This is set about a year after the original Toy Story came out (as far as I know).
Ages-
Mello: 7
Near: 5
Matt: 6
Linda: 5

"Are they alright?" Linda asked Matt, worried.

"Ya know, I'm not sure," he replied, staring at them.

Near was laying on the floor, watching his action figures intently. Mello was sitting a few feet away, staring the turned-off T.V. in aw. Near had been like that for about three hours while Mello had been for one hour.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Well, some of the younger kids were watching Toy Story when Near came in. He ended up watching it and then...doing...that. After that the kids started watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Mello came in the room and saw it, so... I guess the movies fascinated them?" he tried to explain, since he had been in the room all day playing his games.

"Oh, I get it," Linda said. "Near thinks his toys are secrectly alive and Mello wants to go a chocolate factory." She frowned. "That's weird, especially for them."

Matt shrugged. "Maybe if Near becomes the next L Mello can open his own chocolate factory."

"NO!" Mello screamed, twisting half-way around to lok at them. "I'll be the next L!"

The two jumped in surprise.

"I wonder if I can convince Rodger to let me install security cameras. Or would they purposely not move because they knew they were being watched...?" Near muttered to himself.

"Shut up, Near! The older kids and Linda are trying to have a conversation," Mello said.

"How do you know I'm not older than him?" she asked, slightly offended.

Mello ignored her.

"When is your birthday? You've been here a while now but I've never seen anyone celebrating it," Matt told her. She sweatdropped. Was he that oblivious?

"I know it was only a movie but what if it were true? If toys had human intellegence... If so and they would talk to us, we would solve quite a few children-related crimes quicker..." Near went on anyway.

"Shut up before I throw you out the window," Mello threatened him. "Now if there was a chocolate factory where EVERYTHING was chocolate..." he trailed off, sighing happily.

"Would you become a canibal if people were made of chocolate?" his friend asked curiously.

"I would have to be made of chocolate too," he said, glaring.

"Would you?" he asked again.

"If I wasn't? Maybe," Mello answered. He shrugged.

Matt smiled devilishly. "What if Near was made of chocolate? He would be dead if you ate him."

"That's disgusting! I would have IT in me! What I would do is leave him out in the hot sun all day so he would melt," replied Mello, glare turning into a disgusted look.

"If my toys could talk they would tell on you," Near said.

"Your toys can't talk, dumbas-"

"Mello!" Linda scolded.

"Chocolate factories aren't entirely edible eighter," the younger boy responded.

"Why you little - ! They could be if someone - "

"That's too unsanitary and ridiculous. It would never happen," Near cut in.

Mello was seething now. "That's it! I'm gonna - !"

He lunged at the smaller boy only to be held back by Matt. He screamed insults and threats as he tried to squirm out of Matt's grip.

"Let's go ask Rodger about your experiment," Linda told Near, eager to get him away from the blonde.

"Okay." He picked up his action figures, leading the way out of the room.

As soon as the two left Matt let Mello go.

"...Moron! Toys aren't real!" he continued to scream.

Matt shook his head. "I think staring at a turned-off television melted your brain. Let's go find something else to do."

"One day it'll happen...Then I'll take it over and eat the entire thing! Mwahahaha!"

"Yup, your brain's fried. Let's go, Wacko." Matt shook his head, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away, still laughing manically.