Woody and Buzz froze when the light clicked on, as they were accustomed to doing as toys whenever there was human movement.
"Mom! Mom! There's strange men in here!" They heard Andy scream.
This shocked them out of their frozen state, and they whipped around to see Andy leaping out of bed, brandishing a baseball bat towards them. "i don't know who you are," he shouted. "Or why you're dressed like freaks, but you're going down, pervs!"
Woody held up his hands, not knowing what else to do. "Andy, we can expla-"
He was cut off by the door flying open and Andy's mother came flying in, weilding a frying pan. "Andy, get back!" she yelled, charging at them.
Woody and Buzz hesistated for a second before leaping into action, ducking on either side of them and fleeing for the door. Andy made no move to stop them as they took off into the hallway and down the stairs, hearing his mother close behind.
They thundered down the hall to a stop in front of the door, Woody frantically trying and failing to unlock it with his new, bizzarely big and slippery hands. They were damp for some reason he couldn't figure out, and the same wetness was pouring down his face and back. He finally got the door open just as Andy's mother reached them, swinging her frying pan.
Buzz flew out the door and down the street, with Woody close behind.
"Run, motherfuckers!" Andy's mom screamed. "You'll have to answer to the police soon!"
They moved as fast as they could, occasionally stumbling as they tried to adjust to their new, huge bodies. Strange things like watery eyes, shoelaces, and burning lungs were giving them problems they'd never had before. They finally made it to a large public park, ducking out of sight of the road before collapsing on a park bench.
Andy was gasping for air, another strange new sensation. His throat also burned, and he felt a craving for water. His legs were shaking slightly and more wetness was sticking his bangs to his forehead.
Buzz had his hands on his knees, also gasping for air. "What- are we going- to do?" he asked between breaths. Woody couldn't help but admire how nicely shaped his human form was.
Woody was at a loss for words. He knew very little about the outside world, only what he'd heard Andy discuss with friends or people on the computer. He knew nothing about money except humans liked it, and didn't know where to go to acquire it.
"I don't know Buzz," he muttered, feeling utterly defeated. They heard police sirens and quickly got up and moved deeper into the park, collapsing next to an oak tree. Woody leaned against it, and Buzz rested his head on Woody's shoulder. It was the last thing either of them did as they drifted off to sleep.