I do not own the Toy Story franchise or any of the toy brands involved with it.

This is my first Toy Story fanfiction, so here's hoping it's decent.

Long Awaited Playtime

Molly Davis was sprawled on the burgundy couch that took up a chunk of space in the living room. Her legs hung over the arm and her head rested against the other, her fingers pressing buttons on the plastic remote. She flicked lazily through the channels on the television, but after ten minutes of channel surfing nothing caught her interest.

Nothing good is on. Typical. The twelve-year-old blonde sighed in annoyance and tossed the remote onto the oak coffee table in front of her. "I am so bored," she grumbled aloud.

"Why don't you go read a book?"

Molly glanced over her shoulder to see her mother standing in the entryway that divided the living room from the kitchen. Her mom wiped her hands on her apron and studied her daughter's blank expression. "What?" she asked.

"Mom, that's the worst thing you can say to a kid that is bored. The second worst thing is telling me to go outside."

Miranda Davis turned and stared at the steady drizzle of rain that pattered against the windows. "It's your lucky day. It's raining, so you don't have to worry about me kicking you out the front door."

Molly rolled her blue eyes at her mother's attempt at humour. "Funny. Andy is so lucky. He got to go on a trip for a week. I can't wait until I get to go to college."

"You know, you should enjoy your childhood while it lasts. It can be the greatest experience you'll ever have," Miranda commented before returning to her baking.

Molly rolled her eyes again, a habit she had gotten into, and got off the couch. She jogged up the stairs and paused for a moment when she reached the top. Buster was sleeping on the landing, probably too tired to make the trip down. She picked him up and managed to carry him to her room.

Dropping the heavy dog on her bed, she scanned her room in search of something to do. Her entire room was pink-the walls, her pillow, her blankets and her carpet. Andy often joked it was like walking into a giant bubble-gum bubble.

She flicked through the stacks of magazines on her desk, but she had read them all. She didn't feel like listening to music so she left the pile of shiny CDs untouched on her dresser. Finally, her gaze moved to her shelves. Once upon a time, they used to hold Barbies, second-hand Troll dolls, colouring books and marbles. But she claimed herself too old for silly playthings not too long ago and she had gotten rid of almost everything at the next yard sale her mother held.

But she admittedly had a small sense of regret every once in a while when she remembered that one specific toy, the one she loved so much, that she had sold off.

Bo Peep.

The many hours she would cradle the porcelain doll, decorate her delicate face with makeup and play games with her and her sheep were memories that stuck clear in her mind. She also recalled how Andy would often steal her and use her as the damsel in distress, in which Sheriff Woody would always rescue her.

Andy was more upset than I was when that little girl took Bo Peep away, she thought.

Molly tucked her short blonde hair away from her face and bit her lip as an idea came to her. Andy had always been able to play with her toys, but she was never allowed to play with his. And now that he was gone…

She hesitated for a moment, before walking across the hall and stood before the door marked 'Andy'. Her hand hovered over the doorknob for a moment before she twisted it and pushed the door open.

His room had changed quite a bit over the years. Rock posters covered every inch of his walls and his skateboard was propped in a corner. The bookshelves were lined with graphic novels and car magazines. It was room of a typical teenage boy.

Molly silently shut the door behind her and stared at the dusty toy chest sitting beside his bed. It was something she never quite understood. She was eager to grow up, and for the most part, didn't have any regrets giving away her old toys.

But Andy was stubborn and refused to sell his childhood playthings. Sure, he had allowed a few to be taken; his remote-control car, the toy binoculars, the squeaky penguin, a handful of army men here and there, his wrestler action figure and a few others.

But not these toys. These were the toys he argued and fought to keep.

Molly carefully raised the lid, coughing and waving the dust away from her face. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the collection of toys within.

Was she really going to play with her brother's old toys?

Why not? You're allowed to act like kid once in a while. And besides, it's about time you got a turn with Andy's beloved toys.

She got down on her knees and pulled the toys out one by one. Rex, the green dinosaur. Slinky, the springy dog. Jessie and Bullseye, Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head. The three squeaky aliens. Hamm, the piggy bank (which was unfortunately empty). Finally, she held up Buzz Lightyear and Woody.

These were the two toys she had never been allowed to touch.

She ran a hand along the leather hat that sat upon the cowboy's head. She placed them down and studied them for a moment. She could remember Andy playing with them for hours on end. Maybe she did understand why Andy refused to throw them out. Everyone holds on to piece of their childhood.

Although Andy's happened to be a whole chest.

"Well. I'm kinda out of practice. So bear with me, all right?" Molly then frowned and shook her head. "I'm talking to a group of toys. It's not like they can talk back! I must be really bored…"

She glanced around and spotted an old wooden train perched on Andy's book shelf. He had made it in woodshop and she had to admit it was pretty good. She picked it up and placed it on the hardwood floor, before picking up Jessie and putting her in the path of the train, as if she were tied down.

She then picked up Hamm and Mr. Potato Head and put them on the bed. Woody went on Bullseye, and the other toys waited patiently for their turn.

"Oh no! I'm stuck! Will someone please help a little lady like me?" Molly cried in a high-pitched voice, pretending to be Jessie.

"No one can save you now! Mwa-ha-ha-ha!" she snickered in a deep voice as Mr. Potato Head roamed onto the scene...

Role Play

"Mwa-ha-ha!" One-Eyed Bart laughed as he watched from his position on the cliff. Jessie struggled against the tight bonds, but they wouldn't give. The train roared closer and the tracks began to vibrate.

"Sheriff Woody will stop you! Then y'all will be sorry for sure!"

"That cowboy dummy will not stop me this time!"

"Are you sure?"

One-Eyed Bart whirled around in shock as Woody came galloping into view on his trusted steed, Bullseye. "You! You will not stop me this time! Prepare to meet your doom!" He whistled loudly.

Woody frowned as Slinky sprang into view, growling menacingly. "Faster Bullseye!"

The horse obeyed. Slinky barked and charged at them. When he was close enough, Bullseye jumped over the coils of spring and raced towards Jessie. Slinky growled before hurrying after them. Woody pulled out a lasso and looped it around Slinky's neck. Tying the other end around a nearby tree, Slinky yelped when he found himself trapped and struggled to free himself from the rope.

"No! Send in the attack dino!" One-Eyed Bart hollered when he saw his loyal dog was down for the count.

Woody made it beside Jessie and hurried to untie the ropes as the train neared. A roar echoed around the cliff side and the cowboy narrowed his eyes. "I think I'll need some backup."

The large green dinosaur stomped into view as Woody pulled Jessie off the tracks and to safety.

"To infinity and beyond!"

"Buzz Lightyear!" Jessie cheered as the spaceman flew into view. Rex roared and tried to bite at him, but Buzz shone the laser at the dinosaur's foot. In pain, the T-Rex stumbled backwards.

Woody faced One-Eyes Bart with a determined look on his face. "Give it up, Bart. It's all over."

"I don't think so."

A green gas surrounded them and Woody coughed, struggling to breath. "What is-what...?"

The last thing he saw was the evil Dr. Pork Chop cackling madly beside the sinister One-Eyed Bart…

End Role-Play

Molly startled as she heard her mom call her name. Hurrying over, she poked her head out the door and called back, "Be right there Mom!"

Molly paused and glanced back at the toys that were now scattered on the floor. "Wow. I forgot how much you could get into these little games." She gathered the toys up and was about to put them in the chest when she hesitated. "You know, I bet it's pretty stuffy in there."

Closing the lid, Molly put Rex on Andy's desk, the Potato Heads on the bookshelf, Slinky and Hamm on top of the toy chest, the three aliens on Andy's computer chair, Jessie and Bullseye on the dresser and with a smile, she placed Woody and Buzz on Andy's bed.

"This is ridiculous. You're not even real. But who likes to get all dirty and dusty? If I feel like it, I might clean you guys up."

As she was about to leave the room, she paused and looked back thoughtfully. "And maybe I'll finish my little story too."