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Jessie stifled the biggest smirk of her life as she carefully rolled the black Magic 8 Ball towards the top step of the stairs. The plastic coverings easly reflected the surrounding lights that loomed across the area like a hungry eagle stalking over easy prey; a victim that would obviously be easy to catch. Maybe even the easiest of them all.

However, she frowned as her concentrated gaze tavelled from the ball, to the step, and then to the dark ball again. Wringing a hand over the back of her neck purely out of deep thought, Jessie couldn't help but wonder how on Earth she was supposed to get it all the way down the stairs safely?

Taking an intrigued step backwards, Jessie's brows furrowed in thought as she inspected each and every step individually, making sure she scanned them one at a time to make to make sure she didn't miss a single detail. Most of her concentration was now focused on the carefully carved railings that hung on the side of the stairs of which was opposite to the wall. If it hadn't been for the railings, then someone (including one of the toys) could have tripped a long time ago, and could've possibly broken a neck, or a vital toy part (whether it was a hand, foot, an arm etc. was an entirely different matter).

"Hmmm..." Jessie began to murmur as as thoughtfully tucked her chin between her thumb and her index finger. How in the world was she supposed to get it down?

This thought seemed to trouble her as she thought through it for a few minutes. However, it was a while before she realized that getting it down wasn't the worst of her problems: How was she supposed to get it down to the ground floor 'safely'?

Jessie then frowned again as another question struck her with full force: Was it even possible to get the ball down to the ground floor without breaking it?

It sure was easy enough for a human, they could simply bend towards the ground and picked the 'magical' device from the floor with one hand and have easily took it away without a single struggle.

But Jessie was a toy, and boy did toys have small hands. There was no way she could simply pick it up and leap down each and every step. Sure, she could carry the ball and walk with it at the same time. But jumping with it down a flight of fifteen steps was simply out of the question. Sure, dropping it to the ground from the second, or second to last step would be safe enough; it certainly didn't have a high chance of breaking easily from that height. But dropping ot from the top step was also out of the question as well.

Groaning, Jessie could only inwardly wish hat she was a human for once in her life full of major disadvantages: Her height was one thing; and her small hands were the other.

"Argh," She groaned half-heartedly. Where were Woody's hands when you needed them? His hands were large enough, and his legs were lanky enough to just step down each and every individual step without even having to worry about losing his balance as he carried the heavy object. Well...in truth, Jessie's legs were just as long as the Sheriff's, so she shouldn't really be complaining. However, she had to admit that Woody had absolutely huge hands (possibly twice the size of her's maybe?)

Shaking the thoughts from her head, Jessie then directed her attention back to the railings and her eyes were momentarily caught by the swirling spirals that suspended from the metal frames an uneven intervals. It was almost as if those very spirals had left her in a hypnotic trance, of which she was yet to wake out of. She continued to state at it for a few moments as she carefully picked out some ideas, before shaking her head vicioudly. She did not need that at the moment. The Cowgirl could do well enough without being lost in a trance, thanks.

In attempt to clear the reoccurring thoughts from her head, Jessie blinked hard in hope of that it would actually do her any good.

And at that time, the very thought of even asking another toy for help hadn't even crossed her mind yet. And it would also turn out that Jessie was mentally cursing herself later for her brief act of complete stupidity.

Seeing no way around this, Jessie could only presume that she could only carefully carry the ball downstairs instead. So she then decided that this was what she needed to do: She needed to carry it down the stairs.

However, when she reached out for the ball, her hand unintentionally brushed against the plastic surface, which would only ever make it roll in a direction she'd rather it wouldn't. In the direction of the stairs.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Jessie quickly urged as she unwillingly watched the ball roll the last few centimeters towards the very stop step. "Please don't."

Her pleas, however, proceeded ignored as the ball slowly inched its way towards the edge of the step.

"No," Jessie murmured anxiously, barely even able to believe what was happening, knowing fully well that Woody may just kill her if the ball broke or/and smashed into a million little pieces. And then she'd be bound to never hear the end of it if it did break.

It was fortunate for the Cowgirl that the carpet, of which had been embedded onto the steps, was quite soft and gripping. So the ball was able to stop quite quickly, maybe less than half way down to the ground, and this was an act of pure luck for the Cowgirl.

So, sighing in relief, she then breathlessly murmured:

"Boy... was that close..." She stammered, barely even able to keep her breaths calm and steady. The moment just before her had made her heart stop dead in her tracks as she had winced and cringed every time the black ball came into surface with a lower level step.

Understanding that she had pushed her luck just a 'weencey bit' just before, she then carefully made her way down the stairs, before stopping beside a ball. She was careful this time to not accidentally push the ball away as she wrapped both arms firmly around the Ball's, so she could just simply lift it this time.

But it was sort of unfortunate that Jessie didn't know to much about body-building, otherwise she would've known that you're supposed to lift with your 'knees'.

"Hmm..." She began to murmur, unaware that she had come to a completely wrong conclusion. "Maybe if I...just list with my back...?"

So she tried doing this by bending over and using the strength in her back to lift the ball up. But she then grunted as she felt a ripping motion within the center of her 'metaphorical' spine. And she swore, that if she had been human at that time, that her back would've emitted the loudest crack known the man-kind. It almost felt as if someone had intentionally inserted extra threads into her lower back and were now ripping them away viciously without the slightest hesitation in the world.

So she groaned, before she couldn't stand the sharp pain anymore and she literally collapsed onto the ground before her. Which was ultimately a step that she toppled over, causing some sort of a chain reaction with the rest of the steps as she fell over them all too. And, before she even knew it, she was face down on the floor in a deep sense of pain as it became sharper in her lower back.

It had been too bad that the Magic 8 Ball just had to follow her, and landed right on her back, which ultimately caused it to crack even more. But it didn't relieve her of her pain; just made it one hundred times worse.

"Ow," Jessie murmured in a muffled voice. She didn't think she had ever been through as much pain in her life.

However, her fall had caused quite the racket. And since the couch was sat at an angle in the centre of the living room, the others were clearly able to notice the groaning Cowgirl. It was Buzz who spoke up first.

"Hey Jess?" He began to ask as he leapt off the couch and began to make his way over to the injured Jessie in concern. "Are you all right?"

After a few moments of struggling to get to her feet, she allowed Buzz to help her up. But she could only hunch her back as the sharp pain became numb and irritating.

"Uh huh." Jessie murmured, before directing her gaze towards the Magic 8 Ball, of which had gone through all of this without even a scratch or a chipped covering; almost as if it was trying to show off, which would only ever leave Jessie to shoot death glares at the ball.

"What happened?" Hamm asked with arched eyebrows. He needed to get a load of this. Had Jessie just fallen down the stairs? If she had then he'd be sure she never heard the end of it personally.

"Um..." Jessie began to murmur, as she desperately thought of something she could tell them that wouldn't make them believe she was a big sissy. That was honestly the last thing she needed now. "I sorta threw my back out..."

Jessie had answered this, but it came out as more of a question. As if she believed that her truth could be glitched after all.

However, Mr Potato-head chucked slightly, of which caused Buzz's gaze to narrow defensively at the Spud.

"I know how you feel, tutz," The Spud commented before he tutted playfully, clearly remembering the mant times that his back had just popped open when carrying something heavy,

But, Jessie was unable to notice Mr Potato-head's mischievous smirk becoming wider as she could only glare at the Magic 8 Ball as the pain became worse.

Boy did she hate those things now.

A/N I was originally going to lead this section of the fic to something else, but then I realized that I can reference it in future chapters, so that's what I'll do:)

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