The sun had already set. The living room was almost completely dark, save for what managed to trickle in from the porch light through the sash window.

Buzz poked his head into the room. "Jessie?" No answer and he stepped inside. "Jess? You said to meet you here?" Even in the dark, he could tell she wasn't anywhere to be found. Not on the sofa. Not behind the sofa. Not by the bookshelf…

There was a giggle, breaking the silence. "Where are you? Are we playing hide and seek?" Something winged him in the head. "Hey!" By his foot was a crumpled sheet of notebook paper. He picked it up and smoothed it.

Look up, Cutie.

Buzz craned his neck upward. Hanging from the bookshelf was Molly's red, white, and blue patchwork blanket, pinned to the top with two thick encyclopedias on either side. Jessie sat in the center, grinning. "Well howdy there."

"Jessie?"

"Ain't it neat? My own little hammock! Wanna join?" Her grin suddenly turned suggestive as she rubbed her finger against the blanket edge. "Plenty of room…"

The bookshelf was an easy climb and Buzz was on the top shelf within half a minute. "It doesn't appear stable," he muttered, eying the encyclopedias. "With my added weight I'm not sure…"

"Suit yerself," Jessie said, lying back. "I'll just be here. All alone. No one to cuddle with."

Buzz sighed. "Blast…" Slowly he eased himself into the hammock, sliding into close to Jessie. She grinned and put her arm around him. "You sure know how to get me."

"Well you're not that hard to get. In fact, I think you want to get got."

"You got me."

There was a creak and both toys sat up. The living room door had opened and someone had stepped inside.

"Son of a building block!" Jessie growled. "Just when we get a little privacy…"

"Who is it?"

Jessie leaned over the edge of the hammock, causing it to sway. As it did, Buzz instinctively gripped the patchwork fabric underneath him. "Woody…" she whispered.

"Woody," Buzz repeated. As he peered over Jessie's shoulder, he got a good whiff of her grass and fresh air smell. He almost went weak in the knee joints but mentally slapped himself. Not now…

"What's he doing?" Jessie hissed.

The Cowboy languidly made his way to the bookshelf. Slowly, he pulled out one book. Then he put it back. Then he pulled out another. Then he examined the cover. Then he put it back.

"He wants a book," Buzz said flatly.

"I'm gonna spit on his head."

Buzz jumped, startled. The hammock bounced with him. "You wouldn't!"

Jessie waved him off. "Nah! I wouldn't!" She added under her breath, "It'd be pretty funny though…"

By now Woody was examining his fourth book. "I can't believe he hasn't noticed us," said Buzz.

"I can't believe he hasn't picked somethin' out!" Jessie leaned over the side of the hammock again. The pinned fabric strained.

"Uh Jessie?"

"HEY SKINNY BRITCHES!" She bellowed, making the Cowboy jump about a foot. "PICK SOMETHIN' AND GO AWAY!"

"Jessie!" Too late. The fabric jerked out from under the encyclopedias, sending the hammock and the two screaming toys careening to the floor.

On the floor Buzz pushed the blanket away. Though he felt dazed he managed to say, "Is everyone all right?"

Jessie lay next to him. "I'm fine. Woody broke my fall."

His boneless limbs akimbo, Woody looked aggravated. Sitting up, he glared at them. "What goes ON in this house at night?"