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A/N I would like to thank everyone that has reviewed, sent a suggestion, added this story to alert, added to favourites or has even taken time to read it. What would I do without y'all?

Thanks again to DrWhoLover815 for suggesting that I TRY to write a fluffy moment. If may possibly turn out as an atrocious mess, but oh well...

Cowgirl: You didn't think that I forgot about your idea did you? ;P I'm currently working on a chapter for your idea, although it may not turn out exactly as you expected J It may take me a while to post it, but it's an idea I'm definitely working on! A/N

At Mr Pricklepants' sudden statement, it was hard for some of the toys to force back a groan. And, for some, this in itself had been proven to be no more than a stupid, fat impossibility - in fact, it was hard NOT to groan at times like this. Especially when the Porcupine wanted to pull out one of his personal lectures over the matters of theatre arts; they just never seemed to end!

"Not now Mr Picklepants." Woody spoke up, being the first to answer. "Can't you see that I'm in the middle of a very important meeting here?"

If the others hadn't been as eager as Woody to skip Mr. Pricklepants' announcement completely, then there might have been a race to see who would be first to protest against Woody's statement completely - and this would usually involve bursting out into a fit of absolute hysterics as these words, directing themselves directly towards the core of the Sheriff's patience, ran through their minds: Woody, having something important to say for once? Not likely.

"But this is of vital importance." The Porcupine claimed, with the little prank he had set running thoroughly through his mind and this, of course, could NOT be read by the others: That was what was so good about it after all. No-one could read it other than himself. And this was one plan that was sure to bring on a period of utter entertainment for him that he just couldn't resist. Oh the look upon his face when the others make complete fools of themselves.

So this was mainly the reason why he came up with the day in the first place.

At the mention of this, Woody sighed. He new that there wouldn't be many ways out of this; but he just had to hope that there actually was. God how they all hoped there was.

"Well whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait." Woody began as he forced back a groan of annoyance - that would only be impolite of the Sheriff. "I have an important announcement to make."

At this, Jessie rolled her eyes. But she still didn't speak up. She was still furious with the Sheriff and this was for sure; nonetheless, she'd rather hold a grudge against Woody than have to sit through another one of Mr. Prickepants' lectures any day.

"But this is of thorough importance. And I will not stop until the matter has been announced."

Okay, so now the toys could hold back their groans no longer. They knew that the Porcupine was acting stubborn at these very moments: And when he was stubborn, he WAS stubborn.

"What is it then?" Woody asked, mainly in the hopes of having the matter over and done with as quickly as he could.

"Do you all understand the value of today?"

Okay, so now the rest of the toys were confused. Could the Porcupine not phrase what he had to say any simpler?

"Huh?"

Despite the ongoing urge of annoyance of which was now running through Mr Pricklepants' nerves at a rate he was almost unable to pick up, the Porcupine spoke up again; this time structuring his sentence in a way that the others would be able to understand - since their 'puny-little-minds' were obviously unable to pick out what his 'all-too-wise' words actually meant when placed side by side in order to form a reasonable piece of dialogue.

"Do any of you know what today is?"

If the rest of the toys hadn't been determined to get through this as fast as they could, then they may have found themselves sighing.

"Uh...Friday?" Jessie suggested as she folded her arms across her chest in a way which gave off the impression that she was impatiently waiting for something.

"No."

"Friday the thirteenth?" Hamm suggested, fighting off the sudden urge to simply roll his eyes in annoyance.

"No."

Not a single one of these suggestions were correct. Well, they were correct in a certain way; but they just weren't being specific enough. The day was fake for sure; but they still weren't quite adjusting their puny, little minds to the ultimate concept of the matter.

However, this seemed to be enough for a particular matter to snap within the back of Dolly's mind. And this was one urge that she could NOT fight off.

"It's Friday, Friday. Gotta get down on Fri-" Dolly began to quote in a sing-song voice, but was instantly cut off by a steaming Jessie, who just HAD to be stood behind her.

"Don't. You. Dare."

A/N *Sigh* I know I said the fluff will be in the next chapter. But I thought it would be better to stop here.

:) Dolly probably wouldn't do that. But I just had to increase the verge of Jessie's anger to a great extent.

*Starts singing* It's Tuesday, Tuesday. Gotta do a hop on Tuesday. Write an essay, do ballet, then we'll how how much we weigh...

Lol, I love this parody. It's by 'thecomputernerd1' on YouTube if any of you are interested :)

Thanks again to DrWhoLover815!

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