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"No! No! No! No! No! No! No!" Jessie exclaimed rather loudly as she stormed out from underneath Bonnie's bed, the rage she felt clearly displaying itself upon her facial features, almost as if her entire face had been dipped into paint that seemed to be the colour of a disgusting shade of red and pink as she slept. And boy did she hate the colour pink. Wait, no. She didn't only hate the colour; she detested it completely.

However, there was one thing she hated even more than the colour pink-

"Oh come on Jessie," Dolly tried to urge as she followed the Cowgirl's steps, knowing that persuading Jessie would be an impossibility. Jessie loathed make-up and, this, Dolly had learned personally.. "We only want to apply the make-up."

"Well you can forget it." Jessie protested as she did her best to storm away. But, every time she tried, Dolly would easily catch up. "I ain't gonna wear any make up and that's that."

"Come on Jess," Dolly began to murmur, completely desperate to persuade the Cowgirl to let them proceed with their next processes. "Mrs Potato-head really wants to apply make-up, and you're the only toy that's suitable to apply it on."

Jessie would've argued against Dolly's last statement, if she hadn't realized that Dolly was actually right. Dolly's face was mainly fabric, and with Mrs Potato-head and Trixie...wearing make-up really wasn't an option for them. It was only Jessie who had the face, with the right shape and texture, to wear the make-up.

But still, nonetheless, they were NOT going to get her to wear make-up. Not again, not ever. Especially after last time; Jessie had shivers just thinking about it.

"No, Dolly. You ain't gonna catch me wearing make-up, and you are not going to tie me up like last time."

"But we promise we won't tie you up with one of Bonnie's shoelaces again." Dolly urged, trying to convince the Cowgirl to just follow them this one, simple time.

However, Jessie's eyebrows arched in confusion. Had it really been a shoelace?

"Hmm, I thought you used rope last time...?" Jessie murmured as she brought a hand up to her chin in thought. She didn't know that it had been a shoelace. No, she had been sure that the material had been the same material used in rope.

"No...it had definitely been a shoelace." Dolly answered. desperately thinking up a way she could convince the Cowgirl to just follow along. But, yet again, this was Jessie they were trying to convince. Jessie would never willingly wear make-up; and this was a well known fact amoung Bonnie's toys, and was a fact that no toy was soon to forget. Especially after last time...

"Really?" This time, it was the pure curiosity overwhelming the Cowgirl rather than the disbelief. "'Cause it felt like rope to me."

It honestly had felt like rope. It had been large enough (in a toy's perspective) to be rope; and it certainly dug into her body enough to be considered a lengthy piece of rope too So how could it have not been rope? Jessie had no idea and continued to do so until an obvious fact struck her mind with full force. The force seemed so powerful, that if it had been a vehicle, it could've drove straight through a building side:

They were God Damn toys, for crying out loud! And, for her previous act of idiocy, she mentally slapped herself for this.

"No, it was a shoelace." Dolly answered in an you-don't-know-what-I'm-up-to manner. "I would know this because I was the one who gathered it in the first place."

Jessie seemed rather flabbergasted for a few moments, until her eyes narrowed into a deathly glare.

"Then I hate ya," Jessie commented, although both she and Dolly knew hat her small comment was only a warning; not the real thing. It was more of a playful threat than anything else to be frank.

"Oh, you don't mean that." Dolly urged in a teasing manner, before playfully slapping the Cowgirl on her left arm, only to receive Jessie gaping at the rag doll, with a dropped jaw, in slight shock as a result.

Yeah...that really was completely out of Dolly's own personal character. And she could only chuckle nervously as she took a cautious step back from the Cowgirl.

"Um...yeah...I...uh...won't be doing that again." Dolly murmured as slight embarrassment as she anxiously straightened her dress, mainly to avoid looking at Jessie directly in the eyes. "But Mrs Potato-head really does want you to apply make-up on someone."

Jessie really just couldn't stand it anymore. Why did they have to choose her? She almost felt like she was being taken advantage of here. It really wasn't fair!

"Then why don't you choose someone else?"

"You're the only one with a suitable face," Dolly began to state, only for Jessie to realize that the rag doll was right; partially... "Well...apart from Buzz and Woody as well, but their boys."

At Dolly's last comment, Jessie's eyes widened eagerly as a large, bright smile loomed across her plastic face; almost seeming as is someone had glistened her face with the cleanest water possible.

"I have an idea." Jessie enthusiastically pointed out.

Oh yes, this would be a lot of fun for the Cowgirl indeed.

However, it took Dolly quite a few moments to realize what Jessie was insinuating and, when she did, her eyes widened to their extent.

Oops, she really let her tongue slip just a little too far over the edge. And, even though Jessie's plans should never be good, Dolly couldn't help but presume one thing:

Boy was this going to be fun.

A/N Yeah, I already have a moment involving make-up, I know that. But I really wanted to write this one down, even though Jessie and Dolly are probably OOC, as usual. Oh well...

I'll probably finish off the moment 'Bored' in a few chapters. So that moment will be concluded soon.

Anyway, feel free to send a review or a suggestion if you want!

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