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toys fell back. Buzz hopped onto the handle as the toy zoomed forward.
    The push toy hit a table, launching Buzz into the air. Overhead was a long clothesline that held children’s artwork. Buzz grabbed the line, sending paintings flying. He zipped down the line. When he reached the end, he bounced off a broom handle, opened his wings, and soared to the transom.
    “He did it!” Rex cried.
    “Way to go, Buzz!” Jessie cheered as Buzz unwound a piece of yarn he’d brought with him. He tossed it down to his friends.
    They all held tight to one end of the yarn. Tying the other end around his waist, Buzz was just about to use it to climb down into the hall when he heard voices. He paused.
    “You think they had a fun playtime?” Chunk, a rock monster toy, said as he swaggered down the hall. He was with Twitch, the action figure with the fly’s head.
    “Shhh!” Twitch said. “They might hear you.”
    Buzz frowned. Down the hall, Ken and Barbie were saying goodnight at the door of the Butterfly Room. The two action figures pulled Ken away.
    “Come on, Romeo,” Twitch said. “We’re late.”
    Ken and the tough toys disappeared into the darkened teachers’ lounge.
    Quietly, Buzz climbed down to the floor. He untied the yarn from his waist and hurried after them.
    Ken, Twitch, and Chunk walked over to a vending machine. Ken opened a flap in the bottom and they went inside.
    Buzz followed them. Inside the machine, he saw Twitch, Chunk, Ken, Stretch the rubber octopus toy, and Sparks the robot. They were all clustered around a table, playing games and betting with play money, batteries, and other trinkets. Buzz hid in the shadows, watching.
    “Hey, what do you guys think of the new recruits?” Ken asked as the toys placed wagers. “Any keepers?”
    “Chuck ’em in the landfill,” Stretch scoffed.
    “Toddler fodder!” Twitch growled.
    “What about that space guy?” Ken asked. “He could be useful.”
    Buzz started. They were talking about him !
    “All them toys are disposable,” Twitch announced. “We’ll be lucky if they last us a week!”
    Buzz was shocked. Disposable? A week? He had to warn the others! But when he turned around, he ran right into Big Baby.
    The giant baby doll picked Buzz up and tossed him into the light. Twitch and Chunk grabbed him. “Well, well,” Ken said. “Looky who we have here.”
    “Let me go!” Buzz shouted.
    “Take him to the library,” Ken commanded.
    “Nooo!” Buzz hollered as a sock puppet was yanked over his head. But no one could hear him scream.

A t that moment, Bonnie was sleeping peacefully in her bed. All her toys were tucked in beside her. Woody slipped out of bed and over to her backpack. Bonnie’s address was written on the name tag.
    “Twelve Twenty-five Sycamore!” Woody murmured.
    “Pssst!” Mr. Pricklepants called from the bed. “Woody! What’re you doing?”
    “I gotta get out of here!” Woody replied.
    The toys looked astonished. “Didn’t you have fun today?” Buttercup asked.
    “Oh, of course I did! More than I’ve had in years. But, you see, I belong to someone else.” Woody showed them Andy’s name written on the bottom of his boot. “He’s my Bonnie, and he’s leaving soon. I’ve got to get home!”
    “Where’s home?” asked one of the peas in a plush pea pod toy.
    “Elm Street. Two Thirty-four Elm.” Woody thought for a moment. “You guys have a map?”

    Meanwhile, back at Sunnyside, Buzz was tied to a chair. Ken, Big Baby, and the other toys had taken him to a utility closet.
    “I demand to talk to Lotso,” Buzz boomed.
    “Zip it, Buck Rogers!” Ken snapped. “You don’t talk to Lotso till we say you can.”
    Just then, the door flew open. Lotso was standing there, clearly shocked. “Ken? Why is this toy tied up?”
    “Uh . . . he—he—” Ken stammered. “He got out, Lotso!”
    “Got out? Oh, no! This isn’t how we treat our guests!” Lotso closed the door. He walked over to Buzz and started untying