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Chapter  1
In the bedroom of young Andy Davis, a desperate outlaw was about to be captured.
As a group of toys gathered in a quiet western town—made out of a row of cardboard boxes— the outlaw suddenly appeared.
“All right, everyone, this is a stickup!” said Andy in a gruff voice, pretending to be a villainous Mr. Potato Head. “Don’t anybody move!”
All the other toys were carefully placed in position, watching. Andy pretended to make them all talk.
Andy picked up his piggy bank and shook out its coins. He lowered Mr. Potato Head over the money greedily. Then Andy grabbed a porcelain Little Bo Peep figurine. “Stop it, you mean old potato!” he said in a high-pitched voice, pretending to be Bo Peep.
“Quiet, Bo Peep, or your sheep get run over!” growled Mr. Potato Head. In the middle of a toy racetrack, the sheep stood helplessly, right in the path of danger.
“Not my sheep! Somebody do something!” Bo Peep cried.
Suddenly, Andy grabbed a brown-haired cowboy sheriff doll named Woody. He yanked on the shiny white plastic ring that dangled from a string on the toy sheriff’s back. A small voice box inside the cowboy’s chest squawked a scratchy recorded message: “Reach for the sky!”
“I’m here to stop you,” Woody said to Mr. Potato Head. “Are you gonna come quietly?”
“You can’t touch me, Sheriff!” Mr. Potato Head shouted. “I brought my attack dog with a built-in force field!”
Andy stretched a toy Slinky dog in front of Mr. Potato Head, then grabbed a plastic Tyrannosaurus rex doll and dropped it on top of Slinky.
“Well, I brought my dinosaur, who eats force-field dogs! You’re goin’ to jail,” declared Sheriff Woody.
Andy’s baby sister, Molly, watched from behind the bars of her crib. Taped to one side of the crib was a cardboard sign with the word JAIL scrawled in crayon.
Andy dropped Mr. Potato Head in with Molly. With a shrieking giggle, the little girl grabbed the doll and started banging him against the rail of her crib, knocking some of his parts onto the floor.
“You saved the day again, Woody,” Andy said as he pulled the sheriff’s string once more.
“You’re my favorite deputy,” Woody replied. Andy galloped into the hall. He propped Woody on the stairwell railing—and shoved. Whooping and hollering, Andy clattered downstairs as Woody slid awkwardly down the banister.
“Gotcha!” Andy cried at the bottom. He put Woody on his shoulder and romped around the living room. Then he placed the doll on the footrest of a recliner chair, pulled the lever, and catapulted him across the room.
Suddenly, Andy’s eyes lit up. He ran toward his mother, leaving Woody sprawled on the couch. “Wow! This looks great, Mom!”
Colorful helium balloons bobbed on their strings. Crepe-paper streamers decorated the dining room walls. A banner draped across the archway read: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANDY!
“Can we leave this up till we move?” Andy asked his mother.
“Well, sure, we can leave it up,” replied Mrs. Davis. “Now, go get Molly. Your friends are going to be here any minute.”
Andy stopped by the couch to pick up Woody. “It’s party time, Woody!”
Andy pounded up the stairs to his room. As he propped Woody on the bed, he pulled the toy sheriff’s string one last time.
“Somebody’s poisoned the water hole,” said Woody.
“Come on, Molly.” Andy reached into his sister’s “jail” and lifted her out. Without looking back, he called over his shoulder, “See ya later, Woody!”
Slam! Andy kicked the door closed behind him. The room was silent for a moment. Then Woody shoved his hat back and scratched his forehead. A worried frown creased his brow as he sat up.
“Pull my string!” he muttered under his breath. “The birthday party’s today?”
Woody knew only too well what birthdays meant: toys. New toys, and lots of them. Shiny. Still nice in their boxes, with all their parts. Clean, and full of promise. Woody glanced around the quiet room. “Okay, everybody,” he called out. “Coast is clear!”
Slowly, toys began to roll out from under the bed, toddle across the floor, and bounce out of the toy chest. They flip-flopped down from shelves. Chattering, squeaking, quacking, and ringing, they swarmed into the open terrain of the bedroom floor.
Mr. Potato Head wobbled as he sat up on his rounded bottom. He had a blank expression, since all his face parts were strewn around the room. One by one, he jabbed his plastic eyes, ears, nose, and mouth into the small round holes scattered across his body. Then he walked over to Andy’s fat pink piggy bank, who was flipping a penny into his coin slot. “Hey, look, Hamm! I’m Picasso!”
The piggy bank stared at Mr. Potato Head, whose face pieces were stuck into the wrong holes, making his features seem all mixed up, as in one of the famous artist’s paintings. Hamm blinked. “I don’t get it.”
“Ah, you uncultured swine!” Mr. Potato Head sighed in disgust as he put his features back where they belonged.
High atop Andy’s mattress, Woody turned to a plastic Green Army Man standing guard on the bedside table. “Hey, Sarge. Have you seen Slinky?”
“No, sir!” the sergeant said with a stiff salute.
“Okay, thank you. At ease.” Woody leaped off the bed, the spurs of his brown boots jangling when he landed squarely on the floor. “Hey, Slinky?”
A metal fwump! Sounded under the bed. Two paws shoved a checkerboard out from under the hem of the bedspread. Woody’s faithful sidekick, the toy Slinky dog, wandered out and began setting up the checkers.
“I’m red this time,” Slinky said.
Woody shook his head. “No, Slink.”
“Oh, all right. You can be red if you want.”
“Not now, Slink!” Woody shook his head again. “I’ve got some bad news.”
“Bad news?” Slinky yelped.
Woody shoved a hand over Slinky’s mouth and looked around. A few nearby toys inclined their heads, listening for any scrap of hot gossip. Woody led Slinky a few steps away.
“Just gather everyone up for a staff meeting— and be happy!” he whispered.
“Got it,” said Slinky. He forced a quick laugh, then shuffled off across the room.
Woody heard a floor-sweeping swish and glanced down at a toy snake and a shiny toy robot as he walked toward the end of the bed.
“Staff meeting, everybody,” Woody said, then added, “Snake, Robot—podium duty.”
The snake and the robot grumbled a little, but they crawled out from under the bed to help.
A few paces away, the sheriff heard a squeak. He grinned. The knobs were twitching on Etch A Sketch, Andy’s rectangular drawing toy. “Hey, Etch!” the sheriff called out. “Draw!” Woody’s gun arm shot to his empty holster. Too late.
Etch A Sketch had beaten him to the draw. Etch proudly displayed the revolver he’d created on his gray screen.
“You got me again, Etch!” Woody teased.
“You’ve been working on that draw. Fastest knobs in the West!” Woody patted him on the corner of his red plastic frame, then walked toward the podium, which the snake and the robot were building out of some blocks and a Tinker Toy box.
Woody nodded his approval. The meeting would start soon. He’d better make a list.
“Now, where is that— Hey, who moved my doodle pad way over here?” He walked over and picked up the tablet.
Suddenly, behind him—
“Roaaaarrrr!”
Woody casually turned around. “Oh, how ya doin’, Rex?”
Rex, the not-very-ferocious-looking plastic tyrannosaur, smiled hopefully, his tiny claws clutched to his chest. “Were you scared? Tell me honestly.”
Woody bit his lip and cleared his throat. “I was close to being scared that time.”
Rex sighed and followed Woody toward the podium. “I’m going for fearsome here,” he explained. “But I just don’t feel it. I think I’m just coming off as annoying.”
Woody was about to reply, but a shepherd’s crook suddenly hooked him around the neck. One big yank and he found himself nose to nose with a smiling Bo Peep. “Oh… hi, Bo.”
The slender figurine batted her blue eyes. “I wanted to thank you, Woody,” she said. “For saving my flock.”
Woody blushed. “Oh, hey—it was nothing.”
Bo Peep smiled sweetly. “What do you say I get someone else to watch the sheep tonight?” she purred. Woody gulped.
Bo gestured with her crook toward the alphabet blocks that decorated the base of her lamp.
“Remember,” she added, “I’m just a couple of blocks away.” With a little wave, she sashayed past a small pile of toy alphabet blocks and headed toward the podium.
Woody’s heart boinged like a jack-in-the-box. He shook his head to clear it and glanced around. All business again, he scribbled some notes on his doodle pad and strode toward the podium.
Slinky was busy herding all the toys into place. “Come on, come on! Smaller toys up front!”
Everyone crowded around expectantly as Woody took his place at the podium. A toy tape recorder waddled up beside him.
“Oh, thanks, Mike,” Woody said. He picked up Mike’s microphone and blew. “Hello? Testing, testing. Everybody hear me? Great.”
He glanced down at the notes on his doodle pad.
“Okay. First item today: Has everyone picked a moving buddy?”
All the toys began talking excitedly.
“I didn’t know we were supposed to have one already,” Rex whined.
Mr. Potato Head held up one of his extra plastic arms. “Do we have to hold hands?”
The toys nudged one another and laughed. Woody shook his head. “Oh, yeah. You guys think this is a big joke. We’ve only got one week left before the move. I don’t want any toys left behind. A moving buddy—if you don’t have one, get one!”
Woody looked back at his doodle pad. “All right, next.… Oh, yes. Tuesday night’s Plastic Corrosion Awareness meeting was a big success, and we want to thank Mr. Spell for putting that on for us. Thanks, Mr. Spell.”
“You’re welcome,” the electronic Mr. Spell droned, the words scrolling across his display screen.
Woody stared at his list, stalling. There was no use putting it off any longer. He had bad news. The toys would have to be told.
“Oh, yes. One minor note here.” Woody’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Andy’s birthday party’s been moved to today.” He coughed and shouted, “Next, we have—”
The room exploded into squeaks, squeals, bells, barks, and whistles.
“What do you mean, the party’s today?” Rex exclaimed. “His birthday’s not till next week!” Woody held up his hands. “Well, obviously Andy’s mom wanted to have the party before the move. I’m not worried. You shouldn’t be worried.”
Mr. Potato Head elbowed his way to the front of the crowd, glaring at the sheriff. “Of course Woody ain’t worried!” he cried. “He’s been Andy’s favorite since kindergarten!”
Some of the toys mumbled their agreement.
“Hey! Come on, Potato Head,” Slinky responded, speaking up for his pal. “If Woody says it’s all right, then, well, darn it, it’s good enough for me. Woody has never steered us wrong before.”
Woody jumped down from the podium and walked through the crowd, looking each toy straight in the eye. “Listen, no one’s getting replaced,” he said soothingly. “It doesn’t matter how much we’re played with. What matters is that we’re here for Andy when he needs us. That’s what we’re made for. Right?”
One by one, the whirring, muttering, chiming toys fell silent, feeling at least a little reassured.
Hamm the piggy bank finally broke the silence. “Pardon me,” he called from the window- sill. “I hate to break up the staff meeting, but… THEY’RE HERE! BIRTHDAY GUESTS AT THREE O’CLOCK!”

第 1 章
在年轻的安弟·戴维斯的卧室里,出现了一个穷凶极恶的“歹徒”,需要将他擒住。
一列硬板箱围成了一座安静的西部小城,一群玩具正聚集在其中。突然,“歹徒”来了。
“好了,大家听着,抢劫!”安弟装作是凶恶的“歹徒”——蛋头先生,用粗哑的声音喝道,“通通不许动!”
其他的玩具们小心地排好了位置,站在边上观看。安弟假装让他们都会说话。
安弟拿起他的小猪存钱罐,摇出了许多硬币。他让蛋头先生弯下身子,贪婪地看着这堆钱。他又随手抓起一位瓷娃娃——牧羊女“宝贝”,用尖细的声音模仿宝贝说道:“住手,你这个卑鄙的老土豆!”
“闭嘴,宝贝,要不然我撞死你的绵羊!”蛋头先生怒吼。宝贝的绵羊正无助地站在玩具赛车轨道上,确实危险极了。
“别撞我的羊!来人啊,帮帮忙啊!”宝贝大叫道。
突然,安弟一把抓起了棕发牛仔玩偶——胡迪警长,猛地拉了一下他背后拉绳上闪闪发亮的白色塑料小环,这时,牛仔胸腔内的语音盒子发出了大声而沙哑的录音:“举起手来!”
“我来抓你了,”胡迪对蛋头先生说,“乖乖跟我走吧?”
“你抓不到我的,警长!”蛋头先生大声叫道。“我的战犬在,他装有超强力装置!”
安弟把弹簧狗拉得很长,摆在了蛋头先生面前;然后,他又抓起塑料的霸王龙玩偶抱抱龙,把他放在了弹簧狗的上面。
“是吗?可是我有恐龙,专吃你的超强力狗!进监狱吧!”胡迪警长向蛋头宣告。
安弟的妹妹莫莉在她小床的栏杆后面观看着。小床的一边贴着一块纸板,板上用蜡笔涂着“监狱”的字样。
安弟把蛋头先生扔给了莫莉。莫莉尖叫着咯咯直笑,抓过蛋头,朝床边的栏杆上摔打起来,把蛋头身上的一些部件打散到了地板上。
“今天你又立了一功,胡迪!”说着,安弟又拉了一下警长身后的线。
“你是我最好的搭档,”胡迪回答。安弟飞奔到走廊,把胡迪立在了楼梯栏杆上,猛地一推。胡迪姿势不那么优雅地从栏杆上滑了下来,安弟则欢叫着,噔噔地跑下楼。
“抓到你啦!”安弟在楼梯尽头大喊一声。他把胡迪甩到肩上,在客厅里跑来跑去。接着,他又把胡迪摆到了躺椅的脚凳上,一扳升降把手,便把胡迪弹射了出去。
突然,安弟的眼睛一亮,撇下了摊开手脚倒在沙发上的胡迪,跑向妈妈。“哇!太棒了,妈妈!”
餐厅里的丝绳上拴着五彩的气球,来回飘动,墙上装饰着绉纸彩带,穿过拱道拉着条横幅,上面写着:“安弟生日快乐!”
“搬家前我们能一直留着这些装饰吗?”安弟问妈妈。
“当然可以,我们一直留着,”戴维斯夫人回答。“去吧,把莫莉抱来,你的朋友们马上就来了。”
安弟又到沙发边上抓起了牛仔。“聚会要开始了,胡迪!”
安弟“咚咚”跑回楼上自己的房间。他把胡迪放回到床上,最后又拉了拉警长身后的绳。
“有人在水井里下了毒,”胡迪说。
“快来,莫莉。”安弟伸手把“监狱”里的妹妹抱了出来,然后头也不回,向身后说了声:“回头见,胡迪!”
“砰”的一声,安弟用脚把身后的门踢上。屋子里沉寂了好一会儿。然后牛仔胡迪把帽子往脑后一推,挠了挠额头,坐了起来,接着又皱起了眉头。
“开玩笑吧!”他低声私语。“生日聚会是今天?”
胡迪警长很明白安弟的生日意味着什么:玩具——许许多多的新玩具。他们闪闪发亮。这些还在包装盒里的崭新的玩具完好无损,干干净净,满是希望。胡迪的目光扫视了一圈寂静的屋子。“出来吧,伙伴们,”他开始召集玩具们。“安全了!”
慢慢地,玩具们有的从床底滚了出来,蹒跚来到地板上,有的从玩具箱里跳了出来,有的还从架子上翻滚了下来。他们涌到了地板中间的开阔地,“喋喋”“吱吱”“呱呱”“丁零”声不绝于耳。
蛋头先生一下子坐在圆圆的屁股上,左右摇晃。他面无表情,因为他的五官散落在了屋子的各个角落。他把塑料眼睛、耳朵、鼻子和嘴巴一个个戳进身体各处的洞洞中。然后,蛋头先生走到粉红色的小胖猪存钱罐前,小猪正把一枚硬币弹进自己的投币孔里呢。“嘿,火腿!看我像不像毕加索!”
蛋头把五官全安错了位置,样子特搞怪,就像毕加索的画一样。可是火腿盯着蛋头看了看,眼睛眨了眨,说了声:“看不懂。”
“哎,没文化的笨猪!”蛋头厌烦地叹口气说道,然后又把他的五官摆正。
胡迪高高地坐在安弟的床垫上,问一个站在靠床的桌上值勤的绿色塑料士兵:“嘿,队长。看见弹簧狗了吗?”
“没有看见,长官!”中士直挺挺地敬了个礼回答道。
“好的,谢谢。稍息。”胡迪从床上跳下,稳稳着地,棕色皮靴上的马刺儿“当啷”作响。“嘿,弹簧狗?”
床底下发出“哐”的一声金属响动,接着两只爪子从床单边缘的底下推出了一个跳棋盘。胡迪的密友弹簧狗走了出来,开始摆棋子。
“这次我走红的,”弹簧狗说。
胡迪摇摇头:“不,弹簧狗。”
“好吧,你走红的。”
“不,现在不下棋,弹簧狗!”胡迪又摇摇头。“我得到了一些坏消息。”
“坏消息?” 弹簧狗尖声问道。
胡迪一把捂住弹簧狗的嘴,看看周围。附近有几个玩具正侧着脑袋,想听听有什么八卦。胡迪拉着弹簧狗走开了几步。
“把大伙儿都召集起来,开个全体大会——开心点儿!”胡迪小声吩咐道。
“明白了,”弹簧狗强作笑容,拖着脚步走到了房间的另一边。
胡迪走向床头时,听到有类似扫地的“嗖嗖”声,低头一看,是玩具小蛇和一个闪闪发亮的玩具机器人。
“各位,全体大会,”胡迪说,接着又补充道:“小青蛇、机器人,准备讲台。”
尽管他们咕哝了几句,可还是从床下爬了出来,过去干活了。
几步之外,胡迪警长听到了“吱吱”声,他笑了笑。四四方方的玩具神奇画板上的按钮正在练习快速作画。“嘿,神奇画板!”胡迪喊了声,“拔(画)枪!”胡迪飞速抬手去摸空空的手枪皮套。但是已经晚了。
神奇画板在竞赛中获胜,骄傲地展示着他在灰色画板上画的手枪。
“你又赢了,神奇画板!”胡迪嬉笑道。
“你一直在练习吧,都成西部最快的枪手了!”胡迪拍拍画板红色塑料边框的一角,然后朝讲台位置走去,小青蛇和机器人正忙着用几块积木和锡人玩具盒子搭建讲台呢。
胡迪点头以示赞同。会议马上就要开始了,最好能把发言要点列个单子。
“喂,我的那啥在哪儿——嘿,谁把我的记事本扔到这儿了?”他走过去把本子捡了起来。
突然,在他身后——
“啊——!”
胡迪漫不经心地回过头去:“噢,你好,抱抱龙。”
抱抱龙是塑料霸王龙,但不是面目凶狠的那种,他把小爪子紧握在胸前,满怀希望地笑道,“老实说,我吓到你了吗?”
胡迪咬咬嘴唇,清了一下嗓子:“差一点就被你吓到了。”
抱抱龙轻叹了口气,跟在胡迪后面朝讲台走去。“我就是想要变得凶一点儿,”他解释说,“但就是没有感觉。我是不是变得越来越讨人厌了?”
胡迪刚想说些什么,脖子突然被一根牧羊拐杖钩住。拐杖猛地一拉,他便到了满脸微笑的宝贝跟前,鼻子对鼻子。“噢……你好呀,宝贝。”
苗条的牧羊女眨了眨蓝汪汪的眼睛,说道:“我来谢谢你,胡迪,谢谢你救了我的绵羊。”
胡迪脸一红:“噢,噢——这没什么。”
宝贝甜甜地一笑,柔声地说:“今晚我请别人来照看我的羊群,怎么样啊?”胡迪惊讶地吸了口气。
宝贝用手杖指了指装饰灯基的几块字母积木,接着说:
“别忘了,我离你可不远。”牧羊女轻轻一摆手,便大步走过那一小堆积木,走向讲台。
胡迪的心怦怦乱跳,像玩偶匣里的玩偶一样。他摇摇头,清醒了一下,又环顾了下四周。正事要紧,他快速在记事本上写下了几条,阔步走向讲台。
弹簧狗正忙着让玩具们就位。“快点,快点!小个子到前面!”
大家围拢在一起,充满期待。胡迪在讲台上站好。一个玩具录音机蹒跚着来到胡迪旁边。
“噢,多谢,迈克。”胡迪拾起迈克的话筒,轻轻吹了吹气。“喂,喂?试音,试音。大家能听到吗?很好。”
胡迪低头扫了一眼记事本。
“好了。今天的第一项议题:大家都找到搬家伙伴了吗?”
所有的玩具都兴奋地讨论起来。
“我可不知道我们还要找个搬家伙伴,”抱抱龙抱怨道。
蛋头先生一只手举起了自己的另一只塑料胳膊,问道:“我们还要手拉手吗?”
玩具们你推推我,我挤挤你,哈哈大笑。胡迪摇摇头。“好吧,你们觉得很好笑吗?我们只有一周时间就要搬家了。我可不想谁落下。谁还没有搬家伙伴,抓紧找一个!”
胡迪又看了一下记事本。“好了,下一项是……对了。周二晚上的‘塑料老化问题’大会非常成功。我们要感谢拼字先生,他非常努力。谢谢您,拼字先生。”
“不用谢!”电动拼字先生“嗡嗡”地答道,他的显示屏上也同时滚动着“不用谢”三个字。
胡迪盯着本子,迟疑了一会儿。不能再往后拖了,应该告诉玩具们这条坏消息了。
“噢,好了。还有一条小通知。”胡迪把嗓音压到极低。“小主人安弟的生日聚会提前到了今天。”他咳嗽了一下,开始大喊,“下面我们要——”
房间里玩具们突然乱作一团,“吱吱”“嘎嘎”“汪汪”“叮当”,尖叫声、口哨声连续不断。
“什么意思,聚会提前到今天?”抱抱龙大声说,“下周才是他的生日!”胡迪举起双手,“好的,很明显,安弟的妈妈想在搬家前办聚会。我不发愁,你们也不应该担心。”
蛋头先生挤开一条路,走到了最前面,眼睛盯着警长,大声说:“胡迪你当然不必担心,自从安弟上幼儿园起,你可一直是他最喜欢的玩具!”
有些玩具咕哝着表示同意。
“喂,算了吧,蛋头,”弹簧狗开始替朋友说话了,“如果胡迪认为不必担心,那好,我绝对没问题。胡迪从没有把咱们带错路吧。”
胡迪一下从讲台上跳下来,走到他们中间,扫视着每一个玩具的眼睛。“听着,大家都不会被取代,”他安慰着玩具们。“安弟和我们玩了多久,这不重要。重要的是,只要他需要,我们都能在他身边。这就是我们存在的目的,对吧?”
玩具们感到了一丝安心,不再“呼呼”“咕哝”和“叮当”了,一个个安静了下来。
最后,小猪存钱罐火腿打破了寂静。“抱歉,各位,”他在窗台上说,“我不想打断大会,但是……(他大声喊)小客人们已经到了!才三点钟啊,就都来了!”
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