Toy Story That Time Forgot Page #2

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You guys are so jumpy.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Why are you doing this?

It's doomsday.

Hey!

- Trixie?

- Trixie?

- What?

- Trixie, the Battlesaurs are not playing.

They've never been played with.

They don't even know they're toys!

Incredible, isn't it?

No!

You got a crayon?

Buzz-Buzz-Buzz Lightyear

to the rescue!

Blast.

- Back off, you...

- What?

You bully!

Curse! Release the Goliathon.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh!

Cough up my friends, you, you...

As I suspected.

She bears the mark of obedience.

What? This?

I thought I knew you.

I was thinking the same thing.

She is an enemy to the tribe.

Ray-Gon. The Supplicator.

The Supplicator?

Hardly a suitable nomenclature.

I will not stand for this sort of abuse.

Rex, have you completely lost it?

I'm sorry. I can't control myself.

There is no escape,

Trixie of the Bonn-Ye tribe.

Bonnie!

- Run, Trixie!

- Get Bonnie!

Reptillus. Stop her.

Huh?

What?

Hmm! Robot. Obey.

Oh! Ah! Oh!

Ew!

- Rex.

- Rex.

I can't help it!

- Woody.

- What?

Hey! Hey, that's Mason and Bonnie.

Oh, I get it.

You're glad Mason got the Optimum X.

He plays there.

While I rule here.

My Battlesaurs have no use for play.

They have everything they need,

content in their ignorance.

What's ignorance?

You've been a busy little tyrant.

And only two days since Christmas.

Ka-Rist-Maas?

The joy that you give to others

is the joy that comes back to you.

Aw.

- You will all be cast into the pit.

- Pit?

- Pit?

- Pit?

I've got to shut it down.

- Come on, buddy. Fight it off.

- Rex, resist the Supplicator.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Oh, boy.

No.

Reptillus.

Your world is bigger than you know.

Let me show you who you really are.

But I am a Battlesaur.

You can be so much more.

And you know it.

Pipe down, you.

Reptillus, it's your kid who chooses

what you're going to be.

It could be a dinosaur,

a baby reindeer

or something you'd never even think of.

It's about being there for your kid.

It's about...

Surrender.

Huh?

- This bus is out of gas.

- Dang it, the power's down.

Oh, hello. Are you lost?

Come see my igloo.

We can wait inside with the polar bears

and the salamanders until they find us.

Check the supplies.

We have hamburgers,

pasgetti, pancakes,

chocolate milk, gummy worms...

- Oh, what planet is he from?

- Neptune! Or maybe Florida.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

We crash-landed on the party planet.

Aliens everywhere.

Wait. Where's my baby reindeer?

There she is.

She says, "Put on your dance pants."

Look, Buzz, I'm a boneless chicken.

How about a dance, Uncle Wormy?

I don't know how.

He's adorable.

Boop! Boop! Beep! Bop!

Come on, Mega-Monster,

let's fight some crime.

That was glorious.

It was, wasn't it?

It's always so great

to have Bonnie around.

Let's have her back next week.

So, shall we say

Tuesday around 3:30?

Bonnie!

- Dinner, sweetie.

- Bye, toys.

Whoo-hoo!

So, how was the play date?

Oh, you know, typical crash-landing.

Hostile lizard people,

hand-to-hand combat.

And I was a mindless,

lumbering automaton.

- Well, that part adds up.

- What about you, Trixie?

Have you finally found

a role that suits you?

- Goblin fairy, ghost clown...

- Hey, hey! Easy now!

...dancing queen, a baby reindeer.

You name it. I'm Bonnie's dinosaur.

And Bonnie's dinosaur

gets to be everything.

Be grateful for your gifts.

They are all around you.

Aww.

Farewell, Trixie

of the Bonn-Ye tribe.

My heart will burn bright

at the moment of your return.

Tuesday, around 3:30.

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