"Excuse me, sir, I need to see some ID."

Woody felt a poke at his leg and jumped, being startled awake. He was wet with dew and Buzz was still asleep on the ground next to him. He looked up at the offensive poker and saw a police officer.

Shit, he thought.

"Um, excuse me ma'am, we were just resting," he said, trying to figure out what a human would do in this situation. I mean, shit, he thought to himself. I myself am a sheriff, surely i can talk to the lady.

He stood up, a bit unsteadily, and brushed himself off. "Pardon me," he said, gathering himself. Buzz was starting to stir next to him.

"Sir, I need to see some ID. What were you doing sleeping in the park? You are aware that is illegal?" the lady prodded. "You know, we got a call last night about two men, and the description matches pretty damn closely to you two."

"I am sorry, miss. This wasn't intentional, my friend and I were taking a walk early this morning and must have... fell asleep."

She stared at him, no emotion showing on her face. Buzz finally woke up and stood next to Woody, looking around nervously before speaking up.

"He's right, it was an accident. We should introduce ourselves, I'm Buzz and he's Woody."

Woody stared at him in horror for his slip in words, before realizing they had no way of identifying themselves so it didn't really matter.

"Buzz and Woody?" the woman asked skeptically.

"Nicknames," woody jumped in. "I'm afraid we don't have our IDs on us, we don't usually carry them when we are doing our morning walks."

She stared them up and down, surveying their clothing.

"Give me your names then, I need to run them through the scanner."

Woody's mouth gaped open before he realized he was at a loss. He couldn't give her a fake name, could he? What was a scanner?

While he hesitated, Buzz took action.

"Oh my god, is that a lost child?" He gasped, pointing behind the woman. When she turned to look, he grabbed Woody's hand and they took off.

Woody stumbled along the path as Buzz pulled him, panicked. This was a pickle.

"Stop, police!" The woman yelled, and they heard her in pursuit. "I'll shoot!"

Woody knew a thing or two about guns from Andy's playing, and he knew it was bad.

"Shit Buzz, run!"

Just as Buzz let go, Woody felt a sharp pain in his lower leg and his body lit up, before he fell to the ground.