Hey you guys! So this may be the last chapter for a while. I've been quite busy and these next coming weeksends are full of sweet sixteens I have to go to and extraciricular(sp?) activies are spreading into the weekends. Anyways, that's it. Not my favorite chapter but I hope you enjoy it somewhat...

Bullseye's hooves skidded along the dirt path with tan residue floating as a result of Jessie's cessation. Jumping off of the brunette steed, the cowgirl pulled the two horses over to a horse stand and tied their straps to the bars. Frantically, she ran down a line of buildings, and brought herself to a halt in front of a large structure. Running up to the massive steel door ahead of her, she speedily rapped her knuckles to a section of the metal entry.

"Mr. Lightyear!" she hollered, taking both of her palms and banging them against the door, "Mr. Lightyear! Please come out! It's an emergency!" Twisting her body around, she spotted many citizens looking at her. Many of the women cuffed their hands over their mouths in shock of her attire, men tilted their heads in perplexity.

"Damn!" she boomed, "What the hell is wrong withyou guys? Y'all got a starin' problem around here or somethin'? Git!" Facing the door again, she started knocking once more. "Mr. Lightyear! Come out here please!" Then, the door knob jiggled, ensuing the door to slowly open and revealed a mature man.

"May I help you?" Zurg Lightyear inquired, grasping the handle with both hands.

"Mr. Lightyear," Jessie breathed, placing her forearm on the door, "The police are after me. After your son. He is missin'. We gotta do somethin'. Please let me in, we gotta figure somethin' out."

"I-I'm sorry," he stammered, "who are you?"

"Pride. Jessie Pride." His finger curled around the handle even firmer, questioning himself over the next action he should execute.

The atmosphere had a grim appearance. The concrete ground had turned a foul color of green, the air had a musk aroma that seemed to strangle all those who were inopportune enough to subsist in this penitentiary.

He knew this was bound to be his fate. He ran through all the possibilities that could have occurred in his deliberations.

The cowboy gazed out into the darkness that engrossed the world outside of the corroding bars. Glimpsing down to his wrists, he cringed at the sight of the aged rope that joined them together. The coolness of the stone wall against Woody's bare back caused him to shiver. Goosebumps grew abundant on his body. Suddenly, he saw two silhouettes approaching the bars. One of the figures was associated to mayor Pete.

"How's our little jailbird?" Pete sarcastically questioned, wringing his fingers on the tarnishing rods. "So. I just got a message from one of my men. The girl is still missing." Woody's eyebrows ascended on his forehead in his response. "I'm guessing she's in your hideout?"

Woody remained soundless.

"You're making it harder than it has to be. Have any idea where your sister is?"

Silence.

"Alright," Pete sighed, unlocking the gate to let the himself and his deputy in, "You're not gonna answer, you're gonna get penalized."

The officer twirled his finger around to motion Woody to face the other way. With Woody refusing to do so, the officer physically clutched his scarred shoulder and steered the prisoner to face the wall.

"Just what were you planning to do, Woodrow? What possessed you to come into my town?" After moments of stillness, Pete snapped his fingers. "Go on, Lotso, do your thing," he commanded the police officer.

The captive shuddered as he heard the whip attached to Lotso's belt drop to the ground.

"Fire away." Winding his arm back, lieutenant Lotso flung his forearm, watching the whip as it rapidly sliced Woody's back. His screams only motivated the tormenter to strike again. And again. And again.

"Had enough?" asked the prospector, walking over to view the convict's countenance. Woody gasped for air, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. Pete repeated his question again causing Woody to clench his teeth in rage. "I said had enough?"

Breathing heavily, Woody rested his head on the wall.

"He's not answering," noted Pete, "let him have it again." As the whip pierced into his flesh, Woody let out an anguished shout.

"Maybe he'll talk now," Lotso suggested.

"Where's the girl? Do you know where she is?" quizzed Pete, "It's a simple yes or no question." All Woody did was glare at him. Leaning closer to the elderly man, he took a deep breath and spat on him. "Disgusting!" Pete cried out, wiping the saliva from his cheek.

"I'm glad you summarized yourself with such ease," Woody ridiculed, grinning extensively.

"That does it! Lotso, send out more officers to find the girl! If she is dead, bring her to me so that I can gain the satisfaction of seeing her corpse. If she's alive, bring to me so that I can kill her!"

"No!" yelled Woody, watching the mayor and his worker escorting themselves from the cell, "Please! Don't hurt her! Cut me open and pour whiskey over my wounds but please don't harm her!"

"Now you're talking about her I see," Pete hissed, "Too late now. Enjoy your time rotting in prison, scum!" Ricochets of the gate slamming closed gradually subsided with the footsteps of the two men. The echoes seemed to mock him, take pity in his as a human being. From emotional and physical fatigue, Woody collapsed onto the ground.

A tear slid down his cheek thinking about his sister. This what was he had tried to avoid…

"Thank you for lettin' me in, Mr. Lightyear," pronounced Jessie, searching around the machinery.

"What happened to my son?" Zurg asked, wringing the edge of his jacket.

"I have no idea, sir. I know that my brother is in jail right now."

"The mayor accused Buzz of treason. Must he be in the jailhouse, too?"

Jessie's edges of her mouth turned downward. "It's very possible."

Loud banging at the door was then heard.

"What the…" they wondered out loud in unison. Suddenly, the door slammed to the ground, revealing a cluster of hefty armed men. Stunned and frozen in their footsteps, a pair of policemen each ran in and grasped both of their arms.

"Let me go!" demanded Jessie, thrusting her legs forward to the man in front of her. He reached gradually to her neck and snapped off the gold chain that rested on her neck. Letting out a small cry, she squirmed more drastically to free herself from their grip. She had no success.

"I'll be taking this," the officer declared, waving the golden necklace in front of her face. "Take them to the boss." Their bodies jarring forward, Zurg and Jessie had nothing else to do but go with them.

Reaching the jailhouse, the group of citizens stopped in the lobby area. Taking no chances, Jessie kicked her legs at the sides of the police officers as hard as she could. As they doubled over in pain, she stormed off running into a series of hallways. With more and more distance, the lightening grew dimmer. Something then caught her eye.

"Woody?" she called out, numbly walked to his cell and falling to her knees. "Wha…what's goin' on? Why's your shirt off?" She took off her poncho and assisted him to put it on his body through the bars.

"Jessie, you gotta get outta here" he warned.

"What? I won't leave you Woody!"

"They are going to kill you."

"What about you? What have they done to you?"

"I'll be fine Jess-"

"You won't be fine Woody! I'm not leavin' you!"

"Jessie! Please," he begged, "Don't argue with me. If you would just get outta here-"

"I'm not leavin'." Woody let out a sigh of exasperation.

"I promise you, Jessie, everything will fall into place. Now go." Jessie rolled her eyes in disbelief.

"What d'ya mean everythin' will fall into place? I have no idea where Buzz is, you're being tortured in this cell, they're after me-"

"Do you trust me?" Jessie's face tightened.

"W-what?"

"Do you trust me?"

"I-I guess…"

"Then listen to what I'm saying. Go." Footsteps were heard until somebody called out:

"There she is!"

"Woody!" she cried out, gripping the bars anxiously.

"Go!" he urged, watching his sister sprint off. "Attah girl…"

"Buzz, where are you going to go?" questioned Barbie, bobbing Big Baby on her lap for his amusement.

"I don't know," he mindlessly admitted, locking and unlocking his fingers. "I suppose I could go to the textile building…"

"Wouldn't going to the police be better?"

"…I don't want to risk it…"

"Well, if you're going to leave now, why don't you have Ken come with you?" she advised. Buzz opened his mouth then closed it, bringing his eyebrows together.

"Um, a-are you sure?" he stuttered, "I wouldn't want to harm him in any way…"

"What's the harm? KEN!" she called out, "Walk Buzz to work, honey!"

"Will do, Barbie!" confirmed Ken, strolling into the room, "But why, sweetheart?"

"Just to make sure he's safe."

"Really, Barbie," Buzz cut in, "I don't want to be a bother-"

"Nonsense!" Barbie shot back with a playful swat on his knee, avoiding his arm, "It's not big deal, now, is it Ken?"

"No, Of course not," Ken affirmed, walking over to Buzz, "Whenever you're ready, boss!"

Oh brother… Buzz thought.

Boy, I just LOVE overexaggerating Stinky Pete's villious personality :-D. Please review/critique!