Dark, crowded. Toys crammed together. Light seeps in.
Nervous, backstage jitters. They speak in HUSHED TONES.
MRS. POTATO HEAD
Wait -- I can’t find my other eye!
HAMM
Someone’s foot is in my face...
MR. POTATO HEAD
It’s mine! Give it back!
ALIENS
You saved our lives! We are eternally grateful!
Potato Head groans. Buzz sits by the rim. Jessie climbs up.
JESSIE
Buzz, mind if I squeeze in next to ya?!
BUZZ
Yes! No! I mean...! Why would I mind?! Squeezing next to... You!
He laughs, nervous. She grins. Finally, he turns away.
BUZZ (CONT'D)
Is it hot in here?
REX (O.S.)
Here they come!
The Toys clamber to the rim and gaze out.
POV -- SARGE and two ARMY MEN slip in the room, dragging
something in a gym sock.
The Army Men arrive at the chest. Woody peers down.
WOODY
Sarge! You got it...?!
SARGE
Mission accomplished!
The Toys are thrilled. The Army Men hoist the sock up.
WOODY
Careful...! Careful!!!
Buzz turns the sock upside-down. A cell phone slides out.
Toys gather around.
WOODY (CONT'D)
All right, guys. We got one shot at this. Everyone ready?
JESSIE
We’re ready, Woody! Let’s do it!
WOODY
Buzz -- make the call.
Buzz flips open his wrist cover. A phone number is written
inside. Jessie pulls out a cordless phone, leans close to
Buzz. Buzz chuckles, nervous. Jessie dials the phone.
Woody tosses the cell phone to Rex.
Jessie gets to the last digit, hits it. Silence.
Suddenly, the cell phone RINGS. Rex yelps.
Buzz, Jessie and Woody peer over the rim. FOOTSTEPS on the
stairs.
BUZZ
Target is on approach.
Woody’s eyes are fixed on the door.
WOODY
Just like we rehearsed it, guys...
The door opens. ANDY enters but we only SEE his jean-clad
legs. He scans the room, zeroes in on the toy chest.
He lifts the lid REVEALING...
Andy is a teenager. His hair is long and his voice deep,
but he has the same kind face. He looks down, puzzled.
The Toys lie, lifeless, amid sports equipment and clothing.
The phone RINGS again. Andy’s hand rummages.
Woody hugs the cordless as Andy’s fingers pass by and find
the cell phone.
He pulls it out. The phone is stuck in Rex’s arms. Andy
pulls. Rex clings. Andy finally yanks the phone loose.
ANDY
Hello...?
CLOSE ON -- Woody, holding the phone. He closes his eyes.
ANDY (ON PHONE) (CONT'D)
Hello...?! Anyone there?
Andy hangs up, turns.
ANDY (CONT'D)
Molly, stay outta my room!
MOLLY (O.S.)
I wasn’t in your room!
Andy scoffs, looks down at Rex in his hand. Rex lies
frozen, smiling -- eager to be played with.
Andy drops Rex in the box, shuts the lid, heads out.
ANDY
Then who was messing with my stuff?
MOLLY (O.S.)
It wasn’t me...!
He departs, closing the door -- CLICK.
CREAK -- Woody and Buzz push the chest open, share a look.
The other Toys climb out.
MR. POTATO HEAD
Well, that went well!
They spill out onto the floor. The room has changed --
rock posters, guitar, skateboard, other teen detritus.
REX
He held me! He actually held me!
HAMM
Oh, this is just sad.
MR. POTATO HEAD
Who are we kiddin’? The kid’s seventeen years old!
Woody and Buzz jump down, exchange a glance. Buzz nods.
Woody waves his arms.
WOODY
Guys, hey, hold up! We need a staff meeting! Everyone? A staff meeting!
GROANS of boredom.
HAMM
Not again...!
WOODY
Oh, come on! Slink? Gather everyone up!
SLINKY
Uh... We are gathered, Woody!
The Toy Community is a lot smaller. Woody rolls with it.
WOODY
Okay. First off -- we all knew Operation Playtime was a long shot...
MR. POTATO HEAD
More like a misfire!
WOODY
...But we’ve always said this job isn’t about getting played with. It’s about...
JESSIE
...Being there for Andy. We know.
REX
But we can try again, right?
Woody looks at all of them. He shakes his head.
WOODY
I’m callin’ it, guys. We’re closin’ up shop.
Gasps. Everyone is crushed by this news.
WOODY (CONT'D)
Andy’s going to college any day now... That was our last shot.
Mrs. Potato Head begins to sniffle. Buzz steps forward.
BUZZ
We’re going into Attic Mode, folks. Keep your accessories with you at all times -- spare parts, batteries... Anything you need for an orderly transition.
Potato Head steps up.
MR. POTATO HEAD
“Orderly?” Don’t you get it?! We’re done! Finished! Over the hill!
WOODY
Hey, hey, now come on, guys! We all knew this day was coming!
Buzz, in FOREGROUND, sees something off-screen, frowns.
POV -- Sarge and the Army Men climb up onto Andy’s desk.
The other Toys keep arguing.
HAMM (O.C.)
Yeah, but now its here!
WOODY (O.C.)
Look, every toy goes through this! No one wants to see their kid leave!
BUZZ
Hey! Sarge! What are you doing?!
Everyone turns. Sarge and his last two Soldiers climb to
the window sill.
SARGE
War’s over, folks. Me ‘n the boys are movin’ on.
WOODY
Moving on...?!
BUZZ
You’re going AWOL?!
SARGE
We done our duty. Andy’s grown up.
SOLDIER ONE
And let’s face it -- when the trash bags come out, we Army guys are the first to go.
BUZZ
Trash bags...?!
WOODY
Who said anything about trash bags?
SARGE
It has been an honor serving with you. Good luck, folks.
Sarge straps in tandem with Soldier One. They leap. Their
parachute opens and the wind carries them off.
SOLDIER TWO
You’re gonna need it...!
He jumps and flies off too. The Toys are stunned.
WOODY
No, no... Wait...! Wait! Wait!!!
REX
We’re getting thrown away?!
WOODY
No! No one’s getting thrown away!
MR. POTATO HEAD
How do you know?!
Jessie begins to panic.
JESSIE
We’re being abandoned...!
BUZZ
We’ll be fine, Jessie!
HAMM
So why did Sarge leave?!
MRS. POTATO HEAD
Should we leave?!
SLINKY
I thought we were goin’ to the attic!
REX
Oh, I hate all this uncertainty...!
Woody turns, waves his arms.
WOODY
Whoa, whoa! Hold on! Quiet!!! No one’s getting thrown out, okay?! We’re all still here, aren’t we?!
(beat)
I mean, yeah, we’ve lost friends along the way -- Wheezy and Etch and...
REX
Bo Peep...?
Woody nods, stoic.
WOODY
Even... Even Bo. All good toys who’ve gone on to new owners. But through every yard sale, every spring cleaning, Andy held on to us. He must care about us or we wouldn’t be here. You wait -- Andy’s gonna tuck us in the attic. It’ll be safe and warm...
BUZZ
...And we’ll all be together.
WOODY
Exactly. There’s games up there, and books... And, and...
BUZZ
The race-car track...
WOODY
The race-car track. Thank you!
SLINKY
And the old TV...!
WOODY
There you go -- the old TV! And those guys from the Christmas decorations box! They’re fun, right?
The Toys shrug, MURMUR in semi-agreement. Woody softens.
WOODY (CONT'D)
And someday -- if we’re lucky -- Andy may have kids of his own...
REX
And he’ll play with us then, right?
Woody looks at Rex, unable to say “yes”.
WOODY
We’ll always be there for him.
BUZZ
Come on, guys! Let’s get our parts together, get ready, and go out on a high note.
The Toys disperse.
MRS. POTATO HEAD
I’d better find my other eye...
MR. POTATO HEAD
Where’d ya leave it this time?
She puts a hand over her empty eye socket.
MRS. POTATO HEAD
Someplace dark. And dusty!
Hamm turns to Rex.
HAMM
C’mon. Let’s see how much we’re goin’ for on eBay...
Woody watches as the Toys trudge off.
WOODY
Don’t worry. Andy’s gonna take care of us. I guarantee it.
ON THE DRESSER
Woody climbs up, surveys the room -- posters, guitar, textbooks. He turns to a cork board where Andy’s high school graduation photo is pinned. He lifts it to find...
A SNAPSHOT shows an eight-year-old Andy wearing a cowboy
hat and posing with Woody and Buzz and all of Andy’s toys.
Woody gazes at the halcyon past he can never return to.
Buzz steps up behind him.
BUZZ
You guarantee it, huh...?
WOODY
I dunno, Buzz. What else could I say?
BUZZ
Whatever happens, at least we’ll be together.
CLOSE ON -- The SNAPSHOT of young Andy.
WOODY (O.C.)
For Infinity and Beyond...
FOOTSTEPS on the stairs. Woody and Buzz turn.
MOLLY (O.S.)
Can I have your stereo?
ANDY (O.S.)
No!
MOLLY (O.S.)
Why not?
ANDY (O.S.)
‘Cause I’m taking it with me!
The Toys scramble back into the toy chest. Andy enters
with Molly close behind.
MOLLY
Can I have your computer?
ANDY
No!
MOLLY
Your video games?
ANDY
Forget it, Molly!
Molly sighs, walks off. Andy starts typing on his laptop.
Andy’s Mom enters carrying cardboard boxes and trash bags.
MOM
Okay, Andy, let’s get to work here. Anything you’re not taking to college either goes in the attic, or it’s trash.
She picks up a box and writes “College” in magic marker.
Andy stares at his computer.
ANDY
Mom, I’m not leaving ‘til Friday!
MOM
C’mon -- it’s garbage day.
ANDY
Mom...!
She picks up his skateboard, puts it in the “College” box.
MOM
Look, it’s simple: Skateboard? College. Little league trophy? Probably attic. Apple core? Trash. You can do the rest.
She tosses an apple core in a trash bag, hands it to Andy.
Molly opens the Toy Chest.
MOLLY
Why do you still have these Toys?
ANDY
Molly, out of my room...!
MOLLY
Three more days and it’s mine...!
She strides out the door.
MOM
Molly, you’re not off the hook either!
THE TOY CHEST
The Toys watch as Mom picks up a box, enters Molly’s room.
MOM (CONT'D)
You have more toys than you know what to do with. Some of ‘em could make other kids really happy...
MOLLY
What kids...?
MOM
The children at the day care. They’re always asking for donations.
Rex whispers.
REX
What’s “day care”?
WOODY
Shhh...!!!
Mom writes SUNNYSIDE on the box. Molly pouts.
MOLLY
But, Mom...
MOM
No “buts”. You choose the toys you wanna donate. I’ll drop ‘em off at Sunnyside.
Mom leaves. Molly sighs -- Moms! -- surveys the room. She
picks up a xylophone, a Magic 8-Ball, puts them in the box.
She picks up her old Barbie.
MOLLY POV -- Barbie smiles, desperately eager to please.
Molly, indifferent, tosses Barbie into the box, then buries
her face in a “Teen” magazine.
THE TOY CHEST
Across the hall, the Toys react.
JESSIE
Poor Barbie...!
HAMM
I get the Corvette.