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Once Andy had left for school, Woody walked up to Bo.

He had something he wanted to ask her; but the weird thing was, he had no idea how to say it to her.

"Uh...hi Bo," Woody muttered.

They had been going out for quite some time now and they had even kissed several times.

But now Woody wanted to ask her; but he had no idea how to, no idea at all.

"Hello dear," Bo said cheerfully as she twirled her cane around.

"I...just wanted to ask you something..."

"And what would that be?" Bo asked, a smile looming on her face.

"Will you uh..." Woody really wanted to ask her and he really tried to do so, but he was tongue-tied when he tried. So he said the first thing that came to his mind. "Help me find my hat?"

Bo stared at Woody oddly, as if he were from another planet.

"Um...you're wearing your hat dear," Bo pointed out slowly.

Woody bit his lip, before looking completely embarrassed.

He then pretended that he hadn't known his hat was there.

"Oh, I have it on now," Woody began, he thought it was an obvious lie. He brushed his fingers against the rim, before readjusting it. "That sneaky Bullseye," Woody then remarked.

Bo continued to stare at him oddly, but she then shook her head.

It must just be his mood swings acting up again. Bo was the only one to know that he often had mood swings and she also knew that he became very forgetful when he had them.

"Okay...well, if you don't mind, I have a question of my own," Bo said.

"Go ahead," Woody offered, knowing that her question would go much more smoothly than his just did.

"Can we go on a date tonight?" Bo asked. "Since Andy, Molly and Mum are all going out for a meal, and won't be coming back until late."

Woody had to force his jaw to not drop open.

"Uh...OK-I mean yeah...I'd really like that, meet with you at around sevenish?" Woody asked.

"Seven o'clock it is then, " Bo said, before smiling and walking away.

Woody was left gobsmacked.

He had just made a complete fool of himself, but Bo made asking her question look like a walk in the park.

He really had to sort himself out, or they may as well remain at this level, in their relationship, forever.

It was then that he realized the only way he could do this tonight, was to get some advice.

He considered all of the people that may be able to help him, before mentally crossing out the names of the people who wouldn't.

His eyes widened when he realized who the only person, who could help them, would be.

And he swallowed a gulp.

This sure would be embarrassing.

Woody eventually found Jessie. But for some reason, she seemed to be trying to count the stars on the wall. But with her being Jessie, she lost count very easily.

"Twenty..." She muttered to herself. "Twenty-one...twenty-two...twenty-three...damn it!" She yelled.

Woody approached up to her.

"Um...Jessie?"

"Hmmm?" She murmured.

"I've got a favour to ask of you," He muttered and her face instantly lit up.

"You came to me for a favour?" She asked excitedly.

Woody mentally slapped himself, he'd never hear the end of this; but he wasn't going to back off now.

"Yeah...you're a girl right?" He asked and her eyebrows rose.

"No...my character just had a sexual transplant-of course I'm a girl you idiot," She exclaimed. "What kind of a question is that?"

"Well-it's just-"

"Are you having problems with Bo?"

His eyes widened.

She really could see right through him.

"You are, aren't you?" She asked. "This is too good to be true." She then remarked.

"Okay, okay, okay. Yes I am, but you can't tell anyone," He said hurriedly. "Promise?"

She seemed to consider for a moment.

"What's in it for me?" She demanded, an evil grin appearing on her face.

Woody brainstormed of as many suggestions he could think of. But the only one, that he really thought would work, was one he should keep a secret.

But desperate times call for desperate measures.

"I'll tell you something about Buzz," He told her and Jessie's face lit up.

"Okay, I'll help you with Bo, but only if you tell me about Buzz first."

Woody bit his lip, but he then told Jessie about Mrs Nesbit.

She burst out laughing.

"Oh...poor Buzz," She remarked.

"But you have to promise not to tell anyone,"

"I promise," She said.

"Now, tell me how I can ask Bo to be my girl friend."

Jessie had to keep a smirk from her face; Woody coming to her for help was priceless.

"Well first you should..."

When Bo met Woody, later on that night, it was time for their date.

He took her downstairs, and helped her cllimb onto the couch.

"Now, I've got a perfect movie for us to watch, and I believe it's your favourite."

He climbed off the couce and walked over to the VCR, before he entered a tape and rewinded it to the beginning.

He grabbed the remote and walked back to the couce, before he climbed up.

Woody pressed play on the remote and 'Honey, I shrunk the kids' began to play.

Bo's eyebrows rose slightly.

After they were ten minutes into the film, Woody outstretched his arm, so that he was stroking Bo's hat. Bo immediately began to feel uncomfortable, but she let it pass.

Woody then scooted closer to her and placed a large hand on her stomach, before he leant into her.

It was all apart of the process.

Bo began to feel all-the-more uncomfortable, but she still did not say anything at that moment.

Almost half-an-hour had now gone by and Woody looked up to Bo.

"So...how do you like the movie so far?" Woody asked.

"Well, it's interesting. But it's not my favourite though," Bo stated and Woody's eyebrows rose.

"Huh?"

"I prefer the 'Terminator'. 'Honey, I shrunk the Kids is Mrs Potato-head's favourite."

Woody's eyes widened.

He had thought he was following everything to the plan. He had followed Jessie's plan, that would help lead up to a point where he could ask Bo to be hi girl friend.

But it was then that he realized the truth and he felt like an idiot.

Jessie had tricked him and told him everything that Mrs Potato-head enjoyed.

And he also then realized something else.

Jessie was surely going to pay.

A/N Lol, Jessie owned you Woody. Hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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