A/N: There was a question posted about Trisha: Well, no she didn't directly murder Liz, but she was texting while driving, resulting in the accident that killed her :D I hope that clarifies!

Looking around Bonnie's room, Buzz came to the conclusion that he had done all right. Sure, the whole setup seemed to take forever, but every hour of hard work was entirely worth the look on Liz's face. Liz…

The Space Ranger's satisfied grin slipped into a look of thoughtfulness, as he deliberated on the comings and goings of the past month. He was extremely pleased to determine after a good week Liz had "died" that she was still in fact Liz and not some other stranger. She still acted like a twelve-year-old, even though she stubbornly insisted that she was "fourteen! Not twelve. Not eleven. Not six. Fourteen." She still acted very much human, as opposed to a ditsy teen Barbie, and even better, she finally gave into Woody's pleads to let him call her 'Liz' once again. Though, that probably had to do with the fake website Trixie generated that did indeed confirm that "Liz," was a nickname for "Trinity."

"Hey buddy. Whoa!" Woody exclaimed, his chestnut eyes dancing in wonder. "You actually did all right. I mean, considering I wasn't there to supervise." He grinned, earning himself a slug on the arm from Buzz. Everything had seemed to magically fall into place, and what was planned would make the night even more perfect. Buzz snorted. As if that was possible.

"Jessie, why won't you tell me-e-e-e?" pouted Liz, as Jessie secured the last few measurements on Liz's dress.

"Because then it wouldn't be a surpri-i-i-i-ise!" The cowgirl responded, mocking Liz's tone. Honestly, she wasn't surprised. Liz knew that it was going to be a weird night when Jessie came up to her earlier in an Elizabeth Swann-esque pirate costume and asked her what her "fa-a-a-avorite movie of a-a-a-a-wl time was" in a honey-sweet voice. To which she had answered in a fit of love for musicals:

"Chicago, why?"

Maybe that was why she was being dressed in a flapper costume. But really, Liz did have to admit that Jessie did a pretty good job throwing the whole thing together, with Dolly's help of course. She was a sew-her-own-clothes doll.

The dress was amazing: red, and extraordinarily shimmery, Plus, much to her delight, Liz even received a matching headband. With feathers! She couldn't forget about the stockings and kitten-heels either.

Jessie on the other hand, looked stunning in her own, rouge, tough, Jessie kind of way. She donned a bodice, which managed to cover up the yellow part of her blouse, and was tied together with a black leather string in the front. Dolly even managed to find scraps of suede, that Jessie wrapped around her thighs and used to tie the front of her cowhide chaps up, to create the effect that they didn't exist at all. Replacing her belt was a red sash, that matched her red tri-corn hat, and various costume rubies on her fingers and neck.

"Ready to go?" Asked Dolly, donning a slinky black dress that suspiciously brought out her curves, thought to be non-existent.

"Depends, where are we going?" Liz challenged with a grin

"Nice try," Jessie smirked, grabbing the Barbie's thin forearm, "but you'll just have to wait and see."

She soon found herself blindfolded with a piece of scrap fabric and being dragged down the hall, the two other dolls determinedly ignoring her protests and squeals of surprise every time she stumbled.

"What the-" Liz began, before the blindfold was ripped off her eyes and she was shoved into Bonnie's room.

"SURPRISE!" Screamed the residents in her general direction, hands, paws, or claws out, jazz style and wide grins donning their faces. Liz's eyes desperately wandered, looking for an answer. At last, they rested on Woody, who had a large Native-American headdress resting on his plastic curls. Okay, that didn't help.

Staring up at the ceiling, she realized it had all been strung with Christmas lights, silver streamers hanging down from the wires and just brushing the hardwood flooring. The effect was magical, as if someone had gathered up all of the stars in the sky and hung them right on the ceiling. She also realized, with guilt, that this must've taken hours of hard work for a toy, and she didn't even know what the surprise was.

"Liz," Buzz prompted after a moment of silence, "Do you have any idea of the date?"

"I know it's October." A collective groan arose from the crowd.

"It's Halloween, you blonde." Mr. Potato Head snorted from behind a Darth Vader mask, his alien children dressed as Luke Skywalker, except for the last one who was flaunting a Princess Leia slave costume.

"Oh…" She trailed off in understanding. "Oh!"

"Happy Halloween! Shouted Buzz, flourishing a cane and top hat. "Let the festivities begin!"

What a party is was! Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, including the usually sour Mr. Potato Head, who was twirling his adoptive children around in the air. Liz danced with nearly everyone, not including Jessie and Buzz, who she'd like to pretend she didn't see passionately making out under the bed. Nor did she want to know why Dolly was seductively pulling Woody under the dresser by the tassels on his rawhide vest, but she also found out with delight that the Sheriff was unusually good at the robot, despite his rag doll figure.

"And now one for you old folk," Slinky rasped, being the Deejay for that night, and winked at Woody.

"Hey! I can keep up with the young crowd!" He protested, hands perched on his hips.

"Captions are available for the hard of hearing." Slinky teased, before putting on Mr. Tambourine Man.

"Is this a slow song?" Liz asked Woody, whom she had just been dancing with.

"Depends. Do you want it to be?" He asked, a smile gracing his thin lips.

"I'd like that."

As gentlemanly as possible, Woody began to reach for Liz's waist, before withdrawing his hands and shaking his head.

"Wait, we're doing this wrong." Liz furrowed her brow.

"How so?"

"Get on," He invited, gesturing to his boots and ignoring Liz's confused stare. Slowly, she lowered he own shoes onto the top of is foot and clutched his large hands as the cowboy gently stepped back and forth.

"This is…nice," decided Liz, resting her head against Woody's chest.

"Mm," He confirmed, absentmindedly stroking her hair.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it

"Hey Woody?" Liz said, stepping off his boots.

"Yes, Liz?"

"This is nice and all," She gestured to the ceiling, "but wanna sit on the lawn with me?" The cowboy's smile relaxed a fraction.

"Let's go."

They managed to get out of the window and duck under the rose bushes with no trouble at all, and soon the sight of dewy grass and a full moon greeted the pair.

"Well lookit that…" Woody sighed, plopping himself down and laying on his back despite the dampness. "A full moon on Halloween. Funny, huh?" He turned to Liz, laying beside him, stare directed up to the heavens.

"I love you."

"Mind repeating that?"

"You heard me."

Yes indeed the sheriff heard her, but could hardly believe it himself. "I've kind of labeled you as my dad ever since you yelled at me and Buzz for coming in late to Bonnie's room. I mean, real parents care, right? And you cared, so-" She was suddenly cut off by the hug Woody gathered her in, momentarily touched by his sweetness.

"I love you too."

"Well, good." Silence overtook the night, save for the chirping crickets and occasional yelps of young trick-or-treaters.

"Wanna go in?"

"Let's stay. Just look at those stars!"

"I couldn't have put it any better myself."

They did have to climb back through that window eventually, once the music had died down and the only ones still on the dance floor was Buzz and Jessie. Liz did have to bid farewell to the stars in the end.

But it turns out; she never really did need to say goodbye. Long after everyone was asleep, Liz lay awake, missing the stars already. They were her witnesses, true conviction that her moment with Woody wasn't just a dream.

Those lights, still netted across the ceiling, still twinkling, captured Liz's mind once again, as the light flecked gold into her large emerald eyes. She wanted stars? All she had to do was just look up.

A/N: You guys have been so amazing, I can't even fathom it. And I'm so glad you all stuck around for the ride, even though this fic has been going on since September! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!

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