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?

First of all, I'm sorry for not updating in a while. I had started off with a continuation of the last chapter when I watched the new Toy Story short. And I really don't want to ruin the greatness of the short with my rubbish-ness, so I'll carry on with writing other moments :D Sorry again! A/N

With a sigh, Slinky crossed the room in the search of something he could do to pass the time.

He wouldn't have been in this position had it not been for the tolerance the other toys possessed; in fact, he would've been happily competing against a suitable opponent in a challenging game of checkers with the enthusiasm of a six year old with a mouth watering sweet clutched within their sticky hands. But no, instead, he just so happened to demolish the Sheriff to such an extent that Woody simply gave up, and Hamm had run out of interesting facts to say that would distract Slinky as he quickly stole all the checkers off the board. So this meant that the slinky dog had no toy to compete with at all - and asking Mr. Potato was certainly out of the question due to the fact that Mrs. Potato Head clung onto him like a magnet so they could spend some time together for once; much to the male Spud's dismay for obvious reasons.

Sighing for the fifth time that day, Slinky continued to stride through the room looking for someone he might be able to call up and, for the longest of times, he had been unable to find anyone whatsoever. And it remained this way until he then remembered that most of the toys had verged downstairs to watch a movie of some sort whilst Mrs Anderson and Bonnie were at Sunny Side, so this had been enough to set his spirits down like a hunk of rocks as he groaned. Why didn't he go down sooner?

He would've gone down now, but he didn't particularly enjoy barging into something during the middle of it; so he then decided that it'd be best to remain upstairs, no matter how bored he became.

He had to think of something to do - otherwise he could die of literal boredom by the time the movie finished; and this was something he did NOT want happening whatsover - but, as the time began to drag by, he soon learned that there really wasn't much he could do when there was no-one in the room to compete with. And he still didn't give into the option of simply joining the rest of the family downstairs for the movie either - that would just be plain rude.

Nonetheless, if he can't find anyone to pass the time with, then he'd have to find some other way to pass the time. But how could he entertain himself in this small room? It wasn't like he could wave a magical wand and zap up an amazing board game. Although...

Damn it! That had to sound so appealing!

Groaning, Slinky came to a halt, only to hear a slight clatter as the coils of his spring shook. Good God his coil could cause an absolute racket at times!

Doing his best to turn his had in order to gape at his coils, Slinky frowned; why did they have to make such a noise? Couldn't they just be completely quiet rather than just a complete and utter nuisance? Or did life enjoy kicking slinky dogs when they were bored?

Slinky wasn't so sure - but he certainly knew that they were now bugging the hell out of him due to the fact that they just wouldn't stop rustling together and basically annoying him beyond the extent as to which degree a slinky dog should ever be annoyed!

As his eyes ran over his slink, however, he suddenly had a thought he had never experienced running through his mind like rushing torrent as his eyebrows arched in curiosity and he soon found his gaze locked upon the metal slink.

Hmm… How many coils did he really have in his slink? Would he be able to count if he tried? Or was the number uncountable? This was what he wondered. It was a strange thought actually, making him feel like he was standing high upon the platform between light headedness and the world where one is just full of themselves; but, he did enjoy the thought though, as it offered a nice challenge that nothing else could.

So, as he turned around to hopefully move his head closer to the spring, he began to count.

"1...2...3..."

Nonetheless, as he counted, he had to move in this position, and this often wasn't very helpful because his slink would rustle every few moments. And, by the time he had counted to five, he was almost already bored - he hadn't even gotten half way through with the counting yet.

Sighing again, Slinky was about to continue on, when the flash of something dark caught his eyes. Allowing his curiosity to take full control, Slinky soon realized that the flash of leather was, in fact, his tail and, for some reason, it seemed VERY appealing to the dog at this moment.

Inching himself as close to the tail as he could, making sure he wasn't pulling his back half along in the process of course, Slinky had been unaware of the horse entering the room as he began to open his mouth wide.

And, only when he was a fraction of an inch away from the tail did he then hear a horse's startled neigh. So, not jumping out of his plastic body like any other toy would, he rolled his eyes before turning his head to face Bullseye.

"What?" Slinky demanded, completely unsure as to why the horse seemed so shocked.

The horse simply rolled his eyes.

A/N Wow, I have no idea why I decided to write this chapter. But it was just a random something that came to me.

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