Sometimes she had trouble remembering he was an antique. During playtime as he hunted down bad guys and raced across the lands just in time to save the princess she could see so much youth in him that she just forgot. He was just as young as Buzz, all shiny space adventures and to infinity and beyond. He was as energetic as Jessie who even laying in Bonnie’s arms seemed like she was in motion.
Oh, there were plenty of times that it seemed like Woody was fresh from the toy store.
And then he’d open his mouth.
“Mornin’ ladies.” Woody tipped his hat at Trixie and Dolly as they enjoyed the morning sun from their perch on the window ledge. His down home charm was well received by Trixie, the dinosaur waving so excitedly she almost fell.
“Man, sometimes I forget he’s an antique.” Dolly muttered after the cowboy passed. She watched as Jessie pulled him into some new scheme to pass the day until Bonnie returned from Sunnyside. Lately the new arrivals to Bonnie’s room had begun staging elaborate search and rescue missions, usually recruiting the other toys to join in the games. Trixie had been quick to assume they were attempting to bond with Bonnie’s toys. Dolly thought they just got bored easily.
“He’s not an antique!” Trixie said, sounding almost scandalized.
Dolly bounced her head so her eyes could roll. “Puh-lease. You know he’s at least fifty. Jessie told me about that old show they were based off. And besides, do you listen to him talk?”
“He’s just polite is all.” The dinosaur tapped her legs together almost nervously.
“No, he’s old. Bet you I can get him to prove it in less than a sentence.”
Trixie actually perked up at that. “Bet me what?”
“You can wear my witch hat.” Dolly offered before remembering Bonnie had made that hat just for her. “You can wear it for a day.”
“Fine. And if I win?”
That was a good question. Trixie didn’t really have anything she wanted. “Next time Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head want to have a night off you get to babysit the aliens and the peas. I’m so tired of being recruited for it.”
“But that’s six kids!” Trixie whined.
“The little aliens never bother anyone. It’s just the peas you have to keep an eye on. Get Rex to help you.” Dolly noticed the reluctant expression and sighed. “It could even be like a date.”
At least that shut Trixie up. For about half a minute. “You’re never going to win this one.”
With a quick shake of felt and plastic the pair was off to hunt down Woody. It didn’t take long to find him trying to set up the newest trap which would keep the rescuers away from whoever they were meant to rescue. Dolly noticed Rex pacing in what would be his cage, having apparently drawn the short straw.
Again.
“Hey there cowboy.” Dolly called out warmly. “Was talking around and heard you were doing another little adventure. Trixie and I thought we’d help you set up something. Maybe carry some of those heavy bits.”
Woody tipped his hat and chuckled. “Now, now, don’t want you nice womenfolk hurting yourself with these traps.”
For a second there was silence and finally Trixie burst out laughing. Dolly wasn’t far behind, having to hold her sides which logically should not hurt as much as they did. The pair laughed long and hard before wandering back to their window leaving a confused toy behind them.
“Was it something I said?” Woody asked Rex who just shrugged helplessly.
Thank you so much for filling this! I love it. This made me laugh, made me squee (when I realized it was a fill for one of my prompts), and it made me smile (and happy!). The whole thing was just wonderful: Trixie and Dolly, them betting on Woody's antiquity in words, the content of the bets. And I liked the use of womenfolk, it fits very well with what they were lookin' for (something that indicated he's totally old.)
Oh, there were plenty of times that it seemed like Woody was fresh from the toy store.
And then he’d open his mouth.
“Mornin’ ladies.” Woody tipped his hat at Trixie and Dolly as they enjoyed the morning sun from their perch on the window ledge. His down home charm was well received by Trixie, the dinosaur waving so excitedly she almost fell.
“Man, sometimes I forget he’s an antique.” Dolly muttered after the cowboy passed. She watched as Jessie pulled him into some new scheme to pass the day until Bonnie returned from Sunnyside. Lately the new arrivals to Bonnie’s room had begun staging elaborate search and rescue missions, usually recruiting the other toys to join in the games. Trixie had been quick to assume they were attempting to bond with Bonnie’s toys. Dolly thought they just got bored easily.
“He’s not an antique!” Trixie said, sounding almost scandalized.
Dolly bounced her head so her eyes could roll. “Puh-lease. You know he’s at least fifty. Jessie told me about that old show they were based off. And besides, do you listen to him talk?”
“He’s just polite is all.” The dinosaur tapped her legs together almost nervously.
“No, he’s old. Bet you I can get him to prove it in less than a sentence.”
Trixie actually perked up at that. “Bet me what?”
“You can wear my witch hat.” Dolly offered before remembering Bonnie had made that hat just for her. “You can wear it for a day.”
“Fine. And if I win?”
That was a good question. Trixie didn’t really have anything she wanted. “Next time Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head want to have a night off you get to babysit the aliens and the peas. I’m so tired of being recruited for it.”
“But that’s six kids!” Trixie whined.
“The little aliens never bother anyone. It’s just the peas you have to keep an eye on. Get Rex to help you.” Dolly noticed the reluctant expression and sighed. “It could even be like a date.”
At least that shut Trixie up. For about half a minute. “You’re never going to win this one.”
With a quick shake of felt and plastic the pair was off to hunt down Woody. It didn’t take long to find him trying to set up the newest trap which would keep the rescuers away from whoever they were meant to rescue. Dolly noticed Rex pacing in what would be his cage, having apparently drawn the short straw.
Again.
“Hey there cowboy.” Dolly called out warmly. “Was talking around and heard you were doing another little adventure. Trixie and I thought we’d help you set up something. Maybe carry some of those heavy bits.”
Woody tipped his hat and chuckled. “Now, now, don’t want you nice womenfolk hurting yourself with these traps.”
For a second there was silence and finally Trixie burst out laughing. Dolly wasn’t far behind, having to hold her sides which logically should not hurt as much as they did. The pair laughed long and hard before wandering back to their window leaving a confused toy behind them.
“Was it something I said?” Woody asked Rex who just shrugged helplessly.
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Thank you so much for filling this! I love it. This made me laugh, made me squee (when I realized it was a fill for one of my prompts), and it made me smile (and happy!). The whole thing was just wonderful: Trixie and Dolly, them betting on Woody's antiquity in words, the content of the bets. And I liked the use of womenfolk, it fits very well with what they were lookin' for (something that indicated he's totally old.)
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