*Patricia Farmer, your question about the title? I did in fact get it from the three musketeers'! And also, Woody and the gangs motto is all about staying together and fighting for each other, so it just fits!*
Bo moaned, moving her head to the right. She rubbed a spot on the side, thankful that nothing was cracked. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was no longer in the steel cage, but in what looked like an office of some sort.
"What the heck? Where am I?" She said to herself.
"You'll find out soon enough, my dear. Pete said, coming out of the shadows. Come along now." He went to grab her arm, but Bo moved it before could.
"You will not lay another hand on me! Tell me where you dragged me off to right now!" Pete rolled his eyes.
"Alright, if you must now, we're in a basement storage of one of the largest museums in Montreal. There is a new exhibit that just opened, and you are going to be it's main display piece."
"No way. You are not locking me in some glass display box!"
"Unfortunately, you don't have a choice, sweetheart. Now let's go. The museum will be opening in an hour. We have to get you in your place."
Woody stood in the center of the room where the steel cages were. Bo and Pete were nowhere to be found.
"They aren't here! Duke, you said they would be here!" Giggle snapped, jumping on the daredevils shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Gigs. I assumed Pete was going to take her back here." Duke said.
"Did you see the size of this city? Rex cried. He could've taken her anywhere!"
"What do we do now?" Mrs. Potato Head asked.
"Settle down, everyone. Quiet." Buzz said, before going over to Woody. "Woody, talk to me, buddy. What are you thinking?"
"Give me a minute." Woody whispered. He thought for another minute, before turning to the others. "We need to head back out towards the street and go high. Get a good lay of the area. He can't have taken her far." They followed him back outside and up along the back of the building, making their way up to the roof. From there, they could see a good chunk of the town. "No this just won't do. We need to find a map of the city so we can see where things are."
"Will this help?" Hamm asked, holding up a cell phone. Woody looked at him, sternly.
"Where did you get that?!"
"Some human left it behind on the train. Fellow didn't even know it was gone." Woody slapped his hand against his head.
"Alright, from this point on, no stealing from humans unless absolutely necessary!" The cowboy took the phone from Hamm and opened up the maps app. He saw that there were several office buildings around them, a grocery store, and a daycare center. "Dang it. Pete wouldn't go to any of these places."
"Are we sure he wouldn't go to a daycare center?" Duke asked.
"Pete hates kids, so that would be a hard no." Buzz said.
"Didn't Pete once come from a dime store?" Slinky asked.
"I doubt any of those even exist anymore, Slink." Potato Head said.
"Woody, is there any chance Pete may have taken Bo to a museum?" Jessie asked.
"Why would he..." Woody began to say, but stopped when he saw what Jessie was looking at. In the distance was a huge billboard for the McCord Museum. In bold letters it said: New exhibit! Antiques in the attic. Come see a collection of toys from the 1800's to today!
"A toy museum?" Buzz said.
"No, an exhibit in the museum that showcases old toys. Giggle said. But Bo's not a toy."
"But she is an antique. Woody said. When first distributed, there were about a thousand Bo Peep lamps made. Now Bo is one of ten still around. Having her in that kind of exhibit would be the same as if..." He just realized Pete's plan.
"If what, Woody?' Rex asked.
"That's it, that's his plan. Jessie, we were supposed to go to that museum in Tokyo. That's how he's going to get us. He's using the exhibit and Bo to lure us into another museum."
"That's insane!" Hamm said.
"How far away is the museum?" Giggle asked. Buzz took the phone from Woody and punched in the address from the billboard.
"According to the map, it's at the end of the street, down that way. About five minutes." Buzz said, pointing to the left.
"Five minutes? Potato Head snapped. With our tiny feet, that could take two hours!"
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's move!" Jessie cried. They ran back down the side of the building and ran in the direction of the museum.
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Bo stood on her stand in the middle of the display case watching the last of the people leave for the day. When the last person had left, she tried to pull her wrist from the twist tie that Pete had used to secure her to the display stand. She pulled and tugged, but her wrist couldn't get free.
"You might as well cut your losses, baby. Pete said, coming up to the side of the case. You're never going to break those."
"Let me go, now!" Bo said through clenched teeth.
"Not a chance, my porcelain beauty. Hopefully, your cowboy has figured out by now where I've taken you and is headed here right this minute. But then again, it may take him a while, he is pretty stupid."
"You shut up. Woody is the smartest toy in the world. He'll find me and put a stop to your plan." He grabbed her chin and lifted her face towards him.
"You sound so sure that he'll stop me, yet you forget that I bested him on the train. Stabbing him wasn't the worst thing I could've done to him, sweetheart. Once he gets here, you'll see. Or not. We shall see. Now, let's have a little fun before your cowboy arrives." He moved closer to her, his hand about to lift up the glass when something hit Pete, making him scream. In his hand was a tiny metal spear.
"Step away from my wife." Woody said, a crossbow in his hand