Toy Story 2

Buzz Lightyear mission log.

All signs point to this planet as the location of Zurg's fortress,

but there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere.

Come to me, my prey.

To infinity and beyond!

So, we meet again, Buzz Lightyear, for the last time.

Not today, Zurg!

-No, no, no, no. -Oh, you almost had him.

-I'm never gonna defeat Zurg! -Sure, you will, Rex.

In fact, you're a better Buzz than I am.

But look at my little arms!

I can't press the "fire" button and jump at the same time!

Where is it? Where is it?

-Woody? -Huh?

Ooh.

Hang on, cowboy!

-Woody, are you all right? - Oh. Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine, Buzz. Okay. Here's your list of things to do while I'm gone.

Batteries need to be changed.

Toys in the bottom of the chest need to be rotated.

Oh, and make sure everyone attends Mr. Spell's seminar

on what to do if you or a part of you is swallowed.

Okay? Okay. Good. Okay.

Woody, you haven't found your hat yet, have you?

No! And Andy's leaving for cowboy camp any minute,

and I can't find it anywhere!

Don't worry, Woody. In just a few hours,

you'll be sitting around a campfire with Andy making delicious, hot "sch'moes."

-They're called s'mores, Buzz. -Right. Right. Of course.

Has anyone found Woody's hat yet?

Keep looking, men. Dig deeper! Negatory. Still searching.

The lawn gnome next door says it's not in the yard, but he'll keep lookin'.

It's not in Molly's room. We've looked everywhere.

-I found it. -You found my hat?

Your hat? No. The missus lost her earring.

-Oh, my little sweet potato! -Oh, you found it!

Oh, it's so nice

to have a big, strong spud around the house.

-Ooh! -Oh, great. That's just great.

This'll be the first year I miss cowboy camp, all because of my stupid hat!

-Woody, look under your boot. -Don't be silly.

-My hat is not under my boot. -Would you just look?

No hat. Just the word "Andy."

Uh-huh. And the boy who wrote that

would take you to camp with or without your hat.

I'm sorry, Bo.

It's just that I've been lookin' forward to this all year.

It's my one time with just me and Andy.

You're cute when you care.

-Bo, not in front of Buzz. - Let him look.

Miss Peep, your sheep!

This is Al from Al's Toy Barn,

-and I'm sittin' on good deals. -Whoa!

Ow! I think I'm feeIing a deal hatching right now.

Whoa! Let's see what we got. We got boats for a buck, Beanies for a buck...

-Turn it off! Someone's gonna hear! -Which one is off?

Buck, buck, buck! And that's cheap, cheap, cheap!

So hurry on down...

For cryin' out loud, it's this one.

-I despise that chicken. -Fellas! Fellas!

Okay, I got some good news, and I got some bad news.

What news?

The good news is I found your hat, Woody.

My hat! Slink, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

-Where'd you find it? -Well, that's the bad news.

Oh, it's Buster!

Canine alert! Man your battle stations!

Let's move, move, move!

Woody! Hide! Quick!

Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay! You found me!

Buster, all right.

Hey, how did he do, Hamm?

-Looks like a new record. -Okay, boy. Sit.

Reach for the sky.

Gotcha!

Great job, boy.

Who's gonna miss me while I'm gone, huh?

Who's gonna miss me?

Who's gonna miss me?

Andy, you got all your stuff?

Have a good weekend, everybody. I'll see you Sunday night.

It's in my room.

Stick 'em up.

I guess we'll work on that later.

Hey, Woody. Ready to go to cowboy camp?

Andy, honey, come on. Five minutes, and we're leavin'.

Five minutes. Hmm.

Help, help! Somebody help me!

Let her go, evil Dr. Pork Chop!

Never!

You must choose, Sheriff Woody. How shall she die?

Shark, or death by monkeys?

Choose!

I choose Buzz Lightyear!

What? That's not a choice!

To infinity and beyond!

-I'll save you, Miss Peep. -My hero.

Thanks, Buzz. No problem, buddy.

You should never tangle with the unstoppable duo

of Woody and Buzz Lightyear!

Oh, no.

Andy, let's go! Molly's already in her car seat.

-But, Mom, Woody's arm ripped. -Oh, no.

-Maybe we can fix him on the way. -No, just leave him.

I'm sorry, honey, but you know toys don't last forever.

-What happened? -Woody's been shelved.

Andy!

Woody?

Woody? Honey, are you okay?

Yee-haw! Ride 'em, cowboy!

He's back? Hey, everybody! Andy's back!

He's back early from cowboy camp!

Places, everybody! Andy's coming!

Yeah!

Hey, Woody! Did you miss me?

Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap. Ride 'em, cowboy!

Ohh. I forgot. You're broken.

I don't wanna play with you anymore.

No, Andy! No. No, Andy! No!

Andy. Andy.

Bye, Woody.

No! No! Andy!

Wheezy, is that you?

-Hey, Woody. -What are you doing up here?

I thought Mom took you to get your squeaker fixed months ago.

-Andy was so upset. -Nah.

She just told him that to calm him down

and then put me on the shelf.

-Why didn't you yell for help? -Well, I tried squeakin'.

But I'm still broken. No one could hear me.

Besides, the dust aggravates my condition.

What's the point in prolonging the inevitable?

We're all just one stitch away from here to there.

Yard sale? Yard sale!

Yard sale! Guys, wake up, wake up! There's a yard sale outside!

-Yard sale? -Sarge, emergency roll call!

Sir, yes, sir! Red alert!

All civilians fall in position now! Single file! Let's move, move, move!

-Hamm? -Here.

-Potato Head, Mr. and Mrs.? Here.

Troikas. Check, check, check, check, check.

I hate yard sales!

Someone's coming!

Okay. Let's see what's up here.

Bye, Woody.

Wheezy! Think, think, Woody. Think, think, think.

Ooh...

Hey. Here, boy. Here, Buster!

Up here! No, no, no, no, no, no!

Okay, boy. To the yard sale! Hyah!

What's goin' on? He's nuts.

His arm ain't that bad.

Don't do it, Woody! We love you!

Careful on the steps, now.

Okay, boy. Let's go. And keep it casual.

Not that casual.

Piggy bank coming through, coming through.

Is he out there? There he is.

He's getting in the box!

He's sellin' himself for 25 cents!

Woody, you're worth more than that.

Hold on. Hold on. He's got something.

-It's Wheezy! Wheezy?

Hey, it's not suicide. It's a rescue.

Good boy, Buster. Hold still. There. There you go, pal.

-Bless you, Woody. -All right, now.

Back to Andy's room. Hyah!

Way to go, cowboy.

Golly bob howdy! -Woody, I'm slipping!

Mommy... Mommy, look! Look at this!

-Mommy, look! It's a cowboy dolly! -Hey, that's not her toy!

What's that little gal think she's doin'?

Mommy, Mommy, can we get it? Please? Mommy, please?

Oh, honey. You don't want that toy. It's broken.

VOlCE BOX: There's a snake in my boot.

Original hand-painted face. Natural-dyed, blanket-stitched vest!

Little rip. Fixable. Oh, if only you had your hand-stitched, polyvinyl...

A hat! I found him!

I found him! I found him!

Buster! Quiet down!

-Excuse me. Can I help you? -Yes.

You can help take his paws off my pal.

I'll give you 50 cents for all this junk.

-Oh, now, how did this get down here? Hand her the sheriff.

Nice and easy.

-$5. -I'm sorry. It's an old family toy.

Nowjust walk away.

-Wait. -The other way.

-I'll give you 50 bucks for it. -50 bucks ain't bad.

It's not for sale. -Everything's for sale.

-Or trade. You like my watch? -Sorry.

-He's safe. Way to go Andy's mom! -She showed him!

Molly, don't touch that, sweetie.

Yeah. Go home, Mr. Fancy Car.

Hold on. What's up?

What is it, Buzz?

What's happening?

What's he doing?

I can't watch! Can someone cover my eyes?

He's stealin' Woody! What? He can't take Woody.