Free Toy Story 3 by Disney Digital Books Page B

watched as Molly picked up her Barbie doll and studied her sweet, smiling face. With a shrug, Molly tossed the Barbie into the box, too.
    “Poor Barbie!” Jessie whispered.
    “I get the Corvette,” said Hamm.
    Andy’s mom walked back into his room. He was still typing away on the computer. “Andy, come on—what are you going to do with these toys?” She opened the toy box. “Should we donate them to Sunnyside?”
    “No,” Andy replied.
    “Maybe sell them online?” Mrs. Davis suggested.
    Andy rolled his eyes. “Mom, no one’s gonna want those old toys,” he said. “They’re junk!”
    Junk? The word hit Andy’s toys like a slap. They’d always thought of themselves as Andy’s friends .
    “Fine, you have till Friday,” Andy’s mom told him. “Anything that’s not packed for college or in the attic is getting thrown out.”
    Once his mother had left the room, Andy closed his laptop with a sigh. He walked over to the toy box and looked down at all his old toys.
    Andy grabbed a trash bag and snapped it open. He picked up Rex and stuffed him into the bag. In went the Potato Heads. Jessie. Bullseye. Slinky. The Aliens. Andy uncorked Hamm and emptied the change onto his desk before shoving the piggy bank in with the rest.
    Then Andy came to Buzz and Woody. He paused for a moment, looking from one to the other. Finally, he dropped Woody into the box marked COLLEGE . He dropped Buzz into the garbage bag and headed for the door.
    Buzz landed on top of the pile of toys. He couldn’t believe it! Andy had just thrown him away!
    “What’s happening?” Rex cried.
    “We’re getting thrown out! That’s what!” Mr. Potato Head snapped.
    Woody jumped out of the COLLEGE box and raced after Andy. He couldn’t let his friends get thrown away!
    Andy walked into the hall and stopped. Woody hid behind the door frame and watched as Andy reached up and pulled down a trapdoor that released a ladder in the hall’s ceiling. Woody sighed with relief. Andy was taking his friends to the attic after all!
    Just then, Molly came out of her room, carrying the heavy box of toys she was donating.
    “You need a hand?” Andy asked his sister. Setting down the garbage bag, he took the box from Molly and helped her carry it down the stairs.
    Inside the garbage bag, the toys were all talking at once. “I can’t breathe!” Jessie gasped.
    “Quiet!” Buzz commanded. “What’s that sound?”
    They heard a faint creak. The spring-loaded ladder to the attic was folding back up into the ceiling. It knocked over the bag of toys.
    Woody gasped. He hurried into the hall to help his friends. But at that moment, Andy’s mom came around the corner. She was carrying a full garbage bag in each hand.
    Woody ducked back into Andy’s room.
    Mrs. Davis tripped over the garbage bag full of toys lying in the hallway. She looked down. “Andy?” she called, annoyed. When there was no answer, she scooped up the bag and carried it downstairs with the rest of the garbage.
    “That’s not trash!” Woody cried. He ran to the window and saw Andy’s mom drop the bag at the curb, right next to the trash cans.
    At that moment, a garbage truck rumbled up the street. I have to help them! Woody thought desperately. He grabbed a pair of scissors from the desk and slipped them into his holster. Then he ran to the windowsill and jumped toward the drainpipe. He hit the gutter instead and tumbled head over heels into the bushes.
    Inside the bag, the toys were terrified.
    “We’re on the curb!” Jessie shouted.
    “There’s gotta be a way out!” Buzz insisted. They pulled at the plastic with all their might, but the bag was too strong. They couldn’t tear it open.
    “Oh, Andy doesn’t want us!” Mr. Potato Head groaned. “What’s the point?”
    “Point . . . ,” Buzz repeated, thinking hard. “Point— POINT!” He looked down at Rex’s pointy tail. He had an idea!
    “I can hear the garbage truck!” Rex cried, his voice quivering with fear.