"Oh! A garage sale! Sounds like fun." says a certain lanky man with a bowtie after spotting a handwritten sign stapled to a telephone pole. He walked off towards the sale, his long legs carrying him swiftly to his destination.

The man arrives at said garage sale and proceeds to look around untill his eyes light up with childish delight as he spots a cardboard box labeled "Toys, Andy", he walks over to the box and lifts the lid. Inside he sees an old Woody toy set, sans Prospector Pete, as well as a Buzz Lightyear. He smiles widely at the box and closes the lid. He picks it up and walks over to the young man attending the cashbox.

"Excuse me, sir. How much would these be worth?"

"Eh? Oh, that would be about," The man taps his chin as he does a few mental calculations," twenty dollars. . . ?"

"Oh! My name is John, John Smith." he says with a smile.

"I hope your kids enjoy those as much as I did when I was young. Especially the Woody one. If only those toys could talk, the stories they could tell." The young man says as he wanders off into his own world of nostalgia.

"Yes. . . If only they could talk." John mumbled to himself as he pulled a ten, five, and two dollar bill out of his wallet and seven quarters, dimes, buckles, and pennies out of one of his pockets.

"Sorry, I'm thirteen cents off." John said depressedly.

"It's fine man. Have a good day." Andy calls as John walks off.

John walks over to the nearest park, which just so happens to be where Sunny Side used to be, as well as where he parked his Big Blue Box. He walks into it and sets the box on the seat which once held the boxed head of a fat blue man. He closes the doers and walks back to the box and moves it to a sitting rooms deep in the T.A.R.D.I.S., three lefts, two rights, one zig-zag, another five lefts, and a quick race down an indoor Go-Kart and Miniature Golf course away from the main console. He sets the box on a coffee table and opens it up. He pulls out all of the toys one by one and lays them down carefully. Once they are all gone he looks down at them.

"It's okay. We both know your all alive so why don't we all get to know each other?"

He deceived no response. At all.

"Ah, I see your all very shy. I can see how being a living toy can do that but it's safe here. I won't try to hurt you, I just need someone to talk with. I get lonely and there's only so many conversations you can have with yourself before you lose your mind."

The toys still don't show any signs of responding, except for a few of them blinking surprisedly when John wasn't looking directly at them.

"Oh, where are my manners. My name is the Doctor."

And there was still no response.

"Alright, you have forced my hand. If you don't respond I will be forced to put you into awkward situations until you respond."

He picks up Woodie and Buzz and slowly puts their faces close together. Suddenly, to the toys astonishment, Woody flails away from the action figure.

"Alright! Alright, how did you know?"

"I'm the Doctor. I know everything."

"Alright Doctor. What are you going to do with us?"

"I have an old friend, Sarah, and she has a son. He is a very special boy, and he needs some toys. You can reveal yourself to him, he has seen far stranger that talking toys. But if you don't want to go with him I can drop you off anywhen or anywhere you like."

Woody and Buzz looked at the other toys and they gathered into a huddle. A few minutes later they break away and Woody looks up to the Doctor.

"We'll go."