Disclaimer: I do not own Toy Story

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! I'm really glad that you're enjoying this fanfic so far, and I'm glad that you like how I've used your idea so far. It will be concluded next chapter. So keep your eyes peeled! 0_0 A/N

"A romance?" Woody asked in disbelief almost as soon as Mr. Pricklepants had muttered these very words.

"Yeah," Hamm added, partially agreeing with Woody's statement - he couldn't believe it either. "I thought we agreed with ONE?"

One after another, the others began to protest against the idea. Sure, they had barely even given the thought of the last game a chance before moaning over it instantly - since they had actually enjoyed the game in the end - but how sappy could the porcupine get with an idea for a ROMANCE based Martha game? That was almost bound to turn out wrong.

"Ahem." Mr Pricklepants cleared his throat. "I believe we agreed for one successful game, did we not?"

Woody would have disagreed, if Mr Pricklepants had not been absolutely correct.

With a sigh, the Sheriff rolled his eyes.

"Fine. But let's make it quick."

"Okay, so who's going first?" The Porcupine asked once everyone had prepared themselves for the game.

An uneasy silence hung between the groups as the Time progressed. After another few moments; no-one had spoken up still. In fact, some of them were afraid to.

Allowing himself to sigh, Mr Pricklepants buried his face within the palm of his stuffed hand.

This really wasn't turning out the way he had wanted at all.

Okay, so he now knew that this game was NOT going to turn out well in the slightest. The grounding weight seemed to collide into his chest like a wave of pure annoyance as he began to rack his mind - eventually coming up with some sort of an idea to get himself through the day without the need to bore himself to Death.

"Okay…" Mr Pricklepants began to murmur as he forced back a second sigh. "So this has no potential whatsoever."

At this, a few of the others could swear that they felt the smiles, upon their faces, widen to their extent. However, their half-hearted hopes were soon obliterated into ashes, which had long since been swept away by the vigorous winds of the night.

"But I have an alternative."

Groaning was rude - Woody knew this. But he couldn't force back the sigh at these very words. Couldn't he just get back to his 'very important' meeting already? Or did he have to get on his knees and beg? Either way, he just felt the urge to announce all the necessary things he was supposed to announce. Whether these things were actually interesting or not was a completely different matter.

"Then let's get it done with."

"So, what's the game called again?" Hamm asked as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion - a very odd thing for the piggy-bank indeed - that must have been one of most eccentric games he has ever heard of.

"It's called 'What Are You Doing'." Mr Pricklepants directed. "One toy starts in the centre of the circle and engages in an action of some sort. Another toy will then walk up to them and ask what they are doing -"

"Wait?" Buzz suddenly spoke up. "Why would we tell our companions what we're doing when they can clearly see for themselves?"

Sighing, Mr Pricklepants buried his face within the palm of his hand for what must have been the fifth time that day.

Why on Earth did they have to make it seem so hard?

"If you'll let me explain what I was about to next, then you'll understand." The Porcupine murmured uselessly before lifting his head up to face the rest of the group. "Now. One person will be in the middle, and they will act out a movement before another one goes up and asks what they are doing. Once this has been done, they will then state that they are doing something completely different as to what they are doing and the other would have to act it out and so on. For example, if someone said they were washing the dishes when they were really ironing, then the other one would have to do the dishes."

"Okay…" Woody murmured impatiently as he placed his cheek within the palm of his hand.

"Right. So we're going to need one male to start us off and one female to join. The first who does not comply with the actions is the loser. Any volunteers?"

As per usual, no-one offered.

With a sigh, Mr Pricklepants continued on.

"We either offer someone to do it, or I'll choose."

Most of the toys seemed to take this into account, as a massive charade of voices then made themselves heard above the crowd.

"I choose Woody!"

"I choose Jessie!"

Both Woody and Jessie were unable to keep the shocked expressions away from their faces as their jaws dropped out of pure disbelief.

"No way." Jessie clearly stated as she backed herself away. "I am not doing it."

"Neither am I." Woody agreed, feeling just as content to get away from this situation as Jessie was.

"You don't have a choice." They heard someone call out. Had it been Mrs. Potato-head? They couldn't really tell.

"But you can't make us!"

Three minutes later, Woody sighed.

They made them.

"What are you doing?" Jessie asked half-heartedly as Woody pretended to draw a pistol from his holster. She really didn't want to be in that position.

"I'm dancing like a ballerina." Woody answered simply as a large smirk overtook his lips.

A WHAT?

However, Jessie did not want to lose a game against Woody either to speak the truth - especially when she was still absolutely furious with the Sheriff for calling her old before.

Scowling, Jessie lifted her hands above her head and twirled on her feet; feeling like a right idiot in the process of course as she sensed the sarcastic remarks spreading through the group of toys surrounding her and Woody at this very moment.

"What are ya doing?" Woody asked in a sly manner as he shuffled forwards and backwards in his position.

"I'm watching the Titanic."

Damn.

"God darn it this movie is so darn sad." Woody murmured as he pretended to dab his eyes with a tissue.

"What ya doing?" Jessie asked. But, this time, Woody actually had a decent one.

"I'm putting make-up on."

Okay, so Woody was crossing the line there. Especially when Jessie would never be caught dead in make-up EVER again.

Nonetheless, she still complied.

"What are you doing?" Woody asked.

"I'm licking the floor."

Licking the what?

However, Woody did exactly this, even receiving a few giggles from the crowd in the process. And this made him absolutely furious; his anger seeming to boil up within him like a furnace above a pool of ice.

"What are you doing Woody?" Jessie asked in a mocking tone as her mischievous smile widened upon her features.

But this time Woody REALLY had a good one.

"I'm kissing Buzz on the lips."

Jessie's expression faltered for a moment there; and Buzz could swear he felt his cheeks heat up beyond an ordinary extent as Woody smirked victoriously.

However, Mr. Potato-Head just had to announce his remark out loud.

"See?" The spud began. "I told you he was queer."

Rolling his eyes, Woody did his best to ignore this comment as he kept his eyes focused on the Cowgirl who stood opposite him, rising to his feet in the process.

"Well, are ya going to do it? Or do I win?"

No, never! And Jessie was determined to keep it this way.
"No, no. I'll do it." She murmured slowly before making her way carefully over to the Space Ranger; who was pretty much frozen in his seat by now.

The others eagerly watched as the Cowgirl pressed a feathery kiss onto Buzz's lips before pulling away.

B-brain Overload.

"Uh, you have to continue with the action until you have announced what the opposing player is to do next." Mr Pricklepants told her as she broke apart.

How was she supposed to do this?

With a sigh, Jessie pressed her lips against his again and simply held them there until Woody spoke up. But he seemed to be purposefully taking his time.

"Uh, what are you doing Jess?"

"I'm square-dancing." Jessie told Woody between the kisses, unsure of whether Buzz was even awake or not in the process due to his abnormal-ish silence.

Hmm… That didn't seem so hard.

But she just had to add something on.

"With a wedgey."

Damn it.

Woody did so, making himself fall right on his backside in the process.

Pulling away from Buzz, Jessie asked:

"What are you doing there Woody?"

"I'm admitting to everyone that I have a crush." Woody simply murmured as he forced himself from grunting out of pure annoyance.

"Gladly." Jessie answered as she placed her hand on Buzz's shoulder - a pure indication.

"What are you doing?" Woody asked.

"I'm telling everyone that I have a crush on Justine Biebella."

And this was what crossed the line completely.

"He's NOT a girl!"

A/N Whoah, what was I on when I wrote this? I really can't remember? Sleep deprivation maybe? *Shrugs* Beats me.

It's rather weird actually. I played this game in Drama the other week. And I eventually went up for the competition and won! I actually survived quite a few stages. Once, I was even told to dance like a LLAMA! (How are they supposed to dance? But I caught someone out by telling them to dish out sand; so I was quite all right at the end). But at least this wasn't as bad as being told to give an impression of someone giving birth. I think I fell on the floor laughing by that point J

Anyway, I know it's probably not so much of a 'fluffy piece of work' than it is random. Well, thanks again to DrWhoLover815 for the suggestion. You rock Morgan! *Hands out TARDIS shaped biscuit* It's not poison! Honest. *Throws mysterious bottle out the window* ^_^

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