Underneath the golf hole, Steve is being dragged deeper and deeper through the tunnel very fast, as he screams. The force of the rough transport makes Steve's lips flap, as he sees the Pixar portal up ahead. He ducks his head as he goes through it. As soon as he's in the Pixar world, he falls through the sky and into the town. He fell with a big thud that shook the ground briefly.
Jessie rewound the borrowed lasso, smirking that he got the message from Woody. As Jessie walks away to give it back to Woody, Steve sits up all dizzy, with golf balls with bird wings flying around his head. His vision cleared as he sees Woody standing by a tree.
"Oh, uh, look out for that first step, sir. It's a real lulu." Woody replied.
Steve couldn't believe his eyes. "Sheriff Woody?" he asked, bewildered.
"Eeeh, you were expecting maybe the Lone Ranger?" Woody asked, stepping closer to him.
'You're a movie character. You're not real." Steve stated.
"Not real, huh?" Woody asked. "If I weren't real, could I do this?" For emphasis, Woody grabs Steve by his collar, and delivered a passionate kiss right on the mouth, then he ends the kiss, letting go of Steve, who wipes his mouth in disgust. The Pixar
"Oh, look. Is that Steve?" Charles Muntz asked.
"It's Steve!" Sulley crooned.
"It's Sky High Steve!" Edna Mode marveled.
"Basketball!" Dash Parr whooped, running fast.
"Well, what do you know?" Dot from A Bug's Life said. "It is Steve Bennett!"
"Pardon me, Mr. Bennett. Mind if I have your John Hancock?" Fear asked, holding an autograph pad and a pencil.
Buzz Lightyear, dressed in a doctor's outfit, stepped into the scene. "Back off! Let the doctor take a look!" He pulled a lever, lifting Steve on a chair high in the sky.
'Whoops. A little high." Buzz said.
"No."
"Going down!" Buzz pulled the lever, laughing maniacally. Steve screams as he is quickly lowered, and he roughly lands on the grass. Jessie, Edna, Bing Bong, Mr. Incredible and Frozone hold up score cards, from 9.5 to 11.
"So, what do you save we go for a little spin?" Buzz asked. He spun Steve around, making him a bit dizzy. Buzz checked his watch, then he stopped the spin, then he checks his ear with an otoscope. "Now, let's see what we got inside here."
Woody popped up, and said, "Yoo-hoo!"
Buzz put a thermometer in Steve's mouth. "Say 'ahh'." The thermometer swells up, then explodes, but Steve survived. Buzz stamped an A-OK sign on his head.
"All right. He's OK." Buzz replied with a smile.
Steve doesn't seem convinced. "What's going on here?"
"Why, Steve, I thought you'd never ask." Woody said. Jumping into his lap and putting a hand on his shoulder, he explained, "You see, these little aliens came from the regions of outer space and they want to make us slaves in their theme park. Ah, what do we know or care? They're little, so we challenged them to a basketball game. But then, they show up, and they aren't so little anymore. They're HUGE!" Poking Steve's chest for emphasis, he continued. "We need to find out a way to beat these guys, because they're talking about slavery, which means they're gonna make us do stand up comedy, the same jokes every night for all eternity! Us Pixar characters, we're all gonna be locked up like wild animals, and then trotted out to perform for a bunch of low-brow, bug-eyed, fat-headed, humor challenged aliens! Uh, what I'm trying to say is…." He added with a panicky scream, "WE NEED YOUR HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"
"Yeah, but I'm a baseball player now!" Steve pleaded.
"Right, and I'm but a courageous cowboy." Woody calmly said, showing his badge.
At the golf course, Leonard is looking through the golf hole Steve had disappeared through. He asked, "Steven? Steve? It-It's Leonard. Leonard Blake. Uh, look, I-I-I need you to come out now, because you got a baseball game tomorrow. And I'd look pretty stupid if you don't show up.
Randy and Pete are walking back to their golf cart.
"You think Steve is all right?" Pete asked. 'Boy, I hate to leave him like this."
"Oh, I'm sure he's fine." Randy said. "I think he just needed to get away from that Leonard character."
Pete looked back. "Oh, god. He's pathetic, isn't he?"
Randy said. "Yeah." He shook his head.
"Pete, I'm going to give us both twos back there. We weren't in any kind of emotional state to putt." Randy said.
"I think that's fair."
Pete and Randy load up their golf clubs, then they get in their cart with Randy starting it up. They began to drive off. "Now, if Angus is gone, the NBA is gonna need some new people. There's room at the top. An exciting kind of guy who maybe could even perform at half-time. Now, are you still tight with David Stern, Robert? I mean, a phone call from you…"
