Andy came back to us a few hours later. His guests had their cake and left, so that Andy wouldn't be up past his bed time.

Reluctantly, he marched up the stairs to put away his new toys. He could play with them the next day, Mom said.

I sat on Andy's lap, one arm around me, while he stacked up his toys. Other than the car, they all remained in their boxes. I wouldn't be able to meet any that night. Andy opened his closet and slid the stack of boxes inside. The boxes ran over a small blue staff...

Andy backed the boxes away to observe the staff properly. He'd never seen it before, so he found it best to investigate through me. Just in case it was dangerous, I suppose.

The staff was placed into my hands and waved before my eyes.

"What is it, Woody?" He eventually asked me.

My shoulders shrugged then shook briefly.

Andy set me down so that I leaned against the closet door. He crawled inside of the closet, ducking beneath his clothes.

"Hey, where'd you come from?" Andy's voice was muffled and vibrated the door where I waited.

He returned and knelt beside me, gently holding Bo.

I was snatched back up.

"Is this yours?" The staff was passed from my hands to Bo's. Her delicate hands were shaped specifically for holding it. Andy slid it back into its place and looked quizzically at me.

"Welcome to town, little lady. I'm Sheriff Woody." Her hands didn't bend for me to shake.

"Hi there Woody." Andy used a higher, smoother voice.

"Isn't she pretty, Woody?" Andy asked me.

I moved my head to nod. My hat fell off, but Bo's staff caught it.

"Maybe you should get married, Woody." Andy informed me.

I nodded again and collected my hat.

"Andy?" Mom's voice traveled through the hallway, "You need to go to bed, Sweetie."

"Okay, Mom..."

Slightly upset, Andy set us down against the wall beside his bed, right underneath the window. He switched off the lamp in the corner and the overhead light and slipped between his blankets.

A while later, Mom and Dad came in to check on Andy. Also, they wanted to see that his toys were properly put away. But of course, they'd been neglected, due to the (re)discovery of Bo.

After they went to their own room, Andy sprang from his bed to retrieve Bo and me.

We were stashed under his covers while he dug for a flashlight. He found one and our marriage ceremony commenced.

Andy began with a disclaimer.

"I went to one wedding when I was really little, so I don't know what you need to say... but you can say 'I do' and then you have 'ta kiss."

"I do."

"I do too."

Our faces were softly pressed together. Our lips didn't exactly meet, but Andy was satisfied.

"Okay, we gotta go back to sleep now or Mom'll come back in."

He set us back down on the floor with the flashlight and crawled into his covers.

"Good to see you again, Bo."

"You too, Sheriff... but do you think Andy likes me?"

"He did say you were pretty..."

"No, you did."

"Well... you are. Andy knows it too."

"I'll be honest with you, Sheriff. I was expecting to be broken by now, instead of married."

"That's playtime for ya, Bo."

"Is that all?"

"It'll get better. Wait for tomorrow."

"Why not start now?"

Bo leaned in to kiss me. She remained fascinated with my pull-string, rubbing it until I nearly fainted.

"Wh-What are you doing, Bo?" I asked in a harsh whisper.

"Did we not just get married?"

I was silenced.

When Andy woke up, Bo's arms were wrapped tight around my sides, and my nose brushed her neck.

It was good to have her back. In one beautiful piece.