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Jessie's eyes widened as she began to look.

"Bullseye!" Jessie hissed in a whisper, she pulled back the covers, so she could look.

Nothing.

"Bullseye?" Jessie hissed again, but this time, her voice was full of even more worry.

Where in the world has Bullseye got to?

She mentally winced when she realized how long Woody would use this against her if he found out.

No, there was no way she was going to let him find out.

Jessie then began to think up of possible places Bullseye would be.

In the closet?

Since that was the only place she could think of at that moment, she tried it.

Once she was there, she looked inside the closet.

There was still nothing.

"Have you lost something," She heard someone behind her ask.

Her eyes widened and for a brief moment, she thought that it had been Woody, but when she turned around, Woody wasn't there.

It was Buzz instead and she gave a sigh of relief.

"No..." She murmured. "Not exactly."

Buzz's eyebrows furrowed in confusement.

"What do you mean?" Buzz asked and when Jessie didn't answer, he took it that something was wrong. "Did you lose something?"

He acted in his own charade. He just had to hope that Jessie believed it.

Jessie considered for a moment whether she should tell Buzz or not.

"I-I well-" She began to stutter, but she shook her head to clear her thoughts. "I can't find Bullseye anywhere!"

"Y-you can't," Buzz asked as he forced himself not to smirk.

"No, please, please don't tell Woody," She urged. "He'll kill me if he finds out."

"I won't," Buzz promised.

There would be no need to tell Woody, he'd never break a promise he made to Jessie.

Well at least at the moment he won't.

"Thank you so much," She told him, giving a sigh of relief.

"Do you want me to help you find him?" Buzz asked.

Buzz believed he knew exactly where Bullseye was.

"Please?" She begged.

"Where did you see him last?" Buzz asked, even though he was pretty sure he knew. He couldn't let Jessie see past his charade.

Jessie tugged at her braid as she tried to remember.

"Oh...I don't know, somewhere by the door I think?" Jessie answered.

Buzz pretended to think.

"Have you checked the bathroom?"

Jessie's eyes widened when she considered the possibility.

He could have, very well, gone there.

"Thanks Buzz!" She told him and she sprinted away.

Buzz didn't follow her.

Well at the moment he didn't.

He'd give it a few moments.

Jessie rushed over to the bathroom as fast as her legs could carry her.

She had to find Bullseye before Woody found out.

She gave a gasp of air as she stopped in her tracks, standing before the bathroom door.

Once she got her breath back, she made her way inside.

She scanned the area for Bullseye.

At first she found nothing, but she then looked up. And there was Bullseye, standing on the sink.

She looked around, to see how she could get up there.

When she spotted a route, she jumped onto the toilet seat and climbed onto the sink.

Her eyes went wide when she saw what Bullseye was doing.

"No! Bullseye!" She yelled. "You're not supposed to do that."

How could he even have possibly done it? Is it even phyiscally possible for a toy or a human?

He sniffed what lay before his feet, he let the smell fill his senses again.

Lavender...

"No Bullseye, stop it, you're not supposed to eat that stuff."

For some reason, she thought she heard a stiffened, been directed from somewhere behind her.

But, when she turned her head around, she saw nothing.

She must have imagined it. But she remembered why she was feeling anxious, when she saw what Bullseye had just eaten.

How could he have eaten half a bar of soap?

How did he even have that much in him to eat that much.

"Bullseye, why did you eat soap?" Jessie asked.

Bullseye took a step back and began to look guilty.

"Woody's gonna kill me Bullseye," She told the horse anxiously. "That stuff's bad for you."

Bullseye neighed.

"I don't care if it smelled nice and tasted good, Bullseye," Jessie began. "Woody's gonna be really mad, at the both of us."

He neighed again.

"What do you mean he's only going to be mad at me?" She asked and Bullseye gave an answer. "Hey, you can't blame me for this. You were the one who ran off."

For some reason, Bullseye then looked up to the light in the room and his eyes narrowed, before tilting his head back. He sneezed, but he didn't only just sneeze. Suds came out of his nose and mouth.

"Darn it Bullseye," Jessie urged. "We cannot tell Woody about this."

Too bad he already knew.

"We have to get your mouth washed, or they'll notice something wrong with you."

Jessie turned the taps on and pushed Bullseye forward, so that his open mouth was hanging under the taps and she began to rinse it with water.

When she thought she may have washed all of the suds out, she pulled Bullseye back up to her.

To her surprise, he began to gag and choke.

"Bullseye!" She yelled. She thought something was going wrong with him. "Bullseye!"

Bullseye began to choke even more and his body shook, before he fell on his side, lying in a heap on the surface.

"Bullseye!" She yelled and she leant next to him. She pressed a hand to her forehead and her eyes instantly stung when she caught soap in them.

The room was suddenly filled with laughter and Bullseye let out a neigh of amusement.

She turned around and instantly saw Buzz and Woody, stood by the bathroom door, both in fits of laughter.

"Gotcha!" Woody yelled and her eyes narrowed. "I knew you weren't watching him properly!"

They began to laugh even more, as her hands curled into fists out of anger.

"Now here's a lesson well learnt," Woody added. "You have learnt your lesson didn't you?"

"Oh yeah...I've learnt a lesson," She answered through grit teeth. "I've learnt exactly how far you can go, before I start taking measures?"

Woody eyebrows raised in confusement.

"Huh?"

"And you know what else I've learnt?" Jessie asked, before giving an evil grin. "Suddy water stings your eyes...I wonder what half a bar of soap would do?"

Woody's eyes widened and he swallowed a gulp.

Jessie picked up the remaining half of the soap.

"Um...Buzz," Woody began. "I think we should run."

"Right behind you Sheriff," Buzz replied.

They ran away like little girls, as Jessie chased them with the bar of soap.

Woody should have know that the plan would've eventually backfired on him.

But he had been too caught up in the moment to think ahead.

And boy was he going to regret it.

A/N Poor Woody and Buzz, but you know not to get on Jessie's bad side and Bullseye...well we just have to hope that you don't decide to barf up the soap later.

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