A/N: Howdy! I don't own Toy Story *sniff*.

That's slowly becoming my greeting for stories.

So the other day we were in class, talking about losing our voices. I've done that before, and it's really annoying, because you strain to get your voice out and nothing happens. And I thought – what if it happened to one of the toys?

I re-thought that again, after remembering stealing my brother's Woody and Buzz toys when I was a kid. I remember constantly opening and closing Buzz's helmet (it does that whoosh thing), and pulling on Woody's pullstring.

Can somebody please tell me something? I say Jessie and Woody have batteries in this because it suits the story, but… well, do pullstring toys really run on batteries?

Chapter One: The Wish

Woody had been driving himself up the wall lately, trying to keep Bullseye entertained, Jessie from bugging people, and Buzz from freaking out. It was still something new to Woody, because nobody was used to Buzz freaking out. In fact, the only one who actually had seen Buzz freaking out was Woody, and that was when they were in Sid's house. The truth of the matter was that when Buzz began freaking out, he had trouble stopping. Woody's current theory was that Buzz just panicked and began doing his own version of a headless chicken impersonation. But the truth of the matter was that Buzz wasn't used to being sent into a wild panic by a girl.

But seeing how Woody was using up so much of the impossibly astronomical amount of energy the Round-up toys had, Buzz took it upon himself to somehow make Woody calm down and stop worrying for a while. So he decided to search up in the attic.

Ugh. Barely anything was visible in the attic, and there was too much dust. Buzz flipped his helmet up so he could at least walk around without sneezing. Though his armour was glow-in-the-dark, it was still very difficult to see, especially as his own reflection constantly got in the way. He pressed the red button on his right arm that fired his "lazer" – a red LED light.

Buzz felt like he was searching for hours, although it was probably more like thirty-odd minutes. But finally, he found the box that just might possibly be the one he was looking for. He opened the box and looked inside, then left the attic and went to find Woody.

It wasn't hard: the cowboy was standing on the desk, yelling at a very bored-looking Jessie.

"– get that you haven't had an owner since –" Woody deliberately seemed to avoid saying whatever the next word would be; Buzz wondered why. "– but it's no excuse to –"

"It's not about that!" Jessie bellowed. "Why can't ya figure that out, Woody?"

"Well then, why do you keep acting up?" Woody demanded in a clearly forced calm voice. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong, Jessie, instead of saying that I don't understand you?"

"Oh, FORGET IT!" Jessie yelled. She stomped on Woody's foot and stormed away.

"Oh yeah?" Woody snapped back. "Well, good riddance, ya loony!"

"I hope that won't become your catchphrase," Buzz chuckled. "I seem to recall you saying the exact same thing to me once, Woody."

"I had a good reason to," Woody shrugged.

"Okay, I'll admit to that," Buzz laughed. "I was pretty crazy then. But what did she do, Woody?"

"She has a name," Jessie snapped from the other side of the room.

"She –" Woody spat the word out with a lot of venom, straight in Jessie's direction. "– has been driving me crazy ever since we brought her here. She should be grateful, and instead she insists on being an outright pain in the a–"

"OH YEAH?" Jessie yelled. "AN' WHO'S BEEN THE ONE WHO KEEPS HELPIN' YA, WITHOUT EVEN ANY THANKS, YOU UNGRATEFUL SON O' A B–"

Rex heard footsteps on the stairs.

"Someone's coming!" he cried.

Everybody froze immediately where they were. Andy walked into the room in his pyjamas and looked around.

"Huh," he muttered. "I could've sworn I heard… oh well." He shrugged and packed away a few of his toys, leaving out Buzz, Jessie, Bullseye and Woody. He lay down on his bed and hugged them tight, and fell asleep.

Jessie turned angrily away from Woody and fell asleep easily. Bullseye was next. After a while, the cowboy and the space ranger got up and moved over to sit by the window.

"She really hacks me off sometimes," Woody said. "Buzz, I mean it. If you'd just ask her or somethin', you could keep her under control."

"Since when does the older brother want his sister dating?" Buzz teased. "Besides, I can't talk to Jessie. You know that, Woody."

"Well, it is true you take about half an hour to finish a sentence around her," Woody chuckled softly.

Right then, there was a burst of white light, and the most amazing thing happened. It was just about the most beautiful thing you ever saw – like a million star piled into one, streaming across the sky slowly.

"Shootin' star," Woody laughed. "Wadda you wish for, Buzz?"

"I wish I could speak to Jessie comfortably," Buzz said. "I wish I could be with her. I wish Jessie and I could always be together."

"I wish she'd shut up," Woody said flatly.

And then, just like that, the star was gone.