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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: Aw, thanks! That's one of the nicest reviews I have ever received. I am really glad that you are all right with the idea not being as you might expect. So thanks for that (and the review of course). But this story would have never continued out into this stage without the motivation from all of you guys out there! I'm glad that the fanfic keeps you in a good mood when you read this! The chapter, for the idea you generously gave me, will be posted after the next! So keep your eyes peeled for another update. :P A/N

For some reason, Jessie soon realized, the Cowgirl seemed to be the only toy who was bothered over Dolly's previous act, as the others were all gaping at her as though she had just swallowed a piece of the moon. And Jessie could feel the gazes settle upon her.

"What?" She asked expectantly as she arched her eyebrows. "You can't tell me that you all LOVE the song."

Nonetheless, it turned out that Jessie had been severely wrong, as half of the toys in the room possessed no idea over what the song even was in the first place.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Trixie admitted, speaking up for the first time in a while, catching the attention of the rest of the group in the process. "What song?"

Okay, so now this was just getting ridiculous. How could they be so oblivious to the song when it was one of the most viewed videos on YouTube? Now this was becoming extremely ironic.

"Oh come on. You can't pretend that y'all have not heard of it." Jessie urged expectantly as she folded her arms across her chest. How could she know of the song when Trixie and Rex were always the ones on the computer every chance they had?

"We haven't." Some of the other toys agreed in unison and this only forced Dolly to roll her eyes.

"You can't mock the song Jessie." Dolly pointed out as she tried to rack her mind with something she could say that could seize the potential to lure the Cowgirl over to her personal perspective. Whether this would be an absolute waste or not was an entirely different matter. "I like it."

The Cowgirl would have continued on, f it hadn't been for Mr. Pricklepants clearing his throat out of impatience,

"Excuse me 'ladies'," The Porcupine began to utter as he did his best to keep his head on, placing as much stress on the word 'ladies' as he possibly could. "But, if you don't mind, I do have some important news to announce."

If Woody hadn't been so eager to continue on with the staff meeting, then he might have allowed both Jessie and Dolly to proceed on with their little quarrel.

"Go on then." Woody allowed, before also allowing the Porcupine to clear his throat to increase the overall dramatic effect.

"Ladies' and Gentlemen. Boys' and Girls'. I have come here to announce that today is 'Drama Game' day. And, as tradition applies. Every single one of you has to take part."

The others really could NOT help it this time. So they groaned in annoyance. They all knew that Mr Pricklepants wasn't going to stop until he had what he wanted. And when Mr. Pricklepants was stubborn: He was stubborn.

"Tell me again why we have to play this stupid game?" Jessie asked in half-hearted annoyance after the Porcupine had taken the liberty of explaining the rules of the game very thoroughly.

"It's a game, called 'Martha', to help practice your improvisation skills." He explained as the toys began to gather up in a circle. "The rules are simple. We have a theme. And we all have to be involved in the picture of the scene. So someone could go up and say there a tree, whilst the next person could go up and state they are a dog peeing on the tree."

For some reason or another, Buttercup seemed to be the only toy who found this in any way hilarious. Nonetheless, he was mainly ignored as Mr. Pricklepants explained the rules for what must have been the fifth time by this point.

"And then the next toy could say that they are the person telling the dog to go away. Do you all understand this?"

"Yes." Most of the other toys murmured in unison, simply wanting all of this to be over and done with as fast as they could.

"Okay. So I think we'll start off with a Western theme for the moment. Who wants to start?"

Despite the fact that Woody had been very hesitant in playing this game, he couldn't help himself here. So, as expected, he had been the first one to make his way into the centre of the group before holding placing a hand firmly on his hat.

"I'm the Sheriff." Woody stated in a voice full of pure pride, shuffling from side to side in the process.

"It's a freeze frame Sheriff." Mr Pricklepants informed before sighing.

"Oh, sorry."

"So, who wants to go next?"

For some reason, Jessie now seemed eager to leap to her feet. And there actually turned out to be a reason for this.

"And I'm the angry Cowgirl who wants to shoot the Sheriff." Jessie informed, trying to not let the fury she shared against Woody show as she aimed the imaginary pistol towards his head.

Buzz then took Jessie's side.

"I'll be watching over the angry Cowgirl to make sure she doesn't commit anything too bad."

Jessie merely had the chance to glare.

After this, Dolly instantly stood up.

"And I'm the waitress who's serving the Sheriff in the middle of the street."

At this, Mr. Pricklepants' expression brightened. Now THAT was improvisation.

Nonetheless, even more toys began to come up.

"I'm the local butcher." Hamm stated briefly as he made his way to the edges of the area.

"And I'm the guy buying hot dogs from the butchers." Slinky added as he made his way over to Hamm.

"I'm the local comedian." Chuckles stated as he made his way to the area.
"And I'm someone buying tickets from the Comedian." Mr Potato-head claimed as he made his way over to Chuckles.

Okay, so the ideas may be unrealistic. But at least they're original - somewhat.

"I'm Someone's wife." Mrs Potato-head added before joining her husband's side.

"And we're her children." The aliens added in unison as they took their adoptive mother's side.

"And we're the friends of 'Someone's' children." The three peas added as they rolled over to the aliens.

Okay, so now the ideas were becoming somewhat cliché. But hopefully it'll become better as the game progresses.

"I'm the town's messenger." Buttercup claimed as he walked into the centre of the group with a somewhat eased manner as he strode each step.

That was what the Porcupine wanted!

Bullseye then joined the group before neighing.

Oh just great. The town 'apparently' needed two of them now.

It was now Rex's turn to stand up.

"I'm the Towns dinosaur." Rex stated, resulting in yet another groan from the Porcupine in the process. This was so unrealistic to even be true…

"And I'm the dinosaur's friend."

By this point, Mr Pricklepants had already buried his head within the palm of his stuffed hand. This was so darn simple and just plain obvious.

It turned out that Totoro was the town's mime, since he couldn't speak and, by the time it was the Porcupine's turn, Mr Pricklepants had given up on this theme.

"Okay. So that didn't turn out as brilliant as I thought it would." He began to murmur to himself before an idea struck his mind.

"Let's try Romance!"

A/N This will be continued next chapter!

Thanks again to DrWhoLover815! I'm just torturing you aren't I? :P

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