They followed him up the stairs. Grandpa carried the new car, cutting it open as they went. Andy held on to me.
"Hang on; I need to set it all up again." Andy said once the party reached his room.
He re-tangled Slinky around the base of his bed.
"This is Slinky-Dog. The evil pig has him tied up. But he's Sherf...Sher-iff Woody's dog!"
I was set across from Hamm again.
"I think the pig needs a name." Grandma decided.
"Dr. Pork Chop." Grandpa threw in.
Grandma glared at him.
"What? Something just reminded me of Lamb-chop!"
"That's a good name! He can be the evil Dr. Pork Chop! Anyway... Evil Dr. Pork Chop wants to race Woody to see if he can get his dog back. Pork Chop has a fire-truck and now Woody has a cool car too so he can win!"
Grandpa passed Andy his new car and its remote. Andy gave it a test drive around the rug before I was placed on top of it. He wove my arms through the car's grill to ensure my safety. Hamm was placed on top of his fire-truck.
"Who wants to drive Pork Chop...Grandpa, can you?"
Grandpa scooted over beside Andy. The car and fire-truck were backed up against Andy's bed.
"Gramma, you can watch from the other side of the room and say who wins."
She sat down and watched.
"Ready?" Grandma asked.
Andy and Grandpa nodded.
"I'm gonna beat you!" Grandpa spoke through Hamm.
"No you aren't, Dr. Pork Chop. I'm gonna get my Slinky-Dog back!"
"GO!" Grandma shouted, waving her hands.
Andy drove the car forward, while Grandpa slowly slid the fire-truck across the floor.
I won within a few seconds.
"I won, Pork Chop!" Andy took me off the car and danced me around, "You have to untie my dog now."
Grandpa forced Hamm to oblige.
"How about we celebrate with some cake?" Grandma suggested, standing up with the help of a dresser.
Excited, Andy raced them down the stairs, leaving me on the floor next to an unchained Slinky. Hamm watched as I struggled to get up.
"That was intense." He pointed out.
I was speechless. Life was gonna be fun.