Son of a building block!It's Woody! He's in the psycho's bedroom! Woody? Boy, am I glad to...

Mr. Potato Head: [noticing Woody calling from Sid's house] Son of a building block!It's Woody! Hamm: He's in the psycho's bedroom! Bo Peep: Woody? Woody: Boy, am I glad to see you guys! Slinky Dog: I knew you'd come back! Bo Peep: What are you doing over there? Woody: It's a long story, I'll explain later. Here! Catch this! [Woody throws a string of Christmas lights across to Andy's window, which Slinky grabs successfully] Slinky Dog: I got it! Woody: Good going Slink! Now tie it onto something! Mr. Potato Head: Wait, I have a better idea! How about we don't? [snatches the lights off Slinky] Slinky Dog: Hey! Bo Peep: Potato Head! Mr. Potato Head: Did you all take those Stupid Pills this morning? Have you forgotten what he did to Buzz? [the other toys shake their head] Mr. Potato Head: And now you wanna let him back over here? Woody: No, no. You got it all wrong Potato Head. Buzz is fine. Buzz is right here. He's with me. Mr. Potato Head: You are a liar! Woody: No i'm not! [calling to Buzz] Woody: Buzz, come over here and tell the nice toy's that you're not dead! Woody: Just a sec. Woody: [walks back into Sid's room and calls over to Buzz] Buzz, will you get up here and gimme a hand? [Buzz throws his broken-off arm to Woody] Woody: Ha-ha, ha-ha. That's real funny. THIS IS SERIOUS!

-What is it? -Can you see it? -What the heck is up there? -Woody, who's up there with ya? -(COUGHING) -SLINKY: Woody? -What are you doing under the bed? -Uh, nothin'. Uh, nothin'. I'm sure Andy was just a little excited, that's all. Too much cake and ice cream, I suppose. It's just a mistake! Well, that mistake is sitting in your spot, Woody. (CHUCKLES) -(GASPS) Have you been replaced? -What did I tell you earlier? No one is getting replaced. Now, let's all be polite and give whatever it is up there a nice, big Andy's-room welcome. (GULPS) (HEAVY BREATHING) -(BUZZES) -Buzz Lightyear to Star Command. Come in, Star Command. -(BUZZES) -Star Command, come in. Do you read me? Why don't they answer? (GASPS) My ship! Blast! This'll take weeks to repair. Buzz Lightyear mission log, stardate 4-0-7-2. My ship has run off course en route to sector 1 2. I've crash-landed on a strange planet. The impact must've awoken me from hypersleep. Terrain seems a bit unstable. No readout yet if the air is breathable. And there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere. -Hello! -(KARATE YELL) (SCREAMS) Whoa! H-Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! -Did I frighten you? Didn't mean to. -(BUZZlNG) -Sorry. Howdy. My name is Woody. -(BUZZlNG CONTlNUES) And this is Andy's room. That's all I wanted to say. And also, there has been a bit of a mix-up. This is my spot, see, the bed here. Local law enforcement. It's about time you got here. I'm Buzz Lightyear, Space Ranger, Universe Protection Unit. My ship has crash-landed here by mistake. Yes, it is a mistake because, you see, the bed here is my spot. I need to repair my turbo boosters. Do you people still use fossil fuel, or have you discovered crystallic fusion?