"'Look out Buzz!'" Andy shouted. He held up Mr. Potato Head, who had all his parts jammed in the wrong holes. "'It's the Giant Mutant Tater! He's come to squash Tokyo!'"

"'Oh what has science wrought?'"

Andy marched Potato Head towards his cardboard boxes. "'Boom boom boom! Make way! EEERRTTT! Save the children!'"

Grabbing Woody and Bullseye, he zipped them forward. "'Ride like the wind, Bullseye!'"

"'Woody, he's heading for Tokyo Tower!'"

From the bottom of the stairs, Mom's voice could suddenly be heard. "Andy, Molly, it's time for lunch!"

"Okay!" Andy dropped Bullseye on the floor, causing Woody to slide off his saddle and his hat to flop off. "See ya after lunch, Guys!"

The door swung shut, and the customary moment of silence passed. Woody lifted his head. "All clear, Gang." He stood. "Great playtime, Everyone!"

"Yeah, yeah," said Potato Head's lips from his left ear hole. "Somebody help me get my eyes straight."

Now on a break, everyone began to drift apart to find something to do. Looking around, Woody rubbed his bare head in dismay. "Where is my hat? Has anyone seen…"

There was a tap on his shoulder. As he turned, his hat brim fell over his eyes. Pulling it up, he could see Bo standing in front of him, smiling sweetly. "Well thank you, Little Missy."

She giggled. "By the way, you have something on your face."

"I do? Where?"

"Right there." She planted a kiss on his cheek. It was a game she liked to play and of course he always played right back.

Jessie had been standing off to the side, quietly observing the flirtatious banter between her best friend and brother. Observing and getting an idea or two of her own.

She turned and cupped her hands around her mouth. "Hey, Buzz! Buzz, come over here!"

The Ranger jogged over. "Yes, can I be of assistance?"

"You have something on your face."

"What…"

"RIGHT THERE!" And with that she leapt into his arms with such force that she knocked him to the ground.

Woody and Bo jumped at the crash. Bemused, they watched as Jessie smothered Buzz in rapid fire smooches.

"You're a bad influence," said Woody dryly.

"I suppose I'll just have to learn how to restrain myself," said Bo.

Just then Jessie ran past them, hooting and whooping with glee. Buzz stumbled behind her, dazed. "Hasth anyone sheen a cowgirl? I think she took my lipth!"