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Maxie had her torso through the tire swing as she twirled. Around and around she spun until finally she slid out onto the ground.

"My turn," said Andy, stepping over her. As he hoisted him up, a white BMW sped past them and into the next lot.

"Those aren't the Winterfeeds."

"Who?" Asked Maxie. She was still sitting on the ground.

"The Winterfeeds. The old people who rent that cabin."

Maxie shrugged. "Maybe they sold it."

The door opened and a man and a woman got out. The woman had bright blonde hair held back in a pink scarf, a matching pink shirt and black pants with sandals. She wore expensive looking sunglasses. She pulled out an aerosol can and started spraying at bugs.

"Ellis," she said as she sprayed. "I don't like it! It's too buggy and there's not a fax for miles! And I certainly..." She sprayed. "Hope you don't expect me to pee in the woods!"

The man was pulling out a suitcase. "I told you we have a bathroom in the cabin." He had dark brown hair and was wearing a white polo shirt.

Over by the tree, Maxie stood up. "Yeesh! What a bunch of snobs!"

"Max! You don't know that!" Andy scooted out of the tire.

Mom stopped sweeping leaves off the front porch. "Well it looks like we have some new neighbors." She propped the broom against the railing and walked toward the new folk. "C'mon Andy, let's say hi."

Andy shrugged and followed his mother, Maxie behind him.

Inside the cabin, Buzz stood near the door, playing freestyle footbag. "…Ninety-six, ninety-seven…"

Woody was closer to the doorframe. "Did you hear? The Winterfeeds sold their cabin!"

"…One hundred, one hundred and one, one hundred and two…"

"Will you quit kicking that bean sack around!" Woody snapped. "I want to see the new neighbors! Come on!"

The bag dropped. "Man, I was only four hundred and six away from breaking my record!" Buzz grumbled but he followed the Cowboy outside anyway.

All humans were at the next lot, and their eyes safely away from the two toys peeking through the slats in the railing.

"Looks like someone didn't get the memo that Generation Yuppie is over." Woody said dryly.

Buzz nodded, then looked at his friend in confusion. "They don't look like fish."

Woody looked at him as if he were insane. "What?"

"Well that's what you said! Guppy!"

"No you moron! I said 'Yuppie!' 'Yuppie!'"

"Oh." Buzz paused. "What's a yuppie?"

"…We rent the cabin right next door." Mom was saying. She reached out to shake hands with the blonde lady. She took Mom's hand between her finger and thumb as if the appendage was covered in slime.

"I'm Ellis Phelps and this is my wife, Elva." Said the man. "We just purchased the cabin here. You know, get away from all the hubbub of the city."

Elva sprayed a bug.

Maxie looked bored, but she asked, "Do you have any kids?"

"Yes we do as a matter of fact." Ellis opened the car door. "Come on out, Honey. Don't be shy."

A tall eleven-year-old with waist length white blonde hair and hazel eyes stepped out of the Cadillac. She was wearing a plain pale pink shirt and black shorts and her hair was held back with a headband.

Ellis started to say, "This is our daughter..." but she interrupted.

"Andy?"

"Elsie?" Andy said in surprise.

"Elsie?" Max repeated.

On the porch:

"Elsie?" Echoed Buzz.

"Elsie?" Woody's became horrified. "Elsie!"

"What?"

"She went to Cowboy Camp with Andy one year!" Woody grasped the rails. "And if Elsie's here, then that means…"

Elsie suddenly reached into the car and pulled out a backpack. A cowgirl doll with short blonde pigtails stuck out of the side.

"Oh no!" Woody cried. "Barbara!" He bolted back into the cabin.

Buzz ran after him. "Hey wait up!"