Disclaimer: I do not own Toy Story.

A/N I would like to thank everyone that has reviewed, sent a suggestion, added this story to alert, added to favourites or have even taken time to read it. What would I do without y'all? Four fifths of the way there! Not stopping now! A/N

The toys first Halloween together as a family rolled by with utmost ease as the autumn slowly evolved into winter and after a night of sugar, junk and hyperactivity for Bonnie Anderson, the next four days passed quickly and sufficiently for the toys.

For the fifth of November, Ms Anderson had already made arrangements for Bonnie to go to her sisters house for a sleep-over, whilst she and her husband went out for the night and this meant that the toys had the house to themselves for the entire night.

High enthusiasm broke out between the toys as Bonnie left the house.

But they all had to agree that Mr Pricklepants was the most enthusiastic of them all, since he was a British designed toy and this night just so happened to be the fifth of November.

"And do you all know what day it is?" Mr Pricklepants asked expectantly, with a voice of high authority as he stood before the toys, intercepting their route towards their usual daily habits.

"Uh...Friday?" Woody asked with a raised eyebrow. He had no idea at what Mr Pricklepants was hinting at, but he sure wasn't looking forward to it.

"No," The hedgehog answered, slightly taken aback that no-one knew. "Well, yes. But that wasn't what I meant. Anyone else?"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh," Trixie urged. "Is it 'Toys-get-to-eat-bacon-day'?"

Hamm stared at her, half shocked, somewhat offended.

"It's nothing personal," Trixie quickly added.

Mr Pricklepants rolled hs eyes.

"Anyone else?"

"Uh...wear straw hats day?" Buzz suggested slowly as he observed the odd hat on Mr Pricklepants head with dull interest.

"What about 'Dress like a farmer day'?" Slinky asked as he gaped at the hedge-hogs weird costume.

"Yet again, the answer is no," Mr Pricklepants snapped, through barely grit teeth. "Anyone else?"

No-one else answered. They were too afraid to answer.

"I can't believe it! No-one knows?" He exclaimed in disbelief. "Why this is utterly pro-"

Jessie couldn't help but sigh glumly, she had been acting like this for most of the day, interrupting the hedge hog from continuing.

"Come on guys," She murmured through a heavy sigh. "It's 'Bonfire Night'."

This caused Mr Pricklepants to smile.

"Why she is absolutely correct." He commented.

But everyone else was left confused.

"Wait? What is 'Bonfire Night'?" Woody asked in confusement and Mr Pricklepants told Woody all about how Guy Fawkes tried to blow up the house of Parliament.

"And I'm planning on doing a reproduction of the very event tonight."

This caused every other toy to sigh in disappointment. Just when they believe they have a night to themselves, something has to ruin it for them.

But fortunately, the only ones acting were Mr Pricklepants himself and the three aliens.

"Wait?" Mr Potato-head suddenly asked. "Why didn't his plan work?"

"The bullet powder was too stale...or something-like-that, and they discovered the barrels of gun powder under the houses of Parliament." Mr Pricklepants answered quickly. He wasn't wanting them to find out that he wasn't sure.

However, Hamm could only snort out of laughter.

"Fail." Hamm remarked. "What did they do after he was caught?"

"Well, they tortured him until he confessed by dislocating his joints and limbs."

Dolly stared at Mr Pricklepants in a somewhat disgusted manner.

"Ewww," She murmured with a cringed face.

"Wait?" Mr Potato-head began, a sudden thought occurring. "What if he never did it at all and was framed?"

"Well, he'd still be tortured."

"But that would mean that he would've died either way, right?"

"Yeah. That's absolutely correct." Mr Pricklepants pointed out, with pride in his voice.

"But that wasn't fair." Trixie pointed out.

"Old England was never fair." Mr Pricklepants stated. "Why you should know what happened to the people who tried to place Henry the eighth in his small coffin."

"Why?" Woody asked in dull interest. "What happened?"

"You wouldn't want to know." The hedge hog informed, shuddering at the thought.

By the time the production actually begun, most of the toys were sat by the edge of the bed, with a clear view of the centre of the room where the stage was set.

When it began, an unusual silence hung in the audience. As if something important had been completely ripped out of reality and it didn't take Buzz long to find out that there was someone missing from the crowd: Jessie.

His eyebrows rose in curiosity. For a moment, he wondered why she wasn't there until he realized that he didn't have to know that, to know that she must've been upset about something. She never disappears like this, not without someone knowing that she's gone off.

So, without hesitation, Buzz snuck his way out of the crowd and began to look for her.

Jessie stared glumly out of the window as she rested her head against the glass.

Depression never struck her like this and she knew that this was beyond extreme for her. Maybe it was because of the fact that she knew today was the fifth of November, or maybe it was because the others were celebrating the occasion? But she was still left in this depressed state.

Down below the rays of light, from the raging streetlights, glistened of the road tarmac, mainly because of the rain from the previous night.

Nevertheless, she envied the glistening. It was as if it was trying to shove her depression in her face, whilst they could enjoy the marvelous joys of life, bathing in it like power-hungry millionaires.

Blinking hard, she shook her head to clear her thoughts.

She was too lost in her glum world to even realize that Buzz was approaching, until he parked himself beside her.

Slowly turning her head towards him, she forced a soft smile as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Is anything the matter, Jess?" Buzz asked in concern. Even though he knew her well enough to have a vague idea of what was bothering her. "You've been acting like this all day."

She was about to lie, when she saw no point. Buzz could always see past her charades, just like she could with him. She let out a deep sigh.

"Emily used to celebrate Bonfire Night." Jessie glumly admitted. "She and her parents used to put on their own fireworks and...she used to take me out to watch them with her."

Jessie closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to clear the memories of Emily from her mind. Fireworks...oh, how Jessie used to love fireworks. And now she's lost Emily forever.

The reminded of the gact made Jessie's world even duller.

Buzz didn't have anything to say to this. He didn't know what to say.

But he knew what he could do.

Taking Jessie's hand in hers, he unlatched the window and helped Jessie to climb up to the roof. But not before Jessie could ask:

"What are you doing?"

Buzz smiled softly, before answering:

"Just go with it Jess."

Jessie was about to hesitate, when she remembered what she had told Buzz a few months back before they performed the Spanish dance. So she reluctantly agreed.

Once they were on the roof, Jessie gaped at the glistening tiles before shaking her head. She couldn't back down. She promised Buzz.

Buzz urged her to sit down, so she did and he took her hand.

It was lucky that Buzz knew about the firework display that night.

Jessie's eyes seemed to stare off into space, until a dusty white line in the sky caught her eye. Her head instantly snapped in the direction and she gasped when the first firework erupted. Its streaming maze of colours protruded against the pitch black sky.

At first she wasn't sure whether to be excited or depressed, because of the memories of Emily it brought, until Buzz gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. He knew exactly how she felt.

"Look Jess. I just want to let you know that you won't be alone in any of this. No matter what."

Her instinct told her to protest, when she shook her head. Buzz was right.

"I know."

Smiling warmly, Buzz then wrapped his arms around her and it wasn't long before she was snuggled in his loving embrace.

And they watched the fireworks in a comforting silence.

Yeah...Buzz sure did love fireworks, but none of these compared to Jessie.

Since she was his firework.

'Cause baby you're my firework!

Come and show them what you're worth,

Make them go oh, oh, oh,

As you shoot across the sky-y-y'

'Remember,
Remember,
The fifth of November.'

Yeah...this sure was one date Jessie'd never forget.

A/N Oh, and I also do not own 'Firework'. That belong to Katy Perry:)

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