disclaimer: I still don't own toy story

Well, found time to update. We've met the toys in the last chapter, time to get to know Alissa more...along with her creepy toys.

Questionable New Owner

"Please please please Mr. Spaceman! I'm not the one you want, my brother!" Alissa cried as Woody. She pulled up another smaller cowboy doll whose head laid on his shoulder as if his neck were broken. Alissa had taken her interest in painting the toys to Woody as he now doned a thin green mustache.

"You can't fool me!" Alissa stated as Buzz. "I can see through your disguise. You're that lousy sheriff that stole my aliens!"

"You leave my boyfriend alone!" came her voice as the warpainted Barbie. Alissa mashed her belly button to sound off the voice box. "Let's go shop shop shop shopping!"

"Not now honey. I have to get rid of the spaceman," Alissa/Woody told her.

Surrounding the scene, several of her other toys were about like a crowd about to watch a fight. In front of her was Rex, facing off a rather large monsterous looking red and orange t-rex. If Rex were able to move, he'd be shaking in fear of the thing.

"Take the beach jeep babe," said Alissa/Woody. Alissa made to reach for it, but noticed it wasn't there. "Huh? Where'd I leave that, oh nevermind."

"Ha, your girlfriend's not going anywhere! Sic her gigantasaur!" cried Alissa/Buzz. Alissa threw down her other toys and took the large T-Rex. She screamed in Barbie's voice as she made her t-rex chomp on her body and face.

"Babe! Alright that did it Mr. Spaceman!"

"Alissa!"

"What is it MA!"

"Your babysitter's here!"

"Good to know ma!"

The door to her room opened and her mother entered, looking irritated. "Aren't you even going to say goodbye to me?" Alissa gave her a cold look.

"Mother, I'm kinda in the middle of something important here."

She sighed. "Well then I'll see you later. Be good."

Her mother stepped out of the room and gazed longingly at the door. She felt she had become worse since the loss of her brother. But she didn't have time to talk about it now. She moved away from the door and stepped through the livingroom and onward to the kitchen. "Tiffany, Alissa already ate, so you don't need to worry about anything..."

Her words trailed off for the small group of members hidden just under the couch. A good thirty minutes had passed since Alissa left to her room and Tiffany the babysitter arrived. Andy was quickly becoming agitated. He had no idea how he was going to save Woody, Buzz and Rex without being seen. There was only one exit and so far, Alissa didn't seem willing to exit her room anytime soon. She reminded him of himself. Andy recalled the days he'd spend locked in his room, playing for hours with his toys. Now those days were gone.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I think I have it," said Hamm.

The group looked over at him. Durring their wait, they had all been trying to come up with a way out of the situation without any chaos. For a while it looked like the best thing to do was to wait it out, but now it seemed Hamm had an idea.

"What is it Einstein?" asked Potato Head.

"Our answer is right over there." They turned in the direction he was looking and in the middle of the livingroom floor, was a large bright pink jeep with the word Barbie on the side.

"That's your bright idea?" asked Potato Head. "What is it with you and cars? You did the same thing when we were off rescuing Woody."
"Rescuing Woody?" asked Andy. "When was this?"

"Right after you left for Cowboy camp," said Slinky.

"But.."

"What did you have in mind?" Potato Head said, cutting off Andy. "We cruise around this apartment? There's a babysitter about as if you didn't know."
"I do know, and that's why I suggested it. It's our ticket into Alissa's room without getting caught."

"So, you'll be alright until I get back?" asked Alissa's mother.

"Of course Mrs. Stevens," said Tiffany.

"And you've got my phone number?"

"That's right."

"Okay, then I guess I have no reason to Ouch!"

Mrs. Stevens stumbled as her foot got caught on something unexpected. In the middle of her path was a Barbie jeep with a couple of toys inside. A piggy bank was at the sterring wheel, a potato head as the passenger, and a slinky dog in the backseat. Mrs. Stevens picked it up and observed it.

"What's this doing here? Oh nevermind. Give that to Alissa and tell her not to leave her toys in the middle of the room where people have to walk," she said as she handed the car to Tiffany. "I should be back soon, so try not to let Alissa drive you to insanity." And with that she left. Tiffany eyed the jeep full of toys, then headed off to the girl's room.

The teenager knocked a few times before pushing the door open. Inside, Alissa was crashing Woody and Buzz violently into one another. She kept switching back and forth as their voices, but what she really should have been doing was screaming for them. Her pushing Woody into Buzz's helmet so hard made it look like it might crack any second. And Woody's stitching seemed ready to tear.

"Hey hey hey!" Tiffany cried over the loud noise of crashing.

"What," Alissa asked coldly.

"Your mother doesn't want you leaving these toys in the middle of the room," said Tiffany. She held out the jeep. Alissa dropped her toys and took the jeep. She eyed the toys with mild curiosity.
"These aren't my toys? Where did they come from?"

"Beats me. Look, just take it easy in here alright."

"Hey wait. Is it two o'clock yet?" Alissa asked politely.

"Why?"

"Well, my favorite movie, The Land Before Time, is suppose to come on at that time and I don't want to miss it."
"It's a couple of minutes after two."

"It is?" she cried. She quickly set the jeep down near her bed and made to run out of the room. Once again, she turned to her toys before closing the door. "Ah, we'll finish this as soon as the movie's over. Ooooh you're gonna get it Mr. Spaceman!" And as before she slammed the door.

Woody and Buzz quickly jumped up and rubbed their heads and chest. Clearly the constant pounding of their play fight had gotten to them.

"You, ah, alright Woody?" asked Buzz.

Woody stumbled around with a dazed look that he quickly shook off. "Yeah..yeah I think I'm alright. How about you Rex?"

Rex quickly jumped up from his side and backed away from the larger t-rex who was growling and advancing on him. "This is definately not the kind of confrontation I wanted to have."

"Hey!" Woody yelled as he jumped in front of him. "You stay away from our buddy!"

"Tha..tha..tha..tha...that's right," said Barbie. "We're a family now. And anything my boyfriend says, goes." Her never ending wide smile and bright staring eyes frightened Woody into silence.

"O-kay," said Buzz. "But you might want to ask our friends."

Woody snapped out of his momentary stare to take notice that the rest of Andy's toys had arrived, in style.

"Guys! How did you, where did you..." Woody started.

"You didn't think we'd let you get kidnapped again did you?" asked Hamm as he and the others stepped out of the jeep.

"That's great, but where's Andy?"

"Right here," he answered as he popped up from the floor in the backseat. Hamm's idea of being carried to Alissa's room in a jeep had worked. It was a toy full of toys. The only problem was Andy. Luckily, the jeep was big and wide enough for him to hide down on the floor. Slinky stretched his body over him for cover. It was just lucky for them the people didn't look too closely at everything in Barbie's ride.

"You're not hurt or anything?" asked Woody as he actually went to the trouble of checking him over.

"No of course..are you sure you're Woody?"

"What? Of course I'm Woody?"

"Well then, you might want to shave," said Andy with a grin. Woody rolled his eyes down to his nose and remembered the green mustache Alissa painted there. He quickly wiped it off on his sleeve.

"You know, you didn't have to do that; come for us," Woody told him. "You should have left it to Hamm and the others. You could have been caught."

Andy stared at him intently, then looked at Buzz and Rex. "I couldn't just leave you here with her. You're my toys." At that Woody felt a warmness rising in the pit of his little stuffed body. Andy acknowledged them as his. They were no one else's, because they belonged to Andy. It was like it had given new meaning to the hope he had of reuniting with Andy, after all those years of lost playtime. He knew it should happen anyway since Andy knew their secret, but still, just hearing those words made Woody feel it was possible. That Andy would come back and play with them again.

"Now let's see if we can try this reuniting thing again and not get separated anymore," Andy continued.
"I'm with you," said Buzz. But then he paused, as did the others. The room was strangely quiet even though it was filled with Alissa's toys. They were still there, however, they were frozen, in fear. And the source of their fear seemed to be Andy. He turned to them, confused. They gawked at him as if he were some kind of monster.

"Hey? What's wrong?"

His simple question caused them to cringe. "He spoke," said a small rubber insect in a panic. "He actually spoke to us! What do we do? What do we do?"

"Just relax," said a larger inscet toy. "And stay still, maybe he won't see us."

Both insects froze like toys, except their faces were frozen in fright. Andy gaped. Were these guys kidding?

"Hey guys guys guys, it's okay," said Woody as he came forward. "This is my owner. He knows all about us, so there's no need to-"

"You're fra, fraternizing with a hu hu human?" questioned Barbie. Her eerie smile had finally vanished and was replaced by a dark frown.

"Well ah-"

"And of all humans, your own owner?" she whispered in disbelief.

"Well ah-" Woody started as he scratched the back of his neck. But Barbie had had enough.

"That's it!" she said angrily. "We're threw threw threw threw threw!" Which each repeat of her voice, her head started spinning, only faster this time due to her anger. As before, she stopped it with her hands.

"That's not it at all, you see.." Woody began, as he tried to explain to her and the other toys. Behind him, Andy stared, unsure if he should find this frightening of funny. For the most part he was a little awestruck.

"Ah, what's with Linda Blair?" he asked Rex.

"Who?"

"The barbie doll?" he growled.

"Oh, she's one of Alissa's toys. They say we can't leave because we belong to her now."

"That's ridiculous. You guys belong to me." He stepped forward next to Woody who seemed to be having the hardest time trying to tell them what happened. "Look guys, it's real simple. No no no, you don't have to be afraid. Come on, I won't hurt ya." Andy waited as some of the toys had considered hurrying away from him. But they seemed to be curious enough to want to understand why a human was talking to his toys and perhaps why he was so small. "Look, don't really got a lot of time to share everything, but in a quick explaination, something strange happened to me. As you can see, I shouldn't be this size, but I am, and my toys are helping me to change that."

They looked at one another uncertainly. "So if you don't mind, we'll be on our way, and you are welcome to forget this ever happened. O-kay?" They paused.

"I'm not so sure we can do that," said Barbie, still keeping the smile off her face. She seemed pretty teed-off. "Your toys have broken a rule."

"Only to help me."

"My boyfriend has broken a rule!" Now everyone seemed to be glancing between her and Woody, who looked equally shocked. "And now, we can never be together." Barbie turned away and proceeded to cry in her hands. Andy backed away, now feeling he should be frightened. He stepped back all the way to Woody.

"Ah, Woody? In the time you got taken and we managed to come in here, you hooked up with this-"
"We are not hooked-up!" Woody declared. "It's a game Alissa made-up. Look, we're leaving and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Come on guys."

Woody turned his back on the matter just as Barbie was finished sobbing. "You're not going anywhere," she whispered dangerously. Upon that remark, a few of Alissa's toys blocked the door.

"But, what about our owner?" said Buzz. "Alissa can't find him here."

"He can go home, without you," said Barbie.

"We can't let him do that in the state he's in," cried Woody. "He's our owner!"

"What about our owner Woody! What about Alissa?" she screamed.

"What about her?" Woody asked angrily. "Did you see the way she played with us? She's like a female version of Sid."

"Who's Sid?" asked a rather large dark brown teddy bear in a deep voice.

"Ah, long story," said Woody. "What I'm trying to say is I, well we don't want to be stuck with someone who plays that rough."
"Alissa didn't always used to play so rough," said another bear. "She used to be more gentle."

"She only got that way because of her little brother," ansered a robot in a too-too.

"Huh? What brother?" asked Andy.

"She had a little brother," Barbie explained. "Named Cole. She was gentle because of him, because she liked to look after him so much. Then six months ago, he, he went missing."

"No one knows how," said a clown. "He was just gone."

"It tore Alissa apart, and since her mother couldn't talk to her about it, Alissa started taking it out on us. First it was really bad, now it's become who she is. She shrugs it off as having fun, but she's not. She's hiding her feelings."

There was silence. No one knew what to say. Buzz, Rex and Woody exchanged looks of guilt. Andy bit his lip and looked down. From what he was getting, Alissa was a brat, what he sometimes saw his little sister as. But he could not, for a million years, imagine what it would be like to lose his little sibling that way. To have no idea what happened to her.

"Didn't his toys, see anything?" asked Andy.

"No," said Barbie. "And even if they did, they couldn't tell anyone. It was left up to the matter of the police, but they never found anything."

They paused and fell into silence once more. From the look of the toys, who had signs of being mangled and tossed around, it seemed they were willing to take a beating for their owner's frustrations.

"That's why you have to stay, the more toys the better," said the super hero toy.

"Better for who?" asked Buzz.

"We have to do this," said Barbie. "Everyone has to participate, for Alissa's sake. To help her."

"Well," said Andy after a pause. "In my opinion, getting tossed around and violently played with isn't helping anybody, especially you. I think the best way to help her is to get her feelings out in the open."

"And how do you propose we do that, boyfriend stealer?"

Andy glared, but continued. "We turn the tables on her."

Aww. Alissa really did start out as a female version of Sid, but since I was going all out with this story, I decided to include her in what was happening. Her brother's gone missing too. Uh-oh. It gives her an excuse to behave the way she does and why her toys (particularly Barbie) masks their torment with a smile. All they want is to please her, but as Andy pointed it, all it does is further the injury.

Can they find some way to help her? And what did Andy mean by turning the tables?

Keep reading and you'll find out soon. Keep me posted with reviews! I adore reviews!