Hi. I am on literally no sleep right now. It's 1:54 AM here in California AND I CAN'T GET ANY SLEEP! *Ahem* Anyways, I apologize if this chapter isn't very good. If I decide I don't like it, I'm gonna take it down and revise it. I'm basically just writing chapters and spreading info until I write the climax (which is always exciting for writers to write. Why can't it come around fast enough for me!) Yeah...if you're confused with what I just said don't worry, I don't know what I just said either. Or typed. I don't own Toy Story.

Jessie watched Buzz Lightyear carrying a notepad under his arm, walking over to the middle of the room. Dolly popped out of a purple, medium-sized bag stuffed in a corner of the room, waving measuring tape to the astronaut.

I wonder what's going on…? she thought as Dolly walked over to Buzz. She watched them nod and smile, heading over to the bed. He lifted up Bonnie's bed skirt and they entered under the bed. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and it gave her a little shake.

"Sweetheart?" Misses shrilled, "What's the matter? Didn't you hear me?" Quickly shaking her head from her trance, the cowgirl looked over to the plastic potato.

"I-I'm sorry, I kind of got distracted. What were you saying?"

"I asked you if you ever heard about our first Christmas date. Mr. Potatohead and I."

"Oh," Jessie said, glancing over to the bed and back to Misses, "…And what did I say?"

"You said nothing, sweetie. You were looking over there," Misses explained, pointing to the general direction of the bed.

"Right," Jessie remembered, bringing her knees up to her chin, her default position she arranged herself in whenever something was on her mind. "Go ahead and tell me. I'm listening."

"Well, it all started when Andy opened me. He took me upstairs to take me out of my packaged box. And there he was. My husband. He didn't have his mustache then…" Yet again Jessie's mind trailed off. Why does it seem like they are hiding something? she asked herself, referring to Buzz and Dolly. Misses' voice wasn't completely tuned out from Jessie hearing, so she smiled and nodded for her to continue her story whenever Misses paused to wait for her response. After her story stopped, Jessie hugged her knees even tighter.

"That's a very sweet story. I liked it," Jessie lied, not wanting to hurt the elder's feelings. "If you excuse me, I have to go, uh, over there."

"OK, darling," she dismissed with a wink.

After climbing down the desk drawers, Jessie headed over to the lavender bed skirt surrounding the edge of Bonnie's full-sized bed.

"Thank you for doing this, Dolly," whispered Buzz, wrapping up the measuring tape for her, "You don't know how much this means to me."

"No problem, space boy," she responded, writing down his measurements on the notepad, "Could you hand me the tape?." He walked over and gave her the measuring tape when she held out her hand. "Thanks. Now if you'll excuse me I'll start sewing the-"

"Hey, what's going on her partners? Tryin' to play hide-n-seek?" asked Jessie in a booming voice, walking through the bed skirt. Buzz, startled by her arrival, jumped on top of the notepad in effort of hiding the notes Dolly wrote. Jessie gave an amused giggle and walked over to him. They were eye-to-eye.

"Howdy, partner," she greeted, crossing her arms.

"H-howdy, Jessie," he replied, adjusting his feet to cover Dolly's markings from having Jessie figuring out his surprise blazer.

"Whacha tryin' to hide there, buddy," she quizzed. Buzz gave her a faux look of confusion.

"W-what are you talking about?" he asked, holding his hands behind his back anxiously.

"It seems as if you're standing on something," she indicated, pointing down to the notepad under his feet.

"Oh, gee, it seems like I am standing under something," he agreed, pretending to be surprised when he looked at his own feet.

"Why are you standin' on it? You wouldn't be tryin' to hide something' from me, would ya?" she teased, giving him an analyzing expression.

"Hide something? From you? Ha! Don't be absurd!"

"They why are you standin' on it?" Trying to think of a way to cover himself, he paused to think.

"I'm standing on it because…." He looked at her and realized he was the same height as her, "I want to get a good look that gorgeous face." Jessie's sly smirk turned into an embarrassed smile. She knew he was lying to her, but she had to admit his lies were charming.

"Really? You think my face is gorgeous?" she asked, dropping her chin a little. Buzz played with his hands.

"Uh, yeah. Yes. Yes I do! In fact, now I have a good view of your stunning eyes."

Tilting her head to the side, she decided to play coy with him. "Stunning eyes, huh?"

"Absolutely," he announced, straightening his posture. "They have a beautiful emerald of shade. Or, uh emerald shade of beautiful. Or, uh…" he slouched his body and gave her a sheepish smile, "You have green eyes. And they're pretty."

"Awww, thanks Buzz," she said, playing with the edge of her hat shyly with her right hand. Kneeling down on the hard wood floor, Buzz pressed the notepad against his chest when he picked it up and called out to the toy-sized seamstress.

"Dolly, I'm going to put this is the s-" he announced, cutting himself off. Preventing himself from saying the words 'sewing bag', he corrected himself by saying: "Well, you know where." Jessie looked from him to Dolly.

"Dolly," she called out with a mischievous smile, "Where is he putting it?" He held his breath and shot Dolly a cautious look.

"He's putting it in the sew-…I mean in the desk." Buzz gave a sigh of relief and started to walk over to the bed skirt.

"C'mon, Dolly. Tell me!" Jessie requested, holding her hands together and interlocking her fingers.

"Listen Jessie," Dolly articulated, putting up her hand, "I know we have became close over the past week and I hope develop our friendship more. But I have to respect other toys when they say they want to keep their secret safe with me and I'm not going to… oh, good he's gone." Jessie looked around and saw it was only her and Dolly under the bed. "I guess it's safe to tell you but don't say anything to Buzz. He wants it to be a surprise."

"Well gravy sauce, Dolly, spit it out! What's he surprisin' me with?"

"He asked me to make him a suit for tonight. I was taking his measurements." The cowgirl's eyes lit up.

"He's getting all dressed up? For me?" Dolly nodded her head to confirm her previous statement. Straightening her posture in glee, Jessie tried to imagine him in a suit. Then, her body slumped, "But I'll be under-dressed compared to him. I'll look like a slob!"

"Well," began Dolly, "If you want, I can make you a nice blouse."

"What? Why?" she slightly objected. Realizing her tone she cleared her throat and began again and tried to clarify her statement. "I-I mean, I'd love it; I'm sure of it. But isn't that too much work for you?"

"Not at all. Just have Trixie help you out with the computer for searching a doll blouse sewing pattern." A smile grew on Jessie's face and she swooped down to hug Dolly.

"Oh, Dolly, you're the best! You're the best! You're the BEST!" she screamed, twirling Dolly around.

"No problem," she responded with a laugh, "Hey, Jessie, can we stop spinning around? Some of us can't control our eyes!" Putting down Dolly (who now had a headache from her sporadic craft google-eyes), Jessie squatted down and muttered an apology, still beaming with excitement.

"I'll head over to the computer right now!" Although she was never one for dressing up or even caring about how she looks, she has seen before how delighted Dolly was while sewing and wanted to make her new friend happy. Plus, who doesn't like playing dress-up?

Again, sorry it was bad. It's just a little useless chapter. But don't think I don't care about my supporters and I just release crud and have them suffer through it. It's just...well... ARGH! It's complicated. Anyways, reviews or constructive criticisms are welcomed. Heck, even flames are welcomed, why not spice up the review section? MWAHAHAHAHAHA Sorry. Hopefully third time's a charm. *crosses fingers* I was going to put up the forth chapter but it's a hot mess right now haha. Good night! Or good morning depending on where you live. I'm going to go to sleep now *tapes eyelids shut*

This is what I get for eating too many donuts earlier...