Saturday, the day of the yard sale, was fast approaching and the few toys that were left without a buddy were becoming frantic. Andy was also picking and choosing what toys to give away but it was a hard choice to give away his beloved toys. At one point, his mom threatened that she would choose the toys if he didn't pick himself. "You have so many toys, we can't keep them all in the house." His mom reasoned.

"Alright, mom," Andy said. He picked up a handful of toys and dropped them in the yard sale box. Meanwhile, the toys were living with the reality that the amount of toys in Andy's room was going to be much less than they were used to after the yard sale.

Jessie, who was grateful she was welcomed so warmly to Andy's room, still felt out of place around the other toys. But today she decided to step out of her comfort zone and make new close friends. The first toys she saw were the potato heads playing cards. "Hey, guys," she said warmly. "What are you playing?"

"We're playing Go Fish," Mrs. Potato answered. "Would you like to play with us, Jessie?"

"Sure," Jessie answered. She sat cross-legged on the floor making a triangle shape with the other toys.

"Alright, my sweet potato," Mr. Potato Head said. "Do you have any aces?"

"Go fish," Mrs. Potato Head answered. "Jessie, do you have any queens?"

"Go fish," Jessie said a little too enthusiastically. Behind the Potato Heads, Jessie noticed Buzz helping the little green army men into their bucket-o-soldiers. "Have you noticed anything different about Buzz?" Jessie asked curiously.

"I might have given him a little of a confidence boost or two," Mr. Potato Head answered. "He was telling me he liked this toy but he always got nervous and jittery so I reminded him that he's Buzz Lightyear. Buzz Lightyear doesn't get nervous; he conquers obstacles with confidence. After that, he smiled and walked. Do you have any twos, Jessie?"

"Uh, yeah," Jessie handed Mr. Potato Head a two of hearts and watched as Buzz looked around Andy's room looking for someone else to help.