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?

Okay, so I apologize deeply for the lack of updates for like the past five months - I just had the worst case of Writer's Block. But I kicked myself into action today to write out this chapter. Sorry!

Light: Thanks for the idea there! I'll definitely use it later on in the story if I can, but maybe in an unexpected way :P Cheerio, yessir!

Phooka: I took great humour in this review. Your description of a Phooka was absolutely AMAZING. Incidentally, they're called Glashtyns' where I'm from, hehe. Thanks for the compliments, my friend. They were greatly appreciated :D

This chapter is a follow up of 'Out of My Backside!'. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :-) A/N

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"Story time?" It was an understatement to say that Mr. Potato Head was in dismay as his jaw dropped wide. So, Hamm had been correct dreading this moment, because the blow of the impact was much more overwhelming than the spud had previously predicted. A story time? The idea, to him, seemed just as bad as being forced to listen to the trendy pop songs Dolly loved to listen to when she had access to the computer and they were bad, as well as a sorrowful waste of a perfectly good set of ear drums. "What kind of an idea is that?"

The Sheriff's gaze narrowed as Potato Head unfathomably felt many sets of eyes peer in his direction. It was obvious from the cowboy's expression that he hadn't been impressed with his narrow-minded remark. Sometimes Woody just wished that certain toys would just display a little bit more enthusiasm when it comes to these things to set an example for the younger and the more optimistic toys of the group. Being stripped of everything but pessimism as a new, high-spirited toy after only spending so long out of their box never led to any pleasant encounters when experience was endured. Woody knew how this felt so he didn't want to have Potato Head, Hamm or any of the others rubbing off their ways on the rest of the said toys before they had even lived themselves. Needless to say, he wasn't very happy with the pair.

So he answered, pretentiously: "An idea that some of our fellow toys have come up with to entertain all of us, Potato Head. So you could at least show a little gratitude."

Gratitude, his plastic buttucks. Scoffing, Mr. Potato Head incidentally came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to be grateful as he folded his arms across his bulging chest. But he quietened up at least, for now that is. Well - if a Sheriff couldn't beat them then they could certainly be ignored.

Woody's eyes flickered over towards the three peas. "Carry on, if you will."

The three of them smiled and prepared themselves to engage in vigorous story-telling. However, an idea soon struck them all and their expressions lit. "We have another idea!" Peaty called out in ecstacy. "We're going to take story-reading in turns!"

And then that was that, for the grumpy duo. Nothing could be worse than calling on one of them, they thought. Why on Earth did they have to do this? It was pure and utter torture. "What?"

"We're going to ask one of you to make up a story." .

Hamm and Mr. Potato Head exchanged glances, both absolutely mortified by the idea. They could only pray to the heavens that they wouldn't be called upon to speak a story out to the rest of the group as their eyes sought the rest of the group.

"I think that's a good idea," Buzz spoke up, examining the rest of the group as they nodded their approval. "Don't you all agree?"

"Oh, most certainly." Mr. Prickepants proclaimed, flailing his stuffed hands in the air to empathise his point. "Spontaniety is always a most infatuating way to express one's internal desires." He stood up and stepped forward into the circle they had all gathered into, posing dramitically with amplified movements. "This is why I offer my contribution to today's precipitous performance."

In disbelief the toys all stared at the porcupine with agog gazes and widened eyes. Some of them were attempting to make sense of what he had just said whilst a few others hadn't even heard a word of it to comprehend. Jessie, in the mean while, was simply just completely and utterly baffled.

"What?" She questioned heavily, her voice edging in bewilderment as she tried to make sense of what the Porcupine had just told the rest of the group. She thought that he was offering to take the first go, but then again she couldn't be completely sure for the moment.

Mr. Pricklepants had been on a roll, and he was very proud of his accomplishment. But there he had the rest of the group struggling to come to terms with his all too inspiring units of ostentatious vocabulary. Now he was simply vexated. "To place the matter into a concise definition that even you imbeciles would understand, I have just offered to tell my story out to the rest of the group first."

Even they could understand that, but they didn't seem all to impressed. All staring blankly towards Mr. Pricklepants, the only toys that portrayed any sign of optimism were in fact the peas themselves.

"Yay!" They exclaimed happily, bouncing up and down in their places for a moment before settling themselves down. "Tell us a story, Mr. Pricklepants!"

"As you wish young fellows,"

And they he proceeded on in telling the story.

A/N Again, sorry for the huge delay on this chapter. It should hopefully be concluded before the end of the story, so I'll try to work on that :)

If I don't post before then, which I probably won't do, I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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