Written by Buck Tick
A deep rumbling beneath his feet causes Buzz to pause, just for a moment, and turn his head towards one way of the street. Four massive tires connected to an enourmous blue van come speeding towards him.
"Buzz!" Woody shouts, but his voice is distant. He has a flashback; a memory... He remembers being left at the gas station, all those years ago. How he flopped to the ground in front of an eighteen-wheeler and nearly died, playing the part of an inanimate object. Playing the role of a child's play thing...
What were the hiding from anyway?
Woody bolts from his place by the tree, leaping off of the curb. But his feet catches onto the grate over the drain, and he falls, looking up just in time to see Buzz duck safely between the car's midsection. The cowboy breathes a sigh of relief, stands up, and runs over.
"Woody, I asked you to stay put-" starts Buzz.
Woody crashes into the spaceman and hugs onto him fiercely.
Buzz clears his throat, looking at the cowboy with a strange expression. "Are you all right, sheriff?" he asks. "The people are watching us..."
Woody lets him go, grinning. "You were right all along!" he says. "How could I have been so stupid..?"
"What are you talking about?" asks the spaceman slowly.
"Me! Us toys- all the toys!" Woody laughs, causing Buzz to nervously swing his head around, checking to see if any human was watching as closely as he thought. "Remember, back at Sid's house," says Woody. "When there was no way out?"
Buzz nods uneasily.
"How did we pull through?"
"...you spoke to him." answers Buzz. "Just like we'll be speaking to Andy in a short while-" he turns to keep walking, but Woody grabs his arm.
"No, it's not just that!" says the cowboy quickly. "I became real. Just as we all are. We're real! Why have we always been hiding that?"
"Because it isn't safe to expose what we are-"
"What are we, Buzz?" interupts Woody, placing his hands on his hips.
"We're...we're toys." Buzz takes a step back.
"So why hide how intelligant we are? Why pretend we're mute?" Woody steps closer to buzz. "Wouldn't Andy's life have been so much better if, when he laughed, we were there laughing along with him? As real friends are supposed to be..."
"You can't be serious." says Buzz. "It would ruin him, just like it did to that kid."
"You mean Sid?" asks Woody. "Andy isn't evil. So why should he have any guilt or fear of us? Haha! Lighten up, spaceman!"
Buzz grabs Woody by the shirt and pulls him down against the curb, so not to be seen. "You're attracting too much attention to us!" says Buzz fiercely. "You're going to get us killed!"
The cowboy pulls away and stands. "Why would anyone want to kill us?" he demands. "You're blind, Buzz. You've been staring at the stars too long."
"Woody..." Buzz begins, then starts up in horror. "Woody! Look out!"
But it's too late. A little boy grabs Woody by his midsection and lifts him up and away.
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(To Rammstein: 'We toys can see everything.')