Toy Story 3

Money, money, money. Hey!

You got a date with justice,

One-Eyed Bart.

Too bad, sheriff. I'm a married man.

One-Eyed Betty!

Huh?

I think you dropped something, mister.

- Jessie?

- Give it up, Bart.

You've reached the end of the line!

I always wanted to go out with a bang!

- Oh, no!

- The orphans!

Hate to leave early,

but our ride is here.

- Ooh!

- Ooh!

It's me or the kiddies, Sheriff.

Take your pick.

Whoo-hoo!

- Ride like the wind, Bullseye!

- Hee-yah!

Hold him steady!

Woody, hurry!

No!

Glad I could catch the train!

Now let's catch some criminals!

To infinity and beyond!

Whoo-hoo!

- Ooh!

- Ooh!

Reach for the sky.

You can't touch me, Sheriff!

I brought my attack dog

with a built-in force field!

Well, I brought my dinosaur

who eats force-field dogs.

Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!

Huh?

Evil Dr. Pork Chop!

That's Mr. Evil Dr. Pork Chop to you!

"Buzz, shoot your laser at my badge."

"Woody, no. It'll kill you." "Just do it!"

"You're going to jail, Bart."

"Watch out!"

Mom!

No, no, no. Just keep playing.

Just pretend I'm not here.

Oh, no, Molly!

No, it's okay, Mom.

It's a 50-foot baby from outer space.

And she's on a rampage.

Run for your lives!

Buster, get out of there.

Does the red light mean it's going?

Come on.

Say "Happy birthday" to Molly.

- Happy birthday!

- Charming.

Happy birthday!

- Look how tall you're getting.

- Yeah!

"I came as fast as I could.

Buzz, behind you!"

"Got it, Woody."

Buzz Lightyear to the rescue!

"Good work, Buzz."

Okay, places, everyone.

Come on, come on. Get in position.

Wait! I can't find my other eye.

- All right, whose foot's in my face?

- It's mine. Give it back.

You have saved our lives.

We are eternally grateful.

Buzz! Mind if I squeeze in next to ya?

Yes. No. I mean, why would I mind

squeezing next to you?

Is it hot in here?

Oh! Here they come!

Sarge, you got it?

Mission accomplished.

Hooray!

Careful. Careful!

All right, guys. We got one shot

at this. Everyone ready?

We're ready, Woody. Let's do it!

Okay, Buzz. Make the call.

Target is on approach.

Just like we rehearsed it, guys.

Hello?

Hello? Anyone there?

Molly, stay out of my room!

I wasn't in your room.

Then who was messing with my stuff?

It wasn't me.

Well, that went well.

He held me! He actually held me!

This is just sad.

Who we kiddin'?

The kid's 17 years old.

We ain't ever gettin' played with.

Guys, hey, hold up.

We need a staff meeting.

Everyone! A staff meeting!

Not again!

Come on. Slink, gather everyone up.

We are gathered, Woody.

Okay. First off,

we all knew Operation Playtime

was a long shot.

More like a misfire.

But we've always said this job isn't

about getting played with. It's about...

Being there for Andy. We know.

But we can try again! Right?

I'm callin' it, guys.

We're closing up shop.

What?

Andy's going to college any day now.

That was our last shot.

Oh.

We're going into attic mode, folks.

Keep your accessories

with you at all times.

Spare parts, batteries, anything

you need for an orderly transition.

Orderly? Don't you get it? We're done!

Finished! Over the hill!

Hey, hey, hey, now. Come on, guys.

We all knew this day was coming.

Yeah, but now it's here.

Look, every toy goes through this.

No one wants to see...

Hey, Sarge! What are you doing?

War's over, folks.

Me and the boys are moving on.

- Moving on?

- You're going AWOL?

We done our duty. Andy's grown up.

And let's face it,

when the trash bags come out,

we army guys are the first to go.

- Trash bags?

- Who said anything about trash bags?

It has been an honor serving

with you. Good luck, folks.

You're gonna need it.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait!

- We're getting thrown away?

- No. No one's getting thrown away.

How do you know?

- We're being abandoned!

- We'll be fine, Jessie.

- So why did Sarge leave?

- Should we leave?

- I thought we were goin' to the attic.

- Oh, I hate all this uncertainty!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on now. Wait a minute. Quiet!

No one's getting thrown out, okay?

We're all still here.

I mean, yeah,

we've lost friends along the way.

- Wheezy and Etch and...

- Bo Peep?

Yeah. Even Bo.

All good toys

who've gone on to new owners.

But through every yard sale, every

spring cleaning, Andy held on to us!

He must care about us,

or we wouldn't be here.

You wait. Andy's gonna tuck us in

the attic. It'll be safe and warm...

- And we'll all be together.

- Exactly!

There's games up there,

and books, and...

- The racecar track!

- The racecar track. Thank you!

- And the old TV.

- There you go, the old TV.

And those guys from the Christmas

decorations box. They're fun, right?

Yeah.

And someday, if we're lucky,

Andy may have kids of his own.

And he'll play with us then, right?

We'll always be there for him.

Come on, guys.

Let's get our parts together, get ready,

and go out on a high note.

I'd better find my other eye.

Where'd you leave it this time?

Someplace dark. And dusty.

Come on. Let's see how much

we're going for on eBay.

Don't worry. Andy's gonna

take care of us. I guarantee it!

You guarantee it, huh?

I don't know, Buzz.

What else could I say?

Well, whatever happens,

at least we'll all be together.

For infinity and beyond.

- Can I have your stereo?

- No.

- Why not?

- 'Cause I'm taking it with me.

- Can I have your computer?

- No.

- Your video games?

- Forget it, Molly.

Okay. Andy, let's get to work here.

Anything you're not taking to college

either goes in the attic, or it's trash.

- Mom, I'm not leaving till Friday.

- Come on. It's garbage day.

- Mom.

- Look, it's simple.

Skateboard, college.

Little League trophy, probably attic.

Apple core, trash. You can do the rest.

Why do you still have these toys?

Molly, out of my room!

Three more days and it's mine!

Molly, you're not off the hook either.

You have more toys

than you know what to do with.

Some of them could make

other kids really happy.

What kids?

The children at the daycare.

They're always asking for donations.

What's daycare?

- Mom.

- No buts.

You choose the toys you want to

donate, I'll drop them off at Sunnyside.

Poor Barbie.

I get the Corvette.

Andy, come on.

You need to start making decisions.

Like what?

Like what are you gonna do

with these toys?

Should we donate them

to Sunnyside?

- No.

- Maybe sell them online?

Mom, no one's gonna want

those old toys.

They're junk.

Fine. You have till Friday.

Anything that's not packed for college

or in the attic

- is getting thrown out.

- Whatever you say, Mom.

- What's happening?

- We're getting thrown out, you idiot.

That's what's happening.

- You need a hand?

- I got it.

Here.

So, you gonna miss me

when I'm gone?

- If I say no, do I still get your room?

- Nope.

Then, yes, I'll miss you.

I can't breathe!

- This can't be happening!

- Quiet! What's that sound?

Andy!

That's not trash. That's not trash!

Think, think, Woody.

Think, think, think.

Buster! Come here, boy! Come here!

Okay, boy. To the curb!

No, Buster! No!

Get up. Buster!

- We're on the curb!

- Oh, I knew it would come to this!

Pull, everyone! Pull!

- It won't rip!

- Forget it!

It's triple-ply,

high-density polyethylene!

There's gotta be a way out!

Andy doesn't want us.

What's the point?

Point. Point. Point!

Push! Push!

I can hear the garbage truck!

It's getting closer.

Buzz! Jessie!

- Andy threw us out.

- Like we were garbage.

- Junk. He called us junk.

- How could he?

This doesn't make any sense.

I should have seen this coming.

It's Emily all over again.

- Sarge was right.

- Yeah, and Woody was wrong.

Wait a minute. Wait, hold on.

This is no time to be hysterical.

It's the perfect time to be hysterical.

- Should we be hysterical?

- No!

- Yes!

- Maybe! But not right now!

Yee-haw! Fellas, I know what to do.

What the heck?

- Oh, we should've done this years ago.

- Jessie, wait. What about Woody?

He's fine, Buzz.

Andy's taking him to college.

Now we need to go!

You're right. Come on.

- Buzz?

- Woody!

What's going on? Don't you know

this box is being donated?

It's under control, Woody.

We have a plan.

We're going to daycare!

Daycare?

What, have you all lost your marbles?

Well, didn't you see?

Andy threw us away.

No, no, no, no.

He was putting you in the attic.

Attic? So how did we

end up on the curb?

That was a mistake.

Andy's mom thought you were trash.

Yeah. After he put us in a trash bag.

And called us junk!

Yeah, I know. It looks bad.

But, guys, you gotta believe me.

Sure thing, college boy!

Andy's moving on, Woody.

It's time we did the same.

Okay. Out of the box.

Everyone, right now!

Come on, Buzz. Give me a hand.

We gotta get this thing outta here.

Woody, wait. We need to figure out

what's best for everyone.

Oh, great. Great! It's gonna take us

forever to get back here.

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