Disclaimer: I do not own Toy Story.

A/N I would like to thank everyone who 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

"And this," Mr Pricklepants began, with the utmost authority in his voice as he spoke to the sitting crowd of keenly interested toys. "Is how the sun rises in the morning."

The only toys that weren't in this crowd were Woody and Buzz, who were making arrangements of some sort; Jessie, who was off watching a documentary downstairs, and Mr Pricklepants himself.

The crowd was left gobsmacked by Mr Pricklepant's theory, which was inspired by the beliefs of Christianity, and his own 'personal' twists.

"Wow." Was all Mr Potato-head could murmur. "He does so much for us, yet he doesn't ask for anything in return."

"Golly Bob Howdy," Slinky muttered in disbelief.

"And you used think it was all a scam," Hamm commented as he expectantly turned towards the spud.

"Hey!" Mr Potato-head protested. "You thought it was all a scam first!"

"What on Earth are you propostorous mutants on about?"

"Hamm thought Bible was scam!" Mr Potato-head instantly exclaimed, receiving a very shocked look from the Porcupine.

"No I didn't!" Hamm instantly protested. But Mr Pricklepants would have none of it as he gaped at Hamm in horror.

"Sir William Shakespear would be appauled by your outrageous statement."

"Why, he didn't worship the Bible did he?" Hamm asked.

"No," Mr Pricklepants answered. "He's be outrageous over your appaulling grammar. And he will get his own back."

"How?" Hamm asked, forcing the smirk from his lips. This was probably the weirdest conversation he's ever had with the Porcupine.

"By promoting our beliefs to the other toys that are unable to be here at the current moment."

"What?"

"You have no choice,"

"Of course I must have a choice," Hamm argued in slight disbelief. "This is a free country."

"Ooh," Mr Potato-head urged. "I've got an idea."

And then, without slight hesitation, Mr Potato-head bent down and reached under Hamm's stomach, only to quickly swipe the cork from the Piggybank's belly.

And all of this was done in...oh, what? Three seconds?

Hamm gaped at the Porcupine in shock, desperately trying to ignore the snickers from the other toys.

"Hey!" Hamm protested, taking a step forward, towards the spud. "You can't take that!"

"I just have," Mr Potato-head answered slyly, before opening his back and popping the cork inside.

"Oh no, not in there." Hamm complained.

Just great. Now he'd never get it back.

"Give it back." Hamm instructed, in a defeated manner, but Mr Potato-head would have none of it.

Mr Pricklepants then cleared his throat in an 'I'm-all-too-important' way, receiving the attention of the quarelling individuals.

"I can assure you that he shall give it back to you once you have completed a favour."

Hamm was beyond outraged. But he felt naked without his cork.

"Fine," He spat out of annoyance. "What do you want me to do?"

Mr Pricklepants smiled.

He knew the exact thing to do.

Jessie continued to watch the documentary as she sighed in a breath of warm air. It wasn't like her to enjoy something like this.

But this Space documentary was so darn interesting. She never knew that Neptune's rings reached the height of a two-story building.

Looking up, she gaped at the ceiling.

Whoah, that's like as big as this house, and boy did this house seem big to a toy.

Jessie grinned as she continued to watch the programme. She had never realized how wonderful the universe really was until this day, where she had unwillingly stumbled across this channel as she attempted to flick towards Disney.

However, she now told herself, Space would kick Hannah Motana's butt any day.

Jessie could only giggle at this thought.

Wow, who knew that the facts of Space could be this intriguing? She certainly never knew.

She made a mental note not to fall asleep next time Buzz started talking 'facts and figures' to her, she could actually learn something interesting.

Hell, if she was even that bothered, she could go and have a nice conversation with Hamm.

It turned out to be rather ironic that Hamm was the next toy to walk into the room, biting down on an 'X' shaped cross as he strode forward on his trotter.

God how he didn't want to do this.

But his eyes widened slightly when he saw what Jessie was watching.

What the hell was she on today?

She certainly never was the one to willingly watch anything 'scientific'. So this was why he asked:

"What you watching?" Hamm asked out of curiosity.

This broke Jessie from her momenteral trance and she then snapped her head towards the Piggy-bank.

"Oh, I'm just watching a Documentary on Space."

"I see," Hamm commented, before he asked. "Did you know that God created the universe?"

"He did?" Jessie asked. "But I thought it was the Big-Bang."

"Well, that's what Mr Pricklepants told me to do, so I'm doing it."

"Huh?" Jessie asked in a state of slight confusion, her eye twiching from the TV to Hamm continuously. God did she wish the remote had a pause button.

"Oh," Hamm then began. "And he also told me to advertise his campaign." He said, indicating the X, made from twigs they found outside, in his mouth.

"What campaign?" Jessie asked slowly, her eyebrow raising as she stared at the Pig oddly.

"Uh...," Hamm began, trying to rack his memory for what Mr Pricklepants told her. "Oh, a campaign to prevent intervening spikes, from forming knots, in Porcupine's everywhere."

Jessie's jaw dropped at this, to such an extent that the presentator in the documentary just seemed like an anonymous whipser.

"But that's just for himself."

"I know, but he believes that it's 'helping God'."

Jessie couldn't help but giggle-snort at Hamm's last comment.

Hamm only sighed. Oh how he really wanted to be in her position now..

"Oh," Jessie began in a certainly enthusiastic manner, of which usually meant that she was planning something; but, giving the situation, Hamm gave her a chance. "And did ya know that Neptune's rings are as tall as a two-story building?"

His eyes rose at this. Boy did he love science.

"No, I didn't know that."

"Well, this programme has loads of facts like this."

Ooh, such a tempting offer.

Well...his cork really didn't matter that much did it? Especially not when Science was involved.

And Science could whip religion's butt any day.

"Can I watch it with you?"

Her face brightened at this.

"Sure,"

So, instead of getting his cork back and spreading the word of religion about, Hamm decided to stick to science.

Worst. Mistake. Ever.

A/N Sorry this is short. I shall let you dear readers decide what happens to Hamm next, unless you really want to have me write it out.

Sorry, but I just couldn't resist a Hamm/Jessie fluff. But just get one thing clear: I NEVER WROTE THEM AS A PAIRING! They are friends. So, NOTHING MORE THAN THAT! Anything more than that is just gross, lol!

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