I don't own StarFox McCloud, Legend of Zelda, or Pinocchio. This story is going to take a slightly different twist than An Act of True Love, yet the same kind of peril.
Carrying her over his shoulder like a potato sack, as Spike unlocked a large door and opened it, Puss in the Boots entered the room and thwacked her down onto the floor. Mitsy landed on her shoulder and grimaced. "Oow!" She groaned then glared back up at him. "You don't have to be so rough." She growled.
"Dry up, pipsqueak." Puss replied with his paws on his hips. "You'd better be good, or you and that weak-kneed cowboy will suffer severely...again! Only this time much more colorful."
Mitsy locked eyes with him though she hated doing so because his was so ugly and creepy. "Leave Woody alone!" She begged in anger and a whimper. "Don't you dare hurt him!" Puss grabbed her by her hair then roughly shoved her backwards where she bopped into a pile of boxes.
"You'll get worse than that if you don't shut up." Puss grinned then walked out. Then the door was locked.
Mitsy was alone. She drew her knees close to her and hid her face in them. She started to cry. How in the world could they be going through this again? And unfortunately, Puss was right: she needed to stay quiet. No amount of yelling, scolding, and pleading would help her or Woody as their captors only relished in the distress as a ticket to causing further harm. And how would Buzz, Jessie, or the others even know where to look for them? They might not! Her thoughts went back to when Al McWhiggin had toynapped Woody a little over a decade ago. Poor Woody must have been frightened and so unsure of how he was even gonna get back to Andy. But Buzz had been smart. She remembered very well how he'd found the chicken suit feather as a clue and followed its lead till he felt he knew for sure where Woody had been taken! Buzz was highly intelligent, much like the federal agents the toys had watched on TV shows. Surely he'd be able to find them this time...somehow! Wouldn't he?
Mitsy was very worried about Woody. The memories of their horrible time at the warehouse where they'd been held hostage by this very same toy gang were flooding her mind in vivid detail and replaying right now. She remembered how he'd tried to save her by offering himself to the murderers in her place, and she shuddered at what had happened and what might have happened had she, Buzz, Jessie, and all their friends with them at that time had not escaped! Mitsy loved Woody and trusted him like a father, and just as much as she loved and trusted her dog Jack, only in a different way. Woody was a selfless hero, and would so often put others' needs before his own, even in circumstances like this. Mitsy couldn't shake off the fearful thoughts of how she and all of Bonnie's toys might again possibly lose him to the mercy of these wicked toys!
And another thing: had Puss seen anyone of their other friends? Jack! What about Jack? Mitsy shuddered. Did Puss know her dog was alive? Had he seen him?! Did he know and had he told Spike all about it?! Had he rigged up some accomplices who might hurt Jessie, Slinky, Rex, and the others at Bonnie's house, once Puss had abducted Mitsy and brought her here? Were they okay? Were they hurt? Were they in trouble? What was happening to Woody? What was going to happen to them? All these dreadful thoughts and frightening questions kept piling up in Mitsy's mind and she could not get rid of them. "Noo!" She wailed, and covered her face with her hands. She wasn't aware that there were other live toys in the room, and that they were observing her closely. There was a squeaking sound as one small toy approached her but she didn't hear him as her cries blocked the noise out.
"Aaw, try not to cry, Your Highness." A voice close to the ground spoke soothingly to her, tapping her dress. "I know it can be really frightening in here, but you're not alone." Mitsy pulled her hands down and tried to find who was speaking to her. She didn't see anyone. She glanced around. "Down here." The voice said. Mitsy gazed toward the floor to see a little plastic Jiminy Cricket toy looking up at her. She stared at him curiously with her lip quivering. "Take it easy, miss." The puny figure smiled warmly up at her. "We'll be here with you through this mess." Though she shed no physical tears, Mitsy wiped her eyes and rubbed her nose.
"But I'm scared." She whimpered. "We don't belong here. Nobody does! I want to go home."
"I know." Jiminy nodded sympathetically. "We'll try to help you if we can, but I'm not sure how much we can do."
"We?" Mitsy furrowed her brows.
"Over...here." A small voice gasped from somewhere in the shadows and Mitsy heard a distinct squeak. Her heart lept.
"W...W...W-Wheezy?!" She exclaimed. "Wheezy? Is...is that you?!" The squeaking became louder and sure enough, out from behind a box emerged a small rubber penguin! Mitsy gaped in astonishment. "Wheezy!" She gasped. "It IS you!"
"Mitsy!" Wheezy smiled with his eyes lit up and he rushed to her. The two toys shared a tight, long lost, warm hug.
"Oh, Wheezy," Mitsy tried to find her voice. "You have no idea how much we've all missed you! We were all so sad when you were sold. We've thought about you a lot all these years."
"Really? You did?" Wheezy asked hopefully.
"Of course. You're our friend, just like RC, Etch, Lenny, and..."
"Bo Peep?" Wheezy probed. Mitsy's face fell.
"Y-yeah." She croaked. She gulped hard as she thought of her long lost 'mother' and Woody's sweetheart. "Oh, Wheezy. It's so good to see you! I can't believe you're here." Wheezy smiled sadly and wiped his eye with a flipper.
"It's so good to see a friend." He smiled sadly. His black suit was more faded now, and there were white scratches all over him, indicating years of roughhousing, and one of his eyebrows were missing.
"Oh, Wheezy." Mitsy sighed, gripping his flipper. "How have you been?"
"I've been better." Wheezy hung his head. Mitsy nodded. Honestly, she was just amazed to see him, though a bit taken aback at his appearance.
The cricket spoke up again. "Jiminy Cricket, Your Highness." He bowed.
"You can call me Mitsy." The princess smiled as he shook her hand.
"Well, Mitsy, I'd like to be your friend." Jiminy said.
"And I'd like to be yours." Mitsy nodded. Then other toys emerged: a small yellow and white stuffed rabbit with a torn ear and her usually bright coat was dirty.
"I'm Daisy." She said. "I, uh...I can't hear too good with this ear," she lifted her left injured one. "But, I learn to get by with my right one!" A dark green plastic hammer hopped over to them.
"I'm...I'm...I'm, uh...what was that name again?" He asked, creasing his eyebrow.
"Hank!" The other toys all groaned. "He suffers from amnesia, every time he bangs his noggin." Daisy rolled her eyes, whispering to Mitsy.
"So he says." Jiminy muttered. "There's nothing wrong with him, he just likes to get attention."
"Wheezy, why...why are you here?" Mitsy asked. "What are you dong in a place like this?"
"It's a long story." Wheezy sighed heavily.
"I've been here for three days." Daisy said. "Hank and me. I was snatched by those blokes while at the park with my owner. She went to play in the sprinklers and the next thing I know, I was being frisked away in the dark."
"Same for me." Hank added. "Except her little brother was playing with me, I think. And then I saw Daisy taken and tried to save her! That is what happened, right?"
"Yes" Daisy grumbled.
"Your Highness?" A masculine voice spoke. Mitsy looked and saw…
"Fox?! Link?!" She gasped. "Y-y-you guys are here too?!"
"Yeah." Link groaned. Mitsy stared sadly at the hole where his arm used to be.
"How did you guys get here? Matthew said that you guys were dead!" She sputtered.
"After they tortured us, they separated and confined us in empty toolboxes." Link said with disgust. "We were in there until a Dr. Bones and his crew freed us. They'd told us that the gang had been disarmed and that they were searching for survivors. They'd rescued a guy named Jack who had taken care of us before and sent him to a home. They sent us to a thrift store. We were there until a month ago, when Spike showed up again. You can guess the rest." Mitsy gaped sadly. That night two months ago, that night, that awful night when Woody, Buzz, and their pals had been imprisoned and tried to escape, they...they'd been so close! Their old friends had been trapped, and they...they hadn't helped them escape too? Mitsy felt horrible.
"Oh, guys!" She moaned loudly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"
"It wasn't your fault." Wheezy said, patting her arm.
"Oh, Fox. Link. That was us!" Mitsy exclaimed. "We were taken prisoners that night, and most everybody thought it was Jack's fault. Jack was my long lost dog. He...he was nearly killed that night. He helped us get away. We narrowly escaped. But we had no idea you were there! Believe me, if we had, we would've tried to get you out! I promise you we would! I'm so sorry."
"You didn't know." Link said.
"But we were so close."
"Your Highness, what are you doing here...again?" Fox asked seriously.
"That creep, Puss." Mitsy shook her head. "He brought me here. Woody tried to get me out, but it was too late. Oh...Woody!" She stood up, gazing at the door. "Woody's in trouble. Please, guys. Could you please help me? We've got to help Woody! I just know those crooks out there will show him no mercy. He needs our help." Mitsy begged.
"What can we do?" Daisy asked. "This place is a prison. There's no way out."
"There's gotta be something we can do." Wheezy said. "Woody and Buzz always came up with a brilliant plan to help their pals."
"How about that vent?" Mitsy pointed toward the wall.
"No good." Daisy shook her head. "It's sealed tight. Hank has tried numerous times to bonk it loose."
"That's where I first got the awful clunk on my head." Hank whined.
"Eh." Jiminy pffted with his lips.
"Jiminy? You're small. Most of us in here are." Mitsy said. "Maybe we could all hide, and the next time they come in here to cause trouble, they won't be able to find us."
"I suppose it's worth a try." Jiminy said. "Anything is better than sitting around rotting in this rat hole."
"Maybe you could use your umbrella tip to undo the screws on the door." Mitsy suggested. The cricket looked at his said possession.
"Well, I'll certainly try!" He cheered.
"What do you say, guys?" Mitsy asked.
"But what if we get caught?" Wheezy asked frightfully. Mitsy bit her lip. She knew they were taking an awful chance, but if they stayed here, it would be curtains for everyone anyway.
"Woody and Buzz have never let the what if's stop them from helping their friends!" Mitsy gulped nervously. "If Woody and Buzz can save us out of impossible situations, then surely we can too when Woody needs our help, can't we?"
"You're right, Your Highness." Jiminy smiled. "It's risky, but we've got to do something."
"I'm for it!" Daisy cheered. "I don't wanna spend another night in this place!"
"Come on, Wheezy. What do you say?" Mitsy asked. The sad penguin just stood there. "Wheezy?"
"I...I'm afraid," was all he said. Mitsy came over to him.
"I'm scared too, Wheezy." She said softly. "Believe me, I'm really scared. But that's why we've got to try. We won't last here if we just do nothing! Please, Wheezy. We have to help Woody! Please. You don't want to stay in here, do you?"
"Maybe it's better than being killed on the spot while trying to run away." Wheezy moaned.
"No, that's where you're wrong." Link growled. "Wheezy, you can't let these thugs just walk all over you. You'll never survive, especially if you don't sympathize with them."
"But, maybe they're so mean because they've had it rough." Wheezy said lowly. Mitsy stared at her old friend in disbelief.
"Come on. Don't let their sob stories make you think their crimes are acceptable!" She declared firmly. "Wheezy, yes, they've had it rough. But look at what they've become because they let it run their lives. Please, Wheezy." She begged. Her thoughts kept going back to Lotso, and how he'd let his heartbreak destroy him. She couldn't let Wheezy succumb to that! "Wheezy, look at me." She said, lifting her hand under his chin. "I don't know what you've been through, though I can tell that it's been hard on you. But if you just roll over and let these guys take over, it will destroy you! And I don't just mean physically. Buddy, I know you're afraid. But you'll always be living in fear if you just stay here."
"That's right." Fox spoke up. "If we all stick together, we can get out of here." He said. Wheezy stared up at him. How many times at Andy's had he heard that phrase?
"We're not leaving you in here. Come on, Wheezy. Please? For Woody?" Mitsy pleaded. Wheezy looked into her turquoise eyes.
"Sure. What are friends for?" He smiled. He was still so scared, but at least he wasn't alone.
Puss and Snaps unlocked and opened the door, then entered. Puss laughed as he clapped his paws together, but as they ventured further into the room, they didn't see any signs of their prisoners. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." Puss sneered. When there was no response, he and the crocodile became angry and started kicking and tossing the boxes in every direction. They banged on them but found no toys. "You let them get away!" Snaps glowered as he popped the cat on the head.
"Hey!" Puss whined, then scratched the stuffed reptile with his paw. "Keep you claws to yourself! I didn't do nothing! We gotta catch 'em before the boss finds out!" And with that, they left the room, with the door open.
"Hee, hee, they didn't find us!" Hank laughed.
"Sshh!" Everyone hissed.
"Sorry," Hank blushed.
"Good work, Your...er, Mitsy." Jiminy patted her one the head, perched on her shoulder. "So far, it's working."
"Let's hope it stays that way." She whispered back.
"What do we do now?" Wheezy asked. All of them were huddled together in the shadows inside the ventilation shaft.
"We wait." Fox answered in a strong but quiet voice. "My parts inside are telling me that they'll be back, quickly. We aren't in the clear yet."
"And everyone needs to stay as quiet as possible." Link added.
"I know." Mitsy whispered. "These guys are ruthless, and they don't want any leaks about their sins."
"I hear something!" Daisy exclaimed with her good ear. "Footsteps. Here they come!"
"Everyone, clam up and stay down!" Fox ordered. They all crouched closer together in the safety of the shadows as hard as they could. The footsteps came closer as Spike entered the cell with his cronies.
"I swear I had nothing to do with it, Boss!" Puss yowled. "I didn't let none of 'em outta here!" Spike casually popped him on the head, sending him down to the floor.
"Shut up, Whiny Whiskers." He said cooly. "Hmm."
"Maybe they're trying to trick us." Scar remarked, stepping right in front of the cell door! "These poor, unfortunate souls don't think too clearly when they're frightened." He swished his tail back and forth. Daisy cringed at that tail, and was about to sneak up and nip it with her two plastic buck teeth, but everyone pulled her back.
"What are you all whining about?" Spike asked calmly.
"But...but, Boss..." Puss sputtered.
"Relax, you sissies. They'll turn up." Spike chuckled. "Seriously, how far can they get in this place?"
"Oh, you're so right." Scar smiled. "Oh, I can't stand the thought of bloodshed," he said dramatically, "but, rules are rules. I'm sure they won't argue with us anymore when we corner them." And with that, the gang left.
"Yikes, that was close." Hank whispered. "Now what?"
"Hang on." Fox held up his hand. "We wait till they're far from here. In the mean time, let's move on a little." Link and Mitsy slowly led the other toys down the crammed hall, trying to find another way out. Fox lingered at the back of the line, making sure that there was no danger. Soon they came to an intersection.
"Oh no. Where do we go from here?" Daisy asked anxiously.
"Where are we going anyway?" Hank asked.
"Ahem." Jiminy and Daisy grunted.
"Sorry. I did it again, didn't I?" Hank hung his nose.
"I hope this isn't a mistake." Wheezy gulped. Mitsy warmly held his flipper in her hand.
"I hope not either." Mitsy said to him.
"Everyone hush." Link ordered. "Daisy? Can you hear anything from here?" Daisy lifted her good ear and listened intently.
"I don't really hear anything from either direction." She shook her head.
"So...what does that mean?" Mitsy asked nervously.
"I say that means we just keep going straight for the time being." Fox spoke up.
"Sounds sensible to me." Jiminy agreed.
"All right. Then let's go." Link tilted his head and they moved on. They came to many different sections that had more halls going in different directions, which made it difficult to decide the safest way to go. They tried to shift away from the vicinities that were closer to the crooks' voices.
"This place is so big." Wheezy stated. "How will we know how to get out?"
"Just follow our instincts." Fox answered. "They're our best guides at the moment." A few moments later as they advanced forward, Mitsy, Wheezy, Fox, and Link heard a distressed, familiar voice. Mitsy gasped and froze.
"Oh no!" She moaned. "It's Woody! He's in trouble."
"It is Woody." Wheezy said, recognizing the voice of his old friend.
"It's coming from over there." Daisy pointed to the left with her ear. They followed the voice until they reached a vent door. Through the bars, they could see that they'd made it to one of the classrooms. Woody was struggling to get to his feet, but he looked very pained and his face was a sickly green. But with each move he made, one of his torturers hit him or kicked him and they laughed at each tactic. Wheezy and Mitsy were appalled at the sight but Link, Jiminy, and Fox covered their mouths before they could cry out in protest. Just then, Woody was lying on his stomach gagging and trying to raise himself up on his knees but as he did, Puss kicked him in the stomach. That did it! Mitsy was about to burst through the vent door and yell at them for hurting her friend, her 'dad', but the others quickly pulled her away where they wouldn't be heard.
"We've got to help Woody!" Mitsy exclaimed. "I've seen these thugs hurt him before, and I won't let them try to kill him again!"
"Calm down, Mitsy." Jiminy said from his perch on her shoulder. "We'll help him, but we can't just burst in there."
"Why not?" Mitsy huffed.
"It won't do any good." Fox said firmly, "It will only make things worse for Woody. Just trust us. We'll stop them."
"How?" Wheezy whimpered. He hated thinking of his old pal, faithful Woody who had risked his neck to save Wheezy and others countless times. And now he was being beaten to a pulp!
"I think I know a way," Link said in a very unconvincing tone.
Woody couldn't take anymore. He'd tried hard to fight off his attackers, but he was outnumbered and they were ruthless. He finally collapsed and just lay there, barely conscious. He was trying to catch his breath. He hardly had any fight left in him. "Ready for round two, sheriff?" Slim hissed greedily as they all surrounded the hurt, exhausted cowboy.
"B...Buzz," Woody whispered. The gang was laughing cruelly. Just then, there was a loud clang outside the door and all their heads turned.
"Go see what that was!" Spike ordered gruffly. Pinch and Stinger opened the door and ventured out into the hall. Spike's cruel smile gleamed like disease down at Woody. Woody struggled to get up, but Spike stepped on him then slapped him across the face, then poor Woody didn't know anything!
Pinch and Stinger found a crashed book cart and spilled books out in the hall. They went back in and informed their boss. While giving strict orders to Puss, Scar, Raganoff, and Slim to guard the unconscious cowboy, Spike and Snaps walked out the door. Spike wasn't impressed with his cronies' find, but his eyes narrowed in suspicion and they started cautiously looking around. "Okay. Good. We get in, try to get Woody out, then everyone meets back in the vent." Fox whispered to his band. As Spike and Snaps turned the corner, Fox and Link quickly snuck along the wall behind them then peaked under the door. Woody was being heavily guarded. "Blast." Fox muttered under his breath.
"Now what?" Link asked.
"Look out!" Fox shushed him and they quickly hid under some of the books as they heard the footsteps coming back. Spike and Snaps returned to the office and the over-sized bulldog gave orders to have Woody moved. As they did so, Fox beckoned Link and the two of them rushed up and pulled the door shut then ran for it.
"Someone's on the loose. Get them!" Spike growled. Puss, delighted at the prospect of having some fun at the prisoners' expense, wasted no time and dashed out the door with Scar accompanying him. They looked around the corner but didn't see any escapees. However, they ran that way and slowly looked around. Suddenly, the two of them were tripped, then lassoed together. They found their mouths being covered with duct tape. Fox and Link dragged them into another office and shoved them into a dark closet. They closed the door and headed back into the vent.
Fox and Link met the others in the middle hall of their square tunnel. "Well?" Jiminy asked.
"Well, we got two of them. They're put away for now for safe keeping." Link sighed.
"They've still got Woody." Mitsy looked at them sadly.
"And I don't see any way to get them away from him." Wheezy shook his head.
"They're moving him and who knows where they'll take him or what they'll do to him." Mitsy whimpered.
"So what do we do?" Daisy asked.
"We follow their trail." Fox said. "Come on." So they followed the voices, using Daisy's ear as a guide as they ventured farther into the maze. They soon found another vent door and peeked through it. The crooks were carrying Woody through a door, though Spike was becoming ticked off at how long it was taking two of his best ruffians to return. He told Raganoff to find them and the big rat trudged along begrudgingly.
"Where are they taking him?" Wheezy asked.
"I'll go see." Jiminy said.
"No, Jiminy." Hank shook his nose.
"Hey, I hardly think they'll notice me." Jiminy shrugged.
"Be careful." Mitsy and Wheezy whispered worriedly. The cricket gave them a thumb's up and effortlessly squeezed through the bar. Making sure the coast was clear, he hopped across the hall to the door the gang had entered through. He looked under then crawled under!
"Oh, I hope they don't see him!" Daisy chattered her buck teeth. Only a moment later, they saw Jiminy appear again and he quickly scurried back over to them. "What's going on?" Daisy asked.
"You...you don't wanna know." Jiminy gulped.
"What are they doing to Woody?!" Mitsy demanded. "Jiminy, what's happening to him? Tell me, please!"
"They're...they're..." the grim-faced cricket hung his head.
"What?!" The other toys snapped.
"He's out cold. It's a storage room. They're going to drill his head through." Jiminy said angrily.
"NO!" Mitsy hollered, forgetting to keep her voice down.
"No! Not Woody!" Wheezy shuddered in horror.
"Guys, someone help me please! You can stay here if you want to, but I'm not gonna let them!" Mitsy blurted anxiously.
"You can't go out there by yourself!" Fox protested, grabbing her arm.
"I don't care. We have to save Woody!" Mitsy argued.
"I'll help you." Jiminy said. "Come with me." Fox and Link reluctantly opened the vent door, Mitsy and the cricket rushed across through another door. It was adjacent to the next room and had extra storage in it. They hurried to the other door. They scrambled up on the boxes to look through the large glass window in the door. They could see it all: there was Woody, comatosed to the world, lying flat and the horrid snake grinning his fangs as he turned on the drill. They were all laughing. Mitsy was sick to her stomach. It was like being in a nightmare!
"Help me!" She begged to the cricket. They jerked a hammer down off one of the shelves. It was incredibly heavy, almost too heavy for the two underweight toys to manage. But they had to save Woody! How Mitsy wished Buzz was here to help! She reared back as best as possible without falling over and with all her might, tossed the tool forward. It clashed and loudly shattered the glass. Mitsy and Jiminy jumped to the floor and hid under a box. The gang angrily entered, Spike's booming footsteps echoing on the floor. The large dog sniffed the air, then rolling his eyes, he left with his co-conspirators. "What do we do now?" Mitsy asked the little friend lying on her hair.
"Let's get the others. Maybe somehow we'll be able to get Woody out of there." Jiminy answered.
"Do you think it's safe?"
"No one is safe as long as they remain in here, Your Highness." Jiminy sighed. "As I'm sure you know that."
"Too well." Mitsy gulped. Spike didn't enter the room from the door they'd snuck in, and thankfully so far, they didn't hear the drill running! "Okay." Mitsy inhaled nervously. They cautiously opened the door, and looked around. No sign of the bad guys. Wheezy, through the bars of the vent door, beckoned them hurriedly to come back. Mitsy made a dash for the vent.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Spike chuckled. Mitsy froze in fear, then turned to face them. But she didn't run. She was frightened, but she was tired of always cowering before him. That only made him gloat. Though her heart was jumping crazily, she stood still with her hands on her hips and glared up at him. Besides, if they had their eyes on her, at least they were away from Woody.
"You know something? I'm getting really sick of you." The little princess snarled. "I'm sick of you all hurting other toys just because you think it's fun. You've hurt me and my friends, and I despise you for it. Why don't you just quit? This has got to stop! Leave Woody alone! Please, stop being a monster!" She begged. The gleam in his eyes dashed her hopes, but she had to keep trying. "Let my friends go! Just let them go! Haven't you done enough?! Just stop it! It has to stop!"
"You're right." He sneered. "It does have to stop." He grinned hideously. They all laughed creepily and slowly approached her.
"You're not a toy." She gulped. "You're a piece of plastic, and that's all you'll ever be." They only laughed more. Mitsy realized that she had to run...if she wanted to stay alive, and if it would lead them away from Woody. "We'll never join up with the likes of you!" She shrieked then dashed away. But then something grabbed her leg and she fell. The figure was dragging her from behind. She looked back...it was Slim. And Snaps opened the vent door to reveal Fox, Link, Hank, Daisy, and Wheezy!
The sad group was once again locked inside the room Mitsy had first met them in. Everyone sat around miserably, not sure what to do. She was very worried now. Surely Woody was officially dead by now! She raised her hand to her mouth. "This is all my fault." She said sadly.
"It was a try and it went south. Just leave it at that." Link muttered, staring straight ahead.
"It was foolish. It was my stupid idea." Mitsy groaned. "Who do I think I am? Buzz or Woody could've pulled this off, but I had to just give into my emotions without thinking. It's my fault all of you are back in here. I'm sorry!" She sniffled.
"It wasn't anybody's fault." Fox said firmly. "Look, yes it was foolish. But someone had to do something. I would've done the same thing."
"Then why didn't you?" Daisy asked sharply.
"Please stop." Wheezy moaned. "Snapping at each other isn't helping." He shuffled close to Mitsy and leaned his head on her shoulder. She bit her lip and leaned on him. Jiminy patted her head as he was still standing on her shoulder.
"Please, please find us, Buzz," Mitsy whispered. "We need help, and I can't do this alone! I thought I could, but I can't. We need you! Please help us, Buzz. Find us! Please!" She didn't even want to think about Woody's fate at the moment!
Suddenly, the door burst open and Puss entered with that grisly grin of his. Spike was standing outside the door, smirking. All the toys stared wide-eyed at the ugly cat. His eyes went straight on the princess and he approached her. Mitsy gulped: she'd seen that look on him too many times before and it made her feel sick. What was it gonna be this time? She frightfully backed away from him till she was leaning against the wall. "We're going for a little ride, princess." He said smugly and reached his creepy paws toward her.
"No." Mitsy grimaced. "No, please! I don't want to. No!" She scrunched up against the wall. Puss only laughed at her. She slapped his wrists and jabbed his foot with her own but it didn't do any good. He snatched her and held her up in the air above his head. "Please! Put me down!" Mitsy wailed and flung her arms and legs around wildly.
"Shut up!" Puss hollered in delight. Hank, feeling awful for the princess and with grown respect for her since he found out she was Wheezy's friend, rushed up to the cat and smacked his tail to the ground.
"Put her down!" He growled, but Puss flung him by his chin across the room till he hit the wall. Then the feline scurried out of the room.
"Wheezy! Woody needs help!" Mitsy called back to him, fear written all over her face as to what kind of torture Spike and his gang had cooked up for them this time. Spike closed the door and locked it before anyone else could run out.
Wheezy hung his head and his lip quivered. "No." He moaned. "They can't do this to my friends. Why did they ever have to be brought to a place like this? I almost wish I didn't know they were here! I hate to think of what's happening to them!"
"I'm so sorry, Wheezy." Jiminy sighed, touched the penguin's flipper. "I wish there was something we could do."
"I hope they're not too hard on her." Wheezy gulped hard, though he knew they would be. She'd tried to escape and had been caught. That was a major felony in Spike's world.
Puss stood over the edge of the washing machine in the boiler room downstairs. He raised Mitsy high in the air with his paws. She looked down in fright. "Don't!" She begged.
"Have fun playing Ring-Around-the-Rosie!" Puss grinned, and threw her inside. She roughly hit the back of her head then Puss slammed the lid down shut.
Oh, Buzz, where are you guys?! Your friends need you...fast! Open to reviews.
