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

Woody briefly scanned the room for the inspiration of a prank he could pull on Jessie. By now the fluff, from the towels, that had once been on his face was long gone. But he still felt the horrible texture from the syrup against his cheeks and it annoyed the hell out of him. Why did syrup have to be so sticky?

After a few moments, he shook his head in order to clear his thoughts. What he really needed was an idea; he needed some type of prank he could pull on Jessie in order to engage in his payback.

But what could he do?

Looking around the room, he was unable to come up with anything in the slightest.

'Hmmm? Could he perhaps use glue to stick her to the floor...? No, that would be too hazardous. What if they couldn't get Jessie removed from the glue by the time? They'd be in huge trouble if that was the case.

What about glitter?

No, trying to get the molecules out of her hair would be an absolute nightmare. And he was unsure if they would be successful in getting all of it off.

He thought for another few moments, all of which seemed to pass slowly and glumly, before he noticed the marker that Jessie had dropped on the floor and he saw that the top half was almost completely off; as if the insides were about to flood out.

And this was what gave him the idea.

Yeah...this sure would be one hell of a messy mess; not to mention green.

Rex sighed in relief after he was back at the computer desk, directly alongside Trixie as they waited for the computer game to load up. "I thought he was the Chicken Man."

Slowly turning around, Trixie then stared at him in a dumbfounded way.

"Who's the Chicken Man?" She asked, unsure whether she should laugh out loud or take a cautious step away from the green dinosaur. The yell about the Chicken Man beforehand unnerved her; it had been so unexpected.

"Well..." Rex began nervously, suddenly aware of how big of a fool he was making himself seem. "He was this guy who used to be on TV a while back and he was dressed as a Chicken...he was scary."

"When was this?" Trixie asked.

"Oh, about nine years ago, do you remember it?"

Trixie suddenly shot Rex a death glare.

Uh oh, what has he done now?

"Rex, Bonnie received me as a Christmas present when she was three."

Rex suddenly took an anxious step back. He was fortunate enough that his arms were actually long enough to enable himself to wring his hands together out of nervousness.

"O-oh," Rex began to stammer. "So you're like t-"

"Yes Rex," Trixie answered, rolling her eyes. "I'm two-years-old."

If it was possible for a toy of that make, Rex would've blushed all kinds of red. There would be a variety of different shades, not just one.

"I-I'm sorry! It's not my fault."

Trixie rolled her eyes again and chuckled.

"I was only kidding Rex."

"You were?" Rex asked in disbelief.

"Of course I was," She began, before she asked. "But why did you call Woody 'the Chicken Man'?"

"Uh..." Rex began, not wanting to get further into the subject. "Its a long story."

"Well we've got a long day." Trixie encouraged, before smiling innocently.

She knew Rex couldn't stand that look!

"Oh, all right," Rex sighed and was about to tell her, when they suddenly heard panting from behind them. Looking to the floor, they then saw Woody struggling to get himself onto the desk by climbing onto the chair and then the desk.

"Hey Rex, Trixie." Woody began to breathlessly stammer. "Will you guys help me with something?"

Trixie rose an eye at this. What could Woody possibly want help with? He knew everything.

"What?" Trixie asked in half-hearted interest.

He didn't click 'lock' on the iPhone again, did he? Trixie questioned herself.

"Well, you noticed Jessie's prank before right?"

Rex swallowed a gulp out of nervousness. He sure didn't need reminders.

"Right."

"Well, I was just hoping you could help me with a prank I want to pull on her."

Trixie's eyes widened at this. Wow, he surely was an idiot.

But...Trixie loved to pull pranks! She loved them almost as much as video games; almost.

"Hmm...?" Trixie murmured, suddenly becoming interested. "What's in it for us?"

"Uh...a chance for humiliation? And a laugh?"

Trixie just couldn't help but smile at this. Boy did she love to laugh.

"Okay." She answered slowly, as if she was still reluctant. "What were you planning on doing?"

"Well..." Woody murmured, before he told them everything.

Eve though her prank was long finished by now, she couldn't help but smile and let out the occasional giggle when the memory drifted back to her mind every so often.

By this time, Jessie was sat victoriously against the edge of Bonnie's bed as she celebrated her success to herself.

"Ha!" She exclaimed to herself (Buzz was long gone by now, playing checkers with Slinky). "I'd like to see him come with with a prank as good as that."

Little did she know that he was coming up with one as she spoke.

But he's Woody.

Looking in Jessie's direction, Bullseye found himself really not wanting o do this. But the poor horse just couldn't refuse Woody and the Sheriff darn well knew it, so he used it to his own personal advantage.

However, Woody licked his lips and rubbed his hands together as he watched the scene from the computer desk.

He had the practical prank right in place. The pen was lying in the centre of the room, with the top half unscrewed slightly. But when Jessie picked up the leaky pen, she'll step into the trap and Rex and Trixie will pull the prank.

A piece of string was wrapped around the top of the pen and when the dinosaurs pulled the end, the top will unscrew, and the ink will go everywhere.

Boy was Woody glad that the pen was already leaking before he used it.

Bullseye neighed to himself, before he sighed and ran towards Jessie. When he was there, he swiped the hat off Jessie's hat and galloped towards the green marker.

It took Jessie a few moments to realize what was happening. But when she did, she gasped before snapping her head in Bullseye's direction.

She swore that, if it was Woody, she'd kill him.

But she could only roll her eyes when she realized it was Bullseye and she slowly rose to her feet.

"Bullseye!" She called in annoyance. "Give it back!"

"Darn it!" Jessie muttered as she stood before her hat.

Why did Bullseye have to drop it on the leaky marker?

At first, she assumed that it was only a small leakage. Her thoughts were entirely different later on.

Picking up her hat and placing it to the side, she frowned at the sight of the pen. That was why it was leaking! The point wasn't even on properly.

So, picking up the pen awkwardly, she tried her best to screw it on.

Unfortunately, she was unable to notice the string connected the top half, until she felt a tugging sensation at her hand, causing the top half of the pen to rip off entirely, instead of falling off.

And this dented the ink cartridge inside, making it seemed angled and unnatural.

Jessie cursed to herself as the tug from the string made her hand fly backwards, causing the ink to go everywhere.

After a few moments, she could clearly hear Woody's cackling laughter echo across the room, like a scream in an endless chasm of darkness.

"April Fools!"

This made her absolutely furious and she was about to snap at him, when she remembered what time it was and she smirked.

"Wha...?" Woody murmured, his laughter dieing down into nothing but a nervous chuckle. "What are you smiling about?"

"The joke's on you, loser!"

"What?"

"It's after twelve." Jessie clearly stated. "It's bad luck to pull a prank after midday."

"What do you mean bad luck?" Woody asked, perching in her direction.

But it turned out that he asked this a little too late.

"Go long Bullseye!" Mr Potato-head yelled as he used all of his strength to throw the stress rugby ball. "Fetch!"

The Sheriff didn't even have a chance to question why Bullseye was even on the desk, before he felt the ball hit his back. The impact off this threw him off the desk and he landed with a painful grunt as he skidded to a halt. It turned out that he went right through the pile of ink on the floor.

Mr Potato-head bit his lip at this.

"Oops," Was all he could murmur as Woody lifted his head from the floor. His face was completely green!

None of them could help it; they burst into a fit of laughter.

"The joke's on you!"

A/N Sorry I didn't post this yesterday. And I'm also sorry if it rambles on a bit. It's like gone three in the morning, but I just couldn't help myself:)

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