Disclaimer: I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed, faved or put this story on alert, it means a lot to me. Unfortunately, I do not own Toy Story.

Bonnie woke up that day for school, yet again late. She threw herself out of the bed and into her bathroom.

A few minutes later, she ran back out, fully dressed for school and gathered her stuff together.

She said goodbye to her toys, before she left the room and went downstairs.

Around twenty minutes, the toys spotted two cars drive out of the driveway and they came to life.

"Right everyone!" Woody began. "It's time for the weekly meeting."

There were a few moans, groans and whines from the crowd, but Woody eventually managed to get them all huddled together.

He went through the usual stuff he went through in a meeting, until he came to an important piece of information, which he thought the other might find good.

"Oh and some of you may have heard that Bonnie's dad, has gotten a new job for the day." Woody told him.

"So does that mean there will be no-one in the house?" Trixie asked.

"Yes," Woody began. "And it means we'll be able to go around the house freely and even have the television on."

Cheers erupted from the crowd of huddled toys.

It took Woody a while, but he eventually managed to quieten the toys down.

"Now you'll all be able to do what you want in the house during the day," Woody declared. "But first of all, I want to make a few rules clear."

Even more moans from the toys.

"Guys," Woody began. "If you're wanting to have this privilage, you're going to have to follow a few rules."

Once they were quiet again, Woody continued.

"Rule number one, everyone must be back in this room in their previous position at three-forty on the dot," Woody warned. "Rule number two, no pay per views. Number three, no messing with anything such as a stove, or a bath, or a lighter. In fact, just don't mess with anything that's hot. Number four, leave everything as you found it, we don't need them getting suspicious..."

"Anything else?" Potato-head asked, slightly out of annoyance.

"Oh yeah. and no attracting any attention from the neighbours and no leaving the lights on in unoccupied rooms and..." Woody began, thinking of anything else. "You'll know the rest."

After that meeting, all of the toys split up to do their daily activities.

Woody walked down the stairs and looked through the bookshelf in the front room for something to read.

He had been looking for a good ten minutes, and he still hadn't found anything.

He was too busy looking, that he didn't notice another toy walk down the stairs, climb on the couch and turn the television on.

Until he heard that really annoying theme tune, and it was obvious that someone had turned it one halfway through it.

But no-one ever discovers.

Who would've thought that a girl like me,

Would double as a super staaarrrrr.

Woody turned around, only to be faced with the back of the sofa.

He walked around to see who was sitting there.

You get the best of both worlds.

Chillin' out, take it slow, then you rock out the show.

"Trixie," Woody began, before he saw who was actually there. "Turn Hannah Montana off. It's rubbish."

But his eyes went wide when he saw who had hold of the remote.

"Jessie?" Woody asked.

You get the best of both wor-

She suddenly jumped where she was sitting and quickly and messily changed the channel, only for the channel to change to Rugrats.

She almost dropped the remote as she pressed the off button.

"The tv sure hates me today," Jessie meant to mutter to herself, but Woody heard.

"You were watching Hannah Montana?" Woody asked, folding his arms, with a smirk of amusement.

"Em no..." Jessie answered, suddenly becoming red in the face. "I was erm...channel surfing and this came on."

"Aha," Woody said. "Don't lie to me Jess, I can see you getting all red in the face."

"Boy," Woody began. "Can't wait till everyone hears this. The roughest toughest cow girl in the Wild West watching sissy, sissy Hannah Montana."

Jessie desperately tried to come up with something she could say.

"Well, it's not like I like the music or the plot," Jessie muttered nervously.

"What is it then?" Woody asked expectantly.

"I like the girls accent." Jessie admitted.

"Wait till the guys here this." Woody teased.

"Hey," Jessie defended. "It's not me who made Bonnie's parents suspicious by taping an episode of 'Wizard's of Waverly Place' where that big Mr Laritate believes he's in the Wild West."

"How did you know it was me?" Woody asked, he didn't bother trying to say it wsn't him. She saw right trough him. But none of the toys had found out who did it. "No-one knew who taped it."

Jessie gave an evil smirk.

"I know you Woody," Jessie told him. "And I know you pretty well."

Woody rolled his eyes, he was desperate for something he could blackmail her with.

And it looks like he wasn't going to get it yet.

"I won't say anything if you don't," Woody said with a sigh offering his hand

Jessie smiled, before she shook his hand.

"Deal!"

A/N I know, I was being completely random when I wrote this. But for some reason I always saw Hannah Montana as something Jessie would watch and I don't even know if Rugrats even runs anymore.

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