In the cellar, Miss Dashwood had got rid of the dirt. However, she was still wet trough and her hair was shaggy. She felt miserable and gave a little cry. Now what? She was alone and terribly lost, and what's more, her sanity was in danger! She could bare the coldness and the wet dress alright, but she was deadly afraid of the dead flies. What was coming next? She didn't dare to move. Her mind filled with happy memories.

Katie and her beautiful drawings! Miss Dashwood was quite an aesthetic person and loved music and art. When was she next to enjoy of them? Never? Then her thoughts went on to Bo and Woody. What a pleasing couple, never too noisy or ridiculous! And Bo had just told her how to keep a dress smooth after a harsh handling by Andy. What a pleasure it would be to take good care of this particular dress she was now wearing! She felt that it was ripped and muddy -and she laughed melancholically. Then her mind turned to Buzz. He was always so amusing and humorous. She had never received a bad word from him, no! He was indeed a gentleman she would always remember with joy. And what about Zurg? Was he not a good-looking human-toy-being, he still happened to be the best friend she had ever known. And absolutely the funniest man in the world! She really loved his company and missed him already! What a shame that he was an alien monster... Then Marianne remembered Jessie. She had been a dear friend to her, too. She was the only one who knew her secrets about her past. The past she would never forget… Her very first owner, a little girl, was found dead in a sandpit. She herself had seen a spider coming out of her mouth just before her mother started to scream. Miss Dashwood cried long. Victoria had been a sweet owner in the age of seven.

But what about the rescuers? They were now in the washing room shouting Miss Dashwood.

Katie peeped into a basket:

"If only I could see what'z down there, on the bottom… Missus Dazzling!?"

Matt thought that she didn't get high enough and pushed her a little forward. Katie fell into the basket and snarled some bad words. Matt was greatly amused of what had happened and horse-laughed a long while.

"Katie, chick, are you alright?"

"Dontcha call me chick afta pushin' me in the middle of dirty baby clotha fullov Semper and Bona! And herez also a towel that smells like Pedigree Pal!"

Everybody laughed, even Zurg. As Katie climbed up, Matt voluntarily left the place and went to one little door.

"Ya wait for me now, Mattie-boy! It'z yar good luck that I didn' get it on me! Othawize…"

Buzz and Zurg walked to Matt. That mysterious little door was closed. It looked eerie and Buzz was ready to go seek outside in the garden.

"She can not possibly be there!"

"Hold your horses, boy! I am not missing a single place she might be! This door must be opened!"

Zurg meant what he said.

"Now…Who of you can do the same than Jessie?"

"You mean…open the door like that…particular way?" Buzz remembered some happenings from the last year. Zurg was a bit annoyed for he thought that they continuously lost valuable time:

"Yes, you wise-cracker, and this time, please, no wind-reactions."

"What…! How do you know about it?!"

"A little bird has told me…"

Buzz's cheeks were burning. Katie looked gravely at the Emperor:

"Well, no one of us can do it…The only choice is to get Jessie here."

Miss Dashwood had stood up again. She had decided to walk on. She could hardly expect anything worse! She sang an old tune from the movie "Fievel in America" and tried to wipe the terrible happenings out of her mind. Suddenly she felt warmer air around her. What could this mean? Was she near the door out of there? She speeded up and felt for a wooden door that was a little ajar. She heard a low humming voice that was getting harder and harder all the time as she went forward. When she entered the room behind that wooden door, she was struck by hot and heavy humidity and loud rumpus. She had difficulties to breathe. She groped forward and as she did not feel anything coming against her, she went a little faster. But oh! She stumbled to something and fell on her stomach. Her hands went full of something. It felt like a wisp of cloud. Tears of pain filled her eyes and she tried to fumble for the gadget that had made her fall. She smiled in the middle of her tears when she knew she was handling a flashlight. She tried to get her hands clean to be able to turn it on. Slowly she realized what it actually was in her fists; her eyes widened for horror. It was cobweb.

Jessie had come to the washing room. Zurg greeted her thankfully and showed her the door. It was low and a black-painted one, with a silver knob. Jessie saw it and then looked around.

"I could use that blotter and its hose…If only I could have something rolling under my feet."

"Unfortunately I am not available for that kind of a purpose!" joked Zurg.

Suddenly Jessie got an idea and ran to the kitchen. She returned with a spoon and a little salt-pot.

"Now, Katie, you know what I have in mind."

"Righto! If I jump, you'll jump!"

The girls set the spoon on the salt-pot in front of the door. Katie climbed on Matt's shoulders and Jessie went to stand on her place on the spoon's ladle end. Then Katie jumped down on the other end and Jessie flew trough the air to the knob and twisted it. The door opened slowly. The toys saw rocky stairs behind it, leading to some somber space.

Zurg was contented and already ready to go. Jessie looked down to the darkness and got scared.

"I think I'll just stay up here."

Buzz went immediately to her and she nuzzled towards him. He smoothed her hair and whispered comforting words in her ear.

"You go upstairs, honey, and make everything ready for Miss Dashwood in case she is in bad condition. My own little beauty…Yes, I will be alright. Now go!"

Jessie calmed down as she had something important to do. She started to run upstairs.

Zurg was hurrying others up.

"Matt and Katie, stop that sickening dove-love trash and follow me! And Buzz, do put your wings down already!"

In the little room of the cellar, Miss Dashwood was in panic. She desperately tried to find the button of the flashlight. If only the batteries had power! She found what she was looking for and turned the light on. What she saw was a scene straight from her darkest nightmares: she saw a gigantic rowdy watershed only half a meter in front of her – behind which she saw a nest of spiders, full of little ones springing all over and bigger ones coming closer to her. And, in the middle of the nest, there was a body of a young toy woman, wholly covered with the cobweb and her other leg missing. Miss Dashwood felt dizzy. And as she saw this woman blink an eye to her, she screamed and lost her conscious.