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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?
I would like to thank DrWhoLover815 for the suggestion! A/N
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." Jessie urged, in a cross manner, as she stormed away from the rubber penguin. "You are NOT getting me to perform a duet with you."
Wheezy waddled after her in a sense of desperation as he performed his best 'Puppy-Dog' face - it always worked with Bullseye, so he didn't see why it wouldn't with him.
"I respect your honour Miss," He began to murmur, in a weak voice, as he continued to follow her. "I really do. But I need to have someone performing a duet with me so I can adjust to my new squeaker."
Rolling her eyes, Jessie turned around in order to face the rubber penguin.
"Why can't you do it on your own?" She asked simply, LITERALLY resting on the verge of her patience.
"Because I need to practice my timing with someone else."
"Then why do you need me?"
"Well… I don't ma'am."
"Find someone else then. I am NOT singing."
With a sigh, Wheezy knew this was the end of the conversation. There was NO way he'd be able to convince her otherwise. So he just had to make the best of the situation by finding someone else. There had to be loads of toys in Andy's room that were willing to sing with him. So this meant that he had to look around in order to find what he wanted.
So, with an expression of determination etched upon his features in the process, Wheezy made his way under Andy's bed, before scanning the surrounding area with a thorough expression as he tried to hunt down any willing volunteers. He needed to find someone to sing with if he ever wanted to test out his new squeaker, and he knew this fully well as he observed the area before him.
He had instantly been able to spot both Hamm and Slinky, under the bed (the torch alighting the darkness around them like the first rays of sunlight splashing against the natural silence of the night) competitively competing in a game of Checkers with a sense of deep thought etched across their faces as they tried to come up with their next moves - out of the hope of actually winning this time, instead of somehow being able to contradict themselves at the very end of the game like they had ALWAYS managed to do for some reason or another.
"Golly Bob Howdy," Slinky commented as his eyebrows arched out of pure disbelief. "If I had a finger, I'd be tapping it against my chin in pure confusion. How do you always manage to do that?"
"Nah ah ah…" Hamm murmured in a taunting manner as he smiled in his 'I-know-it-all' way. "It's a process of trial and error."
"Trial and what?" Slinky asked, with a sense of utter confusion clearly etched within his voice. "I may not be a smart dog…but I know what complete jibberish is."
"Erm, excuse me Mr Hamm and Mr Slinky, but I was wondering if any of you would be willing to help me test my new squeaker out?"
Hamm and Slinky had both been unable to notice Wheezy presence until the rubber penguin spoke up, and even then they barely gave him the second look - excluding him from their line of focus in the way a trucker would ignore the smallest bump in the road as they continued on with their game.
"Why?"
"Well, I just wanted to test it out…" Wheezy murmured uneasily as he rubbed his wings together, patiently waiting for an answer (if any) to follow. "Would you be able to perform a duet with me?"
Since Hamm was HAMM, he just had to jump to a remark. In fact, it wasn't a jump really, more or less drifting towards a casual statement.
"Yeah," He mocked sarcastically. "When Penguins tap dance."
Wheezy had never been so clever at detecting sly remarks, so he instantly bounded to his feet with as much enthusiasm as a dog, eager for his afternoon treat.
"And then you'll do it?"
"Eh… Sure…" Hamm murmured, not taking his eyes off the checkers board.
"Okey-dokie." Wheezy answered and, just like that, he began to tap his webbed feet against the floor in a thematic gesture.
"Cha, cha, cha, cha." He began to chant to himself, rather enjoying this experience to speak the truth as he rotated a full turn. "Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha!"
After a few moments, Wheezy came to a halt in his routine, feeling more energetic than ever.
Slinky winked at Hamm.
"I think you have a deal to live up to there Dealer." Slinky remarked slyly, his eyebrows arching as his smirk widened. "Maybe you should think twice next time before jumping into a deal?"
However, Wheezy now had different ideas in mind.
"Nah, that doesn't matter now." The rubber penguin answered. "I think I've found myself a new hobby now."
Then, just like that, he bounded away.
Sighing, Hamm knew he should have just sung with him.
What could be worse than a singing penguin?
A singing penguin that knew how to tap dance…
A/N Wow. How on Earth do I come with these from suggested ideas? I think I must be on something. Nonetheless, I'm loving every moment of it!
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