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"Have any two's Slink?" Woody asked as he stole a glance down at the cards in his hand. God the Sheriff was bored. What, with only Slinky and an obnoxious Piggy-Bank to compete against, Woody had the right to be bored every once and a while.

There were other toys around the room of course, but they were all pre-school toys who didn't know how to pick up a pack of playing cards to save their lives (not that they wanted to anyway). So it was only the three of them left to compete against each other in any type of mental challenge they may have layed out before them (such as a board game in most cases). Nevertheless, Hamm (the Piggy Bank) was utterly stuck up, and he never left his post by the windowsill because he was 'all-so-important' according to his own words. So, most of the time, it was only the Sheriff and the Slinky Dog left to compete against each other.

Sure, it often became boring; but even this was better than having no-one to compete against, right?

Slinky's gaze dropped from the Sheriff and down to the cards he had, surprisingly, been able to hold with his paws and he studied them for a few moments to rack the cards for his next move, before answering:

"Go Fish." The Slinky dog replied, before answering: "Got any five's?"

"Go Fish." Woody sighed as he turned his cards around and placed them on the floor below. He was beyond bored of this game now. And he wasn't afraid to admit this as his eyebrows arched. "This game's beginning to lose its appeal now. Are there any other games we can play?"

Sighing, Slinky thought over this for a few moments, with his eyebrows pointing towards the ceiling as he did so, before he eventually came to a conclusion - but it wasn't a decent one to say the least.

"No... I can't think of any other games." Slinky admitted. By this point, he had been in Andy's room for two months and, already, he was bored stiff. So far, he had met the Sheriff, the Piggy Bank and a few preschool toys who were far too enthusiastic over the matters of life even for the Slinky Dog's handling; but that was everything. Not another toy in the room could actually play games decently other than Woody and Hamm (but the Hamm was usually too bothered being full of himself to even try and seem enthusiastic over anything).

Woody opened his mouth to speak. However, by the time Woody could even try to utter a single sound, Hamm yelled across the room.

"Back to your places!" He ordered firmly. "Andy's coming!"

"Wait?" Woody asked in confusion. "He's back from pre school already?"

"They must've left early today." Hamm answered, mainly because he couldn't think of any other theory he could possibly use.

In a frantic rush to get back to their places, Woody felt his metaphorical heart leap into his throat as he dropped, inanimate, onto the bed. Soon enough, a five-year-old Andy Davis rushed into the room with great enthusiasm as he clutched the open box of his new toy in his hands and he was no less than ecstatic as he bounded over to his bed.

"I love this toy!" He yelled in excitement as he set himself down on his bed. "Thanks Mom!"

In an act of pure excitement, Andy madly dashed around his room to gather the Sheriff, Slinky and the Piggy Bank before rushing into the centre of his room as though his life depended on it before dropping to his knees an setting his toys in their positions.

"Oh no!" Andy began to yell, as the towns butcher (Hamm) as he allowed his instant improvisation to kick in. "One Eyed Bart has taken all my cheese, and he's getting away!"

With that said, Andy withdrew the new toy spud away from the rest of the group and cackled devillishly.

"Mwhahahahahaha!" One Eyed Bart cackled. "You'll never get me!"

"Someone needs to do something!" Slinky, the Town's mayor, announced.

"Don't worry." A random bystander reassured the rest of the group. "Sheriff Woody will save the day!"

Nonetheless, just as soon as his playtime became exciting, Ms Davis called Andy down for his meal.

With a sigh, Andy called back:

"Coming Mom!"

Then, Andy simply bounded out of the room and the toys were left on their own.

When the toys were sure Andy wouldn't be coming back for a while, they then came to life.

"Whoah." Slinky murmured as he stood up, the sight of the toy spud before him unnerving him slightly as he blinked hard.

For some reason, the toy known as Mr Potato. Head seemed to automatically sense the others staring at him and, without another word said on anyone else's behalf, he snapped:

"What are you looking at?"

A/N Okay, so this is a very poor chapter. But it was an idea that suddenly came to me the other day for some completely unknown reason, so I thought I'd try it out. It felt rather weird to write actually, since it's a chapter set before the Toy Story trilogy even began. I was sort of wanting to come across how the toys would've acted before their family really formed, but I don't think this turned out so well. Oh well...

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