The early sunshine cast a doubt over his head. In the bed of the child named Bonnie Anderson, the toys laid almost morbidly awake. Because Woody couldn't cast two aside only one. And het can't get his damn shit together. You know this makes me remember a morbid recall of when some toys I think they were soldiers hushed it down in my ears of a once 40 year old. They said something that is possible on all fronts. They said one time Andy was playing with Woody and Jessie and then he threw them across the room in moment uninterrupted where (it was like a drunk one night thing) they were pushed. Except pushed by choice. If you get me.

Woody feels like he's breathing normally again. He just gets up and he asks Bonnie's toys for help on finding his way back home. Trixie fires up the computer don't mind Rex. That message came late. And besides… who cares? Well someone's almost leaving and not coming back.

…

He finally gets it together over the fact that Trixie says "sorry" like any good wingwoman would. Afterwards, he doesn't do much but yet soak up the moment. Tis, his fantasy was ruined. Per say, it wasn't really a fantasy. Can I just say that I myself can't fantasize? Really, them going off was probably for the better. Because somehow, they would have been his downfall. He starts to cry but in a specific manner that is not explainable.

As night breaks down, and as the game begins, I want to imagine this and I want to say it out loud. In some sort of classroom be it a Middle School or a High School not a kids one though. There is a loner whom we can call "messy" or something else. We can also call him stupid. He is a coward. But somehow, he is glorious of his woes and how much we have stayed with him despite the other shortcomings. Or I want to imagine a prison cell and face makeup. Lying their way through the fire. We love idiots. As the nighttime falls and as the wife feel asleep Mr. Potato Head the Coward left his cell (Seriously where's the monkey.) in search of Twitch. He came in the form of a silly hero faced manic. That's not to put it lightly he's still somehow a hero and not an idiot. Either way he wonders about the deal. It was very cold of a deal because everyone was going to die. Everyone was going to die except the people that were going to matter in the moment. This time Twitch asked for something else.

This reminds me of something that had to do with Slinky. It didn't really have to do with Slinky he just so happened to know everything in a way he was a monkey. But he always knew that Mrs. Potato Head knew. You could ask her yourself. She was just.. she hated being confrontational. And who didn't dislike someone like her. We all talk about it either way.

That brings me to the other one. You know when others claim that they don't want to get involved when children are being abused by their caregiver? Yes, Mrs. Potato Head is one of those people. But she's a bitch for doing that because those were little kids that were being abused by their so called mother and she did nothing to help them. To make matters worse, she was nagging (nagging?) to her husband about where he was going! You know what? Lotso was every bit right. I'm starting to believe that those two are one fight away from getting divorced. In toy terms that is.

Stretch feels like it's very unfair. She looks around wondering when is that damn landfill gonna take the toys away that they really are useless? But looking back on it. She also said that they were landfill. But then she also said they were useful. She contradicts herself a lot. But things got worse one day. One day Lotso asked her about Ken. But she switched the conversation around. It was painless and slow. Lotso was shocked.

What was going on is maybe Ken and Barbie were going to get back together. And surprise, Stretch would have nothing to do with it. Ken was giving Stretch the Poetic Treatment. So sad in terms of their friendship. Their friendship had taken time. You would not believe the ups and downs that STRETCH AND KEN faced. Really you don't know the full story. I don't know the full story neither. But just know, Stretch was so much more like a sister than just Ken's best friend. Yet, Barbie was something that Ken needed to figure out on his own without Stretch.

There was something else Stretch needed to figure out (it's so messy because when you're a toy and you're also about to die it's hard to cling onto every single sentence. Brave souls can be almost dying and know every single thing that has to do with the story of a broken almost family. Just ask the green aliens and their… aunts and uncles? (I don't know they have a very weird relationship with them).

Barbie didn't normally fall in love. So Ken was a big deal. A really big deal. It's not like there were rules. There didn't have to be. Why does Barbie get so much shit? She's hurting really badly. I wasn't in a room but she told it to other barbies. She said that her old owner used to be a 30 year old woman who lived in New York? You can't help but see how cold hearted she is. As a result of something that happened. The effect hit her so strong that she started to allow space for Ken in her heart.

It was something Barbie and Ken would figure out together. Without Stretch. Because Stretch needed to see something else.

I also appear to have underestimated these little Green men. Little Green Aliens that Mr and Mrs adopted. They would do on to do something. I know I should go line by line but honestly I don't even care anymore. I do what I want. And no one is gonna stop me. So, they are much better than I thought they were. Are we sure it was the claw they were looking for? Because Lotso was walking one day. And the Green Bastards decided, what the hell, give a little have the rest of it. So they went after him.

Woody finally got his act together and on the wings of panging love where he once stood went after Sunnyside in memory of stride and started to get it over with. Somehow Lotso would never break the caller. But he would. You see. Woody got everyone together. Stared in awe of Jessie and the sight of Janne and Griff. "It's a long story." She said. Yes it was a long story that started in the night dead. Rex sweating like there was no tomorrow he really wanted to leave. And Slinky whose eyes were wide. Because he knew everything.

That night, Jessie begged Woody for some time because hey, Griff is having his main character moment. And before getting on that stage. Buzz pulled him aside.

"Do you think if I was a real kid I could have made it on broadway?"

"Yes I think so."

"I really don't want to be here. I mean I do but like I don't want to be towered over by Lotso and his gang."

"I feel bad for you and your sister. Because you had to be born from a temptress."

"Mr. Lightyear that's not so funny."

But yet he fell down from grace. Everyone was shocked. And Lotso gave a gruff noise. Jessie and Griff hid in the hallways. Griff cried. "Lotso will hate me. He's gonna hate me." And Jessie just told him that he wasn't a failure at 12 years old. He was fine. And he was going to do so much more in life than just having stage freight over singing. Lotso came over and comforted a crying Griff. "You know what happened to those kids? They don't eva wanna sing out of fear."

Jessie was also crying too. "He knows you are a kid Griff."

"Griff stop crying. Jessie, tell Griff to stop crying!"

"Jessie! Why did Lotso yell at Griff to stop crying?"

Says Mrs. Potato Head.

"I'm sorry Mommy Dearest." Griff sobs.

Jessie held him tightly. How can she sit there? How can she look at Lotso in the eye when she has done horrible countless acts of abuse and unfairness towards her kids she was suppose to love. Anyone would crack under the tough envoirment of Sunnyside so jessie was going to crack on it.

Night raids are the worst things an abused child can experience. You wake up half asleep and confused as to the monster is a mommy on her night rage. As she hits you and how worthless you are. Earlier that day Jessie and Hamm just bickered. "Woah Jessie what a beautiful pair of kids." Hamm muttered sarcastically. Jessie just felt like crying. "Yeah I know."

"You know what I remember when you first came here?"

"What?"

"I remember that you came here and toy told me aloud to my face: I want to go to the Catterpillar room. Because I remember I was offering to put you in the Butterfly Room."

"And I was like who is this kid? Who does he think he is? This toy. So I let you off and I thought this boy is gonna hate it. He's gonna hate it and it will be a good lesson for him. But…"

"But what?"

"But then you came in and you said it was the best time you ever had. And ever since that day? I knew you were a good kid."

"Lotso destroys my relationship with my kids." Again, you wanna feel bad for her. But she can have the most horrible sob story ever in the world and what she did wouldn't give a damn against the own abuse she makes her kids face. As long as you breathe my air as long as you exist. I'm right and you're wrong. That day Jessie hid in a cubby bin and broke down. Barbie and Mrs. Potato Head watched her pitifully. I think Jessie killed her own relationship with her own kids. And the audacity of Mrs. Potato Head when she didn't step in when she knew that Janne and Griff were being abused.