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"I'm...so...tired!" Rex complained as he staggered forward and through the mass entanglements of bushes around them, with his head low as he tried to keep himself from fainting. "How much longer do we have to walk?"

With a sigh (this must have been the fifth time he's had to do this by now - he couldn't really remember to speak the truth), Buzz's eyes dropped to the map he had been clutching lazily within his hands.

"Ten blocks down and only eleven more to go." Buzz told them in an enthusiastic attitude, despite the fact that he was completely knackered. Nonetheless, at the moment, he was the most determined one in the group to find the stolen Sheriff. And he surely wasn't going to give up no matter what he had to do; Woody would do the same thing and this, the Space Ranger knew fully well.

"Eleven blocks?" Mr Potato-head asked in a sense of pure disbelief. "But we had walked eight blocks two hours ago."

At this, Hamm just couldn't force his remark away.

"Well, maybe if you hadn't stopped to rest twelve times." Hamm commented as they strode forward, with the early rays of everlasting sunlight scattering shadows everywhere along their path. It must have been five A.M by now - but he wasn't too sure about this, especially when he hadn't been given the chance to scan the sky properly, to hunt for the position of the sun, within the bushes.

"Stop being melodramatic." The spud shot back, acting completely out of his own (carefully set) character during the next few moments - 'Melodramatic' was a word he'd NEVER say. "It was eleven times. And it's not my fault I keep throwing my back out."

The other toys tried to ignore the small quarrel as they stodgily marched forward - had they even passed the half way point of this block yet? They weren't so sure - since this was the last thing the group needed to deal with at this moment.

However, Hamm just HAD to chuckle.

"Yeah, it's because you're getting old egg-head."

"Hey! It's Potato-head! And it's 'MR' Potato-head to you porky." Mr. Potato-head shot back and they would have continued the fight on quite happily if they hadn't been interrupted.

"Come on guys." Buzz began as he suddenly came to a halt. "We aren't going to get anywhere if we carry on like this."

This seemed to silence them; as the Spud and the Piggy-Bank argued no further.

"Now, I suggest we play a game of some sort whilst we head there." The Space Ranger offered in a positive manner, hoping to get positive feed back from the group in the process.

"That sounds like a good idea." Slinky added in, hoping to lighten up the spirits of the others up.

"Ooh, can we play 'I Spy'?" Rex asked in an eager manner as he held his hands out in front of him in a prayer like gesture.

"Sure," Buzz began as they continued on their hike. It would be a good few minutes yet before they reached the end of the block. "I don't see why not."

"Ooh, I'll start." Rex urged, already having a certain object in mind. "I Spy with my little eye, something beginning with 'S'"

"Is it the side-walk?" Slinky suggested.

"No."

"What about the Speedometer?" Buzz offered, suddenly found himself absorbed within his racking mind.

"It isn't that either."

Mr Potato-head sighed: This was going to be a long walk.

"How about Shenanigans?" The spud slyly added.

"No." Rex answered, feeling rather proud with himself over the fact that he was winning.

Hmm... Well, it had to be something completely random, Hamm convinced himself as they carried on. And, knowing Rex, it would be something completely off topic.

"Lollipop?"

Rex gasped out of pure shock, his eyes widening in disbelief as he suddenly came to a halt. "How did you know?"

"Rex..." The rest of the group sighed in something close to absolute annoyance as they forced back groans. "That's not how you play the game..."

Striding on a few more paces, Buzz spoke up for yet another time.

"Your turn again Rex."

"Um... I spy with my little eye, something beginning with 'W'."

Hamm sighed as he tried to force back the pain he felt within his guts. Why did he have to carry over six dollars in change at THIS moment?

"Is it lollipop?" Hamm asked slowly, trying to force back another sigh as he directed his gaze towards the ground. And this only shocked Rex all the more.

"He's in my head!" Rex exclaimed as he flailed his arms around in the air. "Get outta my head!"

Wow, the Tyrannosaurus Rex really did play WAY too many videos for his own good.

Hamm sighed again:

This was going to be one heck of a long day.

A/N Okay... So this is what happens after I revise. I just get EAGER to write anything I can - so it may have turned out to be a complete ramble of incomprehensible thoughts, or it could have turned out to be something else. Who knows? Well, I don't for sure.

I had been struck with the idea for this the other night when I watched TS2. I wondered what the searching party actually did as they walked those further nineteen box. And, with a group like that, someone will just HAVE to start playing up along the way. So I came up with this :P

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