disclaimer: I still don't own toy story
I'm glad so many of you feel this story is in the spirit of Toy Story. That was the goal. I do picture this fanfic as a movie. Maybe even a video game. That'd be cool, to run around as Andy, but he has no special toy powers.
Anyways, in the previous chapter Andy mentioned "Turning the Tables"?
Surprise Attack
Alissa lay on the livingroom floor, on her stomach, kicking her back legs happily as she watched her favorite movie. A piece of red licorice dangled from her mouth. She grinned and laughed at the dinosaurs on screen, however there were moments when they did get separated. Alissa couldn't help feeling a great saddness at those scenes, reminded of her own separation. But all in all, she still enjoyed it. Just as the movie was heading for a commercial, she glanced toward her room. She may just have time to squeeze in a quick play.
"Okay," said Andy. "Everybody clear on what we gotta do?" His toys, as well as Alissa's were gathered around him, running through the plan one more time.
"I don't know," said Barbie. "What if this makes her not want to play with us anymore?"
Andy would have thought that would be their dream come true. But slowly, he was starting to realize it was something toys wanted. They wanted playtime with their owner, and if they did, it should be safe and fun for them. "She will. And she'll be more gentle."
"But if she doesn't, can we go home with you?" asked the large dark brown bear.
Andy paused and glanced at his own toys. He couldn't possibly bring them all along. And besides that, he was fifteen years old. If they weren't going to get playtime here, how could they expect to get it at his house? But then again, he knew their secret.
"Look, I'm flattered you'd want to come with me, but we're kind of on a dangerous mission right now," Andy explained. "But as long as everything runs smoothly, you don't have to wory about that, alright."
"Somebody's coming!" cried the clown. "I think it's her!"
"But the movie can't be over yet!" cried the robot.
"To your places everyone, hurry!" cried Woody.
Alissa had quickly made her way down the hall and opened the door, giving the toys barely enough time to get away. "Okay everybody, this is going to be quick, but soooo gooood!" she announced as she entered the room. "Huh?"
But she stopped as the first thing she noticed was that her toys weren't where she left them. In fact, she didn't see any of her toys anywhere. She quickly searched the room; moving aside pillows, raising up the covers of her bed, looking behind books. Then she stopped. It was silly. She was acting as if her toys got up and hid somewhere. Just then, she heard a noise, like someone tripping. She turned to her desk and knocked a lamp out her her way. She gasped at the sight that stood before her. A boy, a young boy picking himself up after tripping stared up at her. Alissa stared back, neither one of them able to break the gaze. Andy took a few steps back, but his eyes never left her's. He was reminded of his own reaction to Woody when he found out he was alive. And like Woody, he tried to think up something to say. Of course part of the plan involved acknowledging Alissa, but now that it was happening, he was momentarily afraid of her. Wonder if this is why toys keep quiet around humans, Andy thought.
"Ah, hi Alissa."
Alissa gasped. "You know my name? What are you? A fairy?"
"I ah," Andy started, then he realized what she had called him. "A fairy! Do I look like Tinkerbell?"
"But you're so small, and you talk. You can't be a toy."
"No no, I am not a toy. I'm just a regular person like you, only smaller."
Alissa grinned. "Then we can have some fun." She stretched out her hand for him. Her hand, which was huge compared to Andy's shrunken body. Andy jumped out of the way.
"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on a minute! I'm not here to play. I'm here to tell you something."
"Oh, what?"
"Well, it's not just me," Andy told her, then he looked around the room and frowned. "I said! It's not just me!"
Alissa turned and gasped as her toys slowly started to appear, walking on their own. They were surrounding her, blocking her exit out the door. Still in their hiding places, Woody, Buzz and the rest of Andy's toys watched from behind the bed.
"Andy's doing great," said Buzz. "This might actually work."
"Don't get ahead of yourself Mr. Spaceman," said Woody. "It was lucky when I did it to Sid." But a small part of him had to admit Andy was pretty clever in a dire situation. Afterall this had been his idea, that was mostly brought on by Woody telling him he'd come to life in front of a kid once. They watched as Alissa backed up against the desk. She seemed to be trembling at the fact that she was trapped in a scene not unlike Night of the Living Dead.
"What...what's going on?"
"Don't worry Alissa, they aren't going to hurt you," said Andy as he came closer to her on the desk. "We just have something to say. These toys of yours told me how poorly you play with them. Knocking them into one another, roughing them up. It's too violent which made me think you were nothing but a brat. Then they told me about your brother."
Alissa's eyes shot over too him. "My brother! What does my brother have to do with this?"
"Everything. We think that's why you play the way you do. They understand how you must be feeling, but you can't take it out on them."
"I...I...then what should I do?"
"You should talk to your mom," said Andy. He was pleased that he was able to get through to her so quickly.
"I tried."
"Have you really? Whether you did or not you should try again. Get your feelings out in the open and not let them get bottled up like this. I mean I have a little sibling too and I know how I'd feel if-"
"Alright, your'e right," Alissa interrupted. "I guess I could do that." She turned away from them and over to her closet.
"Oh, oh, well good," Andy complimented. He nodded at the toys and gave them a thumbs up. They had did it. Alissa had agreed to their advice. Now the only problem remained is that she knew their secret. Perhaps they could pass it off as a dream. That this day had been a dream, where she learned a valuable lesson, and the next day everything would be the way it was.
"Or," said Alissa, with her back to the toys as she rumaged through the closet. "I could do this!"
She turned and in her hands was a bat. The toys tensed. Andy turned pale. This was not the reaction she was supposed to have. Clearly he underestimated her level of fear. "Toys aren't supposed to talk!" she cried. "I'll see to that!"
"Everybody run!" cried the dark brown bear. All the toys scattered as Alissa came after them, swinging her bat. Andy watched the scene, horrified. There had been a promise made that this would go smoothly; that no one would get hurt. A couple of her dolls and bears couldn't avoid it as her bat knocked them aside. Barbie made to dive under the bed, but was hit by the bat and slammed into the wall. Many of the toys that witnessed it, cringed. He had to do something.
"Alissa! Stop, please! They're your toys!" Andy cried. "You don't want to hurt your toys! They don't want to hurt you!"
Alissa paused in her rampage and turned to him.
"I'm the one that talks for them and moves them. They're not supposed to be alive...this isn't a horror movie!"
"It's not, Alissa please!"
"And you're not suppose to be so small. Maybe you really are some kind of toy," Alissa decided as she headed his way.
Andy stepped back til he was at the edge of her desk. Now he knew why his toys insisted on not saying anything to humans. They could react like this! Andy covered his face just as Alissa raised her bat. But then she shrieked. Andy peeked and saw a red toy airplane buzzing around her, like a bird pecking away at a mad cat. Alissa dropped the bat and tried to shoo away the plane. But it kept going. Alissa stepped back and tripped over her bat. She fell against her door. She made to climb back up and escape, but something prevented her. Her jump rope was lassoed around her legs and quickly tied into place. Alissa slumped down as her new cowboy doll lead a group of her toys toward her. They were all over her, pinning down her arms.
"I don't think you quite heard what my owner had to say," Woody told her.
"Y-your owner?" she asked, frightened.
Woody nodded toward Andy who was watching with amazment at the fast acting toys. But still, the plan hadn't gone smoothly. In the end, the toys had to take over. He knew he probably shouldn't be surprised. They knew more about these kinds of things than he did. They knew how to deal with the limits of being small and when it would not be a good idea to talk to people. Talking to Alissa, so far, seemed to not be a good idea. But maybe there was still hope for her. A firetruck, blaring its alarms, rolled up to the desk and a small fireman, that looked like one of those armless preschoold toys, hopped out and hit the side. A long ladder stretched up to meet Andy. He nodded to the fireman and stepped out on. It retracted and brought him down on the truck.
"Let's go!" Andy ordered. The fireman hopped into position and caused the truck to zoom over to Alissa. Andy stepped out and approached her. Alissa wiggled helplessly in fear. He was glad she was too scared to scream for her babysitter.
"Listen Alissa, it's like Woody said."
"He's your toy?" she asked him.
"That's right," Andy answered. Then Rex, Buzz, Hamm, Slinky and Mr. Potato Head walked over to him. "These are all my toys."
"But then-"
"That's right, I'm not a toy. I'm a kid just like you." He paused. He still wanted her to learn a lesson here. The first try didn't go so well, so maybe he had a chance at another. "And just like you, I used to...treat my toys the same way." He didn't turn around to look, but he knew his toys were giving him odd looks.
"What?" whispered Rex. "I don't remember Andy ever playing with us like that."
"Sshh!" Buzz hushed him.
"And I paid for it. That's why I'm in the shape I'm in; or rather the size. Because of my toys." He looked to them and motioned for them to take part. Woody and Buzz exchanged looks and took the hint. And as if they had suddenly become zombies, they extended their arms and creeped up to her. Alissa's own toys followed, adding moans to their actions. Alissa wiggled even more. "They did this to me because of what I did to them, and I don't want the same thing to happen to you. So if you don't want that, then I suggest you take our advice. Stop treating your toys this way and talk to your mom about your feelings."
"Okay, Okay! I'll do it. I'll talk to mom, just don't shrink me!"
Andy nodded, pleased. He could tell it was the end of her rage. They had scared her into being open and being more gentle.
"Fair enough," said Andy.
Upon realizing this, the toys untied her and stepped off her shaking body. Alissa stood up and stared down at them. She was suddenly overcome with saddness. "We did used to have some good times, before my brother...disappeared."
"And you can still have those good times, if you change the way you play with them."
Alissa nodded.
"Alissa!" Tiffany cried. "What's going on in there? Are you crying or something?"
"No, everything's fine!" Alissa cried. "Now."
"Okay. You're mom's back!"
"My mom?" Alissa gasped. She turned and hurried out of the room, but not before peeking her head back inside. "I'll, try what you said; about talking to mom. I felt I needed to anyways."
"Good for you Alissa," said Barbie. Andy and the rest of her toys nodded. Then she shut the door. Andy turned to all the toys and folded his arms.
"Well, I think that went well."
"Yeah, except for the bat-swinging part," Hamm agreed.
As the toys started to see if everyone else was alright, Barbie approached him.
"I think she really means it. She's going to be her old self again," she told him. Then she reached for her head. "And I think that bat-swinging part actually helped. I think I'm cured. Look Woody, no more head spin, or stuttering speech!" She hurried up to Woody and gazed dreamily in his eyes. Woody started to back away slowly.
"Ah, yeah, that's great," said Woody.
"Now we can be together," Barbie stated as she took his hand.
"Ah, actually he's taken," said Andy. "By a cute little porcelain doll at my house."
"I told you before we are not.." Woody started, but upon the look on Barbie's face, he quickly agreed, for his sake. "Oh, I mean yeah yeah, I'm already taken."
"Aww," Barbie sighed.
"Don't worry about it Barbie," said Andy. "I think a Ken doll is more suited for you anyways."
"Oooh, Ken. Now there's a real man!" she stated dreamily.
"Hey!" Woody said, finding himself suddenly offended.
"Easy there cowboy, we've got more pressing matters to deal with," said Buzz.
"Yeah, like how we're going to get out of this room," said Slinky.
"We can't go the same way we came in," said Mr. Potato Head. "Alissa's mom is here. There's too many people around."
Buzz scanned the room. There were a few things about that may be useful to them. One of them was a small group of balloons tied to the back of the bed, and a kite.
"I guess we'll just have to fly out of here," Buzz announced.
In the livingroom, Alissa's mother had returned to retrieve a folder of papers she had forgotten.
"I can't believe I left these behind," she told Tiffany. "Well, I guess I can believe it. That child's caused me to have a mental breakdown. It's a wonder I don't forget to put on a skirt in the morning. She hasn't been any trouble has she?"
"Not that much Mrs. Anderson," replied Tiffany. "Although I did hear her crying just before you came home."
"Crying?" she asked. And at that moment, Alissa came running into the livingroom. She appeared pale and there seemed to be signs of tears on her cheeks.
"Mommy mommy!" Alissa cried as she practically jumped into her arms.
"Alissa honey, what's the matter? Did something scare you?" her mother asked.
Alissa nodded as she rubbed her eyes. "It did, I had this crazy delusion that my toys came alive."
Tiffany and her mother stared.
"Ah Tiff, can you give us a moment here?" her mother asked.
"Sure," said Tiffany as she left them to their privacy.
Mrs. Anderson carried Alissa to the sofa and sat her on her lap. "When did this happen?"
"Just a few minutes ago."
"Oh, did they try to hurt you?" she asked. She took a second to glance at the clock. She really didn't have time for this. Whatever nightmare Alissa had could wait. But she just seemed so shaken.
"No, but they did tell me I should do something."
"What's that sweetheart?"
"They said...I should talk to you about how I felt about...about my brother disappearing."
Mrs. Anderson paused. She hadn't expected that. She sighed and stared into her daughter's eyes. It had been so difficult to sit down and have a conversation about the matter. She was just so distraught over the whole matter, she didn't know how to talk about it with her.
"We never really did talk about it properly did we?" she asked. Alissa shook her head. "Alright, let's talk."
"But...but what about work?" asked Alissa.
Mrs. Anderson looked at the folder in her hand, then set it to the side. "It can wait."
You know, plot ideas are starting to stem from previous TS movies, however with a couple of changes. Alissa doesn't freak out like Sid, but attacks and learns a lesson in the end. Originally, they were just going to scare her and that's it, but Andy and her toys did want to help her and it would be good of me to tie up a loose end with Alissa's emotions. Still, there's the issue of her brother and many many more crazy things to come.
Keep reading and enjoying and reviewing!
