So, what have you guys thought so far? I'd like to know what you think of this fanfic.

Will Woody and his friends get caught again? What are they going to do? I mentioned in a note on my very first fanfic story that the Sign Language would come in handy more than Woody could expect. It is not to be underestimated!

The story might have been more interesting if I'd put other prisoners in there to meet up with the main characters, but I couldn't come up with any. I was out of ideas.

Some Buzz/Jessie here.

For those of you who feel like Lotso has ruined teddy bears' reputations forever, don't forget Winnie the Pooh!

"Everyone, down!" Buzz ordered, whispering loudly. "Up against the wall."

"But what about..." Slinky started to say, worried. They had to warn their friends, but they couldn't shout because the gang would hear and find them! Jessie waved to Mitsy, trying to get her attention from across the room. The princess's eyes widened as Jessie signed with her fingers to her.

Someone's coming! Get down! Stay low. Back up! Good. Stay there. Mitsy and the others followed the cowgirl's instruction while she, Woody, Buzz, Slinky, and Jack all backed up against the wall in the shadows and squatted down as much as they could underneath the metal shelf. They huddled closely together.

"Nobody move!" Jack whispered firmly. They were were all shivering. The steps came closer. The scared toys under the shelf held their breaths. The footsteps and voices were right above their heads!

"He's usually very efficient in performing the assignments we give him. Never heard him complain, until tonight. So, what do we do about him?" One of the voices asked. Woody and Jack recognized it belonging to Snaps the crocodile.

"That all depends," Spike the Bulldog answered. "He's hiding something, I can just smell it. He will do as I say. The new prisoners don't make any difference to me than any others that have 'passed' through here." Spike said sarcastically. The toys could hear the footsteps halt, directly above their heads! One wrong move or sound, and they would be caught! Jessie was trembling and Buzz scooted even closer to her, if that was even possible, as they were already braced against each other. She leaned her head frightfully on his shoulder, and he firmly, strongly, lovingly, gripped her hand.

"Passed through here, that's a good one!" Snaps chuckled. "I never knew he had a soft spot in him. Pretty weak, don't you think?"

"Definitely." Spike agreed. "I'm beginning to think maybe he doesn't cut it after all. We can't make any exceptions."

"But after all this time, you're saying you're going to get rid of him? Won't that put a bit of a hole in our top line of fighters?"

"It's all up to him." Spike stated. "He'll make the choice. Either way, it's for his own good. His choice determines mine, and you know what that means." Snaps nodded in agreement. "I'm tired of his silly game tonight. It's like he just went through the roof. He wants to keep his job? Fine. If he doesn't break under our 'persuasion', we'll just have to teach him a valuable lesson."

"You mean the shrimp princess?"

"Oh, yes," Spike said in an oily voice that made the toys underneath him cringe. "The little weakling. Not much to her anyway, so she's perfect. We'll just cut her to ribbons a bit here and there, then show that big sissy of a dog what's left of her. If that doesn't do it, well, all that's left is to nail her to a plank, then throw her in the dumpster."

"Heh, heh, yeah," Snaps chuckled wickedly. "She'll never get out that way. And it'll be worth it to see the look on his face! Maybe then he'll think twice about back talk." Jack growled indignantly under his breath at that treacherous piece of plastic, just above them. Woody shuddered to think of what would've happened to their friend if they hadn't gotten her out when they did! Buzz and Jessie, on the other hand, were shocked and gaped at each other, horrified. They couldn't believe their ears. Jessie clung tightly to her husband's arm, and through the dim light of his green glow, he looked deeply into her equally green eyes with determination.

That's not gonna happen, his eyes spoke. And we're going to get out of here, I promise. She bit her lip and gripped him even tighter.

"How about that wimpy cowboy doll?" Snaps asked.

"Ah! That'll be too easy." Spike grinned. "We can use his arms and legs for future scare tactics easy, just like we did with his precious little friend." Woody clutched his stomach when he heard that. Slinky gulped and quickly backed his back end close around the cowboy, his good friend, hoping his springy coil surrounding Woody would protect him. "We can use his head as a trophy decoration in my 'office', hat and all!" Woody gulped hard and clung his hands protectively around his neck, but Buzz covered his friend's mouth before the cowboy could yelp. He removed his hand when he knew Woody wouldn't make any noise, and tightly gripped his hand. Woody looked at the Space Ranger fearfully. Buzz smiled at him to let him know he'd be okay. Woody relaxed and his breathing returned to normal. Jessie glanced sadly at her brother, but smiled to reassure him that he was safe with them, and he nodded gratefully. Jack glared angrily up at the shelf roof and Slinky bared his teeth but didn't make a sound.

"How about the others who got away?" Snaps inquired, referring to Buzz, Jessie, Trixie, and the others.

"I don't know how they did it, but there's no way they could've gotten out of this place unnoticed. No one ever can, thanks to me! They're somewhere in here, I'll stake my reputation on it. I've ordered everyone to send for me the moment they find them. If they can sympathize with the rest of us poor, unfortunate souls then everything's dandy. BUT, if they rebel, then they'll never see the light of day again."

Jessie gritted her teeth very hard and it took every thread of willpower in her not to screech or start gasping loudly. She wasn't sure whether the dog meant death or confinement by his statement, but either way, she was scared. She bit her lip and leaned on Buzz for support and...and protection! At least he was here with her, that's what kept her sane at this moment. He gently leaned his chin on top of her head, and she buried her face in his arm. He knew her extreme fear of the dark or confinement, just the thought alone could send her into a petrified state, and it always took lots of patience, love, and much reassurance to get her calmed down again. But they couldn't afford for that to happen at this crucial moment, and Buzz wanted his wife to remember that he was here and would keep her safe. She held onto him with all her strength, soaking in the calming assurance of his presence and thankfully, did not go into having a panic attack.

"Yeah," Snaps agreed. "And if we don't catch all of them at once, they'll talk and lead us to the rest of their gang. They won't have any choice. There's no question, they'll talk."

"Yes." Spike nodded happily. "Our methods are pretty effective, wouldn't you say? And we never fail. Never have, never do, and never will. We'll see if the princess has changed her mind since we left her alone in that dark clink. Whether she has or not don't make any difference to me. Either way, I'm gonna have a blast tonight. The party hasn't even started yet!" Jessie and Buzz glanced at each other. The dark clink? What was that? Jessie was flabbergasted: had Mitsy actually spent a frightening amount of time, alone, trapped in a box or dark room, or something? Jessie couldn't believe it. Mitsy didn't mention it when they'd returned. If it was true, Jessie didn't know how the princess did it, how she could be placed alone in a sealed box or darkness and still come out in a calm state of mind. The cowgirl herself knew that she certainly couldn't have! She'd never understand how the other toys could bear being boxed up, not even for a full minute. Boy, was she glad that she'd stayed behind with Buzz when Woody decided to search for Jack! Buzz was thinking the exact same thing at this moment.

Woody sighed slightly with a little relief. We still might have a chance to make it out of here! He thought, feeling a faint spark of hope rising in him. Apparently they haven't found her gone yet! Maybe we can escape before they actually do.

"If Jack doesn't let up, we won't have any use for him anymore," Snaps said, as they walked away from their spot towards the boxes...where Bonnie's other toys were hiding! As they came closer and she heard his voice, Mitsy started shivering violently. She was terrified of that monstrous bulldog, and to know that he was within nine inches of her was overwhelming. She'd hoped to never see him again, yet here he was, close by, and able to find them if they made a single sound! Some cruel bullies she could confront, but this one was different. He was huge compared to her, and absolutely evil.

… "Hey, what is going on?" Lazy Boy asked, yawning and opened his eyes to see what sort of commotion was happening this time. The Big Boss was in here, and Puss in the Boots, Sniper, the Falcon, Pinch, and he guessed that Stinger had been sent back on patrol duty and the others would too as soon as they finished their current business. And there was a wiggling blur of blue being held in the air by quite a few if them. It was a doll of some sort that Lazy Boy could make out, a princess doll. She was the one who'd disturbed his sleep, with her endless screaming and hollering. Obviously, the Boss was going to punish her for something. Lazy Boy shut his eyes again but covered his ears to block out the deafening screeching so he could try to go back to sleep.

Mitsy was thrashing wildly like a fish out of water. Next thing she knew, they were in a room with a desk and diplomas on the wall and a very tall bookcase. She landed roughly on the floor. Terrified, she wasted no time and started to scramble away towards the door on her hands and knees. But then Puss jumped right in front her, grinning smugly. "Where do you think you're going?" He jeered. Mitsy shrieked and tried another direction, towards the bookcase. Maybe she could climb up and they wouldn't be able to reach her. But sure enough, the horrible looking falcon stood stubbornly in her pathway.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He chuckled creepily. Mitsy saw one more chance to get out..the air vent! Perfect! She and Woody, Buzz, and Andy's former toys had had many experiences using ventilation shafts for shortcuts, escapes, and other stunts. If she could just reach it, quickly force it open without getting grabbed, maybe, just maybe she could slam it shut before the crooks could stop her, then make a clean getaway back to Woody, Buzz, Jessie, Slinky, and her other good pals! There was no time to lose, and Mitsy went for it! She crouched as fast as she could. She was almost there! But no! Sniper pounced right in her pathway and aimed his gun straight at her! Mitsy looked behind her and shivered dreadfully as Spike and the rest of his present accomplices surrounded her in a circle, closing off any way of escape.

"PLEASE! Please...let me go!" Mitsy begged. "Let me out of here! LET ME OUT!" The toys only laughed at her. She curled herself up into a fetal position and raised her arm to shield their wicked, sneering faces from view. "Help! Woody! Buzz! Jack! HELP!" She cried in distress with her eyes squeezed shut.

"Think she's had enough?" Puss asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Nnnoo." Spike said smoothly. "We're just getting started. Get ready for some fun, boys!" The other toys cheered, but Mitsy clenched her fists and raised them up to her face. This had to be a nightmare, only she couldn't wake up! Then she felt something poke her stomach. "Pay attention, Your Highness." Spike ordered. Mitsy didn't have the will power to obey. She was afraid to look. Then came the poke again, and also a hand clenched her shoulder and turned her over, forcing her to open her eyes. She shrieked again. Right before her eyes was an arm! It was a broken off, plastic arm that had obviously once belonged to muscular, athlete toy.

"Oh, don't worry. It's real." Puss said cheerfully. "We don't collect fakes. Care to touch it and feel the authenticity?" Even though she was a toy, Mitsy felt a strong nausea in her cloth stomach and buried her face in her hands. "Go ahead, Fraidy Cat." Puss chuckled mercilessly. "Go on, touch it. Come on. It's not gonna bite you. Go on."

Mitsy had had enough. She rolled away from him and right over to the feet of the Sniper who was holding something else horrible: it was the headless plastic body of a used to be little fireman! The Sniper shoved it in the princess's face and she gasped loudly. "I think we've scared her long enough." Spike spoke up, and his group groaned.

"Aw, do we have to, Boss?" Puss whined. "It was just getting good."

"I think a calmer approach is sufficient." Spike said. Mitsy didn't look up, she was covering her eyes, but she slowly started to tremble a little less. Were they done frightening her? Were they actually going to stop their cruelty and leave her alone? But then, she could feel her hair being grabbed and held up in the air. She glanced up and saw the falcon holding it with Puss standing nearby with those horrid scissors in his hand!

"NO! No, please!" She cried out. "Not my hair! Please, no!"

"Hmm. What do you think? Is this short enough?" The falcon asked, pursing his fingers near the bottom strands.

"Nah. Too long." Puss disagreed.

"How about here?" He had moved halfway up her hair.

"Uh-uh. Still two long."

"Well, then. How about...right here?" Mitsy could feel the falcon's claw fingers directly under her head, where her long, wavy hair and plastic noggin connected.

"Perfect! I'm sure she wouldn't want to selfishly keep it all to herself when some other, poor, unfortunate baldy is trapped in this place." Puss smiled and started to clasp the scissors. Mitsy raised her arms, sprang up on her feet and ran with all her might straight for the door. She took a flying leap...but was grabbed by firm arms that wouldn't let her go.

"Not so fast, Miss Prissy." Puss said sarcastically. He was holding her firmly as she uselessly tried to wriggle out of his arms. Spike walked up to her and glared.

"All right, you puny cotton ball." He said sternly. "I'll give you one chance to tell me. If you tell me what I want to hear, I promise I'll let you go. If not, well, you'll never see your stupid friends again."

"They're not stupid!" Mitsy exclaimed in a quivering voice. "W-what is it? What do you want from me? I want out! I just want out!"

"That's better. Where are they?"

"W-who?"

"You know who! Your friends. The others. My employees tell me they got a whole lot more than just you and that cowardly cowboy."

"He's not a coward! You can't say that!" Mitsy yelled. Spike gripped her chin.

"You heard me. Where are they? How many of you are there? What do they look like? You see, I must know, otherwise I'll do to them the same things you just saw from other prisoners before. Tell me! Now!"

"Leave them alone! Please! Please, don't hurt them." Mitsy pleaded. "They're my friends, the best I've got in the world. And we have a kid who needs us. Leave my friends alone!"

"I'm telling you for the last time: tell me where they are, and I won't harm them."

"You're lying! I don't believe you!" Mitsy cried. "And I'm telling you for the last time: leave them alone! PLEASE!"

"All right, that's it." Spike declared angrily. Next thing Mitsy knew, she was held down from all directions, and rolled over as she found herself plastered in duct tape. Her mouth and nose were covered too. She was on her back on the floor, unable to move her hands and unable to utter a word. "Any second thoughts, Your Highness?" Spike asked again. Mitsy shook her head but wore a pleading expression on her face. "Okay. Fine. Have it your way. We'll give you some time to rethink this matter over. When we come back, if you've changed your mind, I'll be happy to hear it. If not, well. It's bye-bye to your brave cowboy and the rest of them! Okay, throw her in." And with that, Puss gleefully lifted her up like a sack of potatoes and then threw her down into the bottom of a red toolbox. He was laughing hideously, then they slammed the lid shut, and she was all alone...in the dark!

Here he was, so close to them! Mitsy started gasping, quietly yet heavily, and it was all she could do not to screech. Her friends noticed her reaction and they all huddled closer together for safety and assurance of each other's presence. Even Potato Head felt bad for Mitsy when he saw and realized just how truly scared she was, and he actually gripped her arm steadily with his hand to calm her. "Why don't we rip him to pieces 'til there's nothing left and leave it at that?" Snaps suggested.

"Nah. Oh no. That's no good." Spike answered. "That's too common and too easy. We need to use something more 'special' on Jack, something more colorful...like opening the furnace vent and sticking him in there really good."

"Perfect," Snaps sneered. "I like it." Potato Head quickly covered Mitsy's mouth, as she was about to shriek. She looked at him sadly, like she was going to cry. She was horrified at what the villains talked about doing to her best friend! It was bad enough that they were planning murder of any toy, but this was her friend! And...and Mitsy hated fire. Oh, how she hated it! She was scared almost to death of it, and now they were talking about putting her friend in...in...and chuckling about it! She couldn't stand it.

Trixie glared darkly through seething teeth at Spike and Snaps, though their backs were to her. Oh, if only they would turn to face her, the angry triceratops surely would've given those two rats a piece of her mind! The horrid toys finally were gone away out of sight and earshot. "Ugh!" Trixie growled. "The monsters. They're such barbarians. They make me sick!"

"Ooohh," Mitsy whimpered and buried her face in her hands, shuddering.

Jack, Woody, Buzz, Jessie, and Slinky quickly sprang out of their hiding place toward the boxes. "Phew. That was a close one." Slinky blew out a breath of relief.

"Too close." Buzz said.

"Much too close." Jack nodded in agreement. "Come on."

"I thought they'd never leave!" Woody shook his head, gulping.

"They're absolutely horrible!" Jessie sputtered venomously. "I've never heard of anything so wicked, the horrid bone-pickers!" She shook her fists angrily at the air and stomped her foot. They reached the boxes and stopped where they were. Mitsy was all curled up in a ball and clinging to Trixie, looking very, very frightened. Potato Head was protectively patting her shoulder. They exchanged concerned glances and moved forward. "What happened?" Jessie asked tenderly. Mitsy didn't answer. She stared straight ahead, her eyes wide with fear.

"Mitsy, are you okay?" Buzz asked. Mitsy bit her lip and shook her head. She looked so fragile to the fearless Space Ranger. He'd seen that kind of look before: on Jessie's face, any time she'd had a bad panic attack after being alone in a box or closed in space, or darkness. That was exactly the way that the princess was looking now, just like his wife when she suffered from her severe claustrophobia. Buzz wasn't sure what in the world had happened to frighten her so badly, and he didn't know what else to say or do.

"What's wrong?" Woody asked. What did they do? What is it? His thoughts swam. He'd hoped there would be nothing else to frighten her tonight. She's had enough, more than enough!

"It's okay, we're here with ya," Slinky said encouragingly.

"Honey, what is it?" Jack asked, stepping forward. Mitsy didn't answer. Instead she quickly rose to her feet and ran to the large, strong dog and hung onto him tightly. She hid her face in his shoulder, whimpering and refused to let go of her good friend. She was afraid to let go.

"They said some dreadful things," Trixie spoke up. "About Jack, and what they're going to do to him."

"It was so horrible!" Rex cried. "They said that..."

"Shut your trap, Rex!" Potato Head blurted. "We don't need to hear it again. She don't need to hear it again. Now shut up."

"Oh." Woody sighed. He didn't want to contemplate the intellect of those bloody fiends. It was too dark, too evil. "Well, it's all right, Mitsy." He said encouragingly. "We won't let that happen."

"That's right." Slinky agreed.

"Precious, it's all right." Jack said, patting her back with his paw.

"Oh, Jack!" Mitsy exclaimed, looking painstakingly into his soft brown eyes. "I hate this dreadful place! I don't want anyone to die. I don't want you to get killed!" Jack lovingly put one of his big, protective paws around her. "They said...they said..." She couldn't finish and hung her head, shaking it.

"You don't have to tell me. I have a fair idea of what they said." Jack answered solemnly. Jessie and Buzz sighed in agreement, with Woody and Slinky nodding.

"I couldn't stand to hear such...such filth." Mitsy gulped. "How can anyone do such horrible things?" She looked up at him pitifully, not really wanting an answer.

"I don't know," Jack sighed. "I know, it's awfully ugly and dark. I'm sick of this infernal rat hole, and I'm going to do all that I can to insure that no toy ever again has to lay eyes on this place."

"Jack, you can't! We need you. I...I need you!" Mitsy pleaded.

"And I'll do my best to always be here for you," Jack gazed at her thoughtfully. "But, we really need to move! Just stay close to me, Precious, and I'll keep you safe." Mitsy smiled and hugged him one more time as he licked her face and then they hit the trail again.

"Everything's going to be all right, guys." Woody said confidently. "We're getting out of here."

Potato Head wouldn't admit it, but he was slowly starting to have a change of heart about Jack. The wise dog did seem genuine and gallant. Nevertheless, Potato Head kept his guard up. He remembered to a tee how warm, welcoming, and trustworthy Lotso had appeared when they'd arrived at Sunnyside Daycare. Jack did seem to posses some of that instant care that made you feel like everything was going to be okay. But still, in the end, Potato Head, his family, and all their friends had been betrayed by the strawberry-scented teddy bear and had almost died. Ever since then, he was very wary of kind, loving strangers. He was determined to protect his wife and kids and that they would never come close to such an experience again. Nice toys are dangerous, he'd drilled into his mind so that he could smell a scoundrel when he saw one. He honestly also didn't want to see Mitsy get hurt again either. If he was fair about it, after seeing the endearing connection between her and Jack, it was hard to believe that the dog could be anything but honest. However, Potato Head wholeheartedly agreed with the old saying, "Once you've been burned, you fear the fire." So, he wasn't quite completely open-minded. But as Jessie had said, maybe he shouldn't have laid his suspicions on everyone so heavily. Yet, if it turned out that he was right and Mitsy did end up defrauded and broken because of it, at least he'd seen it coming and tried to prevent it.

The toys walked quietly through the maze of boxes, Mitsy keeping one hand locked onto Jack's collar. Even in this forbidding, sinister building, she felt safer in a serene way with Jack by her side. The toys stayed in a close group, making sure they were all together and accounted for. Slinky trotted solidly at Woody's heels. Jessie walked close beside Buzz, their hands interlocked. Rex and Trixie were at the end of the line, Rex staring frightfully up at the crates, boxes, and two patrolling toys far away, a hog and a sniper. Rex gulped and didn't look where he was going. He walked right into a forklift and bumped his face. "Oo!" He yiped and shook his head. The group turned and stared at him.

"Watch it, Rex." Woody said lowly but adamantly.

"Be careful." Buzz added.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" Rex whispered loudly and trotted faster to catch up with his friends. He surely didn't want to be left behind! They continued to walk on.

"But when we get out of here, how are we going to get back to Bonnie?" Jessie wondered.

"I've been trying to figure that out since we arrived." Buzz answered.

"We'll find a way," Woody said in a determined voice. "I just hope we can get there before she knows we're gone."

"Yeah, I'd hate to see her face if she thought we got lost," Slinky said dismally.

"Me too." Trixie agreed. "It would be terrible for the poor dear. She would be heartbroken."

"Let's just try not to think that way," Buzz said.

"Buzz is right." Mitsy said.

"Here we are, everyone," Jack said. They were standing near a big pile of crates and a large table with straps for a door.

"What is it?" Trixie asked.

"A conveyer belt," Jack answered. They all climbed the crates and helped each other up, then followed Jack inside through the still conveyer belt. Buzz's glow served as a light so they could see where they were going through the dark, square tunnel. Jessie stayed as near to him as possible. They came through more flaps which opened out into a huge, open room. There were tons of metal tables. Between them and the toys was an elevated gap, waiting to be filled with a large crate or box. Jack knew what this spot was, the hole was what his gang called "The Brick", a place of execution for rebel gang members and or helpless prisoner toys.

Ahead, they could see large garage doors! They were near the exit! And they didn't see any guards. "Yes! We made it!" Slinky barked happily.

"Yeehaw!" Jessie slapped her knee and hugged Buzz who happily returned her embrace. They were both soo relieved. "Hang on, Bonnie. Here we come."

"Let's go for it, gang!" Woody cheered.

"It's all clear! Okay, everyone. Forward!" Jack declared. Slinky sprang himself across the opening. Rex, Trixie, Potato Head, and then Jessie climbed over by his spring. Then they helped him up. Jack said he was going to carry Mitsy, Buzz, and Woody over in a single bound.

"Hurry up, you slowpokes," Jessie scolded. "We ain't got all night."

"We're cumin'." Woody answered, his spirits soaring that they were almost out of here!

"Come on, guys. Just a little farther and we're out of this place!" Jack said excitedly. They were running to hop on his back when a sudden impact stopped them in their tracks, landing in front of them, and pushed Jack off the counter.

"Watch it!" Woody called urgently.

"Mitsy! Jack! Look out!" Buzz cried out in an alarming voice.

Mitsy turned to look at him confused. "What?" Then she looked up. "Aaaahhh!" Mitsy screamed in absolute terror. Towering over her, was Spike!

TO BE CONTINUED...

Okay, so I'm leaving you guys hanging in the air, wondering what's going to happen next! Mean of me, I know. I hope you liked this story. What do you think is going to happen? How did Spike know where they were? Will they make it out alive? Is Jack really going to help them, or is he another Prince Hans of the Southern Isles? You'll have to read PART II to find out! If you want me to put Part II up soon, please leave a review.