Andy entered his room, followed closely by Molly.
"What about your video games?" she asked.
"No," replied Andy.
"What about all those dresses and bikinis you've stolen from all of your girlfriends?" Molly asked.
"Forget it, Molly," snapped Andy.
Then Mrs. Davis arrived in his room. "Okay, Andy," she said. "It's time to make decisions."
"Mom, I'm not leaving till Friday," said Andy. "And I'm seventeen. I can make my own decisions."
"Last time you made a decision," said Molly, "we suffered from food poisoning."
"I didn't know that that Burger King was unhygienic and the chefs were – " Andy groaned. "Molly, out of my room!"
"Three days and it's mine," teased Molly as she went out.
"Andy, it's garbage day," Mrs. Davis told Andy. "So get your room sorted out with stuff for college, attic and garbage before the garbage guys arrive, okay?"
Then she walked out of the room.
The hatch of the box slowly and quietly lifted up. The toys had a quick peek into Molly's room.
"Molly, it's time you did a little cleaning yourself," said Mrs. Davis.
"What do you mean?" asked Molly.
"Well, you have more toys that than a spoilt girl has," said Mrs. Davis. "And you don't play with any of them. So you can put some in this box and I'll take them to Sunnyside Daycare."
"What's daycare?" asked Rex.
"Shh!" ordered Woody.
"But I'm saving these toys for an auction so I can make a living," protested Molly.
"Hah!" scoffed Mrs. Davis. "No one will pay a cent for all this, let alone half a million bucks. Now, get a move on."
Molly sighed and started filling the box with some of her old stuff, including an unopened makeup box, a couple of horse books and a Barbie doll with glasses.
"Poor Barbie," said Jessie.
Buzz gasped. "Andy's coming!"
They closed the lid and froze.
Andy opened the lid and picked up Rex and put him in a trash bag. Then he picked up Slinky, Jessie, Bullseye, Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head, the three aliens and emptied the coins from Hamm before putting him in the rest in the bag.
Then Andy picked up Woody and Buzz, his two favourite toys. He first looked at the cowboy doll and then to the space ranger. Then the toys in the bag saw Andy put Woody in his college box and Buzz joining them.
"That's it?" asked Buzz, as Andy tied the bag together. "He couldn't be fair and give us a chance like flipping a coin?"
Outside the bag, Woody started to worry about his friends, too. He climbed out of the college box and ran to the door, as Andy left his room.
In the hallway, Andy pulled down a ladder from the hatch in the ceiling. He picked up the bag the toys were in and he started to climb up to the attic when he saw Molly coming out of her room. She was carrying a heavy box and she looked like she was struggling.
"Need a hand?" asked Andy.
"No, I'm fine," said Molly.
Andy sighed and came down. "Here," he said, as he took the box. After all, they were brother and sister, despite they never really got along.
"So, are you going to miss me?" asked Andy, as he and his sister headed down the stairs.
"Well, maybe after the first few weeks," replied Molly honestly.
"So, you'll be saying 'good riddance' during the first three weeks?" asked Andy.
Woody saw the ladder heading back up to the attic hatch. He saw the bag was still on the floor and so did Andy's mom.
"Andy!" she screamed. "Have you forgotten how to take out the trash?"
She sighed and picked up the bag.
Woody gasped. "Hey, that's not trash, you stupid bitch!" Then he tapped his head as he thought. Then he whistled. "Here, Buster, over here!" he called.
He had to wait a long time for Buster to arrive. After all, Buster was a very old dog and Woody hadn't called him in years.
"All... right... Sheriff... W," he said slowly.
"Quick! To the curb!" ordered Woody, as he got on the dog.
But all Buster did was yawn and fell over, trapping Woody under him.
"Can... we... go... after... I... have... forty... winks?" asked Buster. Then he started snoring.
"Get me off, you useless, furry idiot!" shouted Woody, as he freed himself under the heavy dog. He ran up to Andy's desk and saw out of the window that Mrs. Davis had put the bag on the curb. And, to make matters worse, the garbage truck was getting closer to the house.
Woody quickly picked up some scissors and slid down the drain pipe. He looked at his trousers. "Good," he smiled. "Not a single rip."
Then the beeping from the garbage truck made him focus again. He saw it had reached the house. Woody quickly reached the pole under the post box, checked that the garbage man wasn't looking at him and he cut the bags opened. But all it had was just smelly garbage and disgusting stuff, not a single toy.
Woody looked ahead to see the garbage man pulling the lever down on the back on the truck.
"Buzz! Jessie! Potato Head! Rex! Hamm!" Then he hesitated and took a deep breath. "All right. Slinky!"
Then Woody heard walking and rattling. He turned around to see a recycling box with legs under it moving towards the garage. He ran to it.
Inside the garage, Woody was relieved to see all of his friends alive... and surprised to see them in the truck of Mrs. Davis's car.
"Buzz! Jessie!" he cried.
"Woody!" cried Buzz, who turned around after helping one of the toys into a box that was labelled Sunnyside Daycare.
"How did you escape from the bag?" asked Woody.
Buzz explained that while he and the other toys were in the bag, they were still for one minute and the next they were being dragged down and then they stopped.
"What the hell is going on?" asked Mr. Potato Head.
"Have we been taken to Disneyland and we've been on a rollercoaster?" asked Rex.
"Yes," said Hamm. "And we have just fallen off and broken every bone in our body."
"Toys have bones?" asked Rex.
"Oh, god!" moaned the toys.
"Shh!" ordered Buzz.
The toys heard a beeping noise.
"Damn!" cried Bullseye. "It's the garage truck!"
"We must be on the curb!"cried Jessie.
"Everyone, shut up and calm down!" ordered Buzz. "Try pulling on the bag!"
"What for?" asked Mrs. Potato Head.
"To escape, duh!"
They toys pulled on the trash bag as far and as wide they could, but they were getting nowhere and the sound of the garage truck was getting closer.
"Oh, what's the point?" moaned Mr. Potato Head.
"Point? Point!" This gave Buzz an idea. He turned around and saw Rex's tail.
"What are you perverts looking at my tail for?" snapped Rex.
But all he got for an answer was the toys pushing him through the bag. The plan worked. Rex's tail ripped a hole in the bag and they managed to escape.
"Quick, to the recycling box!" ordered Buzz.
And they ran to the box before the garage man took the bag they were in.
The toys made their way to the garage and took the box off.
"God, this is Emily all over again!" moaned Jessie. "Woody promised me this wouldn't happen with Andy. He did!"
"This doesn't make any sense," pondered Buzz. "I thought Andy was going to put us in the attic."
"Woody was wrong and Sarge was right," said Hamm.
"I told you that cowboy doll's head was full of pull-strings," snapped Mr. Potato Head.
"Guys, this is no time to be hysterical," Buzz told the toys.
"It's the perfect time to be hysterical!" protested Hamm. He started to laugh hysterically. Then he started to cry hysterically. Then he laughed again. Then he cried again. Laugh. Cry. Laugh. Cry. Laugh. Cry. Laugh. Cry.
"Should we be hysterical?" asked Rex.
"No!" said Slinky.
"Yes!" snapped Mr. Potato Head.
"Maybe, but not right now!" yelled Buzz. "Let's just take a deep breath and think of a solution."
"I've found one," pointed out Jessie, looking at the Sunnyside Daycare box in the trunk of Mrs. Davis's car.
"Wait! Wait a minute!" cried Woody. "You're going to Sunnyside Daycare?"
"Well, I don't see why we should stay here," said Slinky.
"Yeah, especially since Andy put us on the curb!" added Mr. Potato Head.
"No, he didn't," said Woody. "It was Andy's mom who put you out on the curb. Andy himself was putting you in the attic and – Look, I'll explain once we get back to Andy's room."
"Andy's moving on, Woody," said Jessie. "So should we." Then she closed the box.
"Ok, out of the box," said Woody. Nobody came out.
"Get out of the box," Woody said again. Still nobody came out.
"I said, get out of the (bleep) box now!" shouted the cowboy doll. Still nobody came out.
Woody charged over to the other end of the box and tried to push it. "Come on, Buzz, help me," he said.
"Wait, Woody," said Buzz. "We need to decide what's best for everyone."
Then the trunk door was slammed down and the car engine started up. Then Woody and Buzz knew that, whether they liked it or not, they were on their way to Sunnyside Daycare.