Bo!

I could hear his twangy voice pulse through my head. I could feel the cold ground underneath me and I began to groan in pain.

"Woody...?"

Oh, thank goodness you're alright!

I sat up slowly, reaching for my shepherd's rod and when I felt its glassy touch I pulled it towards me, helping myself up.

I felt not whole though, and looked to the ground, seeing my right porcelain arm laying there.

"Woody?!" I yelled, as I picked it up and ruffled through my pocket in my pants, getting some sticky tape and wrapping it around my hanging limb and shoulder.

When it was on tight enough, I placed the tape back and called for my girls.

"Billy! Goat! Gruff!"

"BAA!" I heard them bleat as they came running towards me. They jumped on me all excited, licking me with their porcelain tongues.

"Calm down there, girls!" I said in a little laugh and they only smiled, chuckling back in their eager bleating.

I slowly got a grip on the scene, and looked around, seeing I was under the merry-go-round.

"Bo!"

I could hear his voice more clearly now, and gazed around, spotting Woody hanging by a thread on his arm and shoulder, as he hung from a metal wiring.

"WOODY!" I yelled and ran over to him. I still couldn't recall what had happened to us, but I used my rod to grab hold of the metal stand and leapt a few feet across the railing, reaching him and gasped when I saw the scene more clearly.

"Woody! Your arm!"

"Yeah, I know..." He said despondently and winced when I touched the loose thread around his shoulder, his arm barely attached to it.

I climbed above him and pulled his plastic hand free from the metal gap. Woody didn't have time to reach out to something, as he dropped like a dead weight to the muddy ground.

I gasped, and grabbed my rod, looping it around a wire and swinging down for a safe landing.

When I met Woody again, I reached out to help him, but when I took hold of his hand, his whole arm ripped off.

"Oh my! Woody, I'm so sorry."

"How bad is it?" He asked in barely a whisper.

"Nothing that would beat my arm," I said, half-joking and half concerned.

"Do you know how to stitch?" He asked quietly, and I froze... realizing I didn't. But I knew someone who could.

~x~

"Duke Caboom, at your service!" The small plastic motorcyclist said enthused at the thought of being needed.

"He knows how to stitch?"

"Who do you think made my pants?" I said cheekily and saw Woody frown at that joke.

"All I need is some string and a needle."

"See," I said to Woody, smiling gingerly, "He's already on the case."

"On it!" I heard Giggle Mc Dimples say as she jumped up onto my shoulder, a needle already threaded and she lunged off me, backflipping to Duke's side.

"Just hold still, it will only hurt the more you struggle." my ex said to my current boyfriend, and Woody looked at me concerned, uttering.

"Why would I struggle- AH!" He yelled as Duke pierced the needle into his shoulder, stitching his arm back to the rest of Woody's body.

"So how'd you two get yourselves in such a state?" Giggle asked, hopping off of Duke's shoulder and landing on my girls.

"Er, we were-"

"Yes...?" She asked cheekily.

"-Just"

"Just what?!"

Woody and I would've turned pink at the cheeks if we could, and we both turned our eyes to the ground.

"And then..." Giggle asked.

"And then... we saw him..."

"WHO!"

"..."

Neither of us knew what to say.

Giggle gasped, as she jumped about all excited, yelling, "YOU SAW HIM!"

It was true... we had seen him, and our eyes had been so gobsmacked at the sight... well, we lost concentration, and fell from the balcony of the ride... right into its merry-go-round's metal horses. They had knocked us about so much as we hit the ground... and that's where the story started.

"Andy..." Me and Woody said together and Giggle Mc Dimples gasped again.

"Do you think he saw us?" Woody asked, wincing at the pain from the needle stitching him back together.

"No..." I whispered, shaking my head gently, not wanting to get Woody's hopes up.

"But he could have-"

"Woody..."

My cowboy just closed his eyes, sighing deeply and nodded his head in sad agreement.

"...You're right" He uttered, and Duke bit the end of the thread, giving Woody a clean cut.

Woody slowly began to get back on his lanky legs and gave half a smile to me. But his expression was somewhat unreadable.

He reached his hand over his head, about to pull down his cowboy hat... when.. when he realized, WE realized... it was gone!

"Bo," Woody said worriedly, "Where's my hat?"

"I don't know!" I said, slightly panicked, "It must be around the carnival, somewhere!"

"I-I..." Woody said, his voice breaking, "I can't be without my hat."

"I know, Woody." I said, hiding my own panic, "We'll find it, don't you worry."

He sighed heavily and nodded his head again. I took his hand in mine and grasped my fingers tightly through his.

"C'mon, let's start searching."

He nodded once more, and I whistled for the girls, who rode up to me with the skunk-mobil.

Woody and I both got under it, and my girls began to peddle quickly as we raced it out into the public.

People screamed and jumped back as we rushed by them, till we got to a bush and pushed the disguise off.

"Woody?" I said to my partner and waved my small hand in front of his eyes to get his attention. But he was already focusing on something else, on someone else.

I turned my eyes at the same thing Woody was looking at and held my breath in fright.

There, in the distance was Andy... holding gently a small brown cowboy hat in his hand.

He looked around from where he was standing... and we both heard the college boy whisper to himself in amaze at the find.

"Woody?"

I looked back at the cowboy and saw his eyes hold still on his original owner.

"Woody?" I said in a hushed voice, "We need to go..."

He was still frozen for a second or two more, before snapping out of it, and nodded, replying with a hurting soul.

"Yeah... I guess we do."