Queen Martian and Pizza Man stood behind a bulky red tool box in the garage of the house. They peeked over and watched as the garage door opened up, and Mrs. Anderson backed her car out, with Bonnie sitting in the back seat. The garage door closed, giving them the last glimpse of their car taking off for the day.
Queen Martian came out from behind the toolbox. "They're gone, the house is empty."
Pizza Man came out, as well. "Are you sure? What about the father?"
Queen Martian walked over to a sheet covering something on the dusty ground of the garage. She yanked it off, revealing a closed pot and lid on top of a miniature camping stove.
"Nonsense, pet." She said, turning the mini stove on. "The father leaves an hour before the wife and little girl. We've got the rest of the day to plan."
Pizza Man watched as Queen Martian pushed a stack of construction manuals up near the pot on the camping stove. She walked up it as though it was a latter, and pushed the lid of the pot off, steam coming out rapidly.
"What exactly is this plan?" Pizza Man asked, crossing his arms. Queen Martian reached for a metal rod nearby as a stirring stick.
"Why, the most excellent, and brilliant thing to come to mind." She gloated.
"Never mind, I already know I don't wanna hear this."
Queen Martian chuckled evilly, as she stirred the grey substance that remained in the pot.
"Perfect, it's still hot and gooey." She said, stirring around the substance. She played with the boiling, melted wax that remained inside. "You know what kind of wax this is, my pet?"
"You know, I'm really starting to get tired of that nickname." Pizza Man said. Queen Martian shot him a look of warning, and he rolled his eyes. "Oh, please tell me what kind of wax..."
"Well, I'm not aware of the name." Queen Martian said, as Pizza Man shook his head. "But according to those boxed candles we found, it's perfect." She smiled, evilly.
"Why? What does it do?"
Queen Martian gave the boiling wax a good stir. "This kind of wax immediately dries as soon as it's exposed to oxygen. That's why we have to keep the lid on when it's not on the...what did you call it? Camping stove."
"And what exactly do you plan on using it for, your majesty?" Pizza Man asked, kind of freaked out.
She scoffed a laugh. "On that evil little kidnapper. And anyone who gets in the way of course."
Pizza Man's eyes widened, as his mouth opened in shock. "You're gonna dump that stuff all over Potato Head? Are you crazy?"
"No, and why shouldn't I?"
"For Pete's sake, can't we just grab the aliens and make a run for it?"
"There is a whole army of toys in there!" Queen Martian yelled, pointing in the direction of the rest of the house. "This wax is all we need. It'll be used as distraction, and a way to pay that loud-mouth spud head a lesson."
She took the rod out of the pot, and pushed the lid all the way back on. The mother alien looked towards Pizza Man. "And I know exactly how we're gonna do it."
Pizza Man eyed Queen Martian, weirdly. "Who messed you up to be like this?"
She jumped down, "hush!" She yelled. "We're going to lure that spud and his gang away from that room, so I can dump the wax on him. While this happens, you're gonna make a break in and swipe the kids."
"What if the aliens follow him?"
"You saw what happened, yesterday!" Queen Martian said. "You really think he'd let them near me? No, they'll be left in the room we're they're safe and sound, and you'll go get them."
"It's a dead end plan, queenie." Pizza Man ridiculed. "I can't get in. The only way in is through the window, which is locked from the inside."
"What do you think I was doing last night while you were melting the wax?" Queen Martian spat. "I went searching for another way in. The people here have a canine door at their front entrance."
"It's called a doggy door..."
"You make your way in, and then it's up to you to find the room and swipe them."
"Okay, let me ask you one more question, your highness." Pizza Man hissed. "How exactly do you plan to 'lure' Potato Head and maybe some of the others away?"
Queen Martian chuckled evilly, while looking at her fellow toy. "That's where our bait comes in."
"Bait?"
"Who's the one other toy that spud seems to love the most?" She spoke, bitterly. "That Mrs. Potato Head."
Pizza Man uncrossed his arms, all of a sudden more shocked. "His...his wife?"
"Once that spud learns we've got his perfect little sweet potato, he'll come running." Queen Martian laughed. "I can already see it. We'll have her practically dangling in my grasp, and the next thing her husband knows, he's covered in hot wax. Covering all over his body, unable to move. Trapped, and hopefully unawakened."
Pizza Man all of a sudden couldn't believe what he was hearing. He thought about the situation he was in and realized exactly how surreal it was. "Kidnap her, and use her? What...what if she-"
"Oh, relax my pet." Queen Martian said. "I'm not going to kill your little love crush."
"I don't have a crush on her..."
"Ha." Queen Martian said. "Just remember why we are here. Don't let a pretty face like her's distract you from anything."
Pizza Man didn't feel annoyed, anymore. He suddenly felt nervous. "You're...we're not going to hurt her, right?"
"Only a bit." Queen Martian said, turning up the heat on the camping stove. "Just enough to kidnap her when she's alone."
Pizza Man crossed his white, muscular arms again. "When exactly is this plan activated?"
"Not quite yet." Queen Martian said. "Give them time to be suspenseful for our arrival. They won't even notice when we swipe Mrs. Potato Head. Which is our first step of the plan."
Mrs. Potato Head watched as Totoro tended to her children across the room. Though she was worried for her boys' safety, having them distracted and feeling safe helped her relax. And knowing Totoro, they were safe with him, as long as they remained in the room.
"You're not mad at your husband, are you?" Trixie asked Mrs. Potato Head, as her and Dolly approached. Mrs. Potato Head turned to look at the two girls.
"Oh, no." She assured them. "No, no. I'm not mad at all. Yesterday just brought...a lot out of me."
Dolly tilted her head. "But, you're feeling alright?"
"I'm still worried." Mrs. Potato Head said, undoubtedly. "But, I'm less pained than yesterday. I know we'll figure this out."
Dolly then peered over Mrs. Potato Head's shoulder, and gave a playful smile. "I think you have an audience."
Mrs. Potato Head turned around to see what the rag doll was talking about, and saw Mr. Potato Head across the room with Hamm and Slinky. Her husband murmured a few things to the two others, while still watching his wife with these concerned eyes.
"I don't think he's trying to be flirty, Dolly..." Mrs. Potato Head said. "But, thanks for letting me know."
Mrs. Potato Head began to make her way over to her husband. She watched as Hamm nudged Mr. Potato Head, prompting him to go to her as well. He did so, and the married couple met in the middle.
"The kids are okay, if that's why you were murmuring." Mrs. Potato Head said to her husband.
The male spud scratched the back of his head. "Actually," Mr. Potato Head said. "I came to check on you."
Mrs. Potato Head already knew this was a conversation she wanted to avoid. She broke her gaze, and played with her ear part.
Mr. Potato Head crossed his arms. "So...are you, okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Mr. Potato Head rolled his eyes. "Honey, I know you better than that. Slapping a toy across the face isn't exactly a norm for you."
Mrs. Potato Head looked up at her husband, suddenly with a stern expression. "It is when she calls me a pretty little housewife."
"I thought you said that didn't bother you."
"Sweetie, grow up." Mrs. Potato Head spat, putting her hands on her hips. "Of course it bothered me. I just didn't want to make this situation about me!"
"But, it is about you!"
"Excuse me?"
Mr. Potato Head sighed. "Well, it certainly involves you more than me. She's trying to take are kids and replace as you as a mother. I wanna protect you, too. There's no dad in this situation."
"What about Pizza Man?"
"Oh please, he's not a dad." Mr. Potato Head ridiculed. "He's a henchman. You can tell he hates all of this. Well, except for when he gets the chance to stare at you."
Though they were both conflicted, Mrs. Potato Head all of a sudden saw a slight change in emotion in her husband at the mention of Pizza Man.
Mrs. Potato Head gave him a playful smirk. "Well, well. Aren't you a little jealous?"
"Pffft." Mr. Potato Head said, though he clearly was. "Of what? His goofy looks at you? Or his bulging white muscles? HA!"
Mrs. Potato Head arched an eyebrow, as Mr. Potato Head scratched the back of his head, again. His wife shook her head and put her hands on his shoulders. In response, he put his arms around her waist.
"We've been married for a decade." Mrs. Potato Head reminded. "I think it's safe to say you've got the girl."
Mr. Potato Head smiled, but tried to stay focus on subject. "This...housewife comment, though." He continued. "You know you're not one, right?"
Mrs. Potato Head sighed in her husband's arms. "I logically know I'm not. It's just hard to shake the feeling when certain things of the past remind me of it?"
"Like?"
Mrs. Potato Head's eyes told her husband she didn't want to clarify. But, his absolute unawareness as to how she could possibly be a housewife made her feel happy. It showed that that's not how he thought of her, at all. And that's all she needed.
"Well, Woody's kidnap?" Mrs. Potato Head used an example. "When the toy collector took him, years ago?"
"Yeah?"
Mrs. Potato Head pursed her lips in frustration. "I could've helped. I could've come with the rescue team."
"Well," Mr. Potato Head quickly looked around to make sure Woody wasn't nearby. He spoke in a low voice. "Bo Peep stayed in the room too, remember?"
"She was made of porcelain." Mrs. Potato Head also spoke in a low voice, knowing of the cowboy's heartache and didn't want him to hear if he was nearby. "But, we're both made of the same plastic. I'm just as capable as you are."
"I know, I know you are." Mr. Potato Head tried to assure, carefully. "That was also not too long after we got married, so I think I was just blinded with an even stronger need of protecting you, than I do now. Also, the room needed you while we were gone."
"I suppose." Mrs. Potato Head said. "I mean, look at what we've been through. Sunnyside, Andy growing up, being given to Bonnie, me raising the boys by myself for the first few years-"
Mrs. Potato Head shut her mouth at the last point. She saw her husband listen willingly at every point, until she reminded him how she raised the LGMs for the first few years by herself. He bit his lip, and broke eye contact for a brief second.
"Darling, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"No, you're right." Mr. Potato Head assured. "I mean, you did. You've worked harder as a parent than I have, and probably ever could."
Mrs. Potato Head opened her mouth to say something, but her husband pulled her closer and stopped her. "And that my dear, is why you aren't housewife. You're a mom, and there's a big difference."
Mrs. Potato Head nodded. Her husband was right. Who was she, listening to Queen Martian? That alien didn't know what she was talking about. Her husband knows her better than anybody. And despite his dismissal of most toys, he was never as such on his wife.
Mrs. Potato Head relaxed in her husband's embrace. "You've come such a long way with the boys. I'm so proud of you."
Mr. Potato Head smiled warmly, and gently raised his wife's hand to his lips. His kissed her hand lovingly, Mrs. Potato Head giggling at his affection. For a brief second, she forgot about the situation they were in, and just enjoyed her romantic time with her husband.
The spud stopped kissing his wife's hand, and looked at her with a sparkle in his eyes. His wife was so beautiful, and he just felt like the luckiest potato in the world.
"I'm not going to let them take the boys way." Mr. Potato Head promised.
"Neither am I." Mrs. Potato Head said, leaning in for a kiss. They smooched like the love doves they were, Mrs. Potato Head getting butterflies from the way her husband kissed her and held her close against him.
As they continued to kiss, Mrs. Potato Head hooked her finger onto her husband's moustache to remove it. She popped it off, and they deepened the kiss.
"Come on, guys. There's tykes around here." Buzz said. The Potato Heads pulled away, and looked at the approaching space ranger, and Jessie. Mr. Potato Head rolled his eyes.
"Can't a spud kiss his wife around here?" Mr. Potato Head said, putting his moustache back on.
"Maybe a peck, y'all are like wild critters." Jessie said, reffering to their kissing. If it was possible, Mrs. Potato Head would've blushed.
"Where's your cowboy?" Mr. Potato Head asked, bitterly.
Jessie and Buzz both exchanged a look. "With Slinky." Buzz said. "But, we were gonna ask if you could go see him."
"Why?"
"So you can apologize for what you said last night." Jessie said, crossing her arms.
Mrs. Potato Head looked back at her husband. "You haven't apologized, yet?"
"Why should I? He was just as offensive to me, as I was." Mr. Potato Head said.
"Okay, but you should make the first move." Jessie said. "You did start it."
Mr. Potato Head groaned, but looked at his wife who was pleading for him to do so. The sunlight that peered into the room gave her a shine on her lips. If he could, he'd kiss his wife forever. He shook his head when he was staring too long.
"Okay. I'll go." Mr. Potato Head said. Jessie and Buzz began to lead Mr. Potato Head to where Woody was, but Mrs. Potato Head quickly pulled her husband aside. She gave a quick kiss on his cheek, and he smiled goofily.
"I'll see you later." Mrs. Potato Head said, before letting him go. He followed the cowgirl and space ranger, and Mrs. Potato Head watched her husband off, adoringly. She did, until she heard a squeak behind her.
Mrs. Potato Head turned to find one of her aliens, Squirt, standing there.
"Squirt? Are you alright, dear?" Mrs. Potato Head asked her son. Squirt looked at his mother with big eyes, before quickly rubbing his hand over them and bouncing away. He bounced towards the bedroom door, and Mrs. Potato Head felt herself sink.
"No, Squirt don't leave the room! It's dangerous!" Mrs. Potato Head called in fright, chasing after her son. Brainy and Champ watched as their mother chased after their brother, but didn't follow. They were gonna follow the rules, until that Queen Martian was gone for sure.
Mrs. Potato Head kept her son in eye shot, not wanting to lose him in the house. They may have been outside, but letting her kids out of the room right now is too risky.
"Squirt, honey, stop!" Mrs. Potato Head yelled, catching up to her son. "Right, now!"
Squirt stopped, and so did Mrs. Potato Head. She noticed that her son's posture was a little heavier, and his antenna was drooping a bit. The little alien turned around and looked at his mother with big, glossy eyes.
Mrs. Potato Head looked at Squirt, sincerely. "What's wrong, dear?"
Squirt rubbed one of his eyes. "Brothers are blaming me."
"For what?"
"A disgrace for tell the truth. For hurting you." Squirt said in a small voice. Mrs. Potato Head felt as though she would cry.
"Oh, my little darling." She said, "I'm not hurt. Mommy's very happy you told daddy the truth, okay? Come here." She motioned. Squirt hopped over to his mother's arms, relaxing in her warm hug.
Across the way, the rubber of the doggy door shifted. Two toys attempting to get in.
"Hm." Queen Martian said, as she hopped through the doggy door. She carried a metal rod. "What a terrible mode of entrance."
"It's meant for dogs." Pizza Man said, also climbing through. He carried a pile of shoe laces and an old rag. "Not for snooty queens who think they can get what they want."
Queen Martian shot a look towards the pizza toy. "How dare you-"
"SH!" Pizza Man said, pulling her behind one of the chairs in the kitchen. They both peered down the narrow hallway from the front entrance and the kitchen, seeing two familiar figures. Mrs. Potato Head hugged one of her aliens tightly.
"Perfect." Queen Martian smirked. "This is already going to plan."
"She's with one of the kids, you don't think he'll go gathering all the toys once we pop out and grab-"
"Look!" Queen Martian shut him up, pointing. Mrs. Potato Head prompted for her son to go back to the room, as she watched him hop off.
"Now's our chance." The mother alien said, readying her rod. "It's now, or never."
"Wait, no." Pizza Man said. "This is a bad idea, we can't do this to her."
Queen Martian gritted her rubber teeth at her henchman. "Stop trying to protect her, you fool! She's married, and it's not like she'd choose you, anyway."
Pizza Man felt something leave him, and all of a sudden felt really small. He looked to the ground, and then at the shoelaces and rag he held.
"Okay, fine..." Pizza Man said.
"Let's move." Queen Martian said, already bolting for Mrs. Potato Head. Pizza Man quickly followed behind. The closer they got, Queen Martian gingerly tip toed up to Mrs. Potato Head, before whacking her shoulder with the metal rod.
"AH!" Mrs. Potato Head clutched her shoulder in pain, while falling to the ground. She turned around while sitting, looking up at Queen Martian in horror. Before the female spud could cry for help, her mouth was covered with what seemed to be a dirty rag.
The next thing she knew, her hands were tied behind her back. While Queen Martian stood in front of her, Mrs. Potato Head looked up at Pizza Man who stood behind her back, staring at him with a terrified expression. He refused to look back, and continued to tighten the shoelaces on her wrists.
"A little welcome would've been nice." Queen Martian said, eyeing Mrs. Potato Head. The spud began to shake. "Now, don't look so afraid, dear. We're not going to kill you"
Queen Martian gave another swing at Mrs. Potato Head, knocking her to lay on her side. Her left ear went flying off, across the floor. She let out a muffled whimper through the rag that was tied and covering her mouth. Pizza Man began to tie her feet with shoelaces.
"It's simple, we need you." Queen Martian continued. "You're the shinning star of our plan. The bait. To get your husband away while we swipe the boys."
Mrs. Potato Head still remained lying down, but shook her head. No, please. Her eyes begged. She winced in pain from the impact of the two previous hits. Queen Martian kneeled on the floor, to get a better look at the female spud. Her eyes were glossy, filled with fear and sadness.
"What's the matter?" Queen Martian evilly teased. "Is mommy going to cry?"
Mrs. Potato Head shut her eyes, fighting so hard to not be afraid. But, she couldn't help it.
"Look at her, will you, pet?" Queen Martian said to Pizza Man. He still refused to look. "She's pathetic. Why would you like her the way you do?"
Pizza Man's eyes widened, finally having a reason to look. Mrs. Potato Head looked at him, too. Though she was destroyed with fear, shock and realization still peeked through her eyes at the reveal of his attraction.
"Bring her back to the garage." Queen Martian ordered. Pizza Man walked over, with his gaze on the floor. He picked up Mrs. Potato Head, who had tried screaming bloody murder, but came out as a light screech through the muffling of the rag. She wiggled in Pizza Man's arms, put he was too strong and she was tied up greatly. Queen Martian followed behind, chuckling evilly. They left through the doggy door.
The hallway of the house was silent, unmoving. As though nothing had took place, nothing had happened. It was motionless, until the faint squeaking of something else came back.
Squirt had returned, after going all the way back to Bonnie's room to realize his mother hadn't followed behind at all. He expected to find her, but the hallway was empty. There was no one there, as though she disappeared into thin air.
"Mommy?" Squirt's small voice echoed. Though a response was not likely, he hoped there would be one. Something unsettling bubbled inside the green alien. It was something familiar. Squirt took a sniff of the air around him. He took another sniff when he recognized something. It was nostalgia.
The three eyes of the alien widened in horror, while he noticed that the doggy door across the way was swinging as though someone had just left out of it. Within seconds, Squirt was hastily hopping down the hallway back to Bonnie's room.
"Daddyyy, help!" Squirt yelled as he hopped down the hallway.
"And..." Mr. Potato Head finished to Woody. "I promise never to do it, again."
Woody whipped his head back up, from almost falling sleep for what seemed like the longest apology in history. He adjusted his hat as though he was listening the whole time. He stood on the bed with Mr. Potato Head, along with Jessie, Buzz, and Slinky.
"Wow, um." Woody said. "Didn't know you had that long of an apology in you."
Mr. Potato Head rolled his eyes. "Yeah, don't get too comfortable, cowboy."
Woody stood up. "Well, uh, I'm sorry too. I never should've brought up what you've done in the past. You've clearly changed since then."
"Eh, I was messed up back then." Mr. Potato Head waved a dismissing hand. "It's nothing."
Woody nodded, and smiled. "Glad we could agree."
Slinky wagged his tail. "Now, what're y'all gonna do about this Pizza Planet problem-"
"DADDY!" Three alien voices spoke from bellow. The five toys on top of the bed looked down at the LGMs, and the rest of the toys who were already alerted by the three kids. The five of them hopped down from the bed.
"Boys, what's wrong?" Mr. Potato Head asked.
"They took her!" Brainy yelled.
"To the mystic portal!" Squirt said, back.
"Our brother informed us!" Champ exclaimed.
Woody shook his head. "Took who?"
"Mommyyy!" The LGMs all yelled. Mr. Potato Head felt his soul practically drop, a buzzing sound all of a sudden clogging his hearing. He stared at his boys, with an unmoving expression.
"Potato Head?" Slinky asked, when he didn't react in anger like most would expect. The spud snapped out of it.
"What do you mean...they took her?" Mr. Potato Head asked, trying not to stutter.
"Curses on them." Champ mumbled about the Pizza Planet toys.
"Our brother was with mommy." Brainy said, pointing to Squirt.
Squirt looked up at his dad with big eyes. "I returned, and noticed mommy hadn't come."
"Where did this happen, lil' critters?" Jessie asked, trying to take control of the situation since Mr. Potato Head wouldn't. The spud was in too much shock.
The toys all began to pile out of the room, the LGMs leading the way. They ran back down the hall at rapid speed, arriving within seconds. Buzz exchanged a look of worry with Woody, who didn't know what to say either.
They stopped at where Squirt was with Mrs. Potato Head.
"She was here." Squirt said.
"Are you sure she was taken? She might've went off somewhere." Woody asked. Mr. Potato Head still stood in frozen shock.
Squirt began to sniff the air, with his brothers all of a sudden doing the same thing. The toys exchanged some confused looks.
"What are they doing?" Buttercup asked.
"Using their alien senses." Buzz said. "They must still be in tune with the mother alien."
The LGMs stopped sniffing the air, their antennas all of a sudden flicking.
"Curses!" Champ yelled, again.
"They were here, previously." Brainy suggested, Squirt nodded in agreement.
"Ah! She was kidnapped!" Rex yelled, frantically.
"Abducted!" Trixie yelled, also panicked.
"Guys, this is no time to be hysterical!" Buzz said.
"It's the perfect time to be hysterical!" Hamm said. Mr. Potato Head still stayed frozen, while all the toys fought and worried. He took a step forward, before jerking his foot back when he stepped on something.
The spud looked down, and saw his wife's ear part on the floor. Small, pink, and with it's yellow pearl earring. With a shaky hand, he reached down and picked it up. The toys stopped fighting, taking notice to what he had found.
"Is that her ear?" Dolly asked. Mr. Potato Head didn't respond, and closed a fist around his wife's ear in his hand. While many expected him to have an outburst at any moment, the look on his face said it all. The spud was conflicted, and wildly terrified.
"We're gonna get her back." Woody assured a still-in-shock Mr. Potato Head. He twiddled with his wife's ear part.
"I should've seen this coming." Mr. Potato Head finally spoke.
"See what coming...?" Rex asked, nervously. Mr. Potato Head turned to look at the dinosaur, a look of anger replacing his conflicted expression. They all shuttered. There was the Mr. Potato Head they knew.
"What do you think, geekosaur?!" Mr. Potato Head yelled. "We refused to give them our kids, and now that queen freak has taken her as punishment!"
"Stop calling me geekosaur!" Rex yelled, nervously but a little aggravated.
"Or what, Godzilla!?"
"Enough!" Woody got in between the two. "Is this really how we want to start this? Potato Head, for all we know, they're torturing her right now!"
"Wow, that makes me feel comforted!" Mr. Potato Head sarcastically said. "What kind of leader are you!?"
"Stop it, both of you!" Buzz yelled over the bickering toys. "Potato Head, remember what your wife said last night? Stop pointing fingers, because it gets us no where!"
Mr. Potato Head would've kept fighting, but the sudden reminder of what Mrs. Potato Head said last night about always pointing fingers in every situation struck him hard. She was the only toy that could actually get across to him. But, she wasn't here. He had to listen to his wife through Buzz.
"All I'm saying." Woody said, calmly. "Is we can't afford to fight while our friend is in danger."
"Uh, guys?" Hamm said. The toys turned towards the rest of the kitchen, to notice Hamm had perked himself up near the window close to the front door. The piggy bank turned to look at the rest of them.
"What day is it, today?" Hamm asked.
"Uh," Buttercup thought for a moment. "Thursday."
Dolly arched an eyebrow. "Wait, doesn't Bonnie and her mom come home early on Thursdays?"
"Wednesdays and Thursdays." Pricklepants corrected.
"Yeah, because their car just pulled in." Hamm said looking out the window. The toys all gasped.
"Everyone! Back to the room!" Woody ordered. All of Bonnie's toys began to flee. Hamm came down from the window sill, running with the rest of the toys to the room. Buzz and Woody lagged behind, making sure everyone went.
Mr. Potato Head remained there.
"Potato Head!" Woody said. "Let's go!"
"What about her?" Mr. Potato Head asked, holding up his wife's ear as reference.
"It'll have to wait, Bonnie's coming." Buzz said.
"No! I can't go through playtime knowing she's there with those freaks!"
The keys of the front door began to jiggle. Woody and Buzz ran over to Mr. Potato Head.
"Potato Head, we're real sorry about this." Woody said. The cowboy and space ranger lifted the spud up by both his arms, and bolted back to Bonnie's room.
"Put me down, you idiots!" Mr. Potato Head struggled in their grip as they ran. He felt panicked. "You don't understand! She needs me!"
As soon as they ran into the threshold of Bonnie's room, they dropped Mr. Potato Head in his original place. Buzz and Woody ran to their spots and went limp. Everyone remained lifeless, except Mr. Potato Head.
He opened is closed fist, to look at his wife's ear.
"Potato Head." Dolly whispered, lying in her position. "We'll get her, but you know we can't right now..."
Mr. Potato Head hesitantly put Mrs. Potato Head's ear part in his back compartment. He looked over to his left, where Mrs. Potato Head's last frozen position was this morning as Bonnie had left them. He blinked a couple of times, hoping she would appear there.
But, this nightmare was real.
Mr. Potato Head only went lifeless when Bonnie entered. The little girl threw her bag to the ground.
"Hi, toys!" The little girl squealed. She immediately picked up Woody and Buzz, indulging into playtime.
"Woody!" Bonnie voiced through Buzz.
"Yeah, Buzz?" The little girl responded through her sheriff doll.
"The mayor's t-rex has escaped! If we don't hurry now, it...it..." Bonnie then dropped Woody and picked up Rex.
"Rawr!" Bonnie shook Rex in a terrifying-like manner. She pointed Buzz's lightbulb laser up, and 'shot' at Rex. "The dinosaur's too strong, Woody! We need to get help from the smartest spuds in town. The underground detectives, Mr. and Mrs-"
Bonnie turned to retrieve both Potato Heads, but stopped. Every single toy tensed up in their lifeless mode, watching as Bonnie stared at only one Potato Head. Though Mr. Potato Head was frozen like everyone else, he wanted so desperately run away and find his wife.
Bonnie's two arms slumped, still holding Rex and Buzz. She turned towards her bedroom door. "Mom?" She called down the hallway. Mrs. Anderson passed by her bedroom with a laundry basket.
"What is it, sweetie?" Mrs. Anderson asked. Bonnie put Rex and Buzz down.
"Where's my Mrs. Potato Head?" Bonnie asked. Mr. Potato Head's eyes flickered just a bit.
"Where'd you leave her?" Her mother said, leaning against the doorway. Bonnie turned and picked up Mr. Potato Head.
"Right next to Mr. Potato Head!" She said, holding him up high. Everyone was lifeless, but Mr. Potato Head could still feel the stares on his frozen self. They all knew this was killing him.
"I don't know, Bonnie." Mrs. Anderson said. "I'm sure you'll find her later, okay? Why don't you play with the rest of your toys, for now?"
Mrs. Anderson left with her laundry basket, while Bonnie turned to look at all her toys. They all knew what the little girl was thinking. Bonnie's way of coping with a situation, was turning it into a playtime scenario. But, their friend was kidnapped, and that certainly wasn't a playtime they would enjoy.
"It'll have to wait, Buzz." Bonnie voiced through Woody, as she picked him up. "We've got an important case, Mrs. Potato Head is missing!"
The toys all saddened. There goes a playtime that doesn't remind them of the situation they're dealing with. But, it's not like they could change it, anyway. As Bonnie continued to voice in her playtime, she still held Woody and Mr. Potato Head.
It was no question that that playtime was the worst of Mr. Potato Head's life. The only comfort he could really find, would be his wife's ear part jiggling inside his back compartment.
Oh honey, what are they doing to you?
To be continued...
