7:
Jessie found Bo in Molly's room, petting her sheep. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," she said. "He just caught me off guard." She sighed. "It's just been a very strange day, hasn't it?" Jessie nodded. "How do you take all this physical punishment?"
"Punishment?" Jessie repeated in bewilderment. "What do you mean?"
"The catapult, Buzz, Andy…"
Jessie smiled. "That's not punishment! That's just good ol' fashioned fun!"
"Fun? You call being shot out of a catapult fun?"
She nodded vigorously. "Yeah! I like to roughhouse, remember?"
Bo couldn't help but smile affectionately at her friend. "I guess it's a good thing too."
Woody had pulled the Mousetrap game out under the bed from where he'd hidden it before playtime. Buzz sat with him as he continued to put it together. "H…H…Where's Part H? Ah, here it is."
"So what do you think is wrong with the girls?"
"I dunno, but…Oh fit, you stupid piece of…They're both being weird, that much we know."
Buzz took the piece from Woody and fit it into the next component. "You're not very mechanically inclined, are you Sherriff?"
"I'd like to see you do better." Buzz shrugged and picked up Part K. Woody continued to talk as he sat back. "I've been wracking my brains trying to figure just what's going on, but no dice. It's almost like they've switched minds or something…"
"You mean like a Freaky Friday switch? C'mon Woody, that only happens in cartoons. Cartoons, movies, stories where the writer has run out of ideas…"
"Exactly. I guess we could just try talking to them again. That is if we ever get this stupid game…"
"Done," said Buzz, dusting off his hands. The whole game was set up…and even looked better than it did on the box. "Talking sounds like a good idea," he said, taking no note of Woody's stunned expression as the Cowboy stared at the board.
"Hey great job, Buzz!" said Hamm as he and the others came to look at Buzz's work.
"Looks good. Much better than Woody's ever done!" Potato Head snarked as he took a seat.
"Hey! I did some work on this too!" the Sherriff protested. The other toys ignored him.
"I call the green mouse!"
"Who's got the dice?"
Buzz just smiled sympathetically at his frustrated friend, who growled and stalked to the bedroom door.
Buzz dutifully followed Woody to Molly's room. Before going inside Woody whispered, "Let me do the talking. I've got an idea." The Ranger nodded.
The two girls were already by the door, apparently having a conversation between themselves when the men approached. "Say Bo," said Woody, unknowingly addressing Jessie. "I was wondering if you could give me some advice."
Jessie slid a glance at Bo and then looked back. "I'll try."
"Those guys in Andy's room drive me crazy! I spent most of the day trying to put together a board game for them and they don't even thank me!"
"You feel taken for granted," said Bo.
Woody looked a little surprised. "Uh, yeah." He turned back to Jessie. "What should I do?"
She grinned. "You should do this!" She began to mime tugging on a necktie. "'No respect! No respect at all!'"
Woody frowned at her. Bo moved closer and smiled compassionately, touching his arm softly. "I know you feel unappreciated, but when the chips are down, Andy's toys know they can always count on you. They might not show it, but inside they really are grateful for all you do, and I think they know without you around, things would fall apart. Just try to remember that."
Buzz raised his eyebrows. "That's really good advice."
"Yes, yes it is." Woody said slowly. "Okay, what on Earth is going on?"
Jessie stopped mugging. "What?"
"You two! You've both been acting like two mental patients! I swear, if this wasn't real life, I'd think you'd switched brains or something! I want an explanation and I mean now!"
Jessie laughed nervously. "Switch brains! Why that's just plain silly!" she said, once again trying to adopt Bo's accent. "I'm Bo! Don'tcha recognize me, Darlin'?"
"Well, of course I recognize you! It's just that you're…"
Jessie pinched his cheek. "You're cute! Ain't he the cutest little thang! Why I don't think I've seen someone so cute since Luke Duke a-courted me at the Twelve Oaks Barbecue down in…uh, Hee-Haw."
Bo made an exasperated noise and threw her arms in the air. "I give up!"
"Well, I'd love for y'all to stick around and chew the fat…" Jessie said quickly as she grabbed both Woody and Buzz by the arms. "But I gotta go sip sweet tea under a magnolia tree 'til Pa comes home with the hounds!" And with that she shoved them both out of the bedroom exit. "Y'all come back now ya hear!" She slammed the door and breathed a sigh of relief. "That was close."
"Hee-Haw?"
Jessie shrugged. "Think I should've said Green Acres?"
"Wearing a hoop skirt does not make me Scarlett O'Hara!"
"Well duh! You're blonde!"
Bo just sighed. "Will you just cool it with the Southern references?"
Jessie saluted merrily. "Aye-aye, Miss Scarlett!"
