Guess what? More long paragraphs in this chapter! Yay!
It was very dark outside as the barbie car drove through the rain. The car was large enough to fit the prisoners and everyone in the gang except the giant plush mouse who followed from behind. The rain pelted down from above, and to a toy, it was like an earsplitting flood.
"Where do you think we're goin'?" Jessie asked Buzz, for she had long given up trying to ask the prospector.
"I don't know, I don't know." Buzz said.
"Well wherever he's taking us," Woody began. "It's not going to be good, especially with all of this rain." Buzz looked up at the cowboy, and smiled.
"I have to admit I'm jealous, Woody." Buzz said. "You get to stay dry in that box of yours."
"Believe me Buzz, if you were in this, you'd want to get out." Woody replied. The prospector had rushed all of the toys out in a hurry, and was too busy to bother to get Woody out of the glass box.
"You guys be quiet!" The prospector shouted. He was guarding the toys, and making sure that they wouldn't try to escape. As soon as the prospector spoke, the toys remained quiet, afraid of what would happen to them if they didn't. They sat for a few minutes in silence, the only sound being the loud rain pounding the asphalt below them. Suddenly, the barbie car came to a stop with a sudden lurch, nearly causing them to fall out. "Alright! We're here everyone! Follow me!" He snapped his fingers, and immediately the toys from the gang reached in and grabbed the prisoners.
"Prospector!" Jessie shouted, trying one last time to get some answers. "Where are we?"
"You'll find out soon enough." He replied. She sighed in frustration, for this is the same answer that she had gotten ten times before.
"Jessie! Be quiet for a moment!" Buzz said. He had heard a sound in the distance, and when Jessie became quiet, it became louder. It sounded like rumbling... the rumbling of a river.
"Don't tell me..." Woody began, his eyes wide with fear.
"That's right!" The prospector exclaimed. "Welcome to Tri-County river." The toys gasped as the sounds of the giant, churning water ahead of them became louder and louder.
"Prospector! What do you plan to do to us?" Jessie screamed, but the prospector payed no attention, his eyes filled with excitement. He and the gang kept walking. They walked down the sidewalk and up to the bridge that hung high over the river. Finally they climbed up on to the ledge, and put the prisoners down so they were facing the horrific fall to the currents below.
"W-what... what are you going to do...?" Woody asked, nervous by the drop that lay in front of him.
"Well, cowboy. It seems I was wrong." The prospector began. "I find that torture isn't as satisfying as I thought it would be. What I really want is for you all to be gone, for forever." The prospector smiled, and began to push on the glass box, until it was tilting over the edge.
"Wait!" Woody screamed. Summoning all his strength, he threw himself against the wall of the wall of the box. Luckily, his plan worked, and it sent himself farther back on the ledge. "Prospector... I understand why you hate Buzz and me, but why are you going this far? Think about it, was it really our fault that all the things that happened to you did? We wanted to give you someone to play with. Sure, we were well aware that it wouldn't be the best you preferred, but we never intended this to happen to you! Please, just stop this! You know there's a better way to deal with things than this!"
"Shut up!" The prospector shouted, his voice full of anger. He ran up to the box and pushed again, but Woody threw himself against the wall again in just the nick of time.
"Wheezy..." Woody began, staring at the depressed penguin. "I know you don't trust me, but I want you to listen, please... What happened to you was horrible. I didn't want you to be thrown away, none of us did! Especially Andy. He wanted you, and you know it. Remember how he took you off the table at the yard sale, even though his mom wanted to sell you? If he hadn't wanted you, why would he have done that? He wanted you, and he didn't mean to lose you! Like I said before, he searched for you for months! He would've kept searching until he decided that he had lost you... and he wasn't sure where. I know you're upset that no one tried to find you, and believe me, Wheezy, I regret it everyday. I know what you've been through, Buzz and Jessie do too! We've been to a dump, and we know the horrors of what happens there... I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that people care about you!" Wheezy looked up at the cowboy, his dull eyes filling with light as a smile filled his face for the first time in years.
"Woody... I-" Wheezy began.
"ENOUGH!" The prospector raved. He swung the pickaxe down on the glass, creating a small hole. "Have fun in the depths, sheriff!" He pushed the box with all his might, and this time it happened too quickly for Woody to stop it. Woody screamed, as he plummeted to the water below.
"NO!" Buzz shouted.
"WOODY!" Jessie screamed. She turned and glared at the prospector. "You're horrible! How could you do this?"
"Oh, don't worry." The prospector jeered, smiling at Jessie. "You'll join him next. That thing you're tied to is a magnet, it should help you sink down." He lifted his pickaxe, ready to knock the cowgirl off the ledge. He was about to swing it down, when it was pulled from his hand. He turned, his eyes wide with anger and shock.
"Don't do this." Wheezy said. He clutched the stolen pickaxe in his one flipper, glaring at the prospector. "Woody was right... and not just about me. Prospector, he didn't mean for this to happen to you, and neither did Jessie or Buzz. They're not like that! They're kind, loving, trustworthy... everything a friend should be. You said Woody was a backstabber, but that wasn't true, was it?" He stopped for a moment to cough, and when he was done, he turned to the gang of broken toys. "Why are you doing this... why are any of us doing this? What do we possibly have against these toys? They never did a thing to us, and we all just decided to blindly follow the prospector, even though it was wrong! He lied to me, and he lied to you too! He said that you could never be loved again. But that's not true. Just because you're missing an arm, or you're covered in dust or have a broken squeaker doesn't mean that a kid will never love you! And... I wish I had figured that out sooner." Wheezy stopped suddenly and began to have a coughing fit. Seeing the opportunity, the prospector grabbed his pickaxe and pinned Wheezy to the ground.
"Shut up, you stupid, worthless penguin!" The prospector screamed."So what if I lied? I don't care. I never cared about you, or any of you stupid toys! You're all just little, useless pawns in my plan! You're all disposable! Everyone of you, and none of you are going to get in my way!" With that he picked Wheezy up, and threw him off the bridge. He stomped over to Jessie, and loomed over her like a giant, threatening shadow. "So long, Jessie!" He knocked her off the bridge and smiled.
"Buzz!" She screamed as she fell.
"Jessie!" He shouted after her. But it was useless. There was nothing he could do now. Woody and Wheezy were gone, and Jessie, Jessie... she was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing at all. I'm useless! He thought. I couldn't do a thing, a single thing for her! I promised her... I promised her... why does everything turn out wrong? He closed his eyes sadly and slumped his head, awaiting his own fall.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The prospector shouted. Buzz opened his eyes and turned, curious as to what was going on. All of the broken toys had ganged up on the prospector, and the giant plush mouse was holding him above his head. "Put me down, now!"
"You got it." Lizzie, the one-armed doll said with a smile. She winked at the giant mouse, who threw the prospector over the ledge, and down into the churning water below.
"What..." Buzz began, awestruck at what had just happened. "What just...?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Lizzie asked, as she walked over to Buzz and began to pull the tape off of him. "Wheezy was right. And the prospector just proved it. I'm really sorry about all of this... We should've known better."
"It's fine." Buzz said as the last of the tape was removed. "Thanks, but I gotta go right now! I need to save my friends!" He walked up to the edge of the ledge, and stared down at the rushing waters below him.
"What are you doing? Get down from there!" Lizzie shouted, grabbing his arm. "We can just get the Barbie car and drive you down there!"
"That's not quick enough!" Buzz shouted. He pressed the red button on his chest, and his wings sprung out. "Don't worry, I've done this before."
Author's Note: I want to say that I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I just really wanted to get one last one up before school starts! Anyways, I want to thank everyone for the reviews, faves, and alerts! They make me happy inside! :D Well, I had this part in my mind since the very beginning, so it didn't take long to write. But be ready, the next chapter after this shall be looooong. (I think.) School starts tomorrow, so that means I won't be able to update as frequently, but I will try. By the way, there's a toy story 1 reference... not that anyone cares! I'm sorry if this chapter seems... kinda rushed. I hope it doesn't feel that way... but just in case. Also, just so you know, it is raining the entire time in this chapter. That will be important later. But I'm not gonna tell you why~ :) HA HA HA! ...school's gonna start. I has sadness... :'( Whelp, until next time... ~Alicethepurplefrog