Toy Story 2, page 1
Copyright © 2009 Disney Enterprises, Inc./Pixar. Original Toy Story elements © Disney Enterprises, Inc. All rights reserved. Slinky® Dog is a registered trademark of Poof-Slinky, Inc. © Poof-Slinky, Inc. Etch A Sketch® © The Ohio Art Company. Used with permission. © Hasbro, Inc. All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Random House Children’s Books, a division of Random House, Inc., 1745 Broadway, New York, NY 10019, and in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto, in conjunction with Disney Enterprises, Inc. Random House and the colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter
Buzz Lightyear sped through the dark sky, his jet engines shooting out sparks as he blasted over the surface of a huge planet. He navigated around rocks and craters, then landed smoothly. He glanced up and down the surface of the deserted planet before raising his wrist communicator. “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.”
Just then, a cluster of red laser beams landed on Buzz. He looked up to discover that he was surrounded by armed robot forces—and they were all aiming their weapons right at him! Buzz dove across the ground and fired his laser at a group of rock crystals. The crystals reflected his laser beam back at the crowd of robots, creating a huge explosion. The force of the explosion blasted the robots away and threw Buzz into a crater, robot parts raining down around him. He ran to the wall of the crater for cover, and a robotic camera popped out of it. The camera trained its sights right on Buzz. Quickly, he took aim once more and fired.
The camera was destroyed, but then the ground began to shift under his feet. Suddenly, a hole opened up beneath Buzz, and he jumped into a deep, dark cavern before the hole closed above him once again. He landed on the ground and turned on his space suit’s glow-in-the-dark feature before running into what looked like a tunnel.
As he made his way through the tunnel, Buzz didn’t realize that the evil Emperor Zurg was monitoring his every step from a control room. Zurg let out an evil laugh. “Come to me, my prey,” he growled.
Suddenly, the lights in the tunnel came on. Buzz stopped and turned around just as a door slammed shut behind him. Deadly spikes shot out of the door and began to zoom toward Buzz. He turned and ran as fast as he could through the tunnel, the spikes following behind. As Buzz ran, he saw another door up ahead—but it was starting to close! He took a giant leap and made it through the door without a millisecond to spare. Crash! The spikes banged against the closed door, denting the exterior behind him.
Buzz stood at the edge of a chasm. On the other side, the source of Zurg’s power hung suspended in a force field. It was a small object that looked like a battery. Buzz had to reach it, so he stepped onto a bridge made up of disks that were suspended in the air. He jumped carefully from disk to disk, each one letting out an ominous musical note as he made his way across. Without warning, the disks suddenly fell away, sending Buzz into a free fall.
Buzz pushed a button on his utility belt, creating a clear bubble that encased him and allowed him to zoom back up to the ledge where Zurg’s power source was located. When he landed safely, the bubble burst, and Buzz reached for the power source—but it disappeared. It had been an illusion!
Suddenly, Buzz heard Zurg’s sinister voice. He turned to find the evil robot rising up behind him. “So we meet again, Buzz Lightyear…for the last time,” sneered Zurg.
“Not today, Zurg!” shouted Buzz.
Zurg took aim with his ion blaster and began to fire at Buzz, but Buzz managed to grab one of the disks that had been part of the bridge and use it as a shield. Zurg’s shots bounced right off it. Buzz then hurled the shield at Zurg, hitting him directly in the face.
“Ohh…,” moaned a stunned Zurg.
Taking advantage of Zurg’s momentary weakness, Buzz leaped over him and fired one shot. It careened to Zurg’s left, narrowly missing its target.
Zurg recovered and took aim again. This time he hit Buzz. “Ah-ha-ha!” Zurg laughed triumphantly.
Suddenly, the words GAME OVER flashed in red across a television screen.
“No, no, no, no, no!” Rex, a plastic T. rex, shouted. He was holding a video game controller. Next to him, Buzz Lightyear, the space ranger toy, smiled encouragingly. “Oh, you almost had him!” said Buzz.
Sun streamed in through the windows of Andy Davis’s bedroom, where his toys stood atop his desk, battling the evil Zurg in a video game. Since Andy was not in the room, his toys were moving around on their own, just as they always did when people weren’t watching. Rex loved playing the Buzz Lightyear video game, and he had been determined to beat the evil Zurg, but now he was slumped in failure.
“I’m never gonna defeat Zurg!” he cried.
“Sure you will, Rex. In fact, you’re a better Buzz than I am,” replied Buzz.
“But look at my little arms. I can’t press the Fire button and jump at the same time!” moaned Rex as he motioned to the buttons that controlled both movements.
Suddenly, the toys heard a loud crash coming from Andy’s dresser. They looked up to see Woody the cowboy toy rummaging impatiently through one of the drawers, tossing junk to the floor. “Where is it?” he asked himself over and over.
“Uh, Woody?” asked Buzz with concern.
Startled by Buzz’s voice, Woody stood up and smacked his head on the open drawer directly above him. The impact sent him tumbling out of the drawer he was in. He hit another drawer before landing hard on the floor below.
“Hang on, cowboy!” shouted Buzz. He launched himself down to the floor and landed expertly in front of Woody.
“Woody, are you all right?” asked Buzz.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine, Buzz.” But Woody didn’t look fine. He looked frazzled as he continued talking nervously. “Okay, here’s a 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.”
Buzz shook his head calmly. “Woody, you haven’t found your hat yet, have you?”
“No!” exclaimed Woody, suddenly showing complete panic. “Andy’s leaving for Cowboy Camp any minute, and I can’t find it anywhere!”
“Don’t worry. In just a few hours you’ll be sitting around a campfire with Andy making delicious hot schmoes,” said Buzz.
“They’re called s’mores, Buzz,” Woody corrected him.
“Right,” said Buzz, nodding. “Has anyone found Woody’s hat yet?” he called to the rest of the toys.
The Green Army Men swarmed around the open toy box. Some slid down ropes from the lid into the box. “Hut! Hut! Hut!” they chanted.
From the edge of the toy box, Sarge saluted Buzz and Woody. “Negatory. Still searching.”
Hamm, a plastic piggy bank, sat on the window sill and pulled the blinds open and shut, as if signaling someone outside. Lenny, a pair of toy binoculars, peered through the window. “The lawn gnome next door says it’s not in the yard, but he’ll keep looking,” Hamm reported.
A porcelain Bo Peep figurine walked into the room. “It’s not in Molly’s room. We’ve looked everywhere,” she said. Molly was Andy’s little sister, and everyone knew that Andy’s toys sometimes ended up with her.
Woody walked over to Andy’s backpack, which was lying on the floor. He peered inside. No hat. “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,” said Bo Peep.
“Bo, don’t be silly. My hat’s not under my boot,” replied Woody.
“Just look,” she said.
Woody sighed and then raised his foot and looked at it. The word ANDY had been written on the sole with a marker. “You see? No hat. Just the word Andy.”
“Uh-huh,” said Bo, smiling. “And the boy who wrote that would take you to camp with or without your hat.”
Woody smiled apologetically as he stared at the signature. Bo was right. “I’m sorry, Bo. It’s just that I’ve been looking forward to this all year. It’s my one time with just me and Andy.”
Bo grinned, then snared Woody with her shepherd’s crook. She pulled him toward her. “You’re cute when you care,” she cooed.
“Bo, not in front of Buzz,” whispered a blushing Woody.
“Let him look,” she said, leaning forward to kiss Woody.
Suddenly, Bo’s sheep began to baa. Woody and Bo looked up to find Rex and the sheep in a tug-of-war over the cord of the video game controller.
“Uh, Miss Peep? Your sheep!” exclaimed an overwhelmed Rex. Bo Peep gave a loud whistle, and the sheep immediately let go of the cord. Rex fell backward and landed on the remote control. The TV turned on, blasting a commercial for Al’s Toy Barn, the local toy store.
“Hey, kids, this is Al, from Al’s Toy Barn!” came a voice from the TV. The toys watched as a large man in a chicken suit flapped his fake wings and hopped around in front of Al
“Turn it off!” shouted Woody. “Someone’s going to hear!” Rex ran to the remote and stomped on it over and over. But he couldn’t figure out which button would turn the TV off.
The TV continued to blare as Al flapped his chicken wings. “And that’s cheap, cheap, cheap!” A map flashed on the screen, and Al pointed to the Toy Barn. “So hurry on down!”
Hamm waddled forward and grabbed the remote. “For crying out loud, it’s this one!” He pushed the Power button and the TV shut off. “I despise that chicken.”
“Ahh!” Woody exclaimed in relief.
Suddenly, Slinky Dog came through the door. Or at least the front of his body did—the coils of his wiry body remained in the hallway. “Fellas!” he called. “Okay, I got some good news and I got some bad news.”
“What? What is it?” asked the toys. They all looked at Slinky anxiously.
“Good news is, I found your hat, Woody.” Slinky’s back end padded into the room, tail wagging. Woody’s hat was perched right on top of it.
“My hat!” shouted Woody. “Aw, Slink. Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! Where did you find it?”
“Well, that’s the bad news,” replied Slinky.
Suddenly, a dog’s bark sounded from the hall. The bark grew louder and more excited as the dog approached.
“Aaah! It’s Buster!” shouted Rex.
The Green Army Men and Rocky Gibraltar, the toy strongman, rushed to the door and closed it quickly in an attempt to keep out Andy’s overeager puppy. But they were too slow, and the door didn’t click shut. Rocky strained, but Buster was pushing too hard from the other side. The dog’s wet nose nudged through the crack in the door. And the toys knew it wasn’t stopping there.
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“Woody! Hide! Quick!” called Bo.
Woody looked around desperately and ran for cover. Then the door burst open, and Buster, a caramel-colored dachshund, rushed into the room. He barked loudly and ran in circles, scattering toys and drool everywhere.
Suddenly, Buster sniffed and turned toward Andy’s backpack. He ran over to the bag and buried his nose in an open compartment. Growling, he dragged Woody out and flung the limp cowboy across the room. Woody landed in the center of the room, where Buster jumped on top of him. The little dog snarled for a second, then began to lick Woody excitedly.
“Okay, okay,” sputtered Woody. “You found me, Buster. All right. Hey, how did he do, Hamm?”
Hamm stood in front of Mr. Spell’s readout: 13.5 seconds. “Looks like a new record!”
Woody snapped his fingers. “Okay, boy. Sit. Reach for the sky! Pow!”
With a happy yelp, Buster fell over and played dead.
“Great job, boy,” said Woody, scratching Buster’s belly. “Who’s gonna miss me while I’m gone? Who’s gonna miss me?” Buster kicked his legs with delight.
Suddenly, voices from the hallway drifted into Andy’s bedroom.
“Andy? Have you got all your stuff?” asked Andy’s mom, Mrs. Davis.
Woody gasped and ran off to take his position. “Okay, have a good weekend, everybody,” he whispered hurriedly. “I’ll see you Sunday night.” All the other toys froze where they were and lay motionless.
“It’s in my room,” they heard Andy call from outside the door. Then Andy kicked his bedroom door open wide. Buster barked and ran toward the boy happily. “Stick ’em up!” shouted Andy, pointing his fingers toward the dog as if he were arresting an outlaw. Buster paused to scratch his ear, then ran between Andy’s legs and out of the room.
“I guess we’ll work on that later,” Andy sighed. He walked over to Woody, who was propped up on his backpack. “Hey, Woody. Ready to go to Cowboy Camp?”
“Andy, honey,” called his mother. “Five minutes and we’re leaving.”
“Five minutes…hmmm,” said Andy, eyeing his toys.
In no time, the scene was set. “Somebody help me!” said Andy in a high-pitched voice, pretending to be Bo Peep as she hung in the air from a string. Then he grabbed Woody.
“Let her go, evil Dr. Porkchop!” Andy said, pretending to be Woody.
“Never! You must choose, Sheriff Woody.” Andy gave Hamm a menacing voice as the piggy bank stood over a formation of Green Army Men. “How shall she die? By shark, or death by monkeys? Choose!” Andy dangled Bo first over a rubber shark, then over plastic monkeys.
“I choose…Buzz Lightyear!” shouted Andy as Woody. Andy put RC Car’s remote control in front of Woody and pressed a button. A whirring sound filled the air, and the toy car shot out of a cardboard box, with Buzz riding on top. The two went over a ramp and smashed into Hamm.
“To infinity…and beyond!” Andy cried triumphantly as Buzz. “You should never tangle with the unstoppable duo of Woody and Buzz Lightyear!”
Andy made Buzz and Woody link arms. Suddenly, Woody’s arm ripped!
“Oh, no,” said Andy sadly.
“Andy, let’s go,” called Mrs. Davis. She poked her head into Andy’s room.
“But, Mom, Woody’s arm ripped,” replied Andy.
Mrs. Davis took Woody from Andy. “Maybe we can fix him on the way,” she suggested.
“No, just leave him.” Andy sighed.
“I’m sorry, honey. But you know toys don’t last forever.” Mrs. Davis placed Woody on the highest shelf in the room, amid a pile of old books. Then she and Andy left.
Once they were alone, the toys blinked and sat up. They stared up at Woody. “What happened?” asked Rex, shocked that Woody had been left behind.
Woody stared in disbelief at his ripped arm. Then he scrambled to the edge of his shelf and looked out the window. Andy and his mother were getting into their van.
“Andy!” he cried. He watched sadly as the van pulled away, then slumped to the back of the shelf.
The next morning, Woody was shaken from his sleep by the sound of a van pulling up in front of the house. Once more, he looked out the window. Andy jumped out of the van.
“He’s back?” Woody whispered. He glanced down. Rex, Slinky, and Rocky were playing cards at the foot of the bed. “Hey, everybody! Andy’s back! He’s back early from Cowboy Camp!” The toys didn’t respond. Then they heard Andy bounding up the steps.
“Places, everybody! Andy’s coming!” yelled Hamm.
The toys dropped their cards and scattered. Woody froze in his toy pose just as Andy burst into the room riding a hobbyhorse. “Yee-haw!” Andy cried.
Andy ran up to Woody and pulled him down from the shelf. “Hey, Woody! Did you miss me?”
“Giddyap, giddyap. Ride ’em, cowboy!” Andy ran around the room, swinging Woody along. Suddenly, Andy’s smile faded as he caught sight of Woody’s shoulder. “Oh, I forgot,” he said to Woody. “You’re broken.” He stared at Woody, frowning. “I don’t want to play with you anymore.”
And with that, Andy dropped Woody.
Woody fell in slow motion, down into the pile of scattered cards—every one was an ace of spades. And then he fell even farther, through the cards, through the floor, down a long, dark passage. When he finally landed, he was at the bottom of a trash can. A single spotlight shone down on him, and he suddenly realized that he was lying atop a pile of broken doll parts. He jumped with fright and tried to crawl out of the can, but a swarm of toy arms pulled him back down again. “Andy!” he yelled, continuing to struggle.
Andy peered down into the can. “Bye, Woody,” he called sadly, his voice echoing.
“No…Andy!” Woody cried. But it was too late. Andy closed the lid, and everything went black.
“Ahhhh!” Woody screamed, waking himself with a start. He was still on Andy’s shelf. He glanced around the room in confusion—until he realized that it had all been a bad dream. Woody was relieved, but then he remembered his broken arm, which hung limp around his neck. Disgusted, he swung his arm off his neck, knocking over a pile of books. A cloud of dust rose, and Woody coughed. Soon he noticed that he wasn’t the only one coughing. He began to search the shelf, following a series of coughs and wheezy squeaks. With his good arm, he pushed aside a book covered in cobwebs to find a lonely squeeze toy.
