OH MY GOSH I FINALLY WROTE ANOTHER CHAPTER FOR THIS STORY! MIRACLES DO HAPPEN! AHHHHHHHHHH!

Hahaha yay! :) I seriously never thought I would ever get around to finishing this story, but I'm BAAAAACK! I also plan on finishing my other unfinished TS stories as well! Woot! This is seriously a time where everyone should be celebrating! I AM COMPLETING UNFINISHED STORIES...FINALLY! :D :D :D

I feel sad though because I've looked at the TS fanfic section very briefly, and it seems to have kind of died down. I kinda needed a break from the fandom, so I took one and just sorta...left. Then I've recently become re-obsessed with Jimmy Neutron, which has proved to be quite fun, but I've neglected these stories, and that is unacceptable. I sure hope I can do justice to these unfinished stories that held so much promise (at least, in my eyes they did)!

Remember, reviews and all that REALLY help me to kick it in gear and finish these things!

So...if ANYONE is reading this, I really do hope you'll enjoy this chapter! :)

"We're in for it now."

"What the heck are you talking about?"

"You messed up! Where did you leave it?"

"I don't know exactly where! Somewhere in the shrubbery like you told me to!"

"Well, it's not there!"

Jessie forcefully sat up and glared at Woody. "What? What do you mean it's not there?"

"I mean…IT'S NOT THERE!"

"Calm down before you pop your stiches!" Jessie yelled back. "There's got to be a reason why it's not there. Let's think through this. Why wouldn't it be there?"

"You messed up?"

"Woody…" she angrily threatened. "For once in your life, stop talking and just think! Why in the world wouldn't it be there? I put it right where it would have been had I really fallen!"

"Buster?"

"No, he's been penned up inside all day today. After he started digging up the backyard, Andy won't let him go outside anymore."

"One of the toys must have taken it," Woody suddenly thought. "Was there anyone nearby while we were planning this?"

Jessie shook her head. "Not that I know of. Woody, what in the world are we going to do? I NEED MY LEG!" she suddenly burst out yelling.

"I may be of assistance," a voice unexpectedly offered. Both Jessie and Woody whipped around to find Buzz standing there, his arms tightly crossed in front of his chest. Woody began dry heaving while Jessie nervously tugged at her braid. Buzz merely glanced at the pair and turned his body to begin his ponderous pacing. His legs moved to an invisible rhythm, and his arms fell to his side. For a moment, he could have passed for a possessed toy, especially since his eyes took on a red glint as his harsh gaze penetrated through Woody's malleable head.

"Augh!" Woody cried out. "Make him stop!" He held up his hands to try to deflect the imperceptible rays that were radiating from the space toy. Jessie only tugged at her braid even more.

"B-Buzz? Is everything all right?" She examined him warily, and when he didn't respond, she decided to try again. "Did you find my leg? I was just talking to Woody here and—"

"No."

"Oh," Jessie uttered. "What's the matter?"

Woody was still cowering in fear with his body hunched over and his arms covering his head. Buzz walked over to Woody, grabbed him fiercely by the shoulders, and forced him to stand up. "You think this is funny?"

"Wh-what?" Woody was visibly sweating, but Buzz didn't even seem to notice.

"Where is it?"

"Where is what?"

"Darn it, Woody! You know what I'm talking about! Where did you hide her leg?" Buzz shook Woody until his hat fell off and landed on the ground. Woody eyed the hat nervously, and then his gaze returned to Buzz's fierce red eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about," Woody said as evenly as he possibly could.

Buzz rolled his eyes. "I heard the whole conversation between you two. I'm not as oblivious to everything as you think I am, Woody. I know a thing or two, and I know when I'm being duped."

"Buzz!" Jessie quickly cried out. "You don't understand the whole story!"

"What don't I understand? You decided to pull a prank on me, and now it's backfired on you. You can't find your leg, and you don't know where it's gone."

Jessie's mouth instantly closed as she realized he indeed knew the whole story. "So…what gave us away?"

"I had a gut instinct about it from the beginning, but Woody's nonchalant attitude about your missing leg proved to be very suspicious. Before, he had said it was his fault that you had fallen from the window in the first place, and he had previously put on quite a show about his remorse and sorrow for your misfortune. Why, then, was he so eager to get away and talk to you in complete solitude instead of vigorously searching for your missing limb?"

"Woody, you idiot! How could you act so careless, especially when my leg is missing for real!"

"I thought maybe you had re-hidden it or something," Woody shrugged. "Besides, as long as it isn't my limb…"

"You can be so selfish sometimes," she angrily said as she flicked back her braid with one quick hand motion. "Buzz, listen. I'm sorry about this whole mess. Truly, I am. It was all my idea. I just wanted to get you to talk to me. You're always so nervous, and you fiddle around with your hands a lot whenever you try and utter even one syllable in my presence. I just wanted to get you to talk. That was all. I went to Woody for ideas, and obviously, I should never have listened to him. I've learned my lesson."

Buzz nodded, but his anger was still clearly etched on his face. "Your leg is still missing. I'll call off the search party, and the interrogation for the thief will begin."

"You have all been called here today for a top-priority investigation. You will answer all questions that are asked of you, and if you cannot provide an answer that has feasible proof to back it up, you will be pinned for the theft of Jessie's leg."

After Buzz had rounded up the toys, they had nervously gathered in the center of Andy's room for what Buzz had called, "The Trial." The space toy hadn't explained what exactly was to take place; all he had said was that "The Trial" was to begin, and it demanded everyone's presence.

"Woody?" Buzz called to the sheriff. "Would you like to take it from here?"

"Sure," Woody nodded. "Listen up, gang. It seems that Jessie's leg really is missing, and—"

"No duh, Sherlock. That's why we were all outside looking for it," Mr. Potatohead angrily retorted.

"Well, it wasn't really missing…" Woody nervously began.

"WHAT?" the toys collectively asked together.

"Calm down! Calm down! I'll let Jessie explain the finer details." He turned to face the cowgirl, who had been placed on a few toy blocks. She eyed Woody with an annoyed expression, but she agreed to explain.

"Ya see, it was all Woody's idea to pull such a mean prank on Buzz. I wanted to do something to lighten the space toy's attitude, and Woody came up with this mean, nasty prank. We would pretend that I had fallen out of the window, and when Buzz would rescue me, he'd be forced to actually talk to me. Buzz," she said, turning to him. "I knew you'd be furious when you found out it was all a trick." She turned back to the circle of toys. "I questioned Woody's judgment, but I eventually went along with it because he promised it'd work. Obviously it's backfired, and now my leg is really missing!"

"You mean, it was all a prank?" Bo inquired.

"Bo, honey, it was, but I promise that it wasn't as bad as Jessie is trying to make it sound. She delights in painting me in the worst possible light." Woody immaturely stuck his tongue out at Jessie, and she eagerly returned the favor.

"So…you're saying that someone's really taken it?" Hamm piped in.

"What are we going to do?" Slinky asked.

"We're going to find it, of course!" Woody answered. "Buzz is going to question each and every one of you until someone comes forward with the truth…and the leg."

"Oh, I hate confrontation!" Rex nervously muttered.

"Quiet!" Buzz commanded. He paced around the circle of toys, his eyes flickering between Hamm and Rex. He decided to interrogate Hamm first. "Where were you during the time of the crime?"

"I was playing chess," Hamm truthfully answered.

"A likely story," Buzz mused. "Who can vouch for you?" He pointed his finger right at Hamm's pig snout, and Hamm angrily snorted, grossing Buzz out and causing him to retract his arm from more disgusting bodily reactions Hamm could come up with.

"I can," Slink spoke up, striding over to the two toys who were now eyeing each other menacingly. "I was playing against him, and sadly, I lost."

Hamm smiled at this statement, and Buzz dejectedly sighed. "Fine. You're clear for now. Same goes for you, Slinky."

Slinky politely nodded, and Buzz returned to his robotic pacing. He decided to interview Rex next. "Where were you during the time of the crime?"

Rex's hands nervously rubbed against each other. His tail swung back and forth in beat with a metronome, and his eyes flitted from Buzz's glaring eyes to Jessie's broken frame atop the toy blocks. "I was just trying to find someone to play with."

Buzz raised an eyebrow at this statement. "Did you find someone?"

Rex paused before answering. "Y-yes, but they didn't want to play with me."

"They? Who are they?"

Rex refused to look Buzz in the eye anymore. "Jessie and W-W-Woody."

"Book him!" Woody yelled, a barbaric look in his eye. "Lock him away, that no-good, thieving, green—!"

"Woody!" Bo cried, startled by his lack of mannerisms. "I don't believe that Rex could have possibly stolen Jessie's leg." She turned to face Rex, a genuine and kind smile spreading across her face like a gentle wave meeting a shoreline. "You didn't do this Rex, did you? Don't be afraid to defend yourself. Woody can be a little…eccentric…but don't let him discourage you from telling the truth."

Rex merely stared at the ground. "He's right, Bo," the dinosaur slightly choked. "I did take Jessie's leg. I'm guilty."

NOT REX! Hahahahaha. :P Writing TS stories is F-U-N.

P.S. I am on a CAPITALIZATION RAMPAGE today for some reason. If that bugs you, I'm sorry. :S