Hey you guys! So I have more free time now :-). I'm sorry if this chapter seems rushed, I just want to end the story already ha ha. I just have to brainstorm the ending first, that's all...
"So what we can do is send out the fabrics on Friday when the ships are at the docks," Ken planned out as Buzz walked by his side, "and that way the buyers can receive them by Monday."
Buzz only let out a mild 'hmph' as his reaction. Too much was on his mind at the moment. What was going to happen next? Where was he going to go? Can mayor Pete be stopped?
"I honestly think the traders are blind. How could they say my designs are bland?" Ken retorted in a bitter tone, assuming Buzz was still paying attention. "Our traders need to swallow their pride and admit that our quality is the best they can afford and access."
Pride. He couldn't believe it. It was merely a day that he had gone from being business associate with the mayor to collaborating with outlaws.
"…and we were thinking about adding a color of cerulean as curtains for Big Baby's room…" Buzz heard Ken say while snapping out of his daze.
"Huh…interesting," he responded tediously, staring ahead at the arriving buildings.
"He's starting to walk. Have you seen him stand already?"
"I can't say I haven't."
"Oh! It's amazing!" Ken exclaimed. The heir showed a small grin, finding it endearing that the most important thing next to his wife and work was his child. He even admitted to himself that he was slightly envious of his worker's life. Suddenly, he saw a figure running towards him. Squinting his eyes, he saw it was Jessie sprinting towards him, her red braid swinging from side to side after every step she made.
"Buzz!" she gasped, wrapping her arms around Buzz's neck. Taken by surprise, his first reaction was to abruptly pull back, but he felt her body quiver in fear and embraced her in comfort.
"I'm so happy you're alright!" she announced, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Buzz! I don't know what to do!" Retracting from their hug, Jessie slid her hands from his shoulders to his hands, squeezing them gently in fright. "I went to see your father at the buildin'. Before we knew it, policemen knocked down the door and arrested us! I escaped, but I think your dad is still in the police office. I saw Woody…he's no doin' well, Buzz. I saw him in a jail cell. His shirt was off and…and he looked so sick and cold and hurt…"
"Oh, Jessie, I'm so sorry," Buzz consoled, furrowing his eyebrows, "But what about my father?"
"I'm not sure what they did with your father. Maybe they are usin' him as bait to attract ya. He didn't do anythin' to anger the mayor from what I know of…"
"Then you know what we need to do then, right?" question Buzz, raising his eyebrow. She stood in stillness, her face slowly lighting up in a smirk.
"Way ahead of ya, bud," she replied, bobbing herself up and down.
"Umm, I think I should see myself out of this , you guys," Ken cut in.
"A-alright," Buzz agreed, "But stay near here if you can. You could help us out deliberately."
"Uh, okey dokey," Ken confirmed, a smidge of uncertainty in the tone of his voice as he walked off.
"Oh and Ken!" Buzz called out, "This is Jessie!"
Back at the police office, the officers were discussing the mayor's plan they were recently told. Zurg Lightyear sat impatiently on a wooden bench that was set by the main desk.
"I want the hallways patrolled," announced Lotso, eating a mouthful of strawberries, "Twitch go to the front. Crunch, check on the cowboy."
"Feeling mighty proud of yourself, aren't you?" Zurg scorned, crossing his arms as he watched the portly man taking another bite out of a strawberry.
"Watch it," he warned, tapping his finger on the desk.
Rapidly, the door busted open.
"Buzz! Let go of me!" a fraught woman yelled. Her hair was untidy; stands of crimson poked out from everywhere. "I don't deserve to go to jail!"
"Quiet!" he ordered, squeezing her arm, leaving her to let out a distressed yelp. "Officer, I found the other half of the Pride duo." An expression of shock crossed Lotso's face.
"Very nice, Lightyear. I see you've seen the light. I'll take her to the back now."
"If you don't mind, officer," Buzz interrupted, "I would like to make sure that she cooperates and stays in her cell." He took out a gun from his pocket and stabbed it against the cowgirl's back. "I hope you don't mind," he sarcastically remarked.
"I like your enthusiasm!" Lotso replied, "Very well. Crunch, take them to the cowboy. He's gonna get a new cellmate."
"Lets go," Buzz demanded, jarring Jessie's body forward.
"Here we are," Crunch announced, stopping in front of Woody's chamber. The prisoner somberly looked up and his face fell.
"Jessie?" he whispered, "I thought you got away…"
"I did until 'Mr. I-gotta-follow-the-law' stopped me," she explained, glaring at Buzz.
As Crunch opened the gate, he motioned his arm towards the wall, indicating to having Jessie join Woody. The captive narrowed his eyes at Buzz and looked back to his sister.
"I thought we could trust this guy," Woody murmured. Jessie gave him a mischievous grin.
"We can," she confirmed, nodding her head. "Now Buzz!" Immediately he removed his gun from Jessie and aimed the nozzle at Crunch.
"Get out of there, Woody," Buzz commanded. From the corner of her eye, Jessie watched Crunch's hand slide down to his belt to reach for his gun.
"Oh no you don't!" she halted, punching him in the face, causing him to double over in pain. Kicking him in the side, she reached for his gun before he fell to the floor. "I'll be taking this."
"We gotta get outta here!" Woody reminded, heading towards the back.
"What about my father?" questioned Buzz. "He's still back there!"
"Fair enough. Lets get the old man first." As the three runaways sprinted down the hallways, Buzz and Jessie held up their gun when they crossed the corner to the main office area.
"You're comin' with us, Lightyear," Woody notified, grabbing the middle-aged man by the waist and throwing him over so that his midsection came in contact with Woody's shoulder.
"Wait!" called out Lotso. But by time he alerted the others to come in, the Prides and Lightyears had already escaped.
"What do we do? What do we do?" Jessie panicked after running to the back of the nearest building.
Not even having a chance to answer his sister's questions, Woody found himself surrounded by policemen and the mayor approaching him.
"I shoulda seen this coming," Woody sighed.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" mayor Pete asked with a chuckle, "I hired the best of the best. Lotso knows what he is doing. I know what I'm doing. Now that I finally have you guys together I can say that you are-"
"-under arrested for robbery, fraud, and tyranny," interjected an unfamiliar voice. They all turned to see who is belonged to. A short, heavy man with pale skin sauntered to them. His face was grim; his appearance matched perfectly with his voice.
"And who are you?" interrogated Pete with annoyance.
"Charles T. Newton." Pete's face collapsed immediately and he lowered his gun that was pointed to Woody's midsection. He motioned the other policemen to lower their weapons as well.
"M-Mr. Newton," he stuttered, obviously uneasy, "W-What are you doing here?"
"Ken came to my office across town. He told me about the situation and I decided to check it out for myself. And I ought to say I ain't happy with what I'm seein'."
"I-I'm sorry," Jessie cut in, "But who are you again?"
"I'm the found of the county that this city resides in," he answered. "And as for this situation, I'll let the courts decide what to do with all of you. Take 'em away boys."
Looking around, the bystanders saw that the area was surrounded with automobiles and horse carriages. His guards assisted them into separate cars.
"I'm gonna make sure that I can keep an eye out for all of you."
"Ken," Buzz proclaimed as he got on one of the horse carriages, "How did you know to- I mean, why did you-"
"Lets just say I know about Lotso. We have a…past."
"Thank you for doing this," Buzz breathed in gratefulness.
"That'll do, Ken," Charles dismissed by placing a hand on his shoulder.
"And thank you, Mr. Newton, for giving us a chance," Buzz added.
"No problem, son. And kid?"
"Yes?"
"Call me Chuckles."
What will the trial be? What will happen next? ...Yeah, I don't know either.
P.S. For those who I usually leave a review for each chapter of a story they update and one-shot, you may have noticed that I haven't been rreviewing. I promise that I'll get to you guys, it may just take a little while. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you guys ;-)