(running frantically, bends over panting) Hi, guys! Sorry I've been away for so long! I've been distracted by studying stuff and watching Princess Tutu and YouTube stuff! But I'm back!

This last chapter isn't the best one of the story, (though I guess it doesn't have to be) but it'll be a pretty good ending. This was the point at which I was stumped for an ending and couldn't come up with anything better, so I hope you'll bear with me for this.

By the way, after this is over, I'll be uploading my first Meet The Robinsons story and a Despicable Me one-shot! Boo-yah!

"And so all the Ghostbusters died. Apparently, crossing the streams is very bad." -TV reporter, How Ghostbusters Should Have Ended

Chapter 9: The Doctor Is Out
Dolly and Grace jumped a bit when they heard the knock at the window, but sighed with immense relief when they saw Woody.

"Thank goodness," said Dolly when they let him in, "We were afraid it might have been Scratch!"

"We don't have to worry about him anymore, Dolly," he said, "Frankie killed him." The two lady dolls gasped.

"Is she all right?" Dolly asked.

"She's fine," he nodded, "Her paw's hurt, but the Toyman fixed her up."

"Are youall right?" Grace asked anxiously as she touched his arm, "I saw that awful black cat get a hold of you and I was so afraid I…uh, that is…" She blushed and backed off shyly. "I was afraid he hurt you." Woody held one of her hands and she looked up in surprise. He was smiling.

"I do appreciate that, ma'am," he said kindly, "I'm just fine, and so is Jessie."

"Hey, Toto?" Dolly said, "Could you help me with something down there?" Totoro made one of his growling sounds; Grace blushed. Dolly glanced at her.

"Yes I am, Toto," she said with gritted teeth, "Now come on!" She grabbed one of his paws and dragged him away with him softly growling his objections, leaving Woody and Grace by the window.

"What was that about?" Woody wondered out loud. Grace just looked out the window, too embarrassed to answer his question. "Anyway, uh…Grace, could I talk to you?"

"Of course," she bowed politely and allowed him to help her kneel down, even though she didn't need it. He sat across from her so they faced each other. He was glad he had; now he could see the way the moon gently draped its light over her dark hair and her smooth face.

Another of Bonnie's new songs came lilting from the boombox: "Kimi wo Nosete" from "Castle in the Sky."

"Ah," Woody smiled, "So that's it." Grace looked mortified and uncomfortable as she stared sideways out the window. Woody tried to think of something to say.

"She was very beautiful, wasn't she?" she finally murmured, "This first love of yours." Woody looked a little sad.

"She was," he said, "I loved her very much and I missed her for a long time, but…then I met you. (She looked surprised at him.) I don't feel lonely when I'm with you, Grace. I feel better about things. You make me feel…calm. I can't explain it very well. I'm a little out of practice." He looked in her eyes. "But I'd sure like to try again, Miss Grace."

Her face softened as she realized what he was saying.

"I've never had a first love," she said, "and until I met you, I never wanted one. I want to be around you all the time. You make me feel safe…special. How do kids say it? I like you." Woody smiled.

"I like you, too," he said and stood up with his hand out, "Would you like to dance?" Grace's eyes sparkled and she smiled back as she accepted.

"I'd love to." Woody made sure to dance gently with her and he let her teach him the Japanese style.

"Can you see them?" Jessie asked Eli, who was looking through a telescope.

"Yes, I can," he smiled mischievously.

"Are they dancing?" she bounced.

"Slow dancing," he winked.

"Yee-ha!"she slapped her knee, "I knew it! Can I see?"

"All right, but be careful," he said as he sat her on his shoulder and held up the telescope for her.

"They look so happy," she said adoringly, "Do you think they will be?"

"I believe they will be, my dear," he answered wisely, "I very much believe they will." Jessie nodded happily and confidently; not only had the Toyman rendered his verdict, but she could see it in their faces as they danced together.

This was love in the making.

Bonnie was overjoyed when the Toyman presented her with Jessie the next morning.

"She's as good as new!" she exclaimed as she hugged her, "Thank you, Dr. Eli!" She hugged him and ran upstairs to reunite the yodeling cowgirl with her family.

"I heard caterwauling last night, Mrs. Anderson," he said confidentially to Bonnie's mom, "I don't think you'll have to worry about Scratch any longer."

"What happened?" she asked.

"A gray cat came into my wagon limping on three paws with blood on her fur that wasn't her own," he explained, "She killed him."

"That's Frankie, our neighbor's cat!" she gasped, "Is she all right?"

"I fixed her up," he nodded, "She'll be okay."

"I can't thank you enough, Dr. Grey," Mom said, "Bonnie was worried sick. She loves her toys very much."

"Indeed," he smiled, "She's a good girl, Mrs. Anderson. Her toys love her, too. I can tell."

"How?" she asked.

"By the way Bonnie cares for them and treats them," he answered, "You can always tell how happy a toy is by the way it's treated by its owner. And Bonnie's toys are very happy with her. You should be proud of her."

"I am," she said, "Thank you, Doctor."

A few minutes later she stood with Bonnie on the front porch and waved goodbye to Dr. Eli. In Bonnie's room, her toys were gathered at the window, also waving. Frankie was sitting on the porch steps with her sister Cream and her kittens. The Toyman waved to all of them as he drove his humble wagon up the street the same way he had come.

"I wonder if we'll ever see him again," said Jessie.

"I'm sure we will," said Buzz, "Right, Woody?"

"Maybe," said Woody, "Like Fisher said, you can't summon him. He'll go where he's needed, whether it's here or somewhere far away. Maybe we'll see him again, maybe not. But the important thing is that we've seen him. We've spoken to him." He put his arm around Grace. "And he's helped us in ways we didn't even expect."

"And for that," Grace smiled, "we shall always be grateful." Dolly added a final comment as the wagon rounded a right corner.

"No wonder they call him The Toyman."

THE END

Author's Review:
YAY, HAPPY ENDING! Okay, I need some opinions on something: I'm thinking of doing a few different stories of different dolls that Woody falls in love with. It'd be kind of like "Kimi Kiss," only without the hormones. Like, one would be a snobby ballerina, another would be a troubled tomboy, and stuff like that. It's on the mental shelf for now, 'cause I've got other stuff lined up here, but just let me know if it would sound good for me to do eventually. And please leave the usual stuff—questions, comments, etc.

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