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It was only about five and a half hours later as Woody stood by Andy's bed. Buzz was sitting on some blocks nearby.
The Cowboy watched Bo as she herded her sheep from a comic book Andy had left lying on the floor. "No, that's not food…"
"That sounds like a real nightmare," Buzz said emphatically to his best friend. "But you've had bad dreams before."
"Buzz, there's a difference between dreaming that I lost the woman I love and dreaming about you in a dress and a wig after watching 'Psycho.'"
"Huh?"
"Never mind. It's just that," Woody said, fiddling with his thumbs as he sat down next to Buzz. "When I woke up in the guestroom, I was so sure that she was…"
"Guestroom?" Buzz interrupted. "You told me yesterday that you were going to watch a movie!"
"We did watch a movie, Buzz. That's not the point…"
"But," Buzz looked confused. "The TV is out in the living room. Why'd you go into the guestroom?"
Woody blushed red. "That…That's…Well, it's kind of…" He scowled. "That's none of your business, ok?" Sighing, he looked at his boots. "Stinky Pete was right."
"Stinky Pete? Right? About what?"
"Porcelain is easily broken! All she has to do is fall down and she could be destroyed! Poof! Just little tiny pieces of Bo! And then what?" Woody looked up, staring distantly into space. "What if I lose her?" He sounded as though he were talking to himself. "What if Stinky Pete is right and I am too scrawny and weak? What if I can't keep her safe?"
Buzz coughed, sending Woody back down to Earth. "Woody, I think you're overreacting. Bo's always been very careful."
"I know, but accidents happened…" There was a yodel and Jessie tore across the room. Woody watched her jump partway on Bo's back and start to noogie her.
"Ow Jessie! Get off!"
"Good morning, bestest friend!" Jessie sang cheerfully as she dug her knuckles into Bo's painted hair. "Guten Morgen! Ohayo Gozaimasu! Buenos Dias! Bonjour…" Two hands suddenly appeared under Jessie's armpits and lifted her up. "Hey! What the…" Jessie scowled at Woody as he placed her back on the floor. "What're you doin'?" Taking the Cowgirl's arm, Woody began to lead her away. "What's the big idea?"
Leaning close, Woody began to whisper. "Look Jess, I know you like to horseplay, and I know you and Bo are best friends, but you're a rag doll!"
"So? So are you!"
"I mean," continued Woody. "That you need to be more careful! If you're too rough, Bo could break!"
Jessie crossed her arms and looked irritated. "What are you talkin' about?"
"Porcelain, Jessie!" In his aggravation, Woody forgot to whisper. "I'm saying she's made of porcelain! And you keep grabbing her like that, you could make her crack or worse!"
"Porcelain?" Jessie raised her brows and looked over at Bo.
"Yes, and if you don't mind…Hey!" Jessie was back at Bo's side. Woody growled and followed her.
"Hmm…" Jessie rapped her knuckles on Bo's forehead.
Bo swatted her hand away. "Stop that!"
Ignoring her, the Cowgirl lifted up Bo's arm and down a couple of times. She let go and grinned. "Whaddaya know! You are porcelain!"
Bo, used to her best friend's antics, intoned dryly, "Thank you so much for noticing."
"C'mon, Porcelain!" Jessie grabbed Bo's arm. "Let's go play!" As Woody watched Jessie drag her away, he sighed. How long could he keep her together? Woody frowned. Whatever it took, he was going to keep Bo safe.