Listen up closely: you DON'T want to miss this chapter! You've got to read it all the way through!

It mentions some Woody/Bo Peep from the past in here. I haven't written any stories of them being reunited because at first I wasn't sure what Toy Story4 was going to show, until the announcement came out. But still, so far I've left things as is between them and decided to wait and find out.

Woody wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting in his remained spot, but it felt like hours. He just held the princess and let her release her grief. He hadn't said anything for a while. When she'd slowly started to calm down a bit, she looked up at him, sniffling. "W-Woody, will you s-show me the bottom of your b-boot? C-can I see it, please?" Mitsy asked shakily. Woody slowly raised his foot, the one with Andy's name on it. A lump rose in the cowboy's throat as he saw the familiar handwriting, and everything it symbolized and held for him in that one little word. Mitsy gently, almost reverently ran her fingers over the letters. She looked up at him sadly. "Do you miss Andy a lot, really badly?" She asked.

"Uh-huh," Woody sighed, nodding. "I sure do."

"I miss him too. And...and Bo Peep?" She asked reluctantly.

"Yes." Woody bit his lip to keep his composure.

"Me too. Woody, was..was this how you felt when Bo Peep was sold?" Mitsy asked nervously, but yearning for an answer. The sad cowboy looked down into her grieving blue eyes.

"Uh-huh." He nodded, sighing heavily. "Yes, I did."

"Well, that makes me feel a little better." Mitsy said. "At least I know that someone else understands what it's like. But...but how did...how did you..." She stammered.

"How did I survive it and press on?" Woody finished.

"Yes! How did you reach the point where you can still smile now?"

"It was on the hardest things I ever had to do, letting go of Bo," Woody answered slowly. "I remember feeling that I too wanted to die. She was the light of my life, I didn't see how it was possible that I could live anymore. But you all, especially Buzz and Jessie didn't give up on me. Everyone had problems or subjects that they said needed my attention. It hurt unlike anything I'd ever thought possible. I used to think that only owners could go through pain like this, but I came to realize that wasn't so.

'The best comfort I received was the love and friendship everyone continued to give me: listening ears, finding problems for me to solve, but especially giving me space and time to grieve over my loss, but not letting me be completely alone the rest of my life! If Andy didn't have all of you guys around at the time, if I had been all alone, I believe I would've completely given up on everything. But with good friends like Buzz, that wasn't going to happen.'"

"But weren't you sometimes afraid to...to feel? Because all you could feel was pain?" Mitsy asked again. Woody sadly smiled at her.

"Yes, Mitsy, darling." He continued. "I did! But as time went by, the pain wasn't as gagging. After a while, I realized how wasted I was, not living. Bo wouldn't want to see me that way, as Buzz has told me so many times. And he was right: she wouldn't! I had to feel if I was ever going to look after everybody. That was the one good thing about Andy growing up. He was beginning to withdraw from our playtime, and you guys needed me. It was a scary, unsure time, and it was my honor bounded duty to make sure you were all taken care of. That gave me the feeling of still being needed and gave me purpose."

"You certainly proved that when you told Andy in the note to give us to Bonnie," Mitsy said lowly. "But doesn't it still ache after all these years, Woody, wanting to have Bo back when you two were clearly meant to be together?"

Woody cleared his throat and pulled her face toward him with his hand under her chin. He wanted to have direct eye contact for what he was going to say next. "Yes!" He exclaimed fervently. "Yes, it does. But one thing that gave me hope was knowing Bo was alive when she left, and I'm still dreaming and hoping that maybe...maybe someday, we'll find each other again." Mitsy's face dropped.

"I felt that way...once..." She became silent and hung her head. Woody's brows furrowed again and he gently stroked her cheek.

"Did I...did I ever tell you, cowboy, how much you all mean to me?" Mitsy asked. "Did I ever tell you all how wonderful you are, that you're all the greatest friends ever?"

"I seem to recall hearing it before," Woody smiled, trying to cheer her up a little. But then they fell silent again.

"Woody, I don't think I'll ever know what it's like to be happy again!" Mitsy sank her head into his chest. "Jack's gone, forever! I-I feel like I can't breathe... in my mind. Will it be like this forever? It hurts so badly!" Woody kissed her forehead and sighed.

"No, honey. It won't." He shook his head.

"It won't?"

"No." Woody said softly. "Not if you allow yourself to let out your feelings, and let your heart love those around you, the friends who care about you. They need you and you need them. Bask in their affection and care. Being needed and cared for is one of the most important things in the world when you have a broken heart, and it goes a long way to cure or at least embalm some of the pain."

"But it will always hurt, won't it?" Mitsy asked.

"Yes. Loss will always hurt, Mitsy, honey. But you're not always sad when you think of or talk about Maddie, are you?"

"N-no. Not always." Mitsy answered, almost in a whisper. "Only when I think about her death. T-this isn't like the Bible stories that Bonnie learns about in Sunday School, Woody. You know, where people came back to life and were raised from the dead," Mitsy said wearily. "Or the Disney movies where some magic kiss or something makes someone alive again. Jack, he...he's gone! He's dead...forever!" She grimaced and leaned up against him and began to cry a little again. Woody stroked her hair. Woody decided it was time to stop talking. He didn't want to overwhelm her with a bunch of advice. He'd learned and experienced personally that advice was very small comfort in the midst of pain.

"You and Andy certainly had something special, no one could deny that." Mitsy finally said wistfully, resting her head on his shoulder again.

Some would, Woody thought as he remembered the Prospector and Lotso.

"For me, living with Bonnie has almost been like having Maddie back in my life! But you and Andy, that special bond is what made you who you are, the faithful leader we all know and love. Andy writing his own name on your foot was a wonderful gift. It's a reminder that you'll always be able to carry with you, Woody, no matter where you are or go. A reminder of all the good you did have in life at Andy's, of what you and Bo shared together. She was such a large part of it." Mitsy grew silent and just sat there, leaning on him.

Woody turned his head away, all choked up himself, so Mitsy couldn't see the emotion filling it. He was moved but also saddened by what she'd said. He realized that it was true, but also with dismay that Mitsy had nothing physical at all with her to serve as a reminder of Jack or her happy life with Maddie. Nothing, except thin memories. It dawned on him that she envied what he no longer had at his fingertips, but that was still a visible part of him.

The other toys were all in the living room, watching a DVD copy of Swiss Family Robinson on the TV screen. Hamm, Buttercup, Potato Head, and Pricklepants were all muttering to themselves and criticizing the on screen characters' methods of transporting the livestock from the ship back to land. The rest just tried to enjoy the movie, but not everyone was in the mood for all the jungle excitement that was to come. Jessie sat forlornly in the farthest corner of the sofa, leaning back against the arm, hugging her knees. Buzz sat cross-legged right next to her, and kept his hand on her shoulder. Neither of them felt too cheerful. They were concerned about Woody and his "daughter" back in Bonnie's room. Jessie wished so badly to be in there, offering what comfort she could, yet Buzz was grateful that she wasn't, grateful that she didn't have to hear the horrible, heavy wailing that was going on. Jessie glanced sadly at Buzz. "I wish there was something I could do!" She whimpered. She hated feeling so helpless and useless.

"We are doing something, Jessie," Buzz whispered soothingly. "We just wish we could do more." Jessie nodded. Then they heard a small whine below them and turned to the source: it was Slinky. "Is everything all right? Does Woody need us to come back, Slink?" Buzz asked, ready for action.

Slinky shook his head dejectedly. "I don't know!" He cried. "Can I please sit up here with you guys?" He asked longingly.

"Aw, sure, Slink. Come right over here." Jessie smiled, patting the empty spot next to her. The unhappy dog quickly scrambled up the cushion and curled down close to Jessie. She sweetly rubbed his head.

"Are you okay, Slink? What's the matter, little buddy?" Buzz asked. Slinky placed his paw over his snout and sniffled. Jessie patted his springy back and stroked him.

"I can't stand it anymore! I wish Jack didn't die! I miss him. He was a good friend, and...and..." Slinky gulped. "I don't think I can live like this anymore with Mitsy so sad! I hate seeing her like this, and I don't know if she'll ever get better!' Buzz and Jessie exchanged long faces.

"Buzz, maybe we should go and help Woody," Jessie moaned. Buzz bit his lip.

"I think you're right, Jess," He solemnly agreed. He was about to stand when his keen eyes glanced out the window. He gasped when he saw the Andersons' car about to pull in the driveway! "Everybody! Turn off the movie, NOW! And get back to Bonnie's room, on the double! They're home!" He ordered frantically. Pricklepants pressed the off power button on the remote and everyone scurried like lightning back to their owner's bedroom. They all reached there just in time and panted with relief. Buzz and Jessie were all at the same time glad and worried by the apparent silence coming from under the bed. Oh, they both wanted to rush under and see if everything was okay, but they didn't get the chance.

Woody was so wrapped up in his thoughts at pondering Mitsy's words, that he didn't even notice Bonnie burst into the room excitedly jabbering, and then run out. He didn't hear the jubilant squeals. How there was any earthly way he could've missed it was nearly impossible, but he didn't even detect Jessie's wild hooting and hollering, "It's you! It's you! I can't believe it! Yeehaw! It's really you! It's you!" Woody was sitting there quietly, embracing Mitsy tenderly when Jessie, Buzz, and Slinky burst in on them, startling the cowboy and the princess, causing them to jump.

"Hey!" Woody exclaimed. "What was that about?" He'd expected them to have more respect, especially Buzz. But the Space Ranger didn't notice.

"Mitsy! Mitsy!" Jessie squealed, jumping up and down. "Come out! You've got to see!"

"W-what?" Mitsy asked shakily, wide-eyed but confused.

"Come on!" Buzz smiled widely, beckoning with his hand. "Come and see!"

"Well, don't just sit there!" Slinky smiled.

"I'm not ready to see anybody right now." Mitsy sniffled, still sitting there. Buzz and Jessie ignored her remark, grinned widely at each other, and each grabbed one of her arms and dragged her out, her feet not touching the ground.

"Wait a minute! Buzz! Guys? What is going on?" Woody asked curiously, standing up.

"Come and see for yourself, Sheriff!" Buzz grinned big.

"Yeah! You come out too, Woody! You won't believe it!" Slinky bobbed up and down, wagging his tail.

"Jessie, what is this?" Mitsy asked. They set her in the middle of the floor, Jessie squeaking like a little bird. Mitsy froze and gasped. Woody couldn't believe his eyes! Standing in the center of the bedroom, surrounded by a crowd of Bonnie's curious and flabbergasted toys, was...was...was Jack! He stood tall, trying to listen to everyone at once.

"No way!" Woody yelped, smiling and smacked his forehead. "Pull my string, I don't believe it. He's alive!" He, Jessie, Buzz, and Slinky all looked at their princess friend, beaming for her. But Mitsy was not. She wasn't smiling, she wasn't even excited. In fact, her eyes were wide with...with not only disbelief, but also worry. She lost her footing and stumbled backwards, her legs dropped to the floor. "Whoa, whoa, hey," Woody chuckled as he and Jessie helped her back up.

"Mitsy, it's Jack," Jessie said to her. "He's not dead! He's here, standin' in the room!"

"No." Mitsy said sadly, shaking her head. "N-no. N-n-no."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Slinky asked, confused. I thought she'd be happy. "Aren't you excited, Mitsy?"

"It can't be!" Mitsy declared. "I'm dreaming. I have to be. Pinch me."

"What?" Woody gaped.

"Someone pinch me. Please." Mitsy insisted. Jessie shrugged and pinched Mitsy's stuffed elbow. "Ouch! That hurt." She gripped her arm. He's just another Jack that Mrs. Anderson bought. But he's not my Jack! Then she saw the faded collar written in Maddie's hand: JACK!Faded...but still there! "Ooohh," Mitsy said shakily, trembling. She was so overwhelmed by this roller-coaster of all the raw, painful emotions that were now supposed to be turned into jubilee. Her full emotions were spinning in a hundred different directions so much that she didn't have the willpower to step forward.

"Well? What are ya waiting for?" Slinky persisted. He was anxiously waiting to see the reunion.

"Yeah. Go on!" Jessie grinned, and she gave Mitsy a shove. The princess tip-toed a few steps forward, then looked back at her friends, unsure. They were all smiling encouragingly. Jessie motioned for her to keep going. Slinky was furiously wagging his tail. Buzz nodded.

Go for it! Woody mouthed. Mitsy gulped, smiled weakly, and pressed on.

Her heart thudded so loudly she was sure it was echoing throughout the room. She had her eyes on one place: the large, stuffed dog surrounded by the other toys. At first, she forced one foot in front of the other, then began to run. It all seemed like slow motion. She hardly felt the floor underneath her feet, it truly felt like running on air. She inched closer and closer. It was like running in a dream, which she was still sure she was doing. Don't go, Jack! Don't go! Her thoughts kept screaming. She expected him to vanish into thin air any second.

Woody was no psychic, but he felt confident that he had a pretty good idea how the princess was feeling. He would probably be feeling the same way, if it had been Bo Peep who was standing in the room right now instead of Jack. Suddenly, he felt another lump in his throat.

No, no, no. He thought to himself. Not now. Bo would want me to be happy for them. It's a miracle! I am happy for her!

"Are you sure you're not a ghost?" Rex asked excitedly.

"Of course not!" Hamm answered.

"Ghosts don't have scars or stitches, you big, green goof," Potato Head remarked, annoyed. Jack grinned, shaking his head. His eyes scanned the bedroom. He seemed to be searching for something.

"J...J..." Mitsy couldn't seem to get the words out. They felt stuck in her throat."J...J...Ja...Jack! JACK!" All the toys turned around and Jack's jaw dropped. He knelt on the floor with his front paws and his tail wagged happily as she finally reached him. "Jack!" Mitsy ran up to him excitedly, and he grabbed her up in a warm, squeezing embrace with his big paws. He swung her back and forth a few times, then set her down. "Oh, Jack. I thought I'd never, ever see you again!"

"Mitsy, I...I can't believe it's you," Jack said happily. "I-I had no idea."

"Is it really you?" She asked, hanging onto his snout.

"Take a look," Jack said and tilted his head toward his stitches throughout his body-his battle scars, his wounds- and she grimaced as she reached out her hand and lightly touched them.

"Does that hurt?" She asked with gritted teeth.

"Oh, no." Jack shook his head. "It feels good."

"So, this is the big, brave hero!" Mrs. Potato Head exclaimed.

"Ooo," the three aliens cooed.

"You gave us a real scare, partner," Woody said. "But, hey, welcome back! It's so good to see ya!"

"I sorely missed ya, pal." Slinky spoke up. "We thought you were a goner!"

"Yeah. Hey, what really happened anyway?" Hamm asked. "We'd heard that you were dead."

"Tell us!" The Peas-in-a-Pod, Trixie, and Rex begged together.

"Well, I-I was dead," Jack began. "Or at least I thought I was. It turns out that during the night, some anonymous toys used a forklift to remove the broken crate off of me. I didn't know it at the time, or anything for that matter, but they rushed me out of the warehouse to a shed a few parking lots away. I found out later, that they used an air pump-the kind for puffing up bicycle tires-to resuscitate me! When I woke up with an extremely foggy mind, I was surrounded by toys. But not just any toys: they were ones I previously helped escape! I slowly recognized them.

'One of them, fortunately for me, happened to be Dr. Bones, a plastic cartoon character action figure who had originally been misplaced by his owner's cousin. I had lost a lot of my stuffing, too much he'd said. So they stitched me back up, and kept me in observation for a day, then sent me to a daycare center via a Pizza Planet truck.'"

"But how did the doctor know that you were in trouble?" Buzz asked.

"He's very sharp." Jack answered. "He and the others have established a secret set of tiny microphones throughout the warehouse, and the sounds waving through them bounce back to a satellite system set up inside the shed, so that the good doctor and company can hear what's going on. They heard the crash and knew I was in big trouble! Dr. Bones has led the group into a mission of mercy. They try to help and put back together broken, marred toys the gang has tortured, who are lucky to have escaped, if at all! They use the Yellow Pages and the newspaper to figure out the best places to send the toys for recuperation, if they aren't able to help them return to their owners."

"Ah, a real hospital and place of refuge born out of inspiration from gallantry and heroism." Mr. Pricklepants declared passionately. "Classically gripping."

"You said that you were taken to a daycare center," Dolly spoke up curiously.

"Yes," Jack replied. "The mother of the little girl, Bonnie who brought me here, works there."

"Sunnyside," all the toys said together.

"Yes. That's right. But, how did you know?" Jack asked, surprised but confused. Then he smacked his snout. "Well, duh! Your owner's mom works there and Bonnie attends school there. Sorry. I'm not thinking clearly." Jack shook his head.

"It's okay. That's only part of it, but that's a story for another time," Dolly answered.

"Anyway," Jack continued, "Mrs. Anderson was sorting through the donations box and found me with some books. She noticed my stitches and said that she didn't think I'd be safe at the daycare center with a bunch of really young children in what she called the Caterpillar room. She thought they might pull my stitches out. She considered sending me to the Butterfly room, but decided first to show me to Bonnie and ask if she wanted me. That adorable, bright eyed youngster said that she would gladly bring me home to take care of me…

..."Bonnie?" Mrs. Anderson asked her little girl as they exited the library with an armload of new, exciting books Bonnie couldn't wait to read.

"Yeah, Mommy?" Bonnie asked eagerly, looking up.

"I have something to show you." Mrs. Anderson replied. She placed the books in the backseat, then opened the trunk of the car.

"What? What is it, Mommy?"

"I found this in the donations box at Sunnyside yesterday." Mrs. Anderson explained. "I thought I'd check on what had been given while the book fair was going on. Anyway, I wasn't sure if he would be safe at daycare, so..."

"If who would be safe, Mommy? Is it a pet?" Bonnie asked, bouncing excitedly up and down, anxious to see what her mommy was holding back. Her eyes were wide with expectation.

"Well, not exactly," Mrs. Anderson chuckled, and Bonnie sulked.

"Aw," she stuck out her lip and stared at the ground. Then her mom pulled out of the trunk a medium-sized, stuffed German Shepherd dog. Bonnie's jaw dropped and she squealed happily. "A dog!" She exclaimed and reached her begging arms out. Mrs. Anderson smiled and handed the toy to her.

"Would you like to have him, Bonnie?" She asked.

"Oh, yes, Mommy! Yes! Can I keep him?" Bonnie asked.

"If you treat him as nicely as you do your other toys, you may keep him."

"Yay!" Bonnie jumped happily up and down, clutching Jack to herself, then she held him back to look at him. "Hello, Mr. Doggie. You're coming to live with me! We'll have lots of fun. Hey, what happened to you, Mr. Doggie? Mommy, look." Bonnie pointed out his many stitches.

"Looks like this brave dog has been through a really rough time." Mrs. Anderson stated. Bonnie cocked her head in sympathy.

"Awww. Well, don't worry, Mr. Doggie. I'll take care of you and never let any mean person beat you up!"

Inside the car, buckled in her car seat, Bonnie forgot all about the books and couldn't stop gazing at her new toy. "Mommy?"

"Yes, Bonnie?" Mrs. Anderson replied.

"Is this his name?" Bonnie asked. "It says J-A-C-K."

"I suppose it must be. That spells Jack."

"So, your name is Jack? I like it." Bonnie smiled. "Hi, Jack. Sorry I forgot to tell you my name. I'm Bonnie Anderson. We're going to have lots of fun, and I hope you make a whole bunch of new friends"...

'I kept wondering why the name Bonnie Anderson sounded so familiar to me. If it wasn't for the rip in my cloth skull, I would've remembered instantly,'" Jack chuckled, rubbing the top of his head. "It was an odd feeling when Bonnie dropped me off in here. In the car, I was thinking to myself, I think I'm going to like living here. When Bonnie leaves this bedroom, I don't know anybody in this place. And these other playthings gather around me, and several of them are calling my name! Boy, was I surprised!'"

"Not any more than we were." Hamm declared, grinning and shaking his head.

"And so, here you are!" Trixie exclaimed, smiling at Jack.

"Are you absolutely sure that you were almost dead?" Buttercup asked. Jessie's eyes narrowed and she not-so-lightly swatted his head.

"Hey! Take it easy, Wrangler Jane." Buttercup moaned, shaking his head. "What did I say?"

Woody rolled his eyes. "Listen here, Peggy," He said in annoyed toned, using the nickname Mitsy had invented for the unicorn when he was too much of a wise guy. "Honestly, what kind of stupid question was that?"

"How would I know?" Buttercup glared, embarrassed by the nickname. "I wasn't there."

"Ugh. You beat everything." Woody groaned.

"Well, we were there!" Jessie snapped. She remembered the horrible tragedy that had unfolded before her eyes and all the aches that had come with it for everyone who'd seen it. She didn't in any way appreciate the stuffed unicorn's disrespect for the tribulation. "Don't talk like that again, you! You do and I'll more than give you a smack."

"Okay, okay," Buttercup sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Humph." Jessie rolled her eyes.

"Oh, we'd all thought you were dead," Mrs. Potato Head sighed to Jack, clasping her face in her hands. "And Mitsy's been so heartbroken missing you, the poor dear."

"Aye, we nearly expected she'd be dying of a broken heart by now." Pricklepants remarked.

"Pricklepants, you're not helping." Buzz scolded. "You don't need to romanticize this."

"I'm only speaking the truth." The hedgehog responded.

Jack's face dropped and he thoughtfully looked at Mitsy, who slowly met his eyes and nodded. His brows furrowed in pity and he wrapped a big paw around her, pulling her close. "Well, it's all right." He said reassuringly. "I'm here now. A little worse for wear but, hey. At least I'm all in one piece!"

"And that's all that matters," Buzz said. "Welcome to Bonnie's room. We're honored for you to be here with us." He extended his hand out and Jack took it with his paw.

"Thanks. Well, looks like I have a whole load of new friends to meet. Please forgive me if I don't remember everybody's names right away. I think my head injury has left me a little slower than I used to be." Jack said.

"I don't care!" Mitsy exclaimed, hugging his large, strong body. "I'm just glad you're alive!"

"Well, this is quite an event," Dolly said.

"Yeah. I think this calls for a little ceremony," Trixie smiled.

"Ceremony?" Buttercup, Potato Head, and Hamm all asked, as if they'd never heard of such a thing.

"Sure. Why not?"

"I think Trixie is right." Woody spoke up, smiling. If things were different and it was Bo Peep who was here right now, even though he and she would try to slip away often for time alone with each other, Woody knew in his heart that his old friends also missed the shepherdess very much and they would want to celebrate in a big way. Plus, what they'd thought they'd have to perform as a mourning ritual was no longer needed. "We'll do it." Woody declared, with his hands on his hips. What he'd thought was going to be a funeral service was now going to be a celebration.

"Whew! You mean we're going to have a party?" Rex inquired excitedly.

Before anyone could answer, they heard their lovable owner rushing to the room. They all froze. Bonnie opened the door. "Oh no!" She gasped as she scooped up Woody and Mitsy. "Sheriff Woody, you've got to help us!" She was making the princess's voice. "Our ship the Captain Jack has been stolen by the evil witch! And it's going to be swallowed whole by the ferocious sea monster (Rex)! You've got to save it! And she has my subjects as prisoners in the hold too. What are we going to do?!"

"Have no fear, little lady," Bonnie said, trying to deepen her voice and make Woody sound fearless. "I know what to do! Sheriff Woody is here to save the day!" Bonnie set Dolly (the evil witch) on Jack's (the ship Captain Jack) back, laughing haughtily. She tossed Jessie, Mrs. Potato Head, Buttercup, Pricklepants, the Peas, and Totoro in her 'spaceship' box where they were held prisoner in the ship's hold. The three aliens were Dolly's galley slaves maneuvering the boat, with Mr. Potato Head the cruel overseer whipping them. Hamm as Evil Dr. Porkchop was Dolly's navigator. Mitsy was the only survivor ashore who wasn't taken prisoner, Dolly was going to come back for her later. The witch had left the princess behind, all alone with only her faithful dog, Slinky for company. Dolly was intending to return and cast a spell on Mitsy, shrinking her and trapping her in an enchanted jewel box which would be locked forever unless someone brave and kind arrived and defeated the evil witch. And after imprisoning the princess, Dolly and Dr. Porkchop were going to ruthlessly force the kingdom inhabitants to be their slaves! Mitsy and Slinky made friends with a lonely, homeless, starving dinosaur, Trixie but they were all afraid, awaiting their fate. Jack's stitches turned out to be old patched up cannon ball holes that had been fired at the ship from past battles with pirates. Naturally, in this made up adventure Bonnie made Woody the hero along with the help of his trusty steed Bullseye, his best deputy Jessie the wrangling cowgirl, and their Number 1 comrade, Buzz Lightyear the fearless Space Ranger from Star Command. Together, the 4 of them rescued the ship, freed the prisoners, defeated Dolly, and restored the land to the princess. She named Sheriff Woody to be her trusted, valiant Commander and Chief over all her kingdom. Jessie was granted to be his second in command, only this time with the royal insignia symbols on them. Jessie was also to be in charge of the ship Captain Jack. Buzz Lightyear was honored as a great hero for his assistance and bravery, and he was to be always treated with the utmost respect and greeted with a whole kingdom celebration any time he visited from Star Command. Slinky faithfully remained as the princess's trusted friend and companion. As for Rex, 'the sea monster', he decided that he would be nice from now on and became the Royal Roamer of the land, swimming in the ocean spotting and chasing away bad guy ships. And he fell in love with Trixie, who was adopted by the princess as her Royal Pet, and became part of Woody's roundup army when the need arose.

Bonnie happily played with her toys for hours. She was delighted with the newest addition to her playmates. She'd instantly fallen in love with Jack the moment she'd seen him. Jack thrived in the playtime. Oh, it felt so good to be loved by a child again! How long had it been since he'd last experienced this? It had been years!