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Buzz kept a countdown of how long it had been since the crew truly got played with. It had been a year now, according to his calculations. Bonnie had lost touch with her toys just a few days after her twelfth birthday. Though she was still a sweet, compassionate girl, she gave up her imagination to something she couldn't hold or model with just her hands-she went to writing instead.

All day long, she sat at her desk, creating new ideas and typing like a fiend. She often read her story out loud, trying to find errors and wondering what would make sense. To her toys, her writing was fantastic. She had talent and passion that they had only seen during playtime. The toys sat in the closet, listening to Bonnie read the seventh chapter of her new book. Buzz and Jessie listened in, telling their friends what was happening in the book. The other toys listened in, wanting to know what was happening.

"What's going on?" Rex asked," Who is the thief?"

"I don't think that Bonnie would reveal who stole Miss Trixie's jewels in the seventh chapter, Rex," Sarah said," But maybe they'll talk more about Mr. Forkton. Real interesting guy."

"And what about The Churchill's son?" Dolly brought up," I'll bet he's the thief."

Before the chapter went on, Bonnie was called down by her mother. She placed the pages on her desk and ran downstairs. While the toys ran out of the closet to quickly read the chapter, the girl went into the living room. Her parents were putting old pots, pans and trinkets in boxes, with Albert playing with toys and making random noises. Bonnie's mother smiled at her daughter and handed her marker to her husband.

"Hi sweetie," her mom said, "I know that you're working on your book, but we have an important job for you. We're having a yard sale today, tomorrow and Sunday and we wanted to know if there was anything you'd want to get rid of. Maybe sell some old clothes or toys…"

"Well," Bonnie was unsure," I'm sure I could get rid of some stuff. But the toys…"

"I know it's hard to part with something you've had for forever," her mother said,"You've loved those toys since you were little. Hey, how about you see what ones Albert wants and then the rest you can sell! So you'll still have some of your old toys in the house and the others won't be collecting dust."

Bonnie had to admit that that was a good idea. She loved her toys but they weren't doing any good in her closet. As she happily took a box, she called for her brother and they went to her room. Meanwhile, the crew was reading the seventh chapter, with Jessie narrating and different toys doing different voices.

"...Mr. Forkton was furious that Virginia Churchill would say such a thing!" Jessie read off of the paper, turning to Forky.

"`How could you accuse me of stealing those jewels?" Forky recited," I was the one who stood up for you when Jake Dolly accused you of taking those jewels all for yourself/"

"At least I wasn't snoopin' around the old vanity lookin for Miss Trixie's purple diamond," Sarah read her part," You did it and you know it!"

"Well I just have one problem with that-"

"Bonnie's coming!" Dolly yelped.

"That's not the line," Forky said, before being dragged into the closet by Buzz.

The group hid quietly in the closet, watching as Bonnie opened her front door and Albert followed in. Jessie felt herself breathing quickly as she saw a box fall to the side of the closet door. That sound was all too familiar to her. Only Forky, Karen and Sarah didn't know what was going on. As soon as the closet door opened, the toys froze in place. Albert sat down next to his sister.

"So I get to pick any toys I want?" he asked excitedly.

"Yep!" she said," And whichever ones you don't want, you just put in the box."

The group, although silent, felt internal panic as Albert excitedly picked up Buzz. He wanted Buzz for the longest time and he finally had him. He looked at the Potato Heads and tossed them into the box, feeling that six years old was too big for such toys. He thought the same for Slinky Dog and Buttercup. The Aliens and the dinosaurs caught his eye as he gathered all of them up. Dolly and Mr. Pricklepants were internally screaming as they were tossed into the box.

Albert looked among the other toys, wondering what else he could have for his own. He took a long look at Sarah and Jessie.

"Nah," he said, dropping the cowgirl and the superhero into the box then picking up Forky and Karen," Thanks Bonnie!"

Bonnie smiled at her brother, as he gathered his toys and left, and pulled out the rest of her toys. Bullseye was tossed next to Jessie. The cowgirl was in shock as the box was closed. Bonnie carried the box onto the front lawn. Jessie was panicking, breathing heavily as the others tried to calm her down. Sarah looked through the holes of the box, looking for an escape route. She quickly reversed her outfit and her hair and ran to one of the holes. Dolly watched the hero as she tried to find a way out.

"Sarah, what are you doing?" she asked.

"We're stuck in this box and we need to get out," she declared," Though I don't know how."

"We aren't supposed to get out," Mr Potato Head said, turning to his wife," If we're gonna get sold, we'll be bought together."

"What are you talking about?"

"Sarah," Jessie breathed out," Bonnie is getting rid of us. We're being sold at a yard sale!"

Sarah's face dropped as she looked to the group. They knew it more than she did. They understood what was going on, but she didn't. She didn't get that this was the end of being with Bonnie. The hero felt a lump in her throat as she leaned against the wall of the box. Five years of playing games and having adventures and it ended on the front lawn, where Sarah would be sold to another person. Seeing that Jessie was breathing heavily, the girl sat next to her best friend and placed a hand on her back.

"It's gonna be okay," Sarah whispered, "I know you've been through this before, but you've been strong each and every time. We're gonna be okay and we're gonna get out of here. We will…"

Jessie smiled at her best friend and hoped that this would be over. The group heard people talking and walking by, but the box wasn't opened. They waited for what seemed like hours. Jessie kept her eyes on the opening of the box. She needed fresh air. She lost Emily, Andy and now Bonnie… suddenly, the box opened and the toys went back to being still. A little girl, with black hair in pigtails and wide eyes peered into the box. She smiled at all the toys, eyes scanning for the perfect one. Then, she gasped as she reached for Jessie. She grabbed the cowgirl and looked at her with true amazement. The little girl then spotted Bullseye, and exclaimed excitedly that she saw a 'horsey'. Then, Sarah was picked up.

"Daddy, daddy!" the little girl saw her father walk over,"Look at all these neat toys I found!"

"Ah, they're pretty cool, Cindy," he said," Are those the toys you want?"

Mr. Potato Head and Slinky thought the happy young man looked familiar. It wasn't Andy because his hair was too dark and his clothes were too dark. There was an evil presence looming over the young man. As he shut the box, the two sat up with the realization of who it was as they heard him tell his daughter this-

"Now, you must take good care of your toys. I was never good to my toys and...well, just make sure they're in good condition."

"Sid!" the two toys exclaimed.

"Who?" Dolly asked.

"He was the kid who lived next door before we moved," Slinky explained.

"He would terrorize toys for fun," Mr. Potato Head continued," He was a menace, I tell ya, a menace!"

"Those poor toys," His wife cried outloud.

"We can only hope that they're safe...wherever they go," Mr. Pricklepants sighed.

From the bedroom window, Buzz watched as Jessie was carried off into the car. His heart broke as the only toy he'd ever loved was gone, lost to a kid that had a father that looked like...Sid. At that, Buzz couldn't help but smile, remembering how Woody completely terrorized the kid. Those were memories that would never leave his mind. But memories that made him realize his best friends were no longer with him.