10:

"I can't believe you guys actually did switch bodies!" Woody said. It was a little past one-thirty and he, Bo, Jessie, and Buzz were back in the Davis' living room, sitting on the sofa.

"I can't believe you guys followed us across the street," Jessie grumbled. "Not to mention to listenin' the whole time we were in Giselda's tent. Creepers."

"Hey, it's not like you were exactly honest with what was going on!"

Bo shrugged and smiled apologetically. "Would you have believed us?"

Woody paused. "Well Jessie did try to stick her entire fist in her mouth…Or your fist in your mouth…"

Buzz coughed. "How long do you think until you're, you know…"

"Back to normal?" Jessie shrugged. "Gypsy Rose said a few hours but she could've been lyin'. Could be a few weeks, could be a few months…" She wriggled her eyebrows at Woody teasingly. "Could be years. We might hafta get married…"

"Oh knock it off," Woody grumbled, pulling Bo's bonnet down over her face. "I don't care whose body Bo is stuck in. That's not what's important to me. I love Bo for who she is, not what she looks like."

Without warning, Bo flung her arms around him and wrapped him in a tight hug, causing the apples of his cheeks to flush. "Admittedly that would take some getting used to…" Slowly he put his arm around Bo. "But we'd make it work somehow."

"You won't have to." They looked at Buzz. "Because Bo and Jessie will switch back. And if they don't, well, I'll talk to this Giselda myself. They need to be in their own bodies. It isn't right what she's done. It goes against science and nature."

Jessie looked uncomfortable. "You don't think I'm a freak, do ya Buzz?"

Buzz blinked in surprise. "What? No! No, I don't blame you, Jessie." He took her hand and tried to give her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. If Giselda switched you once, she can switch you again."

Woody sighed. "I guess…all we can do is wait until morning."

With that the four toys laid down on the sofa cushions and tried to get comfortable. Bo took off Jessie's hat and laid her head on Woody's chest. "This is so weird," he muttered.

"Do you want me to move?"

"Nah."

There was silence.

Jessie spoke up. "Hey Woody, what if Bo had been switched with Potato Head?"

"Don't make me throw a pillow at you."

"Don't make me throw up."

Five chimes from the hall clock woke Woody the next morning. Groggily he wondered for a moment if Andy had left him in the living room overnight. Then seeing the mop of red yarn snuggled on his vest, the past twenty-four hours all came rushing back to him.

Did it work…could she be…He put a hand on the sleeping woman's shoulder and shook her gently. "Bo? Are you in there? Bo?"

A fist flew up and socked him in the jaw. "Ow!"

Her eyes opened as she sat up and yawned. "What's the deal, Skinny Britches? It can't be more than five thirty!"

"It's five," he said, rubbing his chin. "And welcome back."

Jessie's hands flew to her head. She felt her braid. As she did a big grin split her face. "I'm back! I'm me again! YEEEE…"

Woody clapped a hand over her mouth. "Don't yell! You'll wake up the entire…" Before he could even finish the sentence he was being pinned to the sofa cushion and smothered with kisses.

Bo lay on top of him. "I've been waiting to do that for twenty-four hours," she explained to the startled Cowboy.

Jessie laughed at the look on Woody's face. Turning, she saw Buzz was sitting up. "Welcome back," he smiled shyly. "I'm glad it worked. It's just too quiet when you're not yourself."

"Aw, ain't you sweeter than…" Jessie paused and looked at Bo, who was still on top of Woody. "Hey Scarlett, I could use a metaphor."

"How about a honey baked ham with a side of corn puddin'?"

Jessie began to laugh so hard she stuffed her face in the sofa cushion to muffle the sound. Buzz just looked embarrassed. "I'd rather not be compared to processed meat."

She pulled her face out of the sofa. "Fair enough." Jumping up, she pulled Buzz to his feet. "Hey Ranger, don't forget! I owe you a wrestlin' match later!"

Buzz grinned.

Woody finally sat up and grabbed up his hat. "I think we all better get back upstairs."

"Good idea," Buzz agreed. As they all climbed down and headed to the door, Woody held it open.

Jessie looked at Bo. "Um, why don't you two go on ahead? We'll catch up."

"You're not going to go kick a witch doctor are you?"

"Nah, the Witch Doctor and I are cool. I have a leprechaun stompin' scheduled for eight, though."

Woody scowled.

Bo smiled and shook her head. "Just give us a minute, Honey."

Sighing, the Cowboy nodded and he and Buzz let the living door fall behind them.

Bo turned and suddenly found herself being embraced. "Oh!" she patted Jessie's back. "What's this for?"

"Sorry," Jessie mumbled.

"What?"

"I said," Jessie let go of the hug. "I'm sorry. For you know, flyin' off the handle at Giselda. And getting us both into trouble."

"It's okay, Jess…"

Jessie shook her head. "It ain't okay. If I hadn't been shootin' off my mouth none of this would've even happened." Her eyes downcast, she grabbed her braid. "I am headed for trouble, just like she said…"

Bo paused. She put a hand on Jessie's shoulder. "You know, Giselda was right about one thing. She was right about your stubborn streak."

Jessie grunted.

"But she didn't mention your other quality: Determination. You were determined to get our bodies back and you did."

"Aren't they the same thing?"

"Stubborn people are inflexible and uncompromising. Determined people are able to adapt to meet their ends."

"Well I think stubborn sounds more like me."

"But don't you see? You don't believe in fortune telling but you let Giselda tell your future anyway, because you knew it was the only way to get us back to normal."

"Huh," Jessie started to smile. "Well, you know, you surprised me too."

"I did?"

"You climbed a bush. And jumped off a window ledge. And screamed at a practical stranger. Who knew ya had it in ya?" she smiled mischievously. "I guess from now on I'm gonna have to let you win at 'Battleship.' Sometimes. Maybe."

Bo linked an arm through her friend's. "Well, I couldn't have done any of it without you."

As she and Jessie began to walk to the living room door, Jessie began to sing softly under her breath. "'You've got a friend in me…" Then a little louder, "You've got a friend in me…When the road looks rough ahead…"

Bo sang the next line, "And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed…"

Jessie grinned. "You just remember what your gal pal said…" Together they harmonized as they walked out of the living room and into the hall.

"Girl, you've got a friend in me! Yeah you've got a friend in me…"