Free Toy Story 3 by Disney Digital Books

“O kay, places, everyone. Get in position,” Woody the cowboy said in a hushed voice.
    The toys shifted around nervously. It was dark inside Andy’s toy box, but a sliver of light crept in through the slightly open lid.
    Woody glanced at his best friend, Buzz Lightyear, a space ranger toy. Woody and Buzz had come up with the plan—and now they just hoped it would work. This was the toys’ last chance, and they all knew it.
    “There they are!” Rex clapped his tiny plastic tyrannosaurus hands as Sarge and two small Green Army Men trooped into Andy’s room. They were dragging a gym sock behind them.
    “Mission accomplished!” Sarge called as he and his soldiers hoisted the sock up to Buzz. The space ranger pulled it over the edge of the toy box.
    Buzz turned the sock upside down. A cell phone slid out. The toys gathered around it.
    “Everyone ready?” Woody asked.
    “We’re ready, Woody!” Jessie answered. “Let’s do it!” The red-haired cowgirl flashed a smile.
    “Okay.” Woody nodded. “Make the call.”
    Buzz flipped open the cover of his wrist communicator. The number of Andy’s cell phone was written there. Jessie pulled out the cordless phone they’d swiped from the kitchen earlier that day. She punched in Andy’s number.
    Woody tossed the cell phone to Rex as it started to ring. The toys held their breath. They heard footsteps on the stairs! Coming up the hall! Now the footsteps were right outside the door!
    “Target is on approach,” Buzz murmured.
    “Just like we rehearsed it, guys,” Woody said, lowering the toy box lid.
    The door creaked as Andy entered the room. The toys could hear him shuffling around, looking for his phone. Suddenly, light flooded the toys’ eyes as the lid of the toy box opened. Andy peered down. The toys lay frozen, smiling up at him with eager faces. All they wanted was for Andy to play with them.
    The trouble was, Andy wasn’t a kid anymore. He was a six-foot-tall teenager with shaggy hair. But the toys still hoped for one more playtime. It had been so long!
    Andy rummaged through the box, searching for his phone. At last he found it, stuck between Rex’s arms. Andy picked up the dinosaur and pulled the phone free.
    “Hello?” Andy said into the phone. “Hello? Anyone there?”
    No answer. With a shrug, Andy hung up. “Molly, stay out of my room!” he shouted at his little sister.
    “I wasn’t in your room!” she shouted back from down the hall.
    Andy rolled his eyes, then looked down at Rex, who was still in his hand.
    The toys watched eagerly. Was this it? Was their plan going to work?
    Andy dropped Rex back into the toy box. He shut the lid and left the room.
    The toys were heartbroken. “Well, that went well,” Mr. Potato Head said sarcastically as they all spilled out into Andy’s room.
    “He actually held me!” Rex shouted, hopping up and down with joy.
    “Aw, who are we kidding?” Mr. Potato Head moaned.
    “We aren’t ever getting played with,” Slinky said, shaking his head sadly.
    Deep down, Woody knew they were right. He glanced at Buzz, who nodded.
    “I’m calling it, guys,” Woody told his friends. “Andy’s going to college any day now. That was our last shot.”
    “We’re going into Attic Mode, folks,” Buzz explained, stepping up next to Woody.
    The toys gasped. Then they all began to argue. No one wanted to go into the attic.
    “Hey, hey, now, come on, guys.” Woody held up his hands. “We all knew this day was coming. Every toy goes through this. No one wants to see their kid grow up and leave.”
    “Hey! Sarge!” Buzz called out suddenly. “What are you doing?”
    The toys all turned. Sarge and his soldiers were up on the windowsill. “War’s over, folks,” said Sarge. “Me and the boys are moving on.”
    “You’re going AWOL?” Buzz looked stunned. The army guys were deserting them?
    “We’ve done our duty,” Sarge said. “Andy’s grown up.”
    “And let’s face it,” a soldier added. “When the