Well, believe it or not, I FINALLY have an update... 7 years later. I had writer's block from writing all of my "Meet the Robinsons" stories, and then I got inspired just by watching the "Toy Story" X "Kingdom Hearts" video on YouTube. For those waiting for an update, thank you so much for being patient. I'm hoping to work on this story more often.

With that said, I have a few notes. In my "Toy Story" X "Meet the Robinsons" stories, Woody's family resides in a town named Elkhorn instead of Dakota. From this point on, this story, or at least the first part of it, will take place in Elkhorn. Secondly, I love watching "Dr. Quinn" and "When Calls the Heart," so I'm going to try to give this story that kind of vibe while staying true to the Toy Story theme. As Justine is the main character in this story, most of the story will revolve around her, but I just might do part of the story in Woody and Bo's points of view as well.

I hope that I did not disappoint you guys with this chapter, so here we go! DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Toy Story," only Justine and Emily.

March 10, 2040

I woke up with excitement and I sprinted out of my bed and into my closet. I picked out the dress I would wear when I spend the day in downtown Elkhorn: a baby blue dress with royal blue roses. I slipped the dress over my body after I tightened my corset just right. I was way too excited to braid my long blonde hair, so I brushed it until it looked perfectly straight. Finally, I slipped on my brown cowgirl boots before heading downstairs.

"Good morning, Justine," my mother Bo said sweetly, her southern accent ringing through the kitchen.

"Good morning, Mother."

"Breakfast is on the table. Help yourself!"

I sat down at the table to find scrambled eggs and ham on my plate as well as a glass of milk.

"Is Daddy in town already?" I asked before taking my first bite.

"Yes, dear. Daddy works from the crack of dawn to the last light. Then Deputy Slink takes over from dusk 'til dawn. Daddy missed you this morning."

"It's Saturday! It's the one day I am not learning anything new and the one day I get to see my friends downtown. And it's also the only day I get to sleep in."

"You mentioned that you wanted to see Emily, right?" Mother asked as she sat down with her food.

"That's right. She's my best friend. I want to see how she's doing."

"Saturdays are the perfect day to catch up with everyone," Mother replied, agreeing with me. "There's a lot more to do in town than there was 20 years ago."

Mother paused, swallowing her eggs.

"You look beautiful today, and you always will be beautiful."

I blushed, then continued drinking my milk.

"Well, I'm finished with breakfast. Can I take Bullseye out for a ride?"

"No."

"What?" I reacted with disbelief. "Mother, I always give Bullseye a thrill! Why can't I?"

"Because you didn't ask me correctly," Mother answered, raising her eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes, and then I tried again.

"May I take Bullseye out for a ride, please?"

"Yes, you may. I'll clean up in here and then I'll get ready."

I grabbed my periwinkle cowgirl hat, grabbed an apple, and dashed out the door and into the barn where I found my trusty steed.

"Howdy, Bullseye," I greeted my brown steed with a warm smile. "Ready to go on your daily ride?"

Bullseye neighed in reply, nuzzling his head into mine.

"The ride is gonna be real pretty today, Bullseye. I hope you're ready to take in the sights."

I got onto the saddle and put a bold smile on my face.

"Giddy-up!" I yelled, pumping my feet into his sides. "Ride like the wind, Bullseye!"

And we were off! We ran out of the barn and into the rolling hills of Oklahoma. We went north first toward Tulsa and then I prompted Bullseye to turn west toward Oklahoma City.

"Yee-haw!" I shouted with joy as we continued to ride.

We eventually approached a body of water: McAlester Lake. Spring was coming, so the lake was surrounded by dead grass from the harsh winter. But the mountains in the background made the scene majestic no matter what season it was. To the east, I saw our small town of Elkhorn standing out with pride. That came with no surprise. I smiled, chuckling at the pride my family literally carried. I was unsure of where our family name came from, but I was proud of my daddy for carrying that so well. If it wasn't for his pride, he sure wouldn't be the best sheriff in town. I hope that I will carry it just as well someday.

I continued to smile at the sights, and then I decided to head back to the ranch. After I gave Bullseye the apple, I saw that my mother had already gotten the wagon ready for us to spend the day in town.

"How was the ride?" Mother asked, wearing a blue bodice with blue pants and a purple cloak.

"It was chilly, but amazing as always," I answered with a grin. "I take it we're ready?"

"Ready as always, cowgirl!"

I got Bullseye settled back in the stable and then climbed into the wagon with my mother. We rode off the ranch and into downtown. It was bustling on this chilly Saturday. I saw my daddy outside, sporting his yellow shirt, blue jeans, white cowhide vest, and brown cowboy hat, waving at everyone who passed by with a smile on his face. I saw Hamm, wearing pink and greeting a customer at the bank. On the other side, I saw Don, wearing blue and putting up his "Happy Hour" sign at the saloon. Next door to the saloon was the café, run by his wife Estelle, wearing white and pink. Across the street and next to the bank was Rex, running the town's only hotel that had an arcade inside. At the end of the road was the mercantile, run by my aunt Jessie, and the hair salon and barber shop, run by Barbie and Ken respectively. The school and church was not far from town, but it provided an opportunity for kids to learn either indoors or outdoors, and the church gave that same opportunity to the people. Dolly is the town's teacher while my daddy is the pastor for an hour a week. When my daddy is busy being a sheriff on a Sunday, my aunt will take over and lead the people in worship the whole service.

"We are here," Mother announced as we parked our wagon in front of the mercantile.

"Howdy, Bo!" Auntie Jessie greeted us as we walked up the steps. "Justine, you're looking perty as always!"

"Thanks, Auntie Jessie," I replied with a smile, understanding her western accent. "Have you seen Emily around? I was hoping to see her."

"Hold it there a minute, I need yer help with somethin'. Bo, go ahead and find what ya need while Justine and I hang up this here banner."

"Behave, Justine," Mother told me firmly, but then let loose and gave me a smile. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mother."

I followed Auntie Jessie outside with the big banner in my hands.

"We're goin' to hang it right out here," Auntie Jessie told me. "You go to that there end with this hammer and these nails, and I'll go to this here end."

It did not take us long to hand up the banner. After we nailed up the top of the banner, we took some rope and tied the bottom of the banner to the posts.

"There!" we exclaimed together.

We walked down the steps to admire our work, and I discovered that the banner was promoting the annual sweetheart's dance.

"That banner sure is pretty, Auntie Jessie," I told her, admiring the calligraphy from the ladies in town as well as the flowers and roses designed by the children.

"Are ya thinkin' of goin' this year, Justine?" Auntie Jessie asked me with a smile.

"I've always wanted to go," I answered. "But knowing my daddy, he'd just tell me to stay home."

"What?" I turned to see a shocked expression on my auntie's face. "No wonder I never see ya at these dances! What have ya done this entire time?"

"Babysitting. Because Daddy believes that it's better for me to watch kids than to socialize with my friends."

"Justine, you're sixteen now!" Auntie Jessie said with a big smile on her face. "You are almost an adult. Ya should be able to make yer own decisions."

"Yeah, Auntie Jessie, like I'm going to go to this dance and then get in trouble by my daddy because I'm simply at a dance enjoying myself."

"Yer daddy may be the sheriff and he may be yer daddy, but he's a smart and reasonable man. He will come 'round someday."

"Sheriff Woody Pride of Elkhorn, Oklahoma?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "I don't think so."

"Ya don't think what?"

"I'm Sheriff Woody Pride's little girl, Auntie Jessie," I explained, shaking my head. "He would kill me if he saw me at the dance."

"He's yer daddy, not yer stepmother," Auntie Jessie replied with a flat expression. "Secondly, ya need to tell 'im how ya feel. Yer not a young girl anymore. Yer a young lady, and heck, ya certainly act like a young lady. Yer just as respectful as yer daddy, and this Pride here is respectin' that."

I smiled at my aunt as we walked back inside, and I opted to find my mother, who was out in the back trying to find the perfect fruit.

"What are you looking for, Mother?" I asked with a smile.

"Apples, plums, oranges… spring hasn't begun yet, so I'm shopping for fruit until it's time to harvest our own fruit."

I nodded as my mother continued to examine the fruit.

"Hey Justine, I should be okay on my own. Why don't you try to find Emily? I'm sure she's around."

We exchanged smiles before I walked around the building and back to the bustling dirt street. Before I started my search for Emily, I took one more glance at the sweetheart's dance banner. I let out a loud sigh, and then I went into the café to try to find Emily, Estelle's adopted granddaughter.

"Good morning, Mrs Potato-Head!" I said happily.

"Good morning, Miss Pride," Estelle replied, returning the smile. "Emily's in the back doing dishes."

"Ah, thanks!"

I walked to the back of the kitchen to see my brown-haired best friend drying up the last of the dishes.

"Hi, Emily!"

"Justine Pride, you are just in time!" Emily Proud said with a smile on her face. "I'm just finishing up with the mess from this morning."

"Big crowd?" I asked with a smirk.

"It's Saturday! Everyone either eats breakfast at the restaurant or plays darts at the saloon. So where's your mom at? Tending to her flock?"

"No, my mom's over at the mercantile. We came to town together. So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

"I have thought about going fishing at the lake today, but I can do that another day with my grandpa. What do you want to do?"

"I want to sew a dress for the sweetheart's dance," I boldly answered.

"You're actually going to go this year?" Emily asked with excitement in her blue eyes. "Ah! It's going to be so fun! How did your dad take it?"

"I actually haven't told him yet," I said, biting my lip. "I helped my aunt put up the banner."

"I don't care what your dad says, you are going to that dance! And I'm going to help you sew the perfect dress. No man will be able to take his eye off of you!"

"Emily, I don't want to go to the dance for the men," I explained with a grin. "I just want to have a good time with my friends. I don't want to watch kids all night. I do that every time. As much as I love kids, I'm tired of it."

"Speak your heart out, Justine. Well, let's get out of here and back to the mercantile so we can pick out the perfect fabric for you."

We walked out of the café and back to the mercantile. I waved at the people around me along the way before walking in the store.

"So, what kind of fabric are we looking for?" I asked.

"Something that suits you," Emily answered with a confident smile. "Maybe something to bring out your brown eyes and blonde hair. What's your favorite color?"

"Blue! That's why I'm wearing it today."

"That color does go well with your eyes and hair," Emily replied, pondering in thought. "But people see you in blue all the time. Maybe a similar color."

I heard Emily gasp.

"Like this one!"

I gasped as I saw the perfect shade of green with white flowers on the fabric. It looked so beautiful.

"I know!" Emily said in excitement. "It can be an off-the-shoulder dress! You would become the belle of the ball! And you already have the white boots to match!"

"I'm not so sure about the off-the-shoulder part," I replied, biting my lip. "Isn't that a bit much for a 16-year-old?"

"Okay, you have a point there. Maybe close, though? Like a sweetheart neckline?"

"That sounds good, but there's a catch: I don't know how to sew."

"What?" Emily asked, giving me a raised eyebrow. "I've seen you make little blankets for your dolls."

"That's crocheting, Emily," I replied, returning the raised eyebrow. "Crocheting and sewing are two different things."

"Well, I'll teach you! It's real easy."

"That would be great!"

"Well, come on! Let's get the fabric and then measure you up!"

After I got measured, Emily and I returned to the café to eat lunch with my parents, and then we went back to what we were doing before. Emily had been guiding me on how to sew my own dress all this time while telling stories about our week.

"We did a project on the weather in school this week," Emily told me. "Me and Miles did our project on wind. We made an anemometer and described how to measure the wind's speed and direction."

"That is so cool!" I exclaimed. "I wish I did that."

"Why don't you try to come to our school sometime?"

"Because my daddy—"

"—is stubborn," we finished my sentence.

"Your dad really likes to be old-fashioned, does he?" Emily asked.

"There's nothing wrong with being old-fashioned," I explained. "But sometimes he takes it too far. I think my daddy is trying to protect me a little too much."

"You don't have any brothers or sisters, so my guess is you are so precious to him he's having a hard time accepting that you have grown up."

I pondered this for a few moments before letting out a loud sigh.

"I think you're right. I love my daddy, don't get me wrong. I just wish he wasn't so strict."

"So tell him that!" Emily replied. "Tell him in your new dress. That'll convince him."

"You wanna know why my daddy married my mother? It wasn't because of how she was dressed: it was because of what was in her heart: her sweet nature."

I let out another loud sigh.

"I doubt my daddy is going to let me go to the dance."

"What about your mom?"

"Daddy is the head of the house. All the decisions are on him."

"So what about school? Are you going to convince him to go?"

"Just watch: I'll ask my daddy if I can actually go to school only for him to tell me that he wants to supervise the class."

"Your dad is the sheriff, Justine. He can't be in two places at once. If you're at school, he can put his mind at ease. Dolly is an amazing teacher. She shows tough love, but she always wants what's best for her students."

"So how do I convince my dad? My mom may go along with this, but—"

"No buts! Just tell your dad how you feel."

The three of us are gathered at the dinner table after a long day in town. I made meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans for the family, and all three of us ate to our hearts' content.

"That was a mighty fine meal tonight, Justine," Daddy said with a smile on his face.

"Yes, Justine, it was absolutely delicious," Mother chimed in, agreeing with my daddy.

"Thank you," I replied with a smile, which quickly went away. "Mother, Daddy, I made a new dress today."

"You learned to make a dress?" Mother asked, still carrying her smile.

"Now that's a way to learn something on a Saturday," Daddy said with a grin. "I want to see you in your dress."

"We both do, sweetheart," Mother encouraged me.

"May I be excused then?"

"Yes, you may," Daddy answered.

I left the table and went upstairs to change into my new green dress that I had made with Emily. I smiled at myself in the mirror as I twirled around in the dress. My arms were bare, as was part of my neck, but I felt like a new version of myself. I gave myself an even bigger grin before changing my boots and walking down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I heard a loud gasp from my mother and I saw a smile from my daddy.

"Justine, you look radiant!" Mother told me, giving me a hug.

"Absolutely beautiful, Justine," Daddy said with a proud. "Did you do this yourself?"

"I had some help from Emily," I answered with a beaming smile. "But I'm proud of my work."

"As you should be," Daddy replied. "Because we're proud of you."

"Daddy, Mother, there's a reason why I wanted to show the dress off."

I took a deep breath before continuing.

"I want to go—"

"No," Daddy interrupted me, his smile fading away.

"Woody!" Mother reprimanded my dad. "Let Justine finish."

"I know what she's going to ask," Daddy replied with a firm voice.

"Justine, where did you want to go?" Mother asked.

"I want to go to the sweetheart's dance!" I hastily answered.

"Sorry, Justine," Daddy replied. "But my answer is still no."

"How did you know I was going to ask to go to the dance?"

"Because you ask every year, Justine," Daddy explained. "You're too young to be dancing with a man."

"Daddy, I don't care about the men!" I replied, almost yelling. "I just want to be with my friends. I never see my friends, Daddy, which is why I want to go to school next fall. I'm tired of being here in this house all the time."

"We have discussed this time and time again, Justine," Daddy replied calmly but sternly. "Your mom and I are teaching you because we love you and we think teaching you ourselves is what is best for you. As for the dance, I'm sorry, but you're not going. That is the end of that discussion."

"Woody!" I heard Mother say before I continued.

"Daddy, I'm sixteen years old. When are you going to let me decide what is best for me? I'm growing up, Daddy, and there's nothing you can do to stop that. I'm going to that dance whether you like it or not. I want to be with people my age, not little children. Dolly's the town teacher. She can watch them."

"Dolly has a social life," Daddy reprimanded me. "You—"

"Dolly is not married, Daddy," I interrupted him with ice in my voice. "She doesn't have her own children to watch over. I need a social life, Daddy. I can't be with you and Mother all the time."

"Justine Jessica Pride, you do not talk to us that way—"

"I'm not a little girl anymore, Daddy!" I shouted. "I'm going to that dance, and I'm going to go to school next fall, and that's final."

I stood and stared at my daddy's stern expression before I ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I took a good look at my own stern expression in the mirror before letting the tears fall. I took off the dress, hung it on the chair, and put on my white nightgown. I let myself fall on the bed and continued to cry until I heard knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"It's Mother."

"Come in."

I heard the door open and close, and I felt my mother's presence next to me.

"Are you okay?" Mother asked with her sweet southern accent.

"I've never yelled at Daddy like that before," I answered.

"Did you really mean all of those things you said to Daddy?" Mother asked me, and I let out a sigh before sitting up and facing her.

"Yes, I do. I'm here all the time, Mother. I see the same two people every day. I never see anyone else, and it's not fair."

"I understand why you are angry at Daddy, and you're right."

I opened my mouth in surprise.

"Your daddy is the most loyal person I know. Loyalty is in his blood. Because he's so full of loyalty, sometimes he doesn't know when to let things go. He never wanted to let Andy go all those years ago, but he knew Andy needed to move on. So he did, and he will with you someday."

It was my mother's turn to let out a sigh.

"You, Justine, are his daughter, his little girl, and he loves you with his heart and soul. It is because he sees you as his little girl that he is conservative about his decisions. He doesn't want to let you go, because he already had to let someone go twice in his life."

"Twice?" I asked in confusion. "Who else besides Andy?"

"Me. We had to move apart for some time due to unforeseen circumstances. But we found our way back to each other, and you are proof that it was worth the wait for us."

We sat in silence for a few moments.

"Now, we are a family," Mother continued. "We make decisions together. Daddy does not make his decisions himself, and neither do you. I cannot promise you anything about the sweetheart's dance, but I will talk to Daddy about it. I can promise you the three of us will talk about you going to school next fall at breakfast."

"I'd like that," I replied, putting a smile on my face, and Mother returned it.

"Good. Now, go get some sleep. We'll have that talk and then we'll go to church. Have a good night, sweetheart."

Mother kissed me on the forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Mother," I replied.

Mother turned out the lights, and I closed my eyes, letting sleep take over.