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"Not another one of your confrontations again Woody." Hamm complained as he and the rest of the toys made their way towards the centre of the room where Jessie, the Peas and the three Aliens were sat.

By this point, Hamm detested the idea of a gathering and he made this perfectly clear with his next comment.

"We had a gatherintation last week." Hamm continued as he tried to force away the inevitable urge to sigh. God how he hated the meetings and, if he could, he would have been praying to the Lord above for forgiveness as the rest of the toys gathered around the small group which was slowly increasing in toll.

Before he was answered by the intended receiver, Slinky (who had been striding along side the Piggy Bank at the time) asked:

"Is that even a word?" Slinky questioned, clearly amused by Hamm's sudden lack of decent vocabulary. Since when was Hamm ever at a loss for words? Slinky surely didn't know.

"Eh." Hamm shrugged, apparently not dismayed by his abrupt absence of intelligence. "Probably not."

Slinky, like Hamm, shrugged and continued on walking. The murmuring, emitted from the rest of the toys in which the general reaction towards the situation varied - for example, Mr. Potato Head seemed to dread this moment to such an extent as the piggy bank did whilst Trixie considered the moment to be the 'News of the World' - drastically, began to grow in both volume and density as the toys gathered in the circle.

Forcing back a sigh - Woody was as reluctant to do this as everyone else (other than Jessie, the Peas and the Aliens for obvious reasons) at this moment - Woody answered:

"First of all Hamm, we need them every week to keep everything in Tip-Top condition." Woody began to explain, whilst wondering why he used the expression 'Tip-Top condition' since it was one phrase he'd NEVER usually mutter as he tried to keep the firm tone away from his voice. In truth, he was just fed up of being asked this every single time the toys met up for an activity. What else would they have done? Lounged around the house all day boring their butts off? The Sheriff didn't think so… "And, secondly, the Peas would like you to join in with something."

Okay, so now Hamm wasn't sure which idea appealed to him the most. A confrontation or an activity set by the Peas?

Wow, that really was a tough choice… And this was one choice he couldn't decide between.

Groaning, the Piggy Bank answered:

"Fine. But this better be quick."

No-one answered Hamm as the group gathered in the circle, with some of the toys perching themselves on the floor whilst some of the smaller ones remained standing to achieve a better view of the going-on's around them. Once they were all gathered, Woody spoke up:

"Now," Woody began, partially in fear of being branded a party-killer by the rest of the group for allowing such an event to occur that day. "Peaty, Peatrice and Peanelope all thought it'd be a good idea if we gathered up for a small activity."

"Yeah," Mr. Potato Head (who just happened to, ironically, be sat right next to Hamm) agreed. "A great idea out of my backside."

Even though Woody partially agreed with this, he still couldn't keep himself from seeming extremely offended by the spuds comment.

"Hey!" The Sheriff began to protest. "Some of us have come up with an idea to suit all of us; so I think the least we can do it be grateful."

At this very moment, the Peas were turned towards the window as they watched the small birds soar through the morning sky like daggers through their specifically chosen nectar as though they weighed no more than pin-point feathers; therefore absorbing them in the certain state which made them completely oblivious as to what was going on around them.

This behaviour struck the Sheriff as being odd almost instantly as his artificial eyebrows arched towards the ceiling out of a very timid sense of curiosity. Weren't the Peas really enthusiastic about the idea only a few minutes before? If so, then why were the three of them staring out of Bonnie's bedroom window as though they had been caught within the very roots of confusion? The Sheriff honestly had no idea…

Nevertheless, it turned out that Woody didn't have to speak up, especially since Hamm was growing extremely impatient.

"Oh just hurry up!" Hamm snapped, wanting this whole situation to end as fast as it possibly could so he could just go back to acting like the 'great' know-it-all he really was.

This seemed to catch the Peas off guard instantly, and they jumped around to face the others in a sense of absolute surprise. However, they soon dismissed the thought before speaking up:

"We're going to have a story time!" Peaty announced in glee.

"Oh no." Hamm murmured, mostly to himself in a low tone.

Okay, so this really would be as bad as a 'gatherintation' after all.

A/N Okay, so this is only a short chapter, but I wanted to get something out, since it's been like a week :/

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