It was a beautiful day in the month of November. It had only been a few months since Andy had handed his childhood toys over to Bonnie. They couldn't ask for a better way to kick off their new life. Going from spending their days in a toy box most of the time, and now being played with everyday really was a huge change after all these years.

Bonnie was going to be at Daycare most of the day, so the toys had a few hours to kill. Today was specifically special, because the toys were planning a day's worth of discussion. Getting towards the end of the Fall season and awaiting the first snow fall was exciting. Though it meant less playtime in the warm summer sun in the yard, it still meant Bonnie would be inside slightly more often, meaning more playtime.

Becoming part of a new family meant old traditions, and new additions. Bonnie's toys both new and old, wanted to share their annual ways as a child's play thing, together. Bonnie's birthday wasn't for a few months, but Woody was hoping to start up their traditional birthday scheme, of seeing if there would be any new additions to the family, as they use to do with Andy.

As for today, Bonnie's old toys had explained that every few months, they like to have a group discussion on any hopes they have for future playtime with Bonnie, or anything they've been enjoying.

"So It's like New Year's resolutions?" Rex asked, walking along side his fellow dinosaur.

"Sure!" Trixie chirped happily, "but has to do more with playtime with Bonnie, rather than what we want for ourselves."

"Yeehaw!" The red headed cowgirl yelled from the windowsill, "It sure is windy out there!" Jessie jumped down from the window next to Bullseye and started to pet him.

"One of my favourite times of the year!" Dolly said joining the two.

"More like the worst time of the year…" Mr. Potato Head said, passing by the two girls. In return, the girls looked at him with unimpressed looks. It was one of those days again.

Mr. Potato Head was just not having it, right now. Sure, everyone, even Bonnie's original toys, knew this was just who he is. But, on days like this, they all knew not to get on his bad side. No one knows what was the matter this time, and no one planned on asking. If there's one thing everyone learned by now, it was that Potato Head was not the type to open up.

"Ok everyone, staff meeting!" Woody said rounding up everyone.

All of Bonnie's toys came to the centre of her room, Mr. Potato Head being the last. He was certainly not ready to have a friendly discussion with anyone. Especially if Rex was going to start acting annoyingly loud, or Mr. Pricklepants would start reciting Shakespeare.

He found a spot next to Mrs. Potato Head, and unwillingly looked towards the leaders of the room.

"Ok everyone, by now most of us know how this goes, and we have thoroughly explained how it works to our newcomers. So, why don't we just cut the introduction for today, and get right to any potential playtime hopes for this season?" Dolly said looking up from the half-piece of looseleaf in her stubby little hands.

Many of the toys nodded in agreement.

"Ok let's start over here," Woody said looking towards Mr. Pricklepants, who had his paw raised. "Pricklepants?"

"I hope Bonnie will consider putting us in some more theatrical situations," He said proudly. "It's not everyday a child considers a toy's acting methods."

"Yeah...and there's no kid who would..." Mr. Potato Head mumbled under his breath. Mrs. Potato Head lightly hit her husband on the shoulder. "Be nice," she whispered.

Jessie, who was still standing with Bullseye put her hand up.

"Cowgirl?" Dolly asked.

"I miss the days when we were put into more western situations, those were like the glory days of playtimes for me, personally." Jessie said, happily.

"Yeah, because that meant you and Woody were being played with more than the rest of us." Potato Head said with attitude, and not quietly this time. Jessie glared at him angrily. This may have been going on for years, but he still managed to get to the other toys. But by now, they've all learned to ignore it. Even his wife.

"Well besides playtime, I hope Bonnie gets more bubbles soon. I think we ran out after our last bubble blowing contest." Trixie said.

"I think there's still some left, pass the bottle big guy." Buzz asked, motioning towards Totoro. The fluffy toy picked up the near by bubble bottle and passed it down the circle to Buzz. When he received, he tried unscrewing the cap, but had difficulties.

"I think its stuck," he said, struggling.

"Here, let me help." Woody said, stepping in.

Considering it would take a while, all the other toys broke out into their own little conversations for the time being.

"Is everything ok?" Mrs. Potato Head asked her husband. She was the only toy in the room that would actually get a direct answer from him.

"Yeah..." Mr. Potato Head began, "just bummed after losing poker against Hamm for the fifth time."

"Hey, you'll get back up on top again. You always do." Mrs. Potato Head said smiling. He smiled back at her. Where would he be without her?

"Got it!" Buzz said, unscrewing the cap.

"Ah! a spider!" Rex said whipping around fast to make a get away. And in the process, knocking down the open bottle, running a stream of sticky bubble soap, everywhere.

"Rex!" Slinky and Hamm yelled in unison.

The bubbly spilling travelled very quickly across the floor, straight to the Potato Heads. Mrs. Potato Head noticed right away and jumped up. As for Mr. Potato Head however, he wasn't quick enough. the bubbles ran fast past him, knocking him over from the slippery mess. It carried him down to the other side of the room, covering him in sticky soap water, and right into Bonnie's arts and crafts box. As soon as he hit it, it toppled right on top of him.

All the toys ran over, with Mrs. Potato Head in the lead. They all lifted up the box to reveal a very messy Potato Head. He was covered head to toe in bubble formula, which allowed a bunch of Bonnie's craft feathers and plastic beads to stick to him. In shorter terms, he looked like a colourful, exotic chicken.

Many of the toys tried to hold in their snickers, but had a difficult time doing so. But they weren't prepared, for what would happen next.

"WHO IS THE CULPRIT!?" Potato Head yelled at the top of his voice, tearing a red feather from his eyebrow.

The toys froze, but managed to look towards the one responsible.

"It was an accident..." Rex said nervously, playing with his claws.

"Why am I not surprised!?" Mr. Potato Head said, continuing to tear beads and feathers from his sienna plastic body. "Of course it was you, Lizard Brain!"

"Potato Head..." Woody spoke out, "calm down..."

"Calm down!? I saw all of you laughing!" He said waving his hands everywhere.

"You know Potato Head, you laugh and make fun of us all the time! And all of a sudden when we do it slightly, it's a crime!?" Jessie said, becoming agitated.

"Please! You all probably live to see me make an idiot of myself! So, you can all just shut it!" He said, screaming at the toys in front of him.

The Peas in a Pod began to tremble. They hated it when toys fought. But, they've never seen an adult scream this much, before.

"Honey, it wasn't on purpose..." Mrs. Potato Head said, trying to get him to calm down.

"I'm out of here! You all can enjoy your stupid wishing circle, without me!" Mr. Potato Head yelled, ignoring his wife and storming out of the room.

"Eh, he'll calm down." Hamm said, being use to his previous tantrums.

"Yea, but that was still intense." Slinky said, his ears drooping.

"Guys, we didn't do anything wrong." Woody said.

"I'll go talk to him." Mrs. Potato Head said, ending the gossip.

"Are you sure?" Buttercup asked, "He seemed pretty angry. Maybe we should just let him cool down."

"Just letting him cool down might mean he won't accept the fact that this was all an accident," the motherly-like toy spud explained. She let out a big sigh. "Besides, I'd rather he be testy with me, than yell at any of you."

The rest of the toys nodded in agreement, and began to clean up the mess. Except for Mrs. Potato Head, who left the room to go find her husband.

"Imbeciles..." Mr. Potato Head said as he wiped himself down, with a face cloth he found in the bathroom. He's had enough of this. Its been countless times that he's had to put up this nonsense. Sure, he was the negative voice of the group. But, he still mattered, right? He wasn't sure. Maybe this is all unnecessary. Maybe the rest of the toys would be better off without-

"Darling?"

His thoughts were interrupted by a soothing voice coming from behind him. He knew that voice anywhere. He turned to see his wife standing there tapping her fingers together, looking at him questionably, yet cautiously. Almost as though she was afraid he would burst at any moment.

Mr. Potato Head looked away from her glance, and back down at the wash cloth. It was covered in bubble formula and feathers. Beads were also scattered all around him.

"If you're here to make me go apologize, you're waisting you time..." He said still not looking at her.

"I'm not," she started, "but you know they never meant to-"

"I can't believe you're taking their side!" He said finally looking at her.

"Who said I'm taking anyone's side?" She responded, but keeping her voice to a minimum.

"Please. You're not here to comfort me. You're here to get me to admit that I'm overreacting!"

"I can't believe your putting this on me!" She said feeling victimized.

"You know, I've always stayed by your side." Mr. Potato Head said tossing the cloth aside and putting his hands on his sides. "Every time you've felt guilty or unsupported, I've comforted you, and this is what I get in return?"

"Excuse me!? What about all those times you've been disagreeable with everyone? Did I argue against you? No! I supported your opinion in practically everything!" Mrs. Potato Head argued.

"Then why didn't you today, huh?"

"Because it was an accident! And you weren't even trying to understand, or be reasonable about it!"

"You know what!? Maybe I was wrong, maybe you all would be better off without me."

Mrs. Potato Head was taking aback by this. He couldn't have been thinking that.

"That's not true..." She said, her voice was back to being calm and fearful.

"Really? Because I think it is! In fact I wish it was! I wish I didn't know any of those guys!"

"Sweetheart please calm down…"

"I wish I wasn't brought here, I...I!"

'Darling-"

"I WISH I NEVER EXISTED!" He yelled loudly flailing his arms into the air, and scowling his eyebrows as far as he could.

Mrs. Potato Head's eye's widened. She stayed frozen in place, shocked. She was utterly hurt by his words. They may not have been directed towards her, but saying that sure had a huge impact on her. A life where he never existed, meant a life without her.

Mr. Potato Head could see the hurt in her eyes, and his face softened. He's definitely been hard on many toys he's met in his lifetime, but never meant to do so on his wife. She was the only toy he's ever opened up to, and has ever expressed the most care for. He loves her, and at the end of the day, he wants her to feel happy and safe.

"Honey, I…" He began, but trailed off.

He couldn't talk himself out of this one, because he couldn't even convince himself that he was just kidding. He was too upset to take his words back.

"Its ok…I get it." His wife finished, "You need some alone time…"

She then turned her back and started to walk away. As she turned the corner, Mr. Potato Head could see her put her hand over her mouth to muffle out her crying. And she did a good job, because she then silently walked out of sight.

Good job you big spud head. Potato Head thought to himself. He put his hands over his eyes and let out a groan. This was bad. But in all honesty, he still did wish he was just swept away from all of this.

Without even another second to think about what he just did, a giant eruption knocked him over, scattering a few of his parts off of him.

"Hey! What's the big idea!?" The plastic spud said, putting his eyes back in to get a good look. He wasn't afraid to speak up in the fear that humans were around, because Bonnie and her mom wouldn't be home for a few hours.

He looked towards where the explosion happened, and there was no mess. Nothing at all, except for a light brown teddy bear, with a red button nose and black eyes. He had a halo sewed on top of his head and was carrying a harp.

"Uhhh…" Mr. Potato Head just stared awkwardly at the toy standing before him. He swore Bonnie didn't own a teddy bear. Especially a bear dressed like some sort of angel.

"Your wish, is my command." The bear spoke, before slapping his paws together.

The living room walls started to crackle and disappear, letting a startling white light peer through. Mr. Potato Head whipped his head around so fast watching everything fly away. He then felt the ground rumble beneath his plastic feet, and watched as it stretched out into nothing. He fell down into what was presumably a black hole, and let out a ginormous scream as he flew downwards, at rapid speed.

No one to grab him, nothing to hoist himself back up. Only a giant black open space sucking him down, taking him no where. He felt the wind rush fast through his hands and his feet dangle helplessly bellow him. He was surprised none of his parts were coming off, not even his hat. As though they were just none existent. He looked down and saw a little glowing light getting brighter and brighter. It eventually became too bright, that it started to blind him and takeover his entire body. Feeling like he was disappearing into nothing.

Everything then stopped. No impact from the fall, no parts were scattered everywhere, no potential death of a toy, nothing. He used the feeling he had left in his hand to feel the surface he was on. It was soft, but prickly. His mind raced, but his body ached. Not from the impact of the fall, but from the giant oblivion he was just sucked into.

All he could do was lie there with his face faced down, and try to get his hurting head together, before seeing where he had ended up.