'll be able to spot her and find out exactly where she is." Buzz was stock still, his stomach filled with dread, yet he was encouraged by Woody's calm and reassuring manner in which he handled the situation.
"Chase is on the case, Ryder and Sheriff, Sirs." Chase grinned.
"Marshall?" Ryder added.
"Ruff! Ruff!" The Dalmatian barked eagerly.
"We'll need your emergency vehicle in case Jessie has been injured and needs medical attention." Ryder said.
"I'm on it." Marshall said.
"And we may need your oxygen tank too." Woody added. "The air could be thin under those rocks, and if we're able to reach her, Jessie might need fresher, extra air to breathe."
"Whatever you say, Sheriff Woody." Marshall smiled.
"Another thing, fellas," Slinky spoke in a serious tone, stepping forward. "Jessie's really scared of the dark, and she has severe claustrophobia too." Woody and Buzz glanced at each other with their jaws dropped. In the midst of all this disaster, they hadn't even thought of Jessie's greatest fears. They both looked sad.
"Craw...claw...stre...what?" Rocky stammered. "This phobia thing, what is that exactly?"
"It means fear of being in closed spaces." Chase answered.
"Yeah," Marshall added. "If a person with claustrophobia is in a narrow, closed in space, they start to feel so crowded in that they feel like the walls are closing in on them, cutting off their air supply. It causes them to hyperventilate."
"What's that?" Rubble asked.
"They have a hard time breathing, and feel like they can't because their lungs feel smaller." Slinky said.
"It's called a panic attack," Woody stated sadly, feeling horrible for his helpless younger sister, knowing what she would have to go through if she woke up, trapped in the darkness under the rocks. Buzz was growing impatient. He felt that they were wasting time giving out needless explanations when they...when he should be at the desolation area, digging Jessie out of there before she could begin to get overcome with fear, at this very minute!
"Ohh. Poor Jessie," Skye said sadly, hanging her head. "She must be so frightened. Oh, I hope she's okay!"
"Come on, Paw Patrol! We've got to get her out, now!" Rubble blurted out.
"The pup's right!" Buzz declared firmly. "We've wasted enough time already."
"The rest of you, stay on hand in case we need extra help." Ryder said.
"Okay, gang. Let's go!" Woody commanded and darted for the exit pole, and slid down it, with Slinky, Buzz, and Ryder at his heels.
"Woof, woof, woof!" Rubble barked as he took he place on the exit slide.
"Ruff, ruff, ruff!" Rocky echoed, coming after him. Then Chase and Marshall followed in pursuit.
"Marshall!" Woody called when they were all outside.
"Ruff, ruff?" Marshall responded as he came to the cowboy's feet.
"Mitsy hurt her hand. Could you fix it up, really fast please?" Woody asked.
"I'm on it." Marshall smiled, and walked to the sheriff's daughter who was standing next to Bullseye beside the puppy's firetruck. "Over here." Marshall said and Mitsy showed him her hand after she came closer. "Let me see. Does it hurt much?" He asked as he examined the cut.
"Not too much. Just hurry up, Marshall. Please!" Mitsy said impatiently. "We don't really have time for this! We should be out there now! Jessie needs us, now!" The fire pup just looked at her.
"Just stay calm, Mitsy." He smiled. "I'll clean and patch this up real quick, then we'll be on our way."
"Oh, please hurry." Mitsy bit her lip. She hated to think of her dear, sweet, fun aunt buried underneath that huge pile of rocks, lonely, frightened, maybe really hurt, maybe even…oh, they had to hurry!
"Rubble, Rocky, and Chase, you three head on to the damage sight and get busy removing those rocks." Ryder ordered. "We'll meet you there."
"Ruff!" The three dogs answered in unison and each jumped into their vehicles and headed on their mission to rescue the confined cowgirl.
"I can't just stand here and wait any longer, Woody." Buzz said. "I'm going now! I'm not gonna leave Jessie trapped under there any longer than we can help!"
"Go ahead, Buzz. I'll be right behind ya, partner." Woody said. Buzz pressed the round, red fly button on the chest of his spacesuit and his wings popped out of his jet pack.
"To infinity and beyond!" He shouted, rising to the sky. And with that, he picked up speed and soared straight ahead, keeping his eyes focused on the mountain south of Farmer Yumi's, the mountain that had turned cold, the mountain that had caved in the woman he cared for deeply, and possibly hurt her. "I'm coming, Jessie!" He shouted out loud. "I am NOT going to lose you! We belong together!" His eyes narrowed in determination and steel focus while his eyebrows furrowed in anger as he felt the wind push against his protection helmet and sailed closer to the damage sight, closer to Jessie, and closer to freeing her.
"There you go." Marshall smiled.
"Thanks, Marshall." Mitsy smiled back. Her scrape now had a large Band-Aid covering it.
"Okay now, let's go!" Woody shouted. "Slinky, you ride with Marshall."
"Right." Slinky nodded then climbed up behind the fire pup in his truck.
"I'm going too, right, Dad?" Mitsy asked before mounting Bullseye.
"Sorry, honey. I think not." Woody protested.
"But, Dad..." Mitsy said sadly.
"Mitsy," Woody sighed, "you already hurt yourself and I don't want anything worse to happen to you. I also don't want you to get your hand dirty and develop into an infection."
"But I want to help. Please, Dad! I'll be careful, but I can't go home and just sit around waiting. Please. I'll be careful, I will. I will!" Woody's shoulders sagged.
"Woody, you said we need all the help we can get." Slinky said. "And you're both wasting precious time standing here, arguing! Jessie's life may be depending on us right now, and that means that every moment we lose could..." Bullseye nodded and snorted in agreement.
"You're right, Slink." Woody cut him off. "Okay. Let's go, everybody. But I don't want you to attempt to undertake anything that becomes too strenuous for you. Do you understand?" He told Mitsy firmly.
"Yes, sir." Mitsy said quickly and climbed up Bullseye's back.
"All right then. Let's ride, partner!" Woody exclaimed as he hopped onto Ryder's ATV and sat close behind the head of the Paw Patrol gang. Ryder pushed on the gas, and he with the cowboy, Mitsy atop her dad and aunt's horse, and Slinky with Marshall all drove and rode off together to save Jessie.
Woody and Buzz were so intently focused on their urgent task at hand that they didn't know that more help was on the way.
I'm hoping to try and include more Toy Story characters. I'm still trying to figure out everything. Next chapter is supposed to include more shots of the other characters like Bo Peep, the Potato Heads, and others.
