A/N: I finally saw the Toy Story 3 trailer! Looks good. I couldn't help writing this little, feel-good drabble as a follow-up to the trailer. This is how I feel about all my childhood toys. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Toy Story.

We'll Always Have Andy

"What are you going to do with these toys? Should we donate 'em to Sunnyside?"

"Mom, no one's gonna want those old toys."

"Fine. You have 'til Friday. Anything that's not packed for college or in the attic gets thrown out."

"Whatever you say, Mom."

Once they were sure the family had left the house for the time being, the toys slowly (and with difficulty) extricated themselves from the toy box and drifted gloomily around the room.

"I can't believe Andy's going off to college already," Hamm said sadly. "Seems like yesterday he was just a little kid."

"And we were his best friends," Buzz added glumly, surveying the bedroom from his perch atop the desk. Jessie, sitting at his feet with her legs hanging over the edge, nodded in sad agreement.

"Now we never have any fun," Rex sniffled.

"Cheer up, guys," Woody protested, climbing up near the window. "No matter what happens, he's never going to forget us."

"You say that, but you haven't had any experience with it. I have," Jessie said.

Woody smiled, crouching next to the cowgirl and flipping her braid playfully, a habit he'd adopted when his friend needed to be cheered up. Usually, it made her smile, but today all she could manage was a grimace.

"Hey. We knew something like this would happen eventually. But isn't it great to know we had all those years? I think the fact that Andy kept us and still takes us out sometimes means we had an effect on him. We're his childhood playmates, and part of him will always remember those good times. I know I will."

"Me too," Bo admitted softly. For once, her sheep were clustered obediently around her skirts.

"Me three," Slinky Dog wagged his rear end.

"Count me in," Mr. Potato Head chimed in.

The others couldn't help but agree. Although their primary instinct was to panic as this major change took place--as it became clear they could not reside in Andy's home forever--they knew they could count on each other and accept the fact that what was happening was a natural part of children growing up.

They'd had so many adventures already; made unforgettable memories that no one could take away. This transition was far from the end. They all knew that where there are children, there are toys, and opportunities to be played with.

Woody slung an arm around Jessie and gave her shoulders a comforting squeeze. This time, the resulting smile was genuine.