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Buzz Lightyear mission log.

All signs point to this planet as the location of Zurg's fortress,

but there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere.

Come to me, my prey.

To infinity and beyond!

So, we meet again, Buzz Lightyear, for the last time.

Not today, Zurg!

-No, no, no, no. -Oh, you almost had him.

-I'm never gonna defeat Zurg! -Sure, you will, Rex.

In fact, you're a better Buzz than I am.

But look at my little arms!

I can't press the "fire" button and jump at the same time!

Where is it? Where is it?

Woody?

Hang on, cowboy!

-Woody, are you all right? -Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine, Buzz. Okay. Here's your list of things to do while I'm gone.

Batteries need to be changed.

Toys in the bottom of the chest need to be rotated.

Oh, and make sure everyone attends Mr. Spell's seminar

on what to do if you or a part of you is swallowed.

Okay? Okay. Good. Okay.

Woody, you haven't found your hat yet, have you?

No! And Andy's leaving for cowboy camp any minute,

and I can't find it anywhere!

Don't worry, Woody. In just a few hours,

you'll be sitting around a campfire with Andy making delicious, hot "sch'moes."

-They're called s'mores, Buzz. -Right. Right. Of course.

Has anyone found Woody's hat yet?

Keep looking, men. Dig deeper! Negatory. Still searching.

The lawn gnome next door says it's not in the yard, but he'll keep lookin'.

It's not in Molly's room. We've looked everywhere.

-I found it. -You found my hat?

Your hat? No. The missus lost her earring.

-Oh, my little sweet potato! -Oh, you found it!

Oh, it's so nice

to have a big, strong spud around the house.

Oh, great. That's just great.

This'll be the first year I miss cowboy camp, all because of my stupid hat!

-Woody, look under your boot. -Don't be silly.

-My hat is not under my boot. -Would you just look?

No hat. Just the word "Andy."

And the boy who wrote that

would take you to camp with or without your hat.

I'm sorry, Bo.

It's just that I've been lookin' forward to this all year.

It's my one time with just me and Andy.

You're cute when you care.

-Bo, not in front of Buzz. -Let him look.

Miss Peep, your sheep!

This is Al from Al's Toy Barn,

-and I'm sittin' on good deals. -Whoa!

I think I'm feeling a deal hatching right now.

Whoa! Let's see what we got. We got boats for a buck, Beanies for a buck...

-Turn it off! Someone's gonna hear! -Which one is off?

Buck, buck, buck! And that's cheap, cheap, cheap!

So hurry on down...

For cryin' out loud, it's this one.

-I despise that chicken. -Fellas! Fellas!

Okay, I got some good news, and I got some bad news.

What news?

The good news is I found your hat, Woody.

My hat! Slink, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

-Where'd you find it? -Well, that's the bad news.

Oh, it's Buster!

Canine alert! Man your battle stations!

Let's move, move, move!

Woody! Hide! Quick!

Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay! You found me!

Buster, all right. Hey, how did he do, Hamm?

-Looks like a new record. -Okay, boy. Sit.

Reach for the sky.

Gotcha!

Great job, boy.

Who's gonna miss me while I'm gone, huh?

Who's gonna miss me?

Who's gonna miss me?

Andy, you got all your stuff?

Have a good weekend, everybody. I'll see you Sunday night.

It's in my room.

Stick 'em up.

I guess we'll work on that later.

Hey, Woody. Ready to go to cowboy camp?

Andy, honey, come on. Five minutes, and we're leavin'.

Five minutes.

Help, help! Somebody help me!

Let her go, evil Dr Pork Chop!

Never!

You must choose, Sheriff Woody. How shall she die?

Shark, or death by monkeys?

Choose!

I choose Buzz Lightyear!

What? That's not a choice!

To infinity and beyond!

-I'll save you, Miss Peep. -My hero.

-Thanks, Buzz. -No problem, buddy.

You should never tangle with the unstoppable duo

of Woody and Buzz Lightyear!

Oh, no.

Andy, let's go! Molly's already in her car seat.

-But, Mom, Woody's arm ripped. -Oh, no.

-Maybe we can fix him on the way. -No, just leave him.

I'm sorry, honey, but you know toys don't last forever.

-What happened? -Woody's been shelved.

Andy!

-Woody? -Woody? Honey, are you okay?

Yee-haw! Ride 'em, cowboy!

He's back? Hey, everybody! Andy's back!

He's back early from cowboy camp!

Places, everybody! Andy's coming!

Yeah!

Hey, Woody! Did you miss me?

Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap. Ride 'em, cowboy!

I forgot. You're broken.

I don't wanna play with you any more.

No, Andy! No. No, Andy! No!

Andy. Andy.

Bye, Woody.

No! No! Andy!

Wheezy, is that you?

-Hey, Woody. -What are you doing up here?

I thought Mom took you to get your squeaker fixed months ago.

-Andy was so upset. -Nah.

She just told him that to calm him down

and then put me on the shelf.

-Why didn't you yell for help? -Well, I tried squeakin'.

But I'm still broken. No one could hear me.

Besides, the dust aggravates my condition.

What's the point in prolonging the inevitable?

We're all just one stitch away from here to there.

Yard sale? Yard sale!

Yard sale! Guys, wake up, wake up! There's a yard sale outside!

-Yard sale? -Sarge, emergency roll call!

Sir, yes, sir! Red alert!

All civilians fall in position now! Single file! Let's move, move, move!

-Hamm? -Here.

-Potato Head, Mr. and Mrs.? -Here.

Troikas. Check, check, check, check, check.

I hate yard sales!

Someone's coming!

Okay. Let's see what's up here.

Bye, Woody.

Wheezy! Think, think, Woody. Think, think, think.

Hey. Here, boy. Here, Buster!

Up here! No, no, no, no, no, no!

Okay, boy. To the yard sale!

What's goin' on? He's nuts.

His arm ain't that bad.

Don't do it, Woody! We love you!

Careful on the steps, now.

Okay, boy. Let's go. And keep it casual.

Not that casual.

Piggy bank coming through, coming through.

-Is he out there? -There he is.

He's getting in the box!

He's sellin' himself for 25 cents!

Woody, you're worth more than that.

Hold on. Hold on. He's got something.

-It's Wheezy! -Wheezy?

Hey, it's not suicide. It's a rescue.

Good boy, Buster. Hold still. There. There you go, pal.

-Bless you, Woody. -All right, now.

Back to Andy's room.

Way to go, cowboy.

-Golly bob howdy! -Woody, I'm slipping!

Mommy... Mommy, look! Look at this!

-Mommy, look! It's a cowboy dolly! -Hey, that's not her toy!

What's that little gal think she's doin'?

Mommy, Mommy, can we get it? Please? Mommy, please?

Oh, honey. You don't want that toy. It's broken.

There's a snake in my boot.

Original hand-painted face. Natural-dyed, blanket-stitched vest!

Little rip. Fixable. Oh, if only you had your hand-stitched, polyvinyl...

A hat! I found him! I found him! I found him!

Buster! Quiet down!

-Excuse me. Can I help you? -Yes.

You can help take his paws off my pal.

I'll give you 50 cents for all this junk.

-Oh, now, how did this get down here? -Hand her the sheriff.

Nice and easy.

-$5. -I'm sorry. It's an old family toy.

Nowjust walk away.

-Wait. -The other way.

-I'll give you 50 bucks for it. -50 bucks ain't bad.

-It's not for sale. -Everything's for sale.

-Or trade. You like my watch? -Sorry.

-He's safe. Way to go Andy's mom! -She showed him!

Molly, don't touch that, sweetie.

Yeah. Go home, Mr. Fancy Car.

-Hold on. -What's up?

What is it, Buzz?

What's happening?

What's he doing?

I can't watch! Can someone cover my eyes?

-He's stealin' Woody! -What? He can't take Woody.

It's illegal.

-Where's he going? -Do something.

Buzz!

Get him, Buzz.

Where's the red jacket?

Why would someone steal Woody?

All right. Let's review this one more time.

At precisely 8:32-ish,

Exhibit A, Woody, was kidnapped.

Exhibit B, a composite sketch of the kidnapper.

-He didn't have a beard like that. -Fine. Etch, give him a shave.

The kidnapper was bigger than that.

-Oh, picky, picky, picky. -Let's just go straight to Exhibit F.

The kidnapper's vehicle.

Now, the vehicle fled the scene in this direction.

Your eyes are in backwards. It went the other way.

Hey. Put a cork in it.

-How do you spell FBI? -My crime scene!

Oh, why don't you watch where you're going, Godspilla?

-I didn't know there was a crime scene. -Excuse me. Excuse me.

A little quiet, please. Thank you.

Lazy toy brain.

-Lousy try, Brian. -What are you doing, Buzz?

It's some sort of message encoded on that vehicle's I.D. tag.

-Liz try bran. -It's just a licence plate.

-It's just a jumble of letters. -Yeah, and there are about

3.5 million registered cars in the tri-county area alone.

Lou's thigh burn.

Oh, this can't help. Let's leave Buzz to play with his toys.

Toy. Toy. Toy. Hold on!

-Al's Toy Barn. -Al's Toy Barn!

Etch, draw that man in a chicken suit.

It's the chicken man!

That's our guy.

I knew there was something I didn't like about that chicken.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll be right there.

And we're gonna do this commercial in one take, do you hear me,

because I am in the middle of something really important.

You, my little cowboy friend,

are gonna make me big buck, buck, bucks.

Andy!

I can't believe I have to drive all the way to work on a Saturday.

All the way to work!

What? Whoa!

Hey! Stop! Horsey, stop! Stop! Sit, boy!

Stop it! Sit, I said!

Whoa! Whoa.

Yee-haw!

It's you! It's you! It's you! It's you! It's you!

-It's really you! -What's me?

There's a snake in my boot.

-It is you! -Please stop saying that.

Prospector said someday you'd come.

Sweet mother ofAbraham Lincoln!

The Prospector! He'll wanna meet ya!

Say "hello" to the Prospector!

-It... It's a box. -He's mint in the box.

Never been opened.

Turn me around, Bullseye, so I can see.

Why, the prodigal son has returned.

Yee-haw!

It's you! It's you!

You're here! It's you! It's you! It's you!

Okay. I'm officially freaked-out now.

Oh, we've waited countless years for this day.

-It's good to see you, Woody. -Listen. I don't know...

-Hey, how do you know my name? -Everyone knows your name, Wood-y.

Why, you don't know who you are, do you? Bullseye?

That's me.

Wow.

Holy cow.

Cowboy Crunchies,

the cereal that's sugar-frosted and dipped in chocolate,

proudly presents...

Woody's Roundup Come on, it's time to play

There's Jessie the yodelling cowgirl

Look it! That's me!

-Bullseye, he's Woody's horse -He's a smart one

Pete the old Prospector

Has anyone seen my pick?

And the man himself Of course, it's time for Sheriff Woody

He's the very best

He's the rootin'-est tootin'-est cowboy

In the wiId, wiId west

Woody's Roundup

I can't find it! It doesn't seem to be on any of these stations.

-Keep looking. -You're going too slow.

Let me take the wheel.

It's too fast.

-How can you even tell what's on? -I can tell.

Stop! Back, back, back!

Too late. I'm in the 40s. Got to go 'round the horn. It's faster.

-Back, back! Stop! -And look for the giant chicken!

Now, Etch!

That's where I need to go.

You can't go, Buzz. You'll never make it there.

Woody once risked his life to save me.

I couldn't call myself his friend if I weren't willing to do the same.

So who's with me?

I'm packing you an extra pair of shoes and your angry eyes just in case.

This is for Woody when you find him.

All right,

but I don't think it'll mean the same coming from me.

Mr. Buzz Lightyear, you just gotta save my pal Woody.

I'll do my best, son.

Okay, fellas. Let's roll.

Geronimo!

You'd think with all my video game experience,

I'd be feeling more prepared.

The idea is to let go.

We'll be back before Andy gets home.

Don't talk to any toy you don't know!

To Al's Toy Barn and beyond!

They don't call this

the old abandoned mine for nothin', Prospector.

l reckon we oughta get outta here.

Where's my gold? Hold on. l'll light me a candle.

This sure is a fast-burnin' wick.

Blast us to smithereens! That there's dynamite!

-Holy tarnation. -l'll call for help.

Hey, critters, go get Sheriff Woody. Now scurry!

Good job, Bullseye.

l reckon the new schoolhouse is finally done.

What's that?

Jessie and Prospector are trapped in the oId abandoned mine,

and Prospectorjust lit a stick of dynamite thinkin' it was a candle,

and now they're about to be blown to smithereens?

Ride like the wind, Bullseye!

You're fannin' the flames, Jessie! lt takes brains to put out that fire.

My biscuits are burnin'!

Will Woody and Bullseye land to safety?

Can they reach Jessie and Stinky Pete in time?

Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion, "Woody's Finest Hour."

All right! All right! Next tape!

Hey, wait. What happened? What happens next?

-Come on! Let's see the next episode! -That's it.

-What? -The show was cancelled after that.

Wait. What about the gold mine and the cute little critters and the dynamite?

That was a great show! I mean, why cancel it?

Two words, Sput-nik.

Once the astronauts went up, children only wanted to play with space toys.

I know how that feels. But, still, my own show.

-I mean, look at all this stuff! -Didn't you know?

Why, you're valuable property?!

I wish the guys could see this. Hey-howdy-hey. That's me.

I'm on a yo-yo.

Oh, hey. Nice teeth. And yet still a good-lookin' guy.

Oh, it's a bank! Cool.

What do you do? You push the hat, and out...

Oh, out come bubbles. Clever.

Oh, wow. Hey, what's this thing do?

I get it.

"There's a snake in my boot."

Oh, hey, Bullseye. Go long! Go long!

A record player!

I haven't seen one of these in ages.

Okay, now. Slow.

Oh, that's funny, Bullseye.

Hop on, cowgirl! Think fast!

Not bad.

lt's time forWoody's Roundup

He's the very best

He's the rootin'-est tootin'-est cowboy...

Look at us! We're a complete set!

-Now it's on to the museum. -Museum?

-What museum? -THE museum.

We're being sold to the Konishi Toy Museum in Tokyo.

-That's in Japan! -Japan?

No, no, no, no, no. I can't go to Japan.

What do you mean?

I got to get back home to my owner, Andy. Hey, look, look. See?

-He still has an owner. -Oh, my goodness.

No. Can't go.

I can't do storage again. I just can't!

-Jessie. Jessie. -I won't go back in the dark!

What's the matter? What's wrong with her?

Well, we've been in storage for a long time

waiting for you.

-Why me? -The museum's

only interested in the collection if you're in it, Woody.

Without you, we go back into storage.

-It's that simple. -It's not fair!

How can you do this to us?

Hey, look. I'm sorry, but this is all a big mistake.

-You see, I was in this yard sale... -Yard sale?

Why were you in a yard sale if you have an owner?

Well, I wasn't supposed to be there. I was trying to save another toy when...

Was it because you're damaged? Did this Andy break you?

Yeah, but... No, no, no, no, no! It was... It was an accident.

-I mean... -Sounds like he really loves you.

It's not like that, okay? And I'm not going to any museum!

Well, I'm not going back into storage!

Al's coming!

Go! Go on, Jessie.

Jessie, look at me.

I promise you'll come out of the box. Now go! Go!

It's show time!

Oh, money, baby. Money, money, money.

And now

the main attraction.

No! His arm! Where's his arm?

No. No, no, no, no!

What am I gonna do? I know. I know.

Come on! Come on! Come on! Pick up the phone!

-Hello? -It's me. It's Al.

I got an emergency.

-l'm busy. -Yes, we're all busy.

Look. It has to be tonight.

All right. All right. But first thing in the morning.

It's gone! I can't believe it!

-My arm is completely gone! -All right. Come here. Let me see that.

Oh, it's just a popped seam,

easily repaired.

-You should consider yourself lucky. -Lucky?

Are you shrink-wrapped? I am missing my arm!

Big deal.

Let him go. I'm sure his precious Andy

is dying to play with a one-armed cowboy doll.

Why, Jessie, you know he wouldn't last an hour on the streets in his condition.

It's a dangerous world out there for a toy.

All right. Nobody look till I get my cork back in.

Good work, men. Two blocks down and only 1 9 more to go.

-What? -Nineteen?

Are we gonna do this all night? My parts are killing me.

Come on, fellas.

Did Woody give up when Sid had me strapped to a rocket?

-No. -No.

And did he give up when you threw him out of the back of that moving van?

-Oh, you had to bring that up. -No, he didn't!

We have a friend in need, and we will not rest until he's safe in Andy's room!

Now let's move out!

And that concludes our broadcast day.

Bullseye. Bullseye, go, go, go, go.

Come on. You don't wanna help me. I'm the bad guy.

You're gonna go back in storage because of me, remember? Just go.

Bullseye... All right. All right.

But you have got to keep quiet. Come on.

Over here. Attaboy.

Okay, Bullseye. Upsy-daisy.

Bullseye. Cut it out.

Stop it. Stop it, Bullseye. Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it.

Woody's Roundup Come on, it's time to play

No, Officer! I swear. What?

Get in there. There you go. Cheap case.

Where is the remote?

Where is the remote?

Why don't I put it in the same place every... Oh, here it is.

What is your problem? Look, I'm sorry I can't help you guys out.

Really, I am. But you didn't have to go and pull a stunt like that.

What? You think I did that?

Oh, right, right. The TVjust happened to turn on,

and the remote magically ended up in front of you!

-You calling me a liar? -Well, if the boot fits...

Say that again.

If the boot fits.

Okay, cowboy.

How do you like that? Take it back! Take it back!

Don't think just 'cause you're a girl, I'm gonna take it easy on you.

Jessie, Woody, you stop this at once.

I don't know how that television turned on,

but fighting about it isn't helping anything.

-If I had both my arms... -The fact is, you don't, Woody,

so I suggest you just wait until morning.

-The cleaner will come, fix your arm... -And then I'm outta here!

Oh, no, no. Bullseye, don't take it that way.

-It's just that Andy... -Andy, Andy, Andy.

That's all he ever talks about.

Hey, Buzz, can we slow down?

May I remind you that some of us are carrying over $6 in change?

Losing health units. Must rest.

Is everyone present and accounted for?

Not quite everyone.

-Who's behind? -Mine.

Hey, guys. Why do the toys cross the road?

-Not now, Hamm. -Oh, I love riddles. Why?

To get to the chicken on the other side!

The chicken!

-Oh, well. We tried. -We'll have to cross.

What the...

You're not turning me into a mashed potato.

I may not be a smart dog, but I know what roadkill is.

There must be a safe way.

Okay. Here's our chance. Ready. Set. Go.

Drop!

Go!

Drop! I said "drop"!

Go!

Drop.

Go.

That went well.

Good job, troops. We're that much closer to Woody.

Oh, thank goodness you're here.

Is the specimen ready for cleaning?

So, how long is this gonna take?

You can't rush art.

Oh, no. It's closed.

We're not preschool toys, Slinky. We can read.

Hey, Joe, you're late.

We've got a ton of toys to unload.

All right. All right. I'm comin'. I'm comin'.

All right. Let's go.

But the sign says it's closed.

No, no, no, no. All together. Now!

Whoa, Nelly! How are we going to find Woody in this place?

Look for Al. We find Al, we find Woody. Now move out!

-Woody? -Woody.

There you go.

He's for display only.

You handle him too much, he's not gonna last.

It's amazing. You're a genius. He's just like new.

It's amazing. You're a genius. He's just like new.

Wow.

I could use one of those.

You know, they make it so you can't defeat Zurg unless you buy this book.

It's extortion. That's what it is.

Hey, I always thought the golden sector was the only...

I thought we could search in style.

Nice going there, Hamm. So how about letting a toy with fingers drive?

Am I really that fat?

-What are you doing? -You're in direct violation

of Code 6404.5,

stating all Space Rangers are to be in hyper-sleep

until awakened by authorised personnel.

Oh, no.

You're breakin' ranks, Ranger.

Buzz Lightyear to Star Command.

-I've got an AWOL Space Ranger. -Tell me I wasn't this deluded.

No back talk! I have a laser, and I will use it.

Mean the laser that's a light bulb?

Has your mind been melded? You could've killed me, Space Ranger.

Or should I say "traitor"?

-I don't have time for this. -Halt!

I order you to halt!

Listen to me. Listen. Wait.

-We've been down this aisle already. -We've never been down this aisle.

-It's pink. -Face it. We're lost.

Back it up. Back it up.

What a great party?!

How low can you go? How low can you go?

Excuse me, ladies.

Does anyone know where we might find the Al ofAl's Toy Barn?

I can help.

I'm Tour Guide Barbie.

Please keep your hands, arms and accessories inside the car,

and no flash photography.

-Thank you. -I'm a married spud.

-I'm a married spud. -Then make room for the single fellas.

To our right is the Hot Wheels aisle. Developed in 1 967,

the original series had 1 6 cars, including the Corvette.

I beg your pardon, ma'am, but where's Al's office?

Please hold all questions until the end of the tour. Thank you.

It says how you defeat Zurg! Look!

-Excuse me, sir. -Get this outta here, geekosaur.

-Look out! -Stop, stop, stop!

Turn into the spin, Barbie!

My source of power!

No! Come back! Hey!

Wait up! Hey! Come on! Slow down!

Dinosaur overboard! Slow down!

Remain seated, please.

Listen to me. Listen to me. You're not really a Space Ranger.

You're a toy. We're all toys. Do you hear me?

Well, that should hold you till the court martial.

Let me go! You don't realise what you're doing!

And this is the Buzz Lightyear aisle.

In 1 995, shortsighted retailers did not order enough dolls to meet demand.

-Hey, Buzz! -Halt! Who goes there?

Quit clownin' around and get in the car!

Buzz, Buzz, I know how to defeat Zurg!

-You do? -Come on. I'll tell you on the way.

No, no, guys! You've got the wrong Buzz! You've got the wrong Buzz!

Say, where'd you get the cool belt, Buzz?

Well, slotted pig, they're standard issue.

No!

It's like printing my own money.

Yeah? What?

Mr. Konishi. Yes, I have the pictures right here.

In fact, I'm in the car right now on my way to the office to fax them to you.

I'm going through a tunnel! I'm breakin' up!

Oh, wow! Will you look at me? It's like I'm fresh out of the box!

Look at this stitching! Andy's gonna have a hard time rippin' this! Hello!

Hi! Hello!

Great. Now you can go.

Well, what a good idea.

Woody, don't be mad at Jessie.

She's been through more than you know.

Why not make amends before you leave, huh?

It's the least you can do.

All right. But I don't know what good it'll do.

Hey. Whatcha doin' way up here?

Thought I'd get one last look at the sun before I get packed away again.

Look, Jessie. I know you hate me for leaving,

but I have to go back.

I'm still Andy's toy.

Well, if you knew him, you'd understand. Andy's a real...

Let me guess. Andy's a real special kid.

And to him, you're his buddy, his best friend.

And when Andy plays with you, it's like even though you're not moving,