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"Come on Jess," Woody encouraged. "It's easy."

"Well that's easy for you to say," Jessie mocked.

They were both standing before an excitable Buster, in the center of Andy's room. All of the other toys either did not want to do this, or they had other plans.

And Woody was here, trying to teach Jessie how to get Buster to perform tricks.

"Jess, trust me, it's easy," Woody told her. "All you have to do is point to the ground."

She pointed a hand towards the ground sloppily.

"Sit," She instructed, her voice was slightly weak. Buster would not have it, and he yapped as he happily circled the two of them.

"See I told ya," Jessie stated. "He doesn't listen to me, but he listens to everyone else, especially you."

"I wonder why that is?" Woody muttered. It may just be that Buster was having one of his stubborn days where he won't listen to anyone."

"Sit!" Woody encouraged and he firmly pointed his hand to the ground.

Buster say instantly and wagged his tail.

"Told ya," Jessie repeated mockingly. "He doesn't listen to me. After all that work opening to door for him last week."

"Maybe it's just because he ain't used to you yet?" Woody suggested.

Jessie glared at him as if he had just made the stupidest comment in the world.

"He sure seems plenty fine when I'm playing with him," Jessie said with a sarcastic tone to her voice.

"That's cause he's a puppy, he'll play with anyone. But it does take a while for him to get used to you." Woody pointed out, forcing himself not to roll his eyes.

"And how long dod it take you to teach him those tricks?" Jessie asked expectantly.

Woody frowned. Okay, so maybe she is right.

"A week," Woody admitted with a sigh. "Then let's try this one."

Woody flailed his arms around in the air slightly. "Reach for the sky!"

Buster stood and held his paws in the air, while quivering.

Buster sat back down.

"Now you try."

She did try it.

He rolled on the floor.

Jessie glared at Woody and frowned. She had to force herself not to let out a loud growl.

"Ya see, he never does a thing I ask him."

"Then there's no point showing you the 'Gotcha' trick." Woody said with a smile.

"What?" Jessie asked and she folded her arms. "What 'Gotcha' trick Woody?"

Woody bit his lip. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that. There would be no doubt that she'd want to know what it was.

He sighed and turned to Buster. Woody made Buster 'reach for the sky' again and then shouted 'Gotcha!', shaping his hand to the shape of a pistol. Buster let out a howl, pressing his paws to his chest, right where his heart should be. He spun in his position dazely, before falling to the floor. Jessie became wide-eyed, why wouldn't Buster ever do that for her.

Woody congratulared him by attacking him with a round of tickles.

"Who's a good boy?" Woody asked, his voice slightly higher than usual. "Who's a good boy."

"That's not fair," Jessie complained. "How come he listens to everyone, but me?"

Woody stopped and looked up.

"Come on Jess, you know it's nothing personal," Woody urged. "Even though he probably assumes you are younger than us, because you sometimes act like a four-year-old on a sugar rush." He muttered under his breath, without realizing it.

He pressed a hand to his lips. He surely was in for it.

"Ooops,"

Jessie gave him a death glare, before grinning evilly.

Uh oh, Woody thought. He knew this was going to be something bad. He knew that smile, even though he had only known her for a week and a half.

Jessie dived on him and attacked him with tickles. Woody was now laughing hysterically and Jessie was griinning maniacally.

Woody somehow managed to flail his arm upwards and frowned when he couldn't get t down.

He looked up and realized Buster was right next to him.

Seeing this, Jessie smirked and picked ap a small chew ball, that was right next to Buster.

Woody then realized he had gotten his arm stuck in between Buster's collar and neck.

Maybe Buster would dom as Jessie says now.

She guessed there was only one way to find out.

She smirked evilly.

This sure would be a hell of a lot of fun.

"Hey Buster, go fetch!" She ordered throwing the ball, with all her strength, to the other side of the room.

It bounced several times, as Buster began to chase it. Woody's hand was still trapped, so he ended up being dragged along with him.

"No Buster no!" Woody yelled, tugging at Buster's collar, desperate to get free.

Jessie giggled like a maniac as Woody screamed when he was being dragged along the room.

Maybe Buster wasn't so bad after all?

A/N Poor Woody, but I was to busy giggling to feel sorry.

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