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"And then," The Cowgirl began to conclude before leaning forward in her place in order to increase the ultimate tension. "With hands like claws, the old woman locked the door to the celler; leaving the Ice Cream trapped in the darkness FOREVER!"

In front of her sat the aliens and the three peas (with the peas currently out of their pod), but it didn't remain this way for long, as all three peas screamed, jumped up and darted back towards their pod and immediately closed the zipper behind them as though they were trying to frantically force the monsters of the night away. And, this, Jessie couldn't help but smile at.

When she turned her head to the three aliens, she expected a similar reaction to emit from them. Nonetheless, she had been left completely disappointed when she found them gazing off into space with expressions of awe eteched across their faces. Her eyebrows arched, and she had been left puzzled for a few moments until the aliens cooed what they said next.

"The claaaawww!" They admired in unison and this left her stunned for a few moments until the word hit her like a knife through the chest. And she couldn't help but plant her face in the palm of her hands as the word began to make sense within the back of her mind.

She can't be taken wrong, and this was for sure; she was grateful that claws existed (no matter the form or shape due to obvious reasons), but when she had a story to tell..it just ruined it all... Well, at least she scared the living daylights out of the peas, right? That had to at least be something to be proud of.

Nevertheless, the Sheriff would disagree completely.

"What in the name of Tarnations is going on in here?" Woody questioned, having just been able to catch the last few seconds of the incident before him.

Jessie gasped at the sound of his voice as she snapped her head towards him, completely shocked by his sudden entrance as her eyes widened in dismay. Nonetheless, when she saw him, she let out the breath she had been holding.

"Oh," She began in a slight sense of distaste. "It's you."

"What in the world is going on here?" Woody demanded as he came to a sudden halt in front of the rest of the group.

"Oh, I was just telling them a story."

Hmm... This seemed innocent enough. And Woody couldn't help but bring his mind over this fact as he slowly folded his arms across his chest. Nevertheless, if the story was bad enough for the peas to scream... And if it was Jessie involved then...he could barely even think about it.

"What story?"

Then, without a warnng said, the peas opened the zipper of their pod and annouced: "The story of the claws and the Ice Cream." Before simply zipping the zipper shut again.

Woody's artficial eyebrows arched in curiosity out of this. What on Earth had Jessie been doing?

"What did you do...?" The Sheriff asked slowly, his voice sharpening into a tone of curiosity.

Rolling her eyes, Jessie answered for him again:

"I told them a story."

For some reason, before Woody even had the chance to answer, the peas opened their pod again.

"Ooh! Ooh! Can we tell each other stories!" Peaty urged, speaking on behalf of his two sisters. "Please Woody!"

Okay, so this left Woodu slightly confused. If they were scared witless by Jessie's 'strange' story, then why are they asking to hear more stories?

"What?" Woody began. "You mean, like, everyone?"

"Uh huh!" Peanolope added on behalf of siblings. "We have a very good one!"

So Woody was left a little dumbfounded by this. Those kids must have the attention span of a leapord with a low sugar intolerance. Nevertheless, the thing which struck Woody as odd was how they could go from being completely petrified to utterly ecstatic within the short matter of a few moments. It just wasn't right, was it? Or was the Sheriff just being paranoid.

Well, he could be...

Woody shook his head at this. He shouldn't be thinking like this about himself; especially when it was in no way natural.

The Sheriff was about to protest against the idea when he caught the look within the eyes of the peas. And they made it clear that they were NOT going to give up until they had been given what they wanted.

Woody could not keep himself from sighing. The peas were almost as stubborn as Jessie herself sometimes. And boy could Jessie be stubborn...

"Fine." Woody murmured, and the three peas erupted into a fit of cheers.

A/N What on Earth was I on when I wrote this? I honestly have no idea.

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