Disclaimer: I do not own Toy Story. I would like to thank everyone that has reviewed, sent a suggestion, added this story to alert, added to favourites or has even taken time to read it. What would I do without y'all? Over two thirds of the way there! Not stopping now!

Woody abruptly burst out laughing in front of everyone, catching their full attention, since he was the closest toy to the television.

"That wasn't the funny joke that I said would be coming up," Hamm commented.

"It isn't?" Woody asked out of curiosity.

"Nope."

"Yeah," Jessie agreed. "I never found someone explaining a word in the dictionary that funny either."

"But he spelt access wrong," Woody told her.

"It still ain't funny."

Suddenly, Hamm burst out laughing.

"What?" Woody asked.

"That was the joke," Hamm told them.

"Well I must've missed it." Woody murmured. "What was it?"

It took Hamm a few moments to get his laughter under control.

"Hahaha, the guy-hahaha, thought he lost his coins, when they were really in his socks all along."

They all stared art Hamm oddly.

"That wasn't funny either," Jessie commented.

"Then what do you find amusing?" Woody asked.

She shrugged. "I dunno. But I know that if I created something like this, it'd be funnier than this."

"Oh yeah?" Woody asked in a challenging manner. "I'd like to see you try."

Jessie surely was in a competitive mood that day; so she almost instantly answered.

"Ok then. Fine, I will."

Hamm snorted in laughter.

"Like you ever could."

"Well I bet it'd be better than yours."

"Is that a challenge?" Hamm asked.

"Huh, I guess it is," Jessie remarked.

"Fine then," Hamm said. "We'll both get into groups and come up with a sit-com idea on our own and improvise it out."

"Okay,"

"Fine, we each get three other toys in our group, and everyone else will be in the audience."

"The game's on!"

Jessie gaped at Woody in disbelief.

"Really Woody?" She asked. "That was the best you could come up with?"

The Sheriff cleared his throat.

"Please Jess," He began. "May I remind you that it was your job to come up with it. Not mine."

"But I did come up with something," Jessie pointed out.

"Yeah," Woody began. "But it's unrealistic and it doesn't have a chance of catching any laughs."

She folded her arms across her chest before glaring at Woody.

"So, the life's of kids in an orphanage is unrealistic?"

"Not only that," Woody began. "But it can also offend those whose live in orphanages."

"And takng the micky out of a group of people developng a self-publshed news paper isn't?" She asked.

She rolled her eyes when Woody didn't give an answer.

Why did she had to be grouped with Woody?

After a few moments she shook her head to clear her thoughts.

At least she had Buzz and Bullseye in her group.

"Come on Mr Mason," Mr Prickleplants said as dramatically as he could. "We have to get into town to check that everyone has enough money for the building programme."

Hamm had grouped himself with Mr Pricklepants, Mr Potato-head and Slinky, it wasn't a perfect combination, but it was better than who Jessie had.

Mr Potato-head was Mr Mason, the grouchy bank manager. Mr Pricklepants was Charles D., the get set on becoming a famous poet, but first needed the money for pen and paper. Slinky was the town mayor, and Hamm was the rich butcher, named John Hammoth who wanted to run a business in later life; he loved making sarcastic jokes.

"We have enough," Hamm commented. "But it's in everyone elses pockets."

Hamm looked up, expecting laughter. But everyone else remained silent, until eh glared.

"Oh," Mrs Potato-head began, wanting to please her husband. "I..get it. Hahaha." She said before chuckling nervously.

"Woody! Your idea is boring!" She hissed into his ear when they had, yet again, failed to receive the laughter Woody wanted.

When would he learn that metaphorical snakes in boots were not funny?

"I'd like to see you come up with something better," Woody answered quietly.

"Fine, I will," She told him, before a wild grin appeared on her face.

She had just the idea.

Whilst the audience were staring expectantly at Buzz, Woody, Jessie and Bullseye, she was able to come up with an idea.

"Yeee Haaaw!" She yelled as she swiped the hat off his head. "I'd like to see you come up with an article on this."

Jessie was Jennifer Saunders in the sit-com, the partially annoying younger sister of Robert Saunders, AKA Woody.

With the help of Derek, otherwise Buzz, who was determined on becoming a novelist, they managed to create a self-published newspaper article. Which they sold around the town for fifty cents a copy. Bullseye was the dog that hung around, too intelligent for his own good.

"Hey!" Woody protested. "Give that back Jes-I mean Jennifer."

"Not until you write an article on this, 'big-shot'."

"It's B-I mean Derek who writes the articles. I just run it...remember?"

"Nah," Jessie answered mockingly. "I don't speak Queer."

This received laughter from everyone in the audience. Woody could only glare at Jessie, otherwise, he'd be breaking character.

"Jennifer," Woody began. "Give it back."

"No!" Jessie said.

The whole room seemed to bellow with laughter as Woody chased Jessie across the room. it went on like this for quite some time...until Jessie 'accidentally' got his string tangled to the leg of the bed.

If this wasn't a funny sit-com, then Jessie didn't know what was.

A/N Yeah...so this is kinda wacky. I wrote the last half of this whilst in school, and I just got my maths exam results back, so I'm feeling rather random.

Actually, I think the inspiration of this idea came to me in English the other day. We have to write our own Sit-Com's...mine won't be very good.

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