Bonnie had been asleep for a few hours when Buzz quietly removed himself from the line of toys. He made sure everyone was undisturbed and under the covers before he jumped down to the floor and made his way to the computer. He opened the internet and found a hidden saved tab he knew Woody had made. He had made it at Andy's, and had made it here without telling anyone. Buzz could tell it had been opened and added to recently and gave his sleeping friend a sad smile. In the carefully hidden folder was everything he knew about Bo.

Alerts, pictures, ads; everything was compiled in one safe place so Woody knew she was okay. When the Fosters had taken her, he scoured their social media for any photo she might be in the background of, any life event she could have witnessed, any sign that was loved and looked after. But the older Andy got, the more he needed his computer and Woody was able to update the folder less and less until one day he could no longer find any trace of Bo and had to assume they had given her away. He had to assume this and not the worst option.

Then he has searched local rummage sales, flea markets, garage sales, anything; any place she could be, it was in the folder. But truthfully, it was 10 years worth of hope and dead ends. But Buzz often caught his friend sneaking away to check if there was something new, and said nothing. He knew it wouldn't matter if he did.

Buzz opened the folder and examined the latest addition; a Craigslist ad looking for Bo's exact description. No doubt Woody had placed it and continued to repost until he received a response, but so far he was unsuccessful.

"Buzz! What cha doin'?" came a quiet voice behind him, startling him for a moment and he flailed to cover the screen. He cautiously turned around and found Jessie had leapt onto the desk to join him.

"Oh, it's you," he whispered, relieved. "It's uh, nothing just the uh-."

"Woody's Bo folder?" Jessie finished knowingly at the room's worst kept secret. "Anything new?"

"Not for awhile," he replied sadly. "I just… seeing Barbie and Ken today... well it couldn't have been easy for Woody. And it's almost that time of year…"

"Yeah, ya don't forget that sort of thing," Jessie offered, sadness stinging her words.

Buzz gently squeezed her hand and she smiled at him to continue. "But it just seems as though we're missing something," Buzz went on. "She's got to be out there somewhere, but we keep hitting a dead end. Every other toy that ended up being sold or donated we've been able to find their new homes…"

"But not Bo…" finished Jessie with a sigh. "If only there was- fox in the hen house! That's it!"

Without any explanation, she jumped down from the desk leaving Buzz utterly confused. He heard her feet quietly and quickly patter on the floor as she rushed to complete whatever task had popped into her mind. In practically no time at all, she hopped back beside Buzz with Trixie right behind her.

"All right, what seems to be the issue here?" The dinosaur said with authority. "Troubleshooting? Firewalls? Virus? If a Nigerian Prince is emailing you-."

"No, no nothing like that," Jessie interrupted. "We need your help finding something online."

"Oh! A little detective work, eh?" She laughed, jumping over to the keyboard. "Say no more! Advanced searches are my specialty. Now, what can I do ya for?"

"It's a lamp," began Buzz. "With a porcelain shepherdess and sheep. Now, it may be hard to find this specific one-."

"Done!" Said Trixie happily, standing back so the pair could see the screen.

"How did you do that so fast?" Asked Jessie, amazed.

"I just used a faster search engine, adjusted the search's miles radius and filtered the years the lamp could be in circulation," explained Trixie. "I mean, c'mon, it's not rocket science!"

"Fascinating," Buzz whispered and he and Jessie scanned the screen. Trixie has found an auction cite and sure enough there was Bo in her lamp, standing in her signature pose. "This is perfect! But, how do we know that's our Bo and not another lamp?"

Jessie gasped and pointed to the picture. "Buzz, look!" She pushed him closer to the computer, his face practically squished. "Her arm!" Sure enough there on her right arm was a familiar crack. Small but present in the exact spot Bo's had been fractured years ago. "That's gotta be her!"

"Amazing!" exclaimed Buzz, almost too loudly.

"So are you gonna place a bid?" Trixie asked.

"A what?"

"A bid," she said again. "It says she for sale at some place called "Lucky Star's Antiques" But it looks like she's been on sale for a while. No takers."

"What should we do Buzz?" asked Jessie. "We can't buy her!"

"Maybe not," admitted Buzz, a plan forming in his mind. He quickly grabbed a pen and paper from beside the computer. "But now we know where to find her."

He scribbled down the address and just as he finished he heard Bonnie begin to stir. Trixie quickly closed to the tab as the three returned to their places.

The next few days, Buzz and Jessie spent all their free time formulating a plan. They carefully spread word to the other toys in Bonnie's room and soon were ready to put it into action. Bonnie had a long weekend coming up, and the timing couldn't be more perfect. That Friday as soon as Bonnie left for preschool, Buzz and Jessie out their plan into action. They needed to make sure Woody wouldn't suspect they were up to anything so the Potatoheads had him babysitting all morning, then he had Pricklepants workshop his new one man play for him, and then if that ended shortly, Hamm and Buttercup promised to fake an argument only Woody could solve.

In the meantime, Buzz managed to locate a perfect sized box and packing supplies, gathering what he had found at the front door. He stood above the box on the end table, making sure the box was ready for pickup. He had cross referenced the family's schedule to come up with his timeline and was checking the postage before beginning the final step of the plan.

"How's everything going?" sang Jessie as she raced Bullseye down the stairs. She looked around excitedly, knowing Woody had no idea what was happening.

"Perfect!" he spun around to greet her with a smile. "If everything goes according to plan I'll be out and back within three days, just in time for Bonnie's birthday!"

"You mean 'we'll' be back, right?" asked Jessie with a raise of her eyebrow.

Buzz failed to hide his confusion. "Um… it's just that I thought… I mean, I'd be going there in a box…"

"I know how the mail works, Buzz," she teased.

"Heh," he chuckled nervously, not sure how to explain what he meant. "It's uh, just if we both go don't you think Woody will be suspicious?"

"I think it'll be more suspicious if he sees me without you," she countered, a point that made him smile but made his argument weaker. "Plus, Bullseye will cover for us, won't ya boy?"

Upon hearing his name, the loyal steed burst forth between the two and ran a circle around Jessie with excitement. She laughed and stroked his mane as he stomped his hooves happily. Buzz could hardly argue with her logic, but as brave as he knew Jessie was he knew the effect darkness and enclosed spaces had on her. As much as he'd love to do this with her, he couldn't ask her to put herself though that for a mission that might not even work.

"It's just… it'll be dark," he said simply.

Her face softened at his concern. "Not if I'm with you," she said. She saw the distress did not leave his face so in response she ran over to the box he had prepared and jumped in, packing peanuts flying to the sides as she did

"Jessie? Are you okay?" he said running over, but unable to see her under the sea of fluffy white.

"Yeah, they're pretty comfy," came her muffled voice from deep below.

"Oh, maybe this was a bad idea," he murmured, scenarios running through his head. "Want me to help you up?"

In place of a response, Jessie reached out her hand as the rest of her remained submerged. Buzz sighed in relief as he bent down to take her hand but before he could pull her up, she instead pulled him down into the box beside her. "Now Bullseye!" she exclaimed, and the horse sprang into action, taking thee packing tape in his mouth and sealing the box. As Buzz looked around, confused he felt the box move as Bullseye pushed it with his head out the door.

"Jessie, are you sure about this?" he asked, swimming closer to her through the sea of foam. The glow of his suit the only thing guiding his way in the otherwise pitch black space.

"Of course, Buzz," she said, her face suddenly beside his. Seeing the certainty on her face put him slightly at ease. Suddenly, the box began to move more rapidly, becoming shaky as the packing peanuts shifted around them. The pair found it hard to keep their balance. For a moment, Jessie felt the walls were closing in on her, but seeing Buzz beside her and the glow that surrounded him, calmed her. "But if you're feeling a little uneasy and want to hold my hand, I won't stop you." she added quickly, steadying herself against the wall.

He smiled and took her hand in his and the two sat down as the box made its way onto the mail truck. Jessie took deep breaths as her nerves returned to normal and the excitement of what they were doing took over once again.

"Oh, I can't wait to see the look on Bo's face when we show up," she said happily, practically bouncing.

"Oh, Woody is gonna freak out," said Buzz with similar gusto, but as he said it, his eyes got wider and his tone became more serious. "Oh, Woody is gonna freak out."

"Are we doing the right thing?" Jessie asked. "I mean, not telling him and all?"

"Absolutely," said Buzz with authority. "I mean, he'd go if he could."

"Yeah," agreed Jessie. "And it might not work…"

"But we have to try," he continued, determination in his voice. "He hasn't been the same since she left."

"And Bo must be just as heartbroken…"

"I mean, if it were you, I don't know what I'd do," he went on, thinking aloud. "I'd be worried every day. Well, I'd-." he stopped when he realized he was rambling,and maybe saying some things his heart submitted before his brain could proofread.

But Jessie thought it was incredibly sweet. She scooted closer to the space toy. "Yeah? What else?" she asked, resting her head on his shoulder. The box no longer felt shaky and small, but rather cozy.

As he looked as Jessie resting peacefully on his shoulder, the green light illuminating her like a halo, he thought about how without Bo's constant encouragement he might've miss out on this. He knew he needed to thank her. As the thoughts and memories raced through his mind, he didn't realize he was staring.

"What?" asked Jessie, giving Buzz a sly smile placing her chin on his shoulder.

"Nothing, uh," he laughed, somehow still getting embarrassed. "Just thinking about something Woody said once."

"'Don't try and make a water slide out of the rain gutters?'"

"No," he sighed, her eyes on him making him feel flushed. He tried his best not to stutter as the words found their way out. "He, uh, once told me that every time he saw Bo it was like he was seeing her for the first time all over again," Buzz said, recalling the moment fondly. "And I never really understood what he meant... until I met you."

"Really?" laughed Jessie, in her mind the first time Buzz had seen her, she had been dangling from an airplane and screaming.

"Well yes," he said, suddenly shy. He often rehearsed things he wanted to tell her, as old habits proved they died hard, but the sentiment of their mission was bringing out a more accidentally honest side of him somehow. "The first time I saw you, I was speechless. And every time I see you now I feel the same way."

"Every time?" she asked in slight disbelief.

The words poured out easier and easier, much to both his and Jessie's surprise, but the cowgirl thoroughly enjoyed it. "I mean, I know I said I feel speechless but sometimes I can't stop talking," he continued, almost embarrassed. "You'd uh, think by now I'd be a little more articulate.

"Every time? Even... now?"

As she said that, she warped her face into a silly expression, sucking in her cheeks so her lips resembled a fish and crossing her eyes.

Buzz laughed. "Yes," he said.

"Okay, what about now?" she asked, hiding her face for a moment and then turning to him with another ridiculous look, this time with her eyebrows furrowed and he lips pursed so she resembled an angry gorilla. Buzz simply nodded.

"Wow, guess I really must be a 'temptress' huh?," Jessie, half joking half genuinely touched as she returned her head to his shoulder.

Buzz imagined this warm and flighty feeling was how Woody and Bo felt about each other, and he knew he'd chase this feeling to the ends of the earth.

"Wait, who called you a temptress?

-Ten Years Earlier-

Woody, Buzz, Jessie, and Bullseye ran quickly from the runway,careful to not be seen and to not be swept up by the air coming off any outgoing flights. The turbulence was so loud, the group could hardly hear Woody shout directions. Finally, they managed to duck out and meet up with the rest of Andy's toys. Woody got a head count, making sure everyone was accounted for, as Buzz stood beside him trying to get his attention.

"Psst, Woody," he whispered, as Woody tried to see how far Slinky had stretched himself.

"Not now, Buzz," Woody said, trying to focus. "The aliens are coming too? Okay, let me start the count over."

"Woody," Buzz whispered again, nudging him with his elbow.

"Oh, what is it Buzz, can't you see I'm busy?" asked Woody, exasperated.

"Introduce me," said Buzz, nodding his head to the left.

"What?" Woody looked to his friend and then followed the direction of his nod and saw he was referring to Jessie who was happily talking about something with Rex and Slinky. "There will be plenty of time for that when we get home. How about you find us a way back while I get everyone ready?"

Buzz nodded. "Right," his eyes lingered on the cowgirl for a moment before he turned his attention to his surroundings. He ventured around the corner and within moments, the luggage transport caught his eye; it was close, it was transportation, and most importantly it was unattended. It was perfect. He turned back around and signaled to Woody that he had found something. The toys lined up behind Woody, waiting for the coast to be clear. Then they all ran to the cart single file. Woody jumped into the driver's seat first and luckily the keys were left in the ignition. He helped the toys quickly into the vehicle as Buzz kept watch from the from. Finally, everyone had been loaded into the front seat and the toys could leave.

"Okay, looks like we're all here," said Woody, "Jessie, can you go get Buzz and tell him we're ready?"

"On it!"

She promptly jumped down and ran to the front of the car. "Buzz!" she whispered sharply, not seeing him at first. "Buzz!" she called again.

The space ranger heard his name called, and came around from the font to respond. Before he could, Jessie called his name again and turned around to face him. As she did, it seemed as though everything was in slow motion. Her braid swung around dramatically and hearing her say his name drowned out the roaring of the airplanes somehow. He suddenly felt tense and breathless, he knees shook beneath him and the air felt hot.

"Buzz?" she said again, starting to feel confused. He just stood there, motionless. She looked behind her to see if there was something there distracting him, but didn't find anything. "That is your name isn't it? Buzz?"

"Buzz..." he repeated, dreamily. "I mean, yes! I, Buzz… yes!" He shook his head, shaking himself out of his daze, not sure what had come over him.

"Okay great let's go!" said Jessie happily, taking his hand and pulling him to the door.

"Took you long enough," Woody commented when they finally joined the rest of them in the front of the car. "We need to figure out how to move this thing."

"Oh, we'll just drive back the same way we drove here," said Buzz, as though it was that easy,

"You drove here?" asked Jessie, intrigued and impressed.

"Oh yeah, well I- I mean, we, well…"

The rest of the toys exchanged knowing looks as Buzz continued to struggle to say what he was trying to say to the cowgirl. The toys took their former positions as he stuttered. The, before Buzz could begin to explain the history of the automobile, Slinky slammed on the gas and Woody put the car into drive, launching the car forwards but it set Buzz and Jessie flying backwards.

"Hey cassanova, why don't you show Lucille Ball of the west how to steer before we crash?"called Potatohead.

"Right!" exclaimed Buzz, determination putting his nerves on hold. He grabbed the wheel and turned out of the airport. Once they made their way onto the road, Slinky and Woody navigated best they could until the surroundings looked more familiar and they knew they were close to Andy's house.

"We have to merge, merge!" yelled Woody.

"What does that mean?" yelled Hamm back.

"We're gonna miss the exit," Woody yelled back. "If we don't get in the far lane we're gonna end up downtown way past Andy's house!"

"On it!" said Buzz, preparing to turn the wheel to enter the lane. But the cars beside them did not waver and allow them to enter. "Blast! How are we going to get over there?"

Then, acting fast, Jessie grabbed onto the steering wheel beside him and kicked a lever with her foot to turn on the turn signal. When she did, the car beside them created a small space and she quickly yanked the wheel and took them across three lanes of traffic and they got on the exit just in time. The toys cheered as Hamm pumped on the gas as they flew down the highway.

They arrived at the Davis house with plenty of time to spare. They left the luggage trolley sprawled in front of the house as they quickly entered through the doggy door on the side. They climbed the stairs and opened the door to Andy's room.

"Okay everyone, looks like mom is still picking Andy up from cowboy camp so we have some time, but let's make sure we get Jessie and Bullseye in an upfront position so Andy will see them," said Woody as he opened the door. "And let's make sure- Bo!"

Before Woody could finish, he ran towards Molly's room and embraced the shepherdess who had come out when she heard his voice. He swooped her up and spun her around with his not torn arm.

"I knew they'd find you!" she exclaimed happily. "Did Buzz give you my message?"

"Message?" Woody asked, confused.

"Well, I'm happy to deliver it in person," she said, reaching up to give the cowboy a long, loud kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, that must be Bo Peep," Jessie whispered to Buzz.

"H-how'd you know?" he replied, still flustered by her presence.

"Oh he told me about everyone in Andy's room," she said. "It was all he talked about, really."

"Everyone?" repeated, clearing his throat. "E-even, even me?"

Before she could answer him, Woody ushered the group into Andy's room. He lead Bo forward, arm in arm as he began telling her everything.

"-turns out, I'm a collectible," he was saying.

"I always knew you were one of kind," Bo chuckled.

"And part of a set," he went on, waving Jessie and Bullseye over. "This is Jessie and Bullseye, my roundup gang."

"The more the merrier," said Bo. "Pleased to meet you both. Good to have another girl in this boy's club."

"Oh, I like her," said Jessie to Woody, and Bo laughed. Bullseye jumped excitedly, and began chasing Bo's sheep around in a circle as the two girls laughed. The sheep darted off into the hallway and Bullseye followed. They pranced around the room, but Bullseye was less familiar with the room's layout and ended up tripping on the carpet and became tangled in Slinky' coils. Woody laughed as he and Jessie ran over to help him.

"Oh, Andy is just going to love her," Bo commented to Buzz as they watched Woody and Jessie untangle the horse.

"Yeah," he replied breathlessly, tilting his head. "She's certainly a bright young woman."

Bo saw his fixated expression and instantly knew what was going on on his mind. "Hm, she's very pretty too," she tried.

"Oh yes, her hair is..." began Buzz without really thinking. Then from the corner of his eye he saw the smirk Bo was giving him and tried looking elsewhere but his eyes kept getting drawn forward to where the cowgirl stood.

"You should tell her that," said Bo.

"Oh, well I uh... I think Rex is calling me," Buzz lied. "I'll be over there, seeing what that is."

Bo shook her head and walked over to Woody who had just finished freeing Bullseye and Jessie was telling him to be more careful.

"I think Buzz is sweet on our new friend," whispered Bo with a smile.

"Is that so?" asked Woody, intrigued but not surprised

"Mhm hm," said Bo, then turned to the cowgirl. "Jessie! Why don't you ask Buzz to give you a tour before Andy gets home?"

"Sounds good!" she said as she ran away to find him.

"Awh, I think it's sweet," she said, leaning on the cowboy."He reminds me of a certain cowboy I met a year ago."

"Oh, c'mon," laughed Woody. "I wasn't as goofy as Buzz."

"You're right, she said softly. "You were worse."

Present Day

The toys were gathered by the window, laughing at something outside.

"Hey what's all the fuss about?" asked Woody, climbing up onto the ledge.

"It's Bandit and Digger!" exclaimed Trixie as though that was enough explanation.

"They're the dogs next door," Buttercup explained.

"And cutest things I've ever seen!" cooed Mrs, Potatohead. "After my babies."

"Awh look! They're running through the sprinkler!" shouted Rex. The toys let out a collective 'awh' as they watched the two small pups took turns jumping through the water, barking happily.

"Oh, this is adorable," marveled Woody. "Oh Jessie would love this. Where is Jessie?"

The toys looked at each other nervously. Buzz and Jessie had given them a list of things they could say if Woody asked where they had gone. But they hadn't agreed on which one to use, so they all spoke at once.

"She's looking for her hat downstairs!"

"She's untangling that knot in Bonnie's shoelaces!"

"She's taking a personal day!"
Woody looked at the cluster of flustered toys, utterly confused. "Uh…" said Woody
"She's uh taking Bullseye for a walk," said Slinky.

"But, Bullseye is right here," said Woody, pointing to his right where the horse stood.

"What he meant to say is Jessie is… hiding!" said Dolly

"Hiding?" asked Woody

"Yes, hiding," she continued. "We're playing hide and seek! And she's winning!"

"So she's hiding and all of you are looking for her?" said Woody, not really buying it. "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"No this is how the french do it!" volunteered Pricklepants.

"Yes," sighed Dolly, seeing the lie fall apart. "We are playing french hide and seek."

"We've been playing for days!" chimed in Rex, nervously. "She's really good!"

"Yeah okay," said Woody, fully aware something was up. "Buzz, what's really going on?" when he didn't receive a reply, he looked around the group and found the space toy was also missing from the group. He crossed his arms and his tone became more serious "Okay then; where's Buzz?"

Having used up all their pre-given excuses, the group spat out the first thing that came to their minds.

"Who's Buzz?"

"Dead."

"They eloped!"

"Right," sighed Woody,pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "Okay guys, where are they really? If they're up to something that could be dangerous, I need to know. What if they get hurt?"

"It's a surprise!" exclaimed Rex, to which he received a glare from the other toys. "Ah! I'm sorry! I can't let secrets tear us apart!"

"A surprise?" asked Woody, no less confused.

"For Bonnie's birthday," answered Dolly, trying to give as few details as possible. "They found something online and went to get it. They'll be back in few days, no big deal."

"And why did they tell everyone but me?"

"You were... busy?" tried Slinky.

"This is ridiculous," said Woody simply, headed to the computer to find the address

"Woody, don't take it so personal," said Dolly chasing after him. "Look, when Buzz and Jessie told me their idea, I gave them my full support. I'm not worried and you shouldn't be either."

"Dolly, that's real nice and all," he said pulling up recent searches. "But I've known these guys a long time and when we were with Andy-."

"Well, no offense, but you're not," stated Dolly. "This is Bonnie's room and I've been here since Bonnie was born and I truthfully don't appreciate you undermining my authority."

He looked at the doll, taken back. The familiarity of her words and tone stung him, because they had once been his. It was true, Dolly was Bonnie's oldest toy and as much as he liked being in charge, he knew he was overstepping his bounds.

"I-I'm sorry," he said slowly. "Really, I am. I just... want to make sure they're safe."

Dolly sighed, having learned by now the cowboy was nothing if not relentless. "The address is on that notepad by the computer."