Remember I told you to pay special attention to Chapter 2 of Part I? Read here and find out why.
Okay, you brutal savages, time for the showdown! Woody, Buzz, and the gang stick together through thick and thin, so look out! Rope 'em, cowboy! Jessie, the roughest, toughest cowgirl in the wild west. Buzz Lightyear to the rescue! "Prepare to meet Mr. Angry Eyes." Yeah, go get 'em, guys! Go, Andy's/Bonnie's band: go, go, go!
"GGRRRAAYYWWHHHHH!" Woody roared and lassoed his pull-string, then looped it around Spike's feet. He held onto the string firmly before tightening it and aiming head first, bopped Spike, then kicked and pulled the dog's legs down, knocking him off his feet, onto the ground, surprisingly well for a light rag doll against the stonewall like plastic build of the bulldog. The mad cowboy doll pounded onto the huge dog's back, pressing his hands down with all the strength he could muster. "You murderous beast!" Woody snarled venomously through clamped teeth, and began punching him in frustration and extreme anger. "You savage brute!" Spike reached back with his big hand and grabbed Woody's arm, dragging him, then started banging the sheriff's head down, just like he did with Jack. Woody's head was already sore from the whack he'd received earlier, and this was making the pain he'd forgotten about worse. He felt like he was going to pass out.
Buzz struggled, then tried flipping over, which finally did get the falcon off his back. Just like Woody, his anger exploded through his body and gave him advantage of his powerful captor. When they'd been driven by fear, it had sapped their strength; however, when the deep anger and rage ran through their bodies like finger nails scratching a chalk board, the adrenaline had boosted them tremendously. Buzz and the falcon were wringing each other's shoulders, both grunting in angry frustration.
Suddenly Mitsy, Jessie, Potato Head, Slinky, Rex, and Trixie heard noises behind them and found themselves face to face with more adversaries! They all spread out in different directions. Slinky was being pursued by the boar with the pliers when he lost his footing and fell on his back. The boar opened the pliers and dug them into Slinky's middle! Slinky groaned in pain and rolled over and over but the pig kept twisting his coils. Then, the hog went sailing through the air until he hit his head on the wall and tumbled. "Slinky, are you okay?" Trixie asked.
Slinky went limp, relieved. "Thanks a lot," he whispered, massaging his sore, metal stomach. Then something caught his eye and he raced toward it. "I'll be back!" He called. Trixie heard footsteps behind her and twisted around to see Stinger about to whack her straight down on the head with a hammer! She charged toward him and flicked the scorpion up ahead of her, while the hammer slid away.
Rex ran towards Spike who was still wrangling Woody's noggin. He ran across the top of the crate, the cruel crate which had taken Jack's life. But it served as a bridge now where he could do something to help his friends. The dinosaur twirled around on one foot, just like he'd practiced for dancing, and whacked them with his tail, sending Spike and the falcon flying off the conveyor belt onto the metal shelves. Snaps and Puss ran after their fellow mobsters. "Hey, nice going, Rex." Buzz said. "Come on, Sheriff! Let's go get them!" He pulled Woody to his feet and they ran after the villains.
Snaps had grabbed the hammer that Stinger had dropped and almost directly clamped it down on Trixie's head (he was behind her) when Rex twirled again on his one foot and rammed into the crocodile who was skidded away. "Hey, nice going, Rex," Trixie smiled, impressed as he fell on top of her. "Thanks ever so much. Where did you learn that?"
"I've been practicing." Rex grinned.
"Sweet." Trixie cocked her head.
Jessie saw Puss in the Boots trying to sneak up on Slinky who was pushing a large box toward the tables. The loathsome feline grinned a sickening smile, as he was about to bash the unsuspecting, task-focused dog's head in with a heavy stapler. Jessie sprang forward to the ghastly crook, ready to wring his neck and twist his tail, but the Sniper figure blocked her path, bracing himself with his gun. He was well-trained, but was a little shorter and smaller built than the cowgirl, and had a soft body with plastic boots and a plastic helmet. Jessie snarled, ready to head-butt him, then toss him around like a flapjack, but he extended his leg out, tripping Jessie. She fell forward, huffing in aggravation when suddenly she couldn't see anything! It was dark! She frantically wagged her head in every direction, searching anxiously for just a sliver of light, but there was none. She spread her arms out, trying to feel around and touched a frighteningly familiar texture. Someone had placed an upside down cardboard box over her, and it wasn't very wide at all either! "HEY! NO!" Jessie cried out, half in fear, half in frustration. "I don't have time for this! Help! LET ME OUT!" She hollered loudly. She leaned on her back, arched it, and kicked her legs up hard, directly above her head, which sent the cruel confinement up in the air, away from her! Jessie sat up and gasped heavily.
"Come on, cowgirl. We've got some no good loafers to take on." Potato Head said, extending his hand to her and helping her to her feet. Rex placed her hat back on, as it had fallen off when she sat up.
"You're safe now, Jessie!" Rex exclaimed. "We need your help."
"Thanks a lot, fellas." Jessie smiled, then excitedly gripped the ends of her hat over her head. "Come on!" Ordinarily, Jessie would still be in a petrified state after being in trapped in that narrow space, but she couldn't afford to right now. Her friends were in trouble! "Hey, Slink! Is he..."
"He's fine. Except he ain't wasting time jawing like we are!" Potato Head groaned. And the three of them took off.
"Woody?! Slinky? Where are you guys?!" Mitsy called out as she ran in random directions, not sure where to go, and just wanting to escape.
"Mitsy?! Mitsy, over here!" She heard Woody's voice and saw him afar off, running after Snaps the crocodile. He was trying to lasso him, with Buzz in tow, ready to help nab the cowardly croc.
Mitsy anxiously darted for the cowboy, her heart pounding. Maybe there was something she could do to help capture one her mean and heartless marauders. "I'm coming!" She called.
"No ya don't," A sly voice said gloatingly. Mitsy felt firm arms encircle her and snatch her up in the air. The figure mercilessly dug his fingers into her hair, holding her above the ground like a damp rag. She grimaced and flailed around. It was Puss in the Boots. He, like the Sniper, wasn't that tall or muscular, but he sure made up for it with his cruel tactics and torture skills! And he was bigger than her.
"Let me go!" Mitsy shouted frightfully in anger. The cat just smiled smugly.
"What? Don't tell me you're upset to see me again." Puss scoffed. "Haven't you enjoyed our company? You weak, worthless little fiend!" Mitsy did manage to slap him.
"You...you're a murderer!" She shouted with choked up emotions in her throat. "Help!"
"Mitsy?!" Woody called from somewhere far away.
"Buzz! Woody! Help!" She called out.
"Hey, gun boy, how about a little target practice, huh?" Puss laughed and Mitsy's face turned to horror when she saw the Sniper aiming straight at her! And that horrid cat was roughly throwing her around, swaying her back and forth in front of him so his slimy face would be spared from the sharp needle bullets of the gun. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" The cat laughed like a maniac. "Can't do it, you can't get a good mark." He taunted the gunman. Sniper fired, but missed, much to Mitsy's relief, but eventually he'd make his mark and she was terrified. "Ha, ha, ha! Ya missed! Try it again!" Puss cheered.
"Aaahh!" Mitsy screamed, but then her voice was blocked as Puss, for the second time this night, covered her mouth. She crunched her teeth onto his paw, again. Then, just as suddenly as she had been grabbed and used as a shield, just as quickly, her two assailants disappeared from view! She dropped to the ground, and heard them hollering in frustration. She looked up and saw Rex. He'd again twirled around perfectly on one foot and had sent those horrid bandits into a dizzy spell with his tail. He bent down to help her stand. He reached out his tiny arm to her equally small hand.
"Are you all right?" Rex asked anxiously as she stood up.
"Oh, Rex!" Mitsy cried and wrapped her arms around the gentle, good-natured dinosaur. She tightly hugged his larger frame, shivering. "Thank you, buddy! Thanks...Godzilla!" She briefly smiled.
"It's okay." Rex shrugged. Then something hard rammed into them out of nowhere, sending Rex yards away. Mitsy gasped when she recognized Stinger the scorpion. He swung a hammer backwards in the air, intending to hit her. Mitsy sharply turned and ran for it.
Woody had heard her cry for help, which distracted him from the mission at hand. But as he'd attempted to rush to her aid, Snaps tripped Woody with his long tail, then grabbed him from behind in a head lock, choking him. Woody gagged and tried to rid his throat of his assailant, but he couldn't. Then he heard a familiar, high-pitched, wild voice that reminded him of a bobcat. Woody would know that voice anywhere. "Let him go, you big varmint!" Jessie screeched as she came running and pounced like a cougar onto the crocodile's back. She wrangled her arms and legs around his neck and squeezed as hard as she could. Snaps ripped her off and tossed her aside. "Oohf!" She huffed with clenched fists and ran back at him. She pulled on his claws around Woody's neck, trying to jerk them back. She yanked with all her might, but Snaps shoved her away again. But Jessie wouldn't give up. Then she snapped her fingers, knowing exactly what to do! She grabbed the reptile's cotton-stuffed tail and dug her teeth vigorously into it. The hostile lizard yelped like a crow and bounced up in the air like a jack-in-the-box. He instantly let go of the cowboy, then Jessie started biting mercilessly at him on his arms, hands, and tail. He started running when Buzz pounced on him and tackled him to the floor. He sat on top of the reptile's back, firmly pressing Snaps' head down.
"Stay down, you coward!" Buzz barked close to Snaps' ear. "You and your other scum won't get away. I'd like nothing better than to put an end to you and the rest of your filthy sinners, but I'm not gonna do that. We will, however, put an end to your dark deeds tonight. Never again, you cursed pad of stuffing. Never again!" Snaps suddenly sprang up and flipped Buzz onto his back, then turned to attack. But Buzz was an expert member of Star Command, sharply trained in the martial arts, and kicked the croc's feet, knocking him down again. Buzz immediately got to his own feet, somersaulted behind his assailant, and pinned him down again. "Try it again," Buzz smirked. Potato Head and Trixie arrived and dragged the lizard away. Buzz smiled at Jessie and she grinned back, then came back to Woody and helped him up.
"Thanks a lot, Jess," Woody smiled. "Way to go, cowgirl!" He gave her a thumb's up.
"Thanks. You know, you're not so bad yourself, Sheriff. Come on! Let's go corral some criminals!"
Jessie ran on ahead toward the hostile falcon who was grinning at the sight of his prey. But before she came within two inches of him, she suddenly started doing cartwheels and bounced away. "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah!" Jessie happily taunted him. "You can't catch me!" The angered bird gave pursuit and she kept up her crazy-at-this-moment-antics. He tried to charge and grab her but she was so fast that she dodged him every time. "You ain't so much, hot shot!" Then she suddenly just...stopped and the falcon rushed at her. "Go ahead, grab me! I dare ya, I double dare ya!" Jessie grinned, taunting him. The bird gleefully ran for this surprisingly super easy target. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." she warned, which stirred the bird's face to become even more dangerous looking. She just stood there, stock-still, hands on hips, tapping her foot, and a sneering smile on her face. She just stood there, waiting.
What an idiot, the falcon thought. This will be too easy. He charged straight at her when suddenly she did the same! She flipped into a ball on the ground, rolling over, and then spread out her feet, kicking his legs. He tripped, growled, and looked around for that mangy cowgirl.
"Over here, Smarty Pants!" Jessie called from behind him. "Come on, slow poke." The bird stood up quickly and whisked himself around, but was unexpectedly snatched from behind by his elbow and flipped over backwards. He shook his head to gather his thoughts and heard that blasted cowgirl giggling. He screeched, clenching his fists, and tried to stand himself up when some powerful, heavy object rammed right onto him, knocking him to his back again! He looked up to see dark blue eyes staring directly into his own, with angrily fierce eyebrows, a rounded force field pressing against his face, and steel-like hands pinning him down. He struggled but the masterly figure held him down even harder.
"Good work, Jessie! I've got him!" Buzz exclaimed proudly to his wife. "Nice work, cowgirl. I couldn't have done it without you!" They high-fived each other.
"Yippee!" Jessie cheered. Buzz had seen the bird charging at Jessie, and immediately began to fear for her safety, forgetting that she could hold her own. Unbeknownst to the cowgirl, he'd been chasing after the falcon while she distracted him. But then she'd seen her beloved and brave Space Ranger husband behind the falcon, and that's when she dared him to come after her. The plan worked out perfectly. Trixie came running to them with a tape gun, which they completely wrapped the bird up with, then Trixie rolled him away with her horn.
Woody looked around frantically for Mitsy. Where was she? He was not going to lose the little princess again, not after what had happened earlier tonight! He anxiously twisted his head in all directions, searching. "Mitsy? Mitsy!" He called, then turned to his left and saw Mitsy being pursued by one of the crooks. He gasped and started to run after her when he felt a sudden, merciless, bruising blow to his stomach and collapsed. "Aaargghh!" He gasped, the wind knocked out of him. He was trying to catch his breath and clutched his stomach when he glanced up. It was the Sniper! He'd kicked Woody hard where his guts would be with his plastic combat boot. He grinned sickeningly at the hurt cowboy and stepped menacingly toward him. He started to load his rifle. "No...please," Woody said feebly, shaking his head and grimacing. He still gasped, trying to receive some air back. The armed toy was aiming his gun directly at the middle of Woody's torso where the vest separated. The cowboy gritted his teeth, but the shot never came! The Sniper groaned and was tossed high into the air then was hanging upside down. Woody saw that it was Buzz and Potato Head! Buzz was holding the toy up by his ankle, as he was a smaller built action figure, and glared at him.
"Don't even think about it." Buzz said dangerously. Sniper gulped and Potato Head smacked his face.
"Take that, you pincushion rookie!" The spud growled, punishing him for what he'd done to Jessie by throwing the box on top of her. Trixie arrived with a tape gun carried in her mouth.
"Here ya go, guys." She said, then helped them incarcerate the dangerous toy.
"Thanks, Trixie." Buzz said, and helped Woody up.
"Thanks a lot, Buzz," Woody sighed.
"Where there's danger, there's a Space Ranger." Buzz grinned, saluting Woody. Woody would've smiled but didn't.
"I gotta go!" He cried, and ran away.
Stinger was coming fast at Mitsy with a hammer as she tried to flee from him. She tripped on her cape and fell over. The scorpion almost slammed her head with the hammer but Woody quickly dropped from the sky with his pull-string, wrapped his arm around her waist, and they both soared up in the air toward the hook he was hanging from. "Thanks, Sheriff." She whispered, hanging onto his neck.
"Just returning a favor," Woody smiled back in gratefulness from earlier when they were trapped in the box and she'd saved him from being torn to pieces. Buzz pinned the scorpion down and Jessie ran to help her husband. They rolled him up in tape. The cowboy and princess were sailing through the air when they saw Spike ahead of them, standing on a tall pile of boxes. He reached his arms out to grab them, and grinned hideously. "Hang on!" Woody commanded, Mitsy climbed onto his back and clasped her arms around his neck again while Woody pursed his lips in determination, stiffened his legs so that they were out in front of him and he rammed into the pile of boxes, like a bowling ball into the pins. Due to the impact, Mitsy slipped off him and flew down to the counter while Spike tumbled down too and the boxes piled on top of him. Woody landed on the highest one and slapped his knee. "Ha, ha!" He smirked. "Thought you could get rid of us, didn't ya? Ha, ha. Well, your number's up, pal." Then he hopped off and ran to assist Buzz and Jessie.
Something grabbed Mitsy's cloth ankle and was dragging her from behind, but it happened so quickly and then Mitsy felt arms grab her and throw her down on the ground. She shook her head, then looked up. There was Puss in the Boots, again, and in his right hand was a real dinner knife! "You!" She cried. Mitsy was frightened and started backing away, but the farther away she moved, the faster and closer he came. She was on her back, in the worst possible position for him to make a clean kill. This wicked stuffed animal seemed endlessly delighted in following the cruel, cold, and heartless steps of his leader, Spike and was just as bloodthirsty! And for some incoherent reason, he always seemed especially set on attacking her, probably because she appeared so defenseless in his eyes. Mitsy was panicking. THEN, like a light bulb flashing on in a dark room, Mitsy held her head up calmly. She knew what she had to do! She furrowed her brows and pursed her lips in determination. Puss was directly above her. He reared back and positioned the knife like a sword, ready to stab her clear through! But while his arms were raised, she gave his left leg a really good kick!
The cat hobbled, whining. "What!" He looked down at the doll, surprised, then angry. He growled, screeched, then tried again to dig the knife into her cotton body, but succeeded in jamming it against the metal counter. "Where are ya?! Where are ya?" He hissed in full hostility. He wasn't playing around anymore, he was angry now. Where did she go? Mitsy was on her back to his left, with a daring smile on her face. Puss snarled and tried again but missed. He kept digging it down, but the princess rapidly rolled around left and right, dodging his stabs, everything Buzz had taught her and practiced with her in self defense class coming together at once! Then she raised herself up on her hands and knees underneath the cat, knocking Puss off his feet! Then she pounced on his back after kicking his legs again, and grabbed his tail. Pressing her foot fully against his back to keep him down, she tied his tail in a knot. She determinedly, surprisingly turned the tables on her gleeful chief torturer! As Puss started to get up, Mitsy jumped on his back and twisted his hands behind him, gripping them with all her strength. He managed to stand up, but she was glued to him like a leech.
Buzz, Woody, and Jessie, all astounded, ran to them with the tape gun to assist her. "We'll take over now, tough girl." Buzz said, smiling and Woody proudly gave her a thumb's up.
"Classic self defense action if ever I saw it." Jessie smiled widely, slapping the princess on her back. Mitsy very slightly smiled, then backed up while her friends attempted to incarcerate the swarmly feline. They pinned him on the ground, keeping his hands behind his back. Mitsy glared at him with a pained face. He was horrible, beyond anything dark she could understand, or didn't dare want to understand, and it was still gagging to stare at his evil form, knowing what kind of toy he was. She sighed in relief, thankful that her three good friends were nearby, giving him what was due. Puss tried to get up, but they all pushed him down.
"Whoa, easy there, Pussy Cat," Woody grinned, pressing the bottom of his boot on the cat's head, to keep him pinned. "You're not going anywhere. Your fun's over! You've reached the end of the line!"
"What's the matter, tiger?" Jessie taunted. "Did you squawk at losing your Cat and Mouse game?"
"You'll pay for this, you bean bags!" Puss growled, as he was taped up.
Suddenly, Mitsy was grabbed around the throat by Spike! She tried to scream, but could only gag. The giant dog was choking her. Jessie heard the heavy footsteps behind them and looked. She gasped in horror. "NO!" Jessie shrieked, shaking her hands. Woody and Buzz looked up at the sound of her cry.
"HEY!" Woody gaped. He could not believe what he was seeing. "Let her go!"
"STOP!" Buzz demanded furiously. "Put her down!" Then the three of them raced after the wicked toy killer as he quickly stomped away, flailing the princess back and forth as his arms swayed at his sides. "Guys, give us a hand!" Buzz called to their friends.
"Hurry!" Woody yelled. "We've got to save her!"
Spike walked from the counters onto a giant drum bin and stopped near the edge, still gripping a stony hold on the doll's tiny neck. He may have been made of plastic, but he was dangerous. She was barely able to struggle against him anymore. The demonic bulldog grinned widely. Mitsy's eyes were squeezed shut. "Your precious Jack can't save you now." Spike smirked. Mitsy longed to call out for help, but she was desperately gasping for air to breathe. She couldn't stop choking. She didn't see it, but below the barrel in the concrete floor was a large sewer drain, and the heavy lid was barely held open by flimsy crowbars. Spike was laughing again and reared back.
Woody, Buzz, Mitsy's mind spoke her last words as she could feel the consciousness slipping away from her due to lack of air, take care of Bonnie and our friends.
"Have a nice swim!" Spike chuckled, but suddenly, Mitsy felt his hand rapidly loosen around her and as he flailed, she went flying. Woody, Buzz, Jessie, Slinky, Rex, Trixie, and Potato Head had sprung forward, all head-butting Spike at once in order to save their friend. They'd bopped him hard into the air. He howled in angry surprise, tumbling closer and closer down to the sewer! In he went, and the impact of his size and waving arms bumped into the crowbars which brought down the grate with a thunderous, chilling CLANK! that echoed throughout the massive room. The murderous beastly toy was defeated!
"Ugh!" Grimaced a stunned Rex, shrinking back and turning his head away.
"What a terrible way to go." Trixie commented quietly, grimacing.
"It's not what we intended to happen," Potato Head stated, "but that devil had it coming to him!"
"Yeah," Jessie agreed solemnly, "at least now he can't hurt anyone anymore."
Woody sighed heavily, hanging his head. Buzz patted his friend's shoulder as the cowboy tried to let the relief sink in. "Come on, everyone. Let's finish the rest of them off." Buzz spoke up and they headed back to a large box that Slinky had found. Inside, they had thrown all of the evil Spikes Gang members, each one wrapped in tape so they couldn't get away. Trixie and Rex closed the flaps while Woody and Buzz sealed the box six times.
"Everybody, push," Woody ordered, and they all shoved the box to one of the five garage doors, waiting for pickup. Woody quickly scribbled a message with a permanent marker on it: Found toys. Donate to Pack Rat Flea Market. Maybe with Spike the ruthless leader out of the picture to influence them, these other toys would possibly repent of their crimes and mend their ways.
It was all over! The battle was done! Everyone breathed in relief and marched to the exit door.
Our heroes could've sent the gang members to the dump. But knowing Woody, I honestly believe that he wouldn't have the heart to send any toy to that place, no matter how evil they were. Originally, I had written that they taped up Spike and threw him in the box too, but after consideration and a new idea, I felt that his fate in his own bloodthirsty method would be more satisfactory. His followers are weakened now, and it's possible they just might change down the road. But he fell into his own pit.
With all the intensity happening, I thought the characters pausing to congratulate each other might lighten the mood and ease the tension a little bit. And who was better to start with in getting the ball rolling than Rex and Trixie? If anyone was to act almost oblivious in the midst of all the havoc, I thought for sure that these two would be it!
I've had this chapter written down for a long time, but tonight was when some extra ideas I'd never even thought of using before came to my mind! Hope it added color to this chapter. Sorry, that you didn't see much of Slinky in here. But hey, he did provide the final means of ridding the old building of these mobsters. He is my second favorite Toy Story character, and I would've liked to put more of him in the battle, but you have read a lot about him in the previous story, so it was time to give the other toys some important roles. I hope it was the Buzz Lightyear heroic time you've been waiting for. I hope he made up in this chapter for all the spotlight time I didn't give him in the previous story, Part I.
What do you readers think? I'd like to know.