作者：美国迪士尼公司
出版社：华东理工大学出版社
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Chapter 1
In the bedroom of young Andy Davis, a desperate outlaw was about to be captured.
As a group of toys gathered in a quiet western town—made out of a row of cardboard boxes— the outlaw suddenly appeared.
“All right, everyone, this is a stickup!” said Andy in a gruff voice, pretending to be a villainous Mr. Potato Head. “Don’t anybody move!”
All the other toys were carefully placed in position, watching. Andy pretended to make them all talk.
Andy picked up his piggy bank and shook out its coins. He lowered Mr. Potato Head over the money greedily. Then Andy grabbed a porcelain Little Bo Peep figurine. “Stop it, you mean old potato!” he said in a high-pitched voice, pretending to be Bo Peep.
“Quiet, Bo Peep, or your sheep get run over!” growled Mr. Potato Head. In the middle of a toy racetrack, the sheep stood helplessly, right in the path of danger.
“Not my sheep! Somebody do something!” Bo Peep cried.
Suddenly, Andy grabbed a brown-haired cowboy sheriff doll named Woody. He yanked on the shiny white plastic ring that dangled from a string on the toy sheriff’s back. A small voice box inside the cowboy’s chest squawked a scratchy recorded message: “Reach for the sky!”
“I’m here to stop you,” Woody said to Mr. Potato Head. “Are you gonna come quietly?”
“You can’t touch me, Sheriff!” Mr. Potato Head shouted. “I brought my attack dog with a built-in force field!”
Andy stretched a toy Slinky dog in front of Mr. Potato Head, then grabbed a plastic Tyrannosaurus rex doll and dropped it on top of Slinky.
“Well, I brought my dinosaur, who eats force-field dogs! You’re goin’ to jail,” declared Sheriff Woody.
Andy’s baby sister, Molly, watched from behind the bars of her crib. Taped to one side of the crib was a cardboard sign with the word JAIL scrawled in crayon.
Andy dropped Mr. Potato Head in with Molly. With a shrieking giggle, the little girl grabbed the doll and started banging him against the rail of her crib, knocking some of his parts onto the floor.
“You saved the day again, Woody,” Andy said as he pulled the sheriff’s string once more.
“You’re my favorite deputy,” Woody replied. Andy galloped into the hall. He propped Woody on the stairwell railing—and shoved. Whooping and hollering, Andy clattered downstairs as Woody slid awkwardly down the banister.
“Gotcha!” Andy cried at the bottom. He put Woody on his shoulder and romped around the living room. Then he placed the doll on the footrest of a recliner chair, pulled the lever, and catapulted him across the room.
Suddenly, Andy’s eyes lit up. He ran toward his mother, leaving Woody sprawled on the couch. “Wow! This looks great, Mom!”
Colorful helium balloons bobbed on their strings. Crepe-paper streamers decorated the dining room walls. A banner draped across the archway read: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANDY!
“Can we leave this up till we move?” Andy asked his mother.
“Well, sure, we can leave it up,” replied Mrs. Davis. “Now, go get Molly. Your friends are going to be here any minute.”
Andy stopped by the couch to pick up Woody. “It’s party time, Woody!”
Andy pounded up the stairs to his room. As he propped Woody on the bed, he pulled the toy sheriff’s string one last time.
“Somebody’s poisoned the water hole,” said Woody.
“Come on, Molly.” Andy reached into his sister’s “jail” and lifted her out. Without looking back, he called over his shoulder, “See ya later, Woody!”
Slam! Andy kicked the door closed behind him. The room was silent for a moment. Then Woody shoved his hat back and scratched his forehead. A worried frown creased his brow as he sat up.
“Pull my string!” he muttered under his breath. “The birthday party’s today?”
Woody knew only too well what birthdays meant: toys. New toys, and lots of them. Shiny. Still nice in their boxes, with all their parts. Clean, and full of promise. Woody glanced around the quiet room. “Okay, everybody,” he called out. “Coast is clear!”
Slowly, toys began to roll out from under the bed, toddle across the floor, and bounce out of the toy chest. They flip-flopped down from shelves. Chattering, squeaking, quacking, and ringing, they swarmed into the open terrain of the bedroom floor.
Mr. Potato Head wobbled as he sat up on his rounded bottom. He had a blank expression, since all his face parts were strewn around the room. One by one, he jabbed his plastic eyes, ears, nose, and mouth into the small round holes scattered across his body. Then he walked over to Andy’s fat pink piggy bank, who was flipping a penny into his coin slot. “Hey, look, Hamm! I’m Picasso!”
The piggy bank stared at Mr. Potato Head, whose face pieces were stuck into the wrong holes, making his features seem all mixed up, as in one of the famous artist’s paintings. Hamm blinked. “I don’t get it.”
“Ah, you uncultured swine!” Mr. Potato Head sighed in disgust as he put his features back where they belonged.
High atop Andy’s mattress, Woody turned to a plastic Green Army Man standing guard on the bedside table. “Hey, Sarge. Have you seen Slinky?”
“No, sir!” the sergeant said with a stiff salute.
“Okay, thank you. At ease.” Woody leaped off the bed, the spurs of his brown boots jangling when he landed squarely on the floor. “Hey, Slinky?”
A metal fwump! Sounded under the bed. Two paws shoved a checkerboard out from under the hem of the bedspread. Woody’s faithful sidekick, the toy Slinky dog, wandered out and began setting up the checkers.
“I’m red this time,” Slinky said.
Woody shook his head. “No, Slink.”
“Oh, all right. You can be red if you want.”
“Not now, Slink!” Woody shook his head again. “I’ve got some bad news.”
“Bad news?” Slinky yelped.
Woody shoved a hand over Slinky’s mouth and looked around. A few nearby toys inclined their heads, listening for any scrap of hot gossip. Woody led Slinky a few steps away.
“Just gather everyone up for a staff meeting— and be happy!” he whispered.
“Got it,” said Slinky. He forced a quick laugh, then shuffled off across the room.
Woody heard a floor-sweeping swish and glanced down at a toy snake and a shiny toy robot as he walked toward the end of the bed.
“Staff meeting, everybody,” Woody said, then added, “Snake, Robot—podium duty.”
The snake and the robot grumbled a little, but they crawled out from under the bed to help.
A few paces away, the sheriff heard a squeak. He grinned. The knobs were twitching on Etch A Sketch, Andy’s rectangular drawing toy. “Hey, Etch!” the sheriff called out. “Draw!” Woody’s gun arm shot to his empty holster. Too late.
Etch A Sketch had beaten him to the draw. Etch proudly displayed the revolver he’d created on his gray screen.
“You got me again, Etch!” Woody teased.
“You’ve been working on that draw. Fastest knobs in the West!” Woody patted him on the corner of his red plastic frame, then walked toward the podium, which the snake and the robot were building out of some blocks and a Tinker Toy box.
Woody nodded his approval. The meeting would start soon. He’d better make a list.
“Now, where is that— Hey, who moved my doodle pad way over here?” He walked over and picked up the tablet.
Suddenly, behind him—
“Roaaaarrrr!”
Woody casually turned around. “Oh, how ya doin’, Rex?”
Rex, the not-very-ferocious-looking plastic tyrannosaur, smiled hopefully, his tiny claws clutched to his chest. “Were you scared? Tell me honestly.”
Woody bit his lip and cleared his throat. “I was close to being scared that time.”
Rex sighed and followed Woody toward the podium. “I’m going for fearsome here,” he explained. “But I just don’t feel it. I think I’m just coming off as annoying.”
Woody was about to reply, but a shepherd’s crook suddenly hooked him around the neck. One big yank and he found himself nose to nose with a smiling Bo Peep. “Oh… hi, Bo.”
The slender figurine batted her blue eyes. “I wanted to thank you, Woody,” she said. “For saving my flock.”
Woody blushed. “Oh, hey—it was nothing.”
Bo Peep smiled sweetly. “What do you say I get someone else to watch the sheep tonight?” she purred. Woody gulped.
Bo gestured with her crook toward the alphabet blocks that decorated the base of her lamp.
“Remember,” she added, “I’m just a couple of blocks away.” With a little wave, she sashayed past a small pile of toy alphabet blocks and headed toward the podium.
Woody’s heart boinged like a jack-in-the-box. He shook his head to clear it and glanced around. All business again, he scribbled some notes on his doodle pad and strode toward the podium.
Slinky was busy herding all the toys into place. “Come on, come on! Smaller toys up front!”
Everyone crowded around expectantly as Woody took his place at the podium. A toy tape recorder waddled up beside him.
“Oh, thanks, Mike,” Woody said. He picked up Mike’s microphone and blew. “Hello? Testing, testing. Everybody hear me? Great.”
He glanced down at the notes on his doodle pad.
“Okay. First item today: Has everyone picked a moving buddy?”
All the toys began talking excitedly.
“I didn’t know we were supposed to have one already,” Rex whined.
Mr. Potato Head held up one of his extra plastic arms. “Do we have to hold hands?”
The toys nudged one another and laughed. Woody shook his head. “Oh, yeah. You guys think this is a big joke. We’ve only got one week left before the move. I don’t want any toys left behind. A moving buddy—if you don’t have one, get one!”
Woody looked back at his doodle pad. “All right, next.… Oh, yes. Tuesday night’s Plastic Corrosion Awareness meeting was a big success, and we want to thank Mr. Spell for putting that on for us. Thanks, Mr. Spell.”
“You’re welcome,” the electronic Mr. Spell droned, the words scrolling across his display screen.
Woody stared at his list, stalling. There was no use putting it off any longer. He had bad news. The toys would have to be told.
“Oh, yes. One minor note here.” Woody’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Andy’s birthday party’s been moved to today.” He coughed and shouted, “Next, we have—”
The room exploded into squeaks, squeals, bells, barks, and whistles.
“What do you mean, the party’s today?” Rex exclaimed. “His birthday’s not till next week!” Woody held up his hands. “Well, obviously Andy’s mom wanted to have the party before the move. I’m not worried. You shouldn’t be worried.”
Mr. Potato Head elbowed his way to the front of the crowd, glaring at the sheriff. “Of course Woody ain’t worried!” he cried. “He’s been Andy’s favorite since kindergarten!”
Some of the toys mumbled their agreement.
“Hey! Come on, Potato Head,” Slinky responded, speaking up for his pal. “If Woody says it’s all right, then, well, darn it, it’s good enough for me. Woody has never steered us wrong before.”
Woody jumped down from the podium and walked through the crowd, looking each toy straight in the eye. “Listen, no one’s getting replaced,” he said soothingly. “It doesn’t matter how much we’re played with. What matters is that we’re here for Andy when he needs us. That’s what we’re made for. Right?”
One by one, the whirring, muttering, chiming toys fell silent, feeling at least a little reassured.
Hamm the piggy bank finally broke the silence. “Pardon me,” he called from the window- sill. “I hate to break up the staff meeting, but… THEY’RE HERE! BIRTHDAY GUESTS AT THREE O’CLOCK!”
第 1 章
在年轻的安弟·戴维斯的卧室里，出现了一个穷凶极恶的“歹徒”，需要将他擒住。
一列硬板箱围成了一座安静的西部小城，一群玩具正聚集在其中。突然，“歹徒”来了。“好了，大家听着，抢劫!”安弟装作是凶恶的“歹徒”——蛋头先生，用粗哑的声音喝道，“通通不许动!”
其他的玩具们小心地排好了位置，站在边上观看。安弟假装让他们都会说话。
安弟拿起他的小猪存钱罐，摇出了许多硬币。他让蛋头先生弯下身子，贪婪地看着这堆钱。他又随手抓起一位瓷娃娃——牧羊女“宝贝”，用尖细的声音模仿宝贝说道：“住手，你这个卑鄙的老土豆!”“闭嘴，宝贝，要不然我撞死你的绵羊!”蛋头先生怒吼。宝贝的绵羊正无助地站在玩具赛车轨道上，确实危险极了。“别撞我的羊！来人啊，帮帮忙啊!”宝贝大叫道。
突然，安弟一把抓起了棕发牛仔玩偶——胡迪警长，猛地拉了一下他背后拉绳上闪闪发亮的白色塑料小环，这时，牛仔胸腔内的语音盒子发出了大声而沙哑的录音：“举起手来!”“我来抓你了，”胡迪对蛋头先生说，“乖乖跟我走吧?”“你抓不到我的，警长!”蛋头先生大声叫道。“我的战犬在，他装有超强力装置!”
安弟把弹簧狗拉得很长，摆在了蛋头先生面前；然后，他又抓起塑料的霸王龙玩偶抱抱龙，把他放在了弹簧狗的上面。“是吗？可是我有恐龙，专吃你的超强力狗！进监狱吧!”胡迪警长向蛋头宣告。
安弟的妹妹莫莉在她小床的栏杆后面观看着。小床的一边贴着一块纸板，板上用蜡笔涂着“监狱”的字样。
安弟把蛋头先生扔给了莫莉。莫莉尖叫着咯咯直笑，抓过蛋头，朝床边的栏杆上摔打起来，把蛋头身上的一些部件打散到了地板上。“今天你又立了一功，胡迪!”说着，安弟又拉了一下警长身后的线。“你是我最好的搭档，”胡迪回答。安弟飞奔到走廊，把胡迪立在了楼梯栏杆上，猛地一推。胡迪姿势不那么优雅地从栏杆上滑了下来，安弟则欢叫着，噔噔地跑下楼。“抓到你啦!”安弟在楼梯尽头大喊一声。他把胡迪甩到肩上，在客厅里跑来跑去。接着，他又把胡迪摆到了躺椅的脚凳上，一扳升降把手，便把胡迪弹射了出去。
突然，安弟的眼睛一亮，撇下了摊开手脚倒在沙发上的胡迪，跑向妈妈。“哇！太棒了，妈妈!”
餐厅里的丝绳上拴着五彩的气球，来回飘动，墙上装饰着绉纸彩带，穿过拱道拉着条横幅，上面写着：“安弟生日快乐!”“搬家前我们能一直留着这些装饰吗?”安弟问妈妈。“当然可以，我们一直留着，”戴维斯夫人回答。“去吧，把莫莉抱来，你的朋友们马上就来了。”
安弟又到沙发边上抓起了牛仔。“聚会要开始了，胡迪!”
安弟“咚咚”跑回楼上自己的房间。他把胡迪放回到床上，最后又拉了拉警长身后的绳。“有人在水井里下了毒，”胡迪说。“快来，莫莉。”安弟伸手把“监狱”里的妹妹抱了出来，然后头也不回，向身后说了声：“回头见，胡迪!”“砰”的一声，安弟用脚把身后的门踢上。屋子里沉寂了好一会儿。然后牛仔胡迪把帽子往脑后一推，挠了挠额头，坐了起来，接着又皱起了眉头。“开玩笑吧!”他低声私语。“生日聚会是今天?”
胡迪警长很明白安弟的生日意味着什么：玩具——许许多多的新玩具。他们闪闪发亮。这些还在包装盒里的崭新的玩具完好无损，干干净净，满是希望。胡迪的目光扫视了一圈寂静的屋子。“出来吧，伙伴们，”他开始召集玩具们。“安全了!”
慢慢地，玩具们有的从床底滚了出来，蹒跚来到地板上，有的从玩具箱里跳了出来，有的还从架子上翻滚了下来。他们涌到了地板中间的开阔地，“喋喋”“吱吱”“呱呱”“丁零”声不绝于耳。
蛋头先生一下子坐在圆圆的屁股上，左右摇晃。他面无表情，因为他的五官散落在了屋子的各个角落。他把塑料眼睛、耳朵、鼻子和嘴巴一个个戳进身体各处的洞洞中。然后，蛋头先生走到粉红色的小胖猪存钱罐前，小猪正把一枚硬币弹进自己的投币孔里呢。“嘿，火腿！看我像不像毕加索!”
蛋头把五官全安错了位置，样子特搞怪，就像毕加索的画一样。可是火腿盯着蛋头看了看，眼睛眨了眨，说了声：“看不懂。”“哎，没文化的笨猪!”蛋头厌烦地叹口气说道，然后又把他的五官摆正。
胡迪高高地坐在安弟的床垫上，问一个站在靠床的桌上值勤的绿色塑料士兵：“嘿，队长。看见弹簧狗了吗?”“没有看见，长官!”中士直挺挺地敬了个礼回答道。“好的，谢谢。稍息。”胡迪从床上跳下，稳稳着地，棕色皮靴上的马刺儿“当啷”作响。“嘿，弹簧狗?”
床底下发出“哐”的一声金属响动，接着两只爪子从床单边缘的底下推出了一个跳棋盘。胡迪的密友弹簧狗走了出来，开始摆棋子。“这次我走红的，”弹簧狗说。
胡迪摇摇头：“不，弹簧狗。”“好吧，你走红的。”“不，现在不下棋，弹簧狗!”胡迪又摇摇头。“我得到了一些坏消息。”“坏消息?” 弹簧狗尖声问道。
胡迪一把捂住弹簧狗的嘴，看看周围。附近有几个玩具正侧着脑袋，想听听有什么八卦。胡迪拉着弹簧狗走开了几步。“把大伙儿都召集起来，开个全体大会——开心点儿!”胡迪小声吩咐道。“明白了，”弹簧狗强作笑容，拖着脚步走到了房间的另一边。
胡迪走向床头时，听到有类似扫地的“嗖嗖”声，低头一看，是玩具小蛇和一个闪闪发亮的玩具机器人。“各位，全体大会，”胡迪说，接着又补充道：“小青蛇、机器人，准备讲台。”
尽管他们咕哝了几句，可还是从床下爬了出来，过去干活了。
几步之外，胡迪警长听到了“吱吱”声，他笑了笑。四四方方的玩具神奇画板上的按钮正在练习快速作画。“嘿，神奇画板!”胡迪喊了声，“拔（画）枪!”胡迪飞速抬手去摸空空的手枪皮套。但是已经晚了。
神奇画板在竞赛中获胜，骄傲地展示着他在灰色画板上画的手枪。“你又赢了，神奇画板!”胡迪嬉笑道。“你一直在练习吧，都成西部最快的枪手了!”胡迪拍拍画板红色塑料边框的一角，然后朝讲台位置走去，小青蛇和机器人正忙着用几块积木和锡人玩具盒子搭建讲台呢。
胡迪点头以示赞同。会议马上就要开始了，最好能把发言要点列个单子。“喂，我的那啥在哪儿——嘿，谁把我的记事本扔到这儿了?”他走过去把本子捡了起来。
突然，在他身后——“啊——!”
胡迪漫不经心地回过头去：“噢，你好，抱抱龙。”
抱抱龙是塑料霸王龙，但不是面目凶狠的那种，他把小爪子紧握在胸前，满怀希望地笑道，“老实说，我吓到你了吗?”
胡迪咬咬嘴唇，清了一下嗓子：“差一点就被你吓到了。”
抱抱龙轻叹了口气，跟在胡迪后面朝讲台走去。“我就是想要变得凶一点儿，”他解释说，“但就是没有感觉。我是不是变得越来越讨人厌了?”
胡迪刚想说些什么，脖子突然被一根牧羊拐杖钩住。拐杖猛地一拉，他便到了满脸微笑的宝贝跟前，鼻子对鼻子。“噢……你好呀，宝贝。”
苗条的牧羊女眨了眨蓝汪汪的眼睛，说道：“我来谢谢你，胡迪，谢谢你救了我的绵羊。”
胡迪脸一红：“噢，噢——这没什么。”
宝贝甜甜地一笑，柔声地说：“今晚我请别人来照看我的羊群，怎么样啊?”胡迪惊讶地吸了口气。
宝贝用手杖指了指装饰灯基的几块字母积木，接着说：“别忘了，我离你可不远。”牧羊女轻轻一摆手，便大步走过那一小堆积木，走向讲台。
胡迪的心怦怦乱跳，像玩偶匣里的玩偶一样。他摇摇头，清醒了一下，又环顾了下四周。正事要紧，他快速在记事本上写下了几条，阔步走向讲台。
弹簧狗正忙着让玩具们就位。“快点，快点！小个子到前面!”
大家围拢在一起，充满期待。胡迪在讲台上站好。一个玩具录音机蹒跚着来到胡迪旁边。“噢，多谢，迈克。”胡迪拾起迈克的话筒，轻轻吹了吹气。“喂，喂？试音，试音。大家能听到吗？很好。”
胡迪低头扫了一眼记事本。“好了。今天的第一项议题：大家都找到搬家伙伴了吗?”
所有的玩具都兴奋地讨论起来。“我可不知道我们还要找个搬家伙伴，”抱抱龙抱怨道。
蛋头先生一只手举起了自己的另一只塑料胳膊，问道：“我们还要手拉手吗?”
玩具们你推推我，我挤挤你，哈哈大笑。胡迪摇摇头。“好吧，你们觉得很好笑吗？我们只有一周时间就要搬家了。我可不想谁落下。谁还没有搬家伙伴，抓紧找一个!”
胡迪又看了一下记事本。“好了，下一项是……对了。周二晚上的‘塑料老化问题’大会非常成功。我们要感谢拼字先生，他非常努力。谢谢您，拼字先生。”“不用谢!”电动拼字先生“嗡嗡”地答道，他的显示屏上也同时滚动着“不用谢”三个字。
胡迪盯着本子，迟疑了一会儿。不能再往后拖了，应该告诉玩具们这条坏消息了。“噢，好了。还有一条小通知。”胡迪把嗓音压到极低。“小主人安弟的生日聚会提前到了今天。”他咳嗽了一下，开始大喊，“下面我们要——”
房间里玩具们突然乱作一团，“吱吱”“嘎嘎”“汪汪”“叮当”，尖叫声、口哨声连续不断。“什么意思，聚会提前到今天?”抱抱龙大声说，“下周才是他的生日!”胡迪举起双手，“好的，很明显，安弟的妈妈想在搬家前办聚会。我不发愁，你们也不应该担心。”
蛋头先生挤开一条路，走到了最前面，眼睛盯着警长，大声说：“胡迪你当然不必担心，自从安弟上幼儿园起，你可一直是他最喜欢的玩具!”
有些玩具咕哝着表示同意。“喂，算了吧，蛋头，”弹簧狗开始替朋友说话了，“如果胡迪认为不必担心，那好，我绝对没问题。胡迪从没有把咱们带错路吧。”
胡迪一下从讲台上跳下来，走到他们中间，扫视着每一个玩具的眼睛。“听着，大家都不会被取代，”他安慰着玩具们。“安弟和我们玩了多久，这不重要。重要的是，只要他需要，我们都能在他身边。这就是我们存在的目的，对吧?”
玩具们感到了一丝安心，不再“呼呼”“咕哝”和“叮当”了，一个个安静了下来。
最后，小猪存钱罐火腿打破了寂静。“抱歉，各位，”他在窗台上说，“我不想打断大会，但是……（他大声喊）小客人们已经到了！才三点钟啊，就都来了!”
Chapter 2
The peaceful bedroom erupted into chaos. Woody held up his hands. “Stay calm, everyone!” he shouted with authority.
CRUNCH!
Too late. Like a herd of stampeding cattle, the toys bolted over Woody toward the bedroom window. Even Mike yanked his microphone out of Woody’s hand and hopped away.
Woody reeled, staring as the crowd rushed off. Then he shrugged and announced, “Uh, meeting adjourned.” No one heard him. They were already plastered to the windowpane.
Hamm gulped as he gazed through the window, down into the front yard. “Oh, boy. Will ya take a look at all those presents?”
“I can’t see a thing!” Mr. Potato Head complained. He pulled his eyes out of his head and held them above the crowd, aimed out the window.
He and the other toys stared in horror. On the street below, kids sprang from their parents’ cars, each carrying an object that struck fear into the hearts of Andy’s toys.
Birthday presents.
Hamm shook his head. “Yes sir, we’re next month’s garage sale fodder for sure.”
“Any dinosaur-shaped ones?” Rex asked worriedly.
“Ah, for crying out loud,” Hamm jeered. “They’re all in boxes!”
Rex said nervously, “They’re getting bigger!”
“Wait!” said Slinky. “There’s a nice little one over there.”
He pointed at a boy who was facing away from the window. Only the tiny tip of a present showed. Then the boy turned. The present was more than four feet long!
“AAAAAHHHH!” screamed the toys.
“We’re doomed!” Rex howled.
The toys began to wail and moan. Woody sighed. Things were getting way out of control. He had to do something fast, or he’d have a serious problem on his hands. “All right! All right!” he called out.
The toys turned and faced Woody. Never had he seen them look so frightened. He sighed and smiled affectionately at his friends. “If I send out the troops, will you all calm down?”
“Yes! Yes! We promise!” Rex cried.
Woody strode briskly toward the nightstand. “Sergeant!” he shouted up to the tabletop. “Establish a recon post downstairs. Code Red. You know what to do.”
“Yes, SIR!” the little Green Army Man replied. He shinnied down a leg of the nightstand, then dashed to the corner, where a plastic container labeled BUCKET O’ SOLDIERS stood.
Sarge shouted, and a platoon of green soldiers peeked out of the top of the bucket. “All right, men!” he barked. “You heard him. Code Red. Repeat: We are at Code Red!” He waved the group forward. “Let’s move, move, move!”
One by one, the plastic soldiers jumped out of their bucket barracks and marched double-time in a line toward the door.
Creeeeaak… Andy’s bedroom door eased open. A single Green Army scout crept into the upstairs hall, scoping for any signs of danger.
Satisfied that the coast was clear, the scout signaled to the other troops. Dozens of soldiers streamed forward, carefully transporting the specialized equipment they needed for their intelligence mission: a jump rope and a baby monitor.
The soldiers darted behind the banister and held their position. Sarge surveyed their route through binoculars.
Paratroopers crept to the edge of the landing, then bravely leaped off. Fwump! Their parachutes opened, carrying them safely to the polished wood floor below.
After a quick look around, they signaled to the soldiers who were waiting above. All clear! Seconds later, more soldiers slid down, using Andy’s jump rope.
The troops marched toward the living room. Suddenly, a door opened. They heard footsteps. They froze in position. As Mrs. Davis came through the door, her shoe stomped down in the middle of the squad.
“What in the world?” She frowned at the toy army men scattered across the floor and shook her head. With Andy’s party in full swing, she was too busy to stop and pick up toys. Using the toe of her shoe, she simply kicked the army men out of the way.
As soon as she was gone, Sarge motioned to the handful of men still waiting above on the stairs. Carefully they came down the jump rope, riding the baby monitor, which was tied securely and lowered to the floor. When everyone reached the ground, the soldiers quickly dragged the monitor toward a potted plant.
Sarge started to follow but noticed that one of his men had been injured. Holding his leg, the soldier waved for his commander to keep moving. “Go on without me!”
But Sarge would have none of that. “A good soldier never leaves a man behind,” he said as he helped the injured soldier to his feet.
Suddenly, Sarge put a finger to his lips and cocked his head. More footsteps—lots of them. And they were coming this way!
Sarge dragged the injured soldier toward the living room. The two army men stumbled to safety behind the potted plant just as the first pair of feet stomped past.
The crew quickly set up the baby monitor. Sarge scanned the horizon with his binoculars. He spotted his target.
On the Davises’ living room coffee table, a tower of gift-wrapped packages loomed toward the ceiling. Sarge whistled softly through his teeth, then leaned into the baby monitor.
“Come in, Mother Bird. This is Alpha Bravo.”
Upstairs in Andy’s room, Woody and his friends clustered around the receiver. “This is it!” Woody cried excitedly. “Quiet, quiet, quiet!”
Sarge’s deep voice came through loud and clear. “Andy’s opening the first present now.” In the suspenseful silence, Mr. Potato Head crossed his fingers and chanted, “Mrs. Potato Head… Mrs. Potato Head . . .” Rex shot him a weird look.
“Hey, I can dream, can’t I?” said Mr. Potato Head.
“The bow’s coming off,” Sarge’s voice reported through the monitor. “He’s ripping the wrapping paper… It’s a… it’s a…” The toys held their breath.
“It’s a lunch box!” Sarge announced. “We’ve got a lunch box here!” The toys clapped and cheered.
“Okay,” came Sarge’s voice. “Second present.” The toys hushed and leaned forward expectantly.
“It appears to be… Okay, it’s bed sheets.”
“Who invited that kid?” asked Mr. Potato Head. But again, Andy’s toys were relieved. One by one, Sarge reported on each present as Andy unwrapped it. Each time it was good news. Slowly, the toys began to relax a little.
“Okay,” Sarge said at last. “We’re on the last present now. It’s a big one. . . .” Every stuffed, plastic, and wooden head in Andy’s room leaned forward.
“It’s a… It’s a board game!” Sarge revealed.
“Repeat: Battleship!” All the toys let out cheers of relief. Battleship was a toy they could all live with.
“All right!” Hamm shouted. He pounded Mr. Potato Head on the back so hard that his face parts flew off.
“Hey, watch it!” said Mr. Potato Head.
“Sorry there, old Spudhead,” replied Hamm.
“So, did I tell you? Huh? Nothing to worry about,” Woody said.
Slinky yipped happily. “I knew you were right all along, Woody. Never doubted you for a second.”
Downstairs, Sarge congratulated his men. They began to pack up their equipment.
“Wait a minute!” The sound of Mrs. Davis’s voice stopped Sarge in his tracks.
“Wait!” he whispered to his men.
Sarge watched, tense, as Mrs. Davis jumped up and hurried to the coat closet by the front door. She tossed a teasing look over her shoulder, then smiled. “Ooooh, what do we have here?”
“Turn that thing back on!” Sarge ordered, pointing at the baby monitor. A soldier rammed the switch.
“Come in, Mother Bird!” Sarge said frantically.
“Mom has pulled a surprise present from the closet. Andy’s opening it. He’s really excited! It’s a huge package. Oh, one of the kids is in the way. I can’t see.”
At last, the kid moved out of the way. Sarge blinked. “It’s… it’s a…” Sarge and his soldiers gaped at the unwrapped present as the kids screamed in delight. It was worse than any of the toys could have imagined.
Upstairs, the rest of the toys waited, their hearts pounding. Rex grabbed a nightstand leg and shook it in frustration. “It’s a what? What is it?” Thwack! The monitor fell off the table and its batteries rolled across the floor. All the toys were shouting. Mr. Potato Head pounced on the batteries and tried to stick them back into the monitor.
“No, no! Turn ’em around!” Woody hollered.
“You’re puttin’ ’em in backwards!” Hamm cried.
Woody shoved Hamm and Mr. Potato Head aside. He grabbed a battery and jammed it in the right way. As soon as he snapped the second one in, Sarge’s voice crackled urgently across the room:
“Red Alert! Andy is coming upstairs! Juvenile intrusion. Repeat: Resume your positions now!”
“Andy’s coming!” Woody shouted. “Everybody— back to your places. Hurry!” The toys scattered.
“Where’s my ear?” Mr. Potato Head cried, scrambling across the floor. “Did you see my ear?”
Splat! Rex smashed into a trash can as the sound of pounding footsteps came closer and closer. The door banged open. Woody fell limp in his special spot on the bed just as Andy and his friends charged in. The kids were all jabbering at once.
“Hey, look! Its lasers light up.”
“Take that, Zurg!” Andy cried. Then a mob of kids pounced on Andy’s bed. Woody felt himself being shoved out of the way. He slid off the side of the bed and fell to the floor. His heart sank.
“Quick! Make a space! This is where the spaceship lands.”
Woody tried desperately to see what they were talking about. But there were too many kids in the way. Still, he was sure of one thing: A brand-new toy had arrived.
第 2 章
卧室里刚才的平静一下子又变成了混乱。胡迪举起双手极具威严地大喊：“大家请保持镇定!”
嘎吱！
已经晚了。玩具们像蜂拥的牛群，越过胡迪，冲向窗户。连录音机迈克也一把抓走了胡迪手里的话筒，蹦跳着离开了。
看到玩具们的仓皇劲儿，胡迪有些眩晕。他耸了耸肩，宣布道：“好吧，休会了。”可是，谁也没听见，大家都紧贴在窗玻璃上观察情况呢。
火腿从窗户朝前面的庭院看过去，倒吸了口凉气。“噢，天啊。你们看啊，这么多礼物!”“我啥也看不到!”蛋头先生边抱怨，边把双眼卸了下来，高举过玩具们的头顶，朝窗外观看。
他和玩具们惊恐地盯着外面。窗外街道上，孩子们陆续从父母们的车里钻出来，每个人手里都抱着一样东西，令安弟的玩具们心生恐惧。
全是生日礼物。
火腿摇摇头叹道：“先生们，下月的车库甩卖摊上绝对有我们的身影了。”
抱抱龙有点儿担心地问道：“有像恐龙一样的吗?”“拜托，别瞎嚷，笨龙。”火腿讥笑说：“新玩具还都在盒子里!”
抱抱龙有点紧张：“盒子一个比一个大唉!”“等等!”弹簧狗喊道，“那有一个小的看着不错。”
他指着一个抱玩具的小男孩，由于男孩脸向着别处，大家只能看到礼物的一头。当男孩转过身来时，才发现那盒子竟有四英尺多长。“啊——!”玩具们齐声尖叫。“完蛋了!”抱抱龙吼道。
玩具们开始哭天抢地。胡迪叹了口气，事情好像有点儿失控。警长必须当机立断，否则问题就严重了。“好了！好了!”他大声喊道。
玩具们转过脸来，看着胡迪，他们从来没有这么害怕过。他叹了口气，对伙伴们深情地一笑。“我派军队出去看看，你们都安静好不好?”“好的！好的！保证安静!”抱抱龙叫道。
胡迪阔步走向床头小柜。“队长!”他大声冲柜子上面喊道。“到楼下去设个侦查哨所。代号‘红色’。你知道该怎么做。”“明白，长官!”绿色小军人回答。他沿柜子腿攀缘而下，冲到房间一角，那儿有一只塑料大桶，上面贴着“桶装士兵”。
听到队长的大声命令，一排绿色士兵出现在桶口，朝外窥探。“好了！士兵们，”队长厉声发令道，“听见行动命令没有？代号‘红色’。重复一遍：代号‘红色’!”他挥手示意士兵们前进，“行动吧！行动，行动!”
塑料士兵们挨个跳出他们的大桶营房，朝门口快速列队行进。“吱吱——”安弟卧室的门轻轻打开了。一个绿色侦察兵悄悄走了出去，进了走廊，仔细观察有无危险。
确认没有危险后，侦察兵向其他同伴发出信号。十几个士兵鱼贯而行，小心地把完成情报任务所需的专业设备运了出来：一根跳绳外加一个婴儿监听器。
士兵们飞奔至栏杆后面，站好位置。队长则在一边通过望远镜观察他们的行军路线。
一队伞兵悄悄行至楼梯平台的边上，勇敢地跳了出去。“噗”的一声，降落伞打开了，他们安全降落到了楼下擦得锃亮的木地板上。
迅速扫视了一下四周后，他们向等在上面的伙伴们发出了信号。安全了！几秒钟后，更多的士兵沿着安弟的跳绳滑了下来。
士兵们列队向客厅前进。这时，一扇门突然打开了。士兵们听到脚步声，马上立在原地不动。戴维斯夫人走了进来，她的脚重重地踩在队列中间。“怎么搞的?” 戴维斯夫人对散落在地板上的玩具士兵们皱了皱眉，不住地摇头。安弟的生日聚会正热闹，她也无暇顾及散落的玩具，只是用脚尖把士兵们拨到了一边。
戴维斯夫人刚一离开，队长就给仍在楼上待命的几个士兵发出指令。楼上士兵用跳绳把监听器捆好，骑在监听器上顺绳而下。他们都跳到地板上后，便迅速将监听器朝一株盆栽拖去。
队长准备跟上队伍，却注意到有一个士兵受伤了。伤员拖着腿，挥手示意长官继续前进。“不用管我!”
队长当然不会同意。他一边扶伤员站起来，一边说：“优秀的军人绝不会弃他的战友于不顾的。”
突然，队长把食指放到双唇前，做出安静的手势，侧耳倾听。外面传来许多脚步声——越来越多。孩子们来啦！
队长扶着伤员向客厅挪动。他们俩刚跌跌撞撞地躲到盆栽后面，孩子们的脚便纷至沓来。
士兵们很快搭好了婴儿监听器。队长则用望远镜扫视周围，找到了目标。
在戴维斯家客厅的咖啡桌上，包装完好的礼物堆成了山，都要碰到房顶了。队长轻轻吹了个口哨，上身靠向监听器。“鸟妈妈，收到请回答。勇敢一号呼叫。”
在楼上安弟的卧室里，胡迪和玩具们紧紧围在接收器周围。“有信号了!”胡迪兴奋地说，“安静，安静，安静!”
队长深沉的声音清晰、响亮地传了出来。“安弟正在打开第一件礼物。”在安静又紧张的悬疑气氛中，蛋头先生手指交叉祈祷着，不禁念叨起来，“蛋头太太……蛋头太太……”抱抱龙奇怪地看了他一眼。“嘿，我做个梦不行吗?”蛋头先生抗议道。“包装蝴蝶结打开了，”队长通过监听器继续汇报，“他在撕包装纸……新玩具是……是一个……”玩具们都屏住了呼吸。“是午饭盒!”队长大声说。“是一个午饭盒!”玩具们欢呼着鼓起掌来。“好了，”队长的声音继续传来，“第二件礼物。”大家又安静而充满期待地靠了过来。“看上去像是……噢，是床单。”“谁请来的那个孩子?”蛋头先生问道。但是，安弟的玩具们又一次把心放下了。安弟每打开一件礼物，队长就汇报一下。每次都是好消息。慢慢地，大家开始稍许放松了一些。“好了，”队长最后说。“这是最后一件礼物。是一个大个的……”在安弟卧室里，大家都把脑袋向前伸，有毛线的、塑料的、木头的。“是一个……棋盘!”中士揭晓了谜底。“重复：是海战棋!”玩具们都放心地欢呼起来，海战棋是大家都可以好好共处的玩具。“这下好了!”火腿大喊道。他用力一拍蛋头先生的后背，又把蛋头的五官给拍掉了。“嘿，小心点儿!”蛋头先生说。“抱歉了，老土豆头，”火腿应道。“所以，我说什么来着？嗯？不用担心，”胡迪对大家说。
弹簧狗高兴地说：“我一直相信你是对的，胡迪。一秒钟也没有怀疑过。”
而楼下，队长向士兵们表示祝贺，他们开始收拾设备。“等一下!”戴维斯夫人的声音让队长突然停了下来。“等等!”他低声命令士兵们。
队长紧张地观察着，只见戴维斯夫人突然站起来，径直走到门口的衣橱，回头面带逗趣地笑道：“噢——看这是什么?”“再把设备打开!”队长指着监听器下了命令。一个士兵用力把开关砸开。“收到请回答，鸟妈妈!”队长急忙呼叫。“妈妈从衣橱里拿出一个玩具，是个意外的礼物。安弟正在打开。他很兴奋！包装非常大。噢，不好，有个男孩挡住了我的视线，看不见了。”
终于，小男孩移开了。队长眨眨眼睛。“这是……是一个……” 孩子们看到新玩具都兴奋地尖叫起来，而队长和他的士兵们却只能张口结舌。情况比大家所能想象的都要糟糕。
在楼上，其他玩具们还在等待，大伙心中都怦怦乱跳。抱抱龙怕得发抖，紧紧抱住一条床柜腿，不停地念叨：“是什么？是什么?”只听见“啪“的一声，监听器从桌子上掉了下来，电池散落到地上。玩具们乱叫起来。蛋头先生猛扑到电池上，试着赶紧把电池装回机器。“不对，不对！换个方向!”胡迪叫道。“你装反了!”火腿大喊。
胡迪把火腿和蛋头先生推开，抓起一个电池，将它塞进了机器；当他也把第二个也塞进去时，队长急促的声音传进了房间。“红色警报！安弟上楼了！孩子们入侵了。重复：马上回到原位!”“安弟来了!”胡迪大喊。“大家回到原位。快!”玩具们闻声四散开来。“我的耳朵呢?”蛋头先生满地板乱闯，大喊道，“有人看到我的耳朵没有?”
楼梯上的脚步声越来越近了。“啪!”抱抱龙一头撞到了垃圾桶。“砰”的一声，门被撞开了，安弟和朋友们冲了进来，胡迪一下子松软地倒在床上他的专有位置，一动不动。孩子们都七嘴八舌地在说些什么。“嘿，看哪！它的激光亮了。”“接招吧，索克天王!”安弟高声叫道。然后这群孩子就扑到安弟的床上。胡迪感觉被挤了出来，又从床边滑了下去，摔到了地板上。他的心情沉重起来。“快！腾个地方！飞船要降落在这儿。”
胡迪拼命地想看看孩子们谈论的是什么。但是，小朋友太多了，挡住了视线。但有一点他是确信无疑的：来了一个全新的玩具。
Chapter 3
Woody lay beneath the bed as he listened to Andy and his friends chatter.
“Look,” Andy said. “You press his back and he does a karate-chop action.”
“Come on down, guys!” Mrs. Davis called up the stairs. “It’s time for games. We’ve got prizes!”
“Oh, yeah!” Andy said. He led his pack of noisy friends out of the room. The door slammed. Slowly, cautiously, Andy’s toys came to life.
They crept toward the bed, where Andy had left his new toy.
“What is it?”
“Can you see it?”
“Woody?” Rex whispered. “Who’s up there with you?”
Coughing from the dust, Woody crawled out from under the bed. The toys gasped in shock.
“Woody!” Slinky exclaimed. “What are you doing under the bed?”
Woody pulled himself to his feet and slapped the dust from his jeans.
“Uh… nothing! I’m sure Andy was just a little excited, that’s all. Too much cake and ice cream, I suppose. It’s just a mistake.”
“Well,” said Mr. Potato Head, “that ‘mistake’ is sitting in your spot, Woody.”
Rex gasped. “Have you been replaced?”
Woody put one hand on his hip and spoke firmly. “Hey! What did I tell you earlier? No one is getting replaced.” But the other toys weren’t so sure.
“Now,” Woody continued, “let’s all be polite and give whatever it is up there a nice big Andy’s room welcome.”
Woody smiled confidently, ignoring the butter-flies in the pit of his stomach. He turned and clambered back up the side of the bed.
As Woody peered over the top of the bed, late-afternoon sunlight streamed in through the window, momentarily blinding him. He blinked and began to make out a dark silhouette standing tall against the light. And then he could see.
A toy man—unlike any Woody had ever encountered— stood boldly in the center of Andy’s bed. He wore a white high-tech space suit. A green control panel studded with a complex array of push buttons, stickers, and lights covered the top half of his broad chest. A clear plastic bubble shielded his head. Through this helmet, Woody could see the arched brow, keen eyes, and strong chin of a confident explorer.
As Woody gawked, the stranger came to life and pressed a blue button on the right side of his chest. Bleep! Bleep!
“Buzz Lightyear to Star Command. Come in, Star Command.” The figure paused for an answer. No response.
“Star Command,” he repeated more forcefully. “Do you read me?” His mouth tightened into a stiff grimace. “Why don’t they answer?” He took a step; then something caught his eye.
Woody followed the new toy’s gaze. Buzz was staring at the smashed box in which he had been packaged. The space figure gasped.
“My ship!” he cried. He ran to the crumpled box to examine the damage. “Blast! This’ll take weeks to repair!”
Fuming, he flipped open a plastic compartment strapped to his arm. “Buzz Lightyear Mission Log. Star date four-zero-seven-two: My ship has run off course en route to Sector Twelve. I’ve crash-landed on a strange planet. The impact must have awoken me from hypersleep.”
Buzz bounced up and down on the squishy surface of the bed. “Terrain seems a bit unstable,” he reported into his communicator. “No readout yet if the air is breathable.” He glanced around. “And there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere.”
Woody poked his head in front of Buzz.
“Hello?”
“HOOO-YAAAAAHH!” Buzz jumped back, arms raised in a defensive stance.
Woody threw up his hands like a holdup victim. “Whoa! Did I frighten you? Didn’t mean to. Sorry.” He slowly lowered his right hand and held it out to the stranger. “Howdy! My name is Woody, and this is Andy’s room. That’s all I wanted to say. And also, there has been a bit of a mix-up. This is my spot, see, the bed here—”
“Local law enforcement!” Buzz interrupted, nodding at Woody’s badge. “It’s about time you got here. I’m Buzz Lightyear, space ranger, Universe Protection Unit. My ship has crash-landed here by mistake.”
“Yes, it is a mistake,” Woody agreed, “because you see, the bed, here, is my spot.”
But Buzz didn’t seem to be listening. He strode away, scanning the terrain of what he thought was a strange new planet. Woody hurried to keep up.
“I need to repair my turbo boosters,” Buzz informed the sheriff. “Do you people still use fossil fuels? Or have you discovered crystallic fusion?”
Woody took off his cowboy hat and scratched his head. “Well, let’s see. We’ve got double-A batteries—”
Suddenly, Buzz yanked Woody flat down on the bed. “Halt! Who goes there?” he cried. Andy’s toys were peeking over the edge of the bed.
“Don’t shoot!” Rex yelled out. “It’s okay! Friends!”
Buzz cocked his head toward Woody. “Do you know these life-forms?”
“Yes,” Woody replied. “They’re Andy’s toys.” Buzz seemed to relax.
“All right, everyone.You’re clear to come up.” He stood and walked over to the toys. “I am Buzz Lightyear,” he said boldly. “I come in peace.”
Rex rushed up and grabbed his hand, pumping it up and down with enthusiasm. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re not a dinosaur!”
“Why, thank you,” Buzz said, a puzzled look on his face. “Thank you all for your kind welcome.”
Rex stared at the panel of buttons on Buzz’s space suit. “Say! What’s that button do?”
“I’ll show you.” Buzz pressed the button. A clear, bold recorded voice cried out: “Buzz Lightyear to the rescue!”
“Ooooooh!” the toys murmured.
“Hey,” said Slinky. “Woody’s got something like that. His is a pull string, only—”
“Only it sounds like a car ran over it,” Mr. Potato Head joked.
“Yeah, but not like this one,” Hamm said with admiration. “This is a quality sound system. Probably all copper wiring, huh? So, where are you from? Singapore? Hong Kong (China)?”
Buzz looked at the piggy bank, one eyebrow raised. “Well… no, actually, I’m stationed up in the Gamma Quadrant of Sector Four. As a member of the elite Universe Protection Unit of the Space Ranger Corps, I protect the galaxy from the threat of invasion by the evil Emperor Zurg, sworn enemy of the Galactic Alliance.”
The toys stared at Buzz in silence.
“Oh, really?” Mr. Potato Head said finally. “I’m from Playskool.”
Frowning, Woody glanced at Buzz’s box. On one side he could see a drawing of Buzz Lightyear. Printed in a cartoon balloon coming out of his mouth was the exact speech Buzz had just given!
Woody snorted and walked over to Bo Peep. He crossed his arms and forced a casual smile. “You’d think they’ve never seen a new toy before.”
“Well, sure.” Bo Peep shrugged. “Look at him. He’s got more gadgets than a Swiss Army knife!”
Andy’s toys crowded around the newcomer as if he were a movie star. Slinky shyly poked a finger toward a large red button on Buzz’s upper arm.
“Ah-ah-ah!” Buzz warned, shaking his index finger like a fussy schoolteacher. “Please be careful. You don’t want to be in the way when my laser goes off.”
“A laser!” Mr. Potato Head exclaimed. He shot Woody a mischievous look. “How come you don’t have a laser, Woody?”
“It’s not a laser! It’s a little light bulb that blinks!” Woody was usually pretty easygoing, but all this fuss over Buzz was starting to bother him.
“Look, we’re all very impressed with Andy’s new toy—” Woody began.
“‘Toy’?” Buzz exclaimed scornfully.
Woody nodded with a smug smile. “T-O-Y. Toy.”
“Excuse me,” Buzz said firmly. “I think the word you’re searching for is space ranger.”
“The word I’m searching for I can’t say because there are preschool toys present!” Woody yelled.
Mr. Potato Head chortled. “Gettin’ kind of tense, aren’t you, Sheriff?”
“Mr. Lightyear?” Rex asked shyly. “What does a space ranger actually do?”
Woody rolled his eyes. “He’s not a space ranger! He doesn’t fight evil or shoot lasers or fly—”
“Excuse me.” Buzz calmly pressed a button on his chest. An outrageous pair of high-tech wings sprang open on the back of his space suit. The other toys gasped in awe.
“Oh, what? What?” Woody couldn’t believe how gullible his friends were. He grabbed hold of one of Buzz’s wings. “These are plastic. He can’t fly!”
Buzz raised his chin proudly. “They are a terillium-carbonic alloy, and I can fly.”
Woody shook his head. “No, you can’t.”
“Yes, I can.”
“You can’t.”
“Can.”
“Can’t! Can’t! Can’t!”
Buzz’s eyes flashed angrily. “I tell you, I could fly around this room with my eyes closed!”
“Okay, then,” Woody challenged the newcomer. “Prove it!”
“All right, then, I will!” Buzz strode toward the edge of Andy’s bed. “Stand back, everyone!” he warned. “To infinity… and beyond!” He raised his arms and leaped off the bed. Woody grinned and waited for the crunch!
Boing! Boing? Woody dashed to the edge and looked down. Then he looked up. He couldn’t believe it! Buzz had landed on a big rubber ball. He bounced. Then he plunged back down and landed on a toy race car. He went zooming down the track. He swooshed through a loop-the-loop. He flew out of the car and into the air. His space suit hooked on to a mobile that swung him around and around, faster and faster.
Then, as his momentum grew, he hurtled off, flipped into the air, and landed squarely on the bed—right in front of Woody’s nose.
“Can!”
The other toys began to clap and cheer excitedly. Woody couldn’t believe they actually thought Buzz had been flying.
“Wow!” Rex crooned. “You flew magnificently!” Bo Peep winked. “I found my moving buddy!”
Buzz smiled modestly. “Why, thank you. Thank you all.”
“That wasn’t flying!” Woody exclaimed. “That was falling with style.” He folded his arms and frowned. “In a couple of days, everything will be just the way it was,” he said to himself. “They’ll see. I’m still Andy’s favorite toy.”
第 3 章
胡迪躺在床底下听着安弟和朋友们“叽叽喳喳”个没完。“看这儿，”安弟说，“按一下后背，他就会做空手道搏击动作。”“下来吧，孩子们!”戴维斯夫人从楼下叫道，“游戏时间到了。还有奖品噢!”“哦，太好了!”安弟回答。他带着这群吵吵闹闹的孩子出了卧室。房门“呯”地关上了。安弟的玩具们又开始缓慢地、小心翼翼地活动起来。
他们慢慢靠近小床，上面放着安弟留下的新玩具。“是什么啊?”“能看见吗?”“胡迪?”抱抱龙悄悄地问，“你和谁在上面呢?”
胡迪从床下爬出来，被灰尘呛得直咳嗽。玩具们倒吸了口气，颇感震惊。“胡迪!”弹簧狗惊叫，“你在床底下干什么?”
胡迪站起来，拍了拍牛仔裤上的灰。“呃……没什么！我想安弟有点儿兴奋，就这样。可能是蛋糕、冰激凌吃多了吧。那只是一个小小的误会。”“是吗，”蛋头先生说，“那个‘小小的误会’正坐在你的位置上哦，胡迪。”
抱抱龙吸了口气问：“你被取代了吗?”
胡迪一面用一只手拍着屁股，一面又坚定地说：“嘿！我刚才怎么说的来着？没人会被取代。”但是其他玩具却不那么肯定。“这样，”胡迪接着说道，“不管上面是什么，都让我们在安弟房间里给予他礼貌而热情的欢迎吧。”
胡迪不顾心底的忐忑，自信地笑了笑，转过身开始爬回到床上。
胡迪想从底下窥探一下床上的情况，夕阳却透过窗户照得他一时睁不开眼。他眨眨眼，一个黑暗的高大轮廓在逆光中渐渐清晰。慢慢地，他能看清了。
安弟的床中间醒目地立着一个新玩偶，是胡迪从没见过的那种。他穿着白色高科技太空服。绿色的控制板上排布着一列复杂的按钮，连同贴纸和彩灯覆盖在他宽阔的胸膛上部。透明的塑料球罩着他的头部。透过这个头盔，胡迪能看到他的弯眉、锐眼和自信探险家才有的那种坚定的下巴。
胡迪正在呆呆地看着，玩具人醒了过来。他按了一下胸前右侧的一个蓝色按钮，“哔哔——哔哔——”。“巴斯光年呼叫星际总部。收到请回答，星际总部。”玩具人等了一会儿，并没有动静。“星际总部，”他又用更大的力气重复呼叫，“收到没有?”他的嘴巴收紧，表情痛苦。“他们为什么不回答?”他往前走了一步，发现情况不对。
胡迪顺着新玩偶的目光看了过去，那是他那撕碎了的包装盒。他盯着盒子，震惊不已。“我的飞船!”巴斯大喊起来。他迅速跑到瘪皱的盒子边，检查受损情况，“真该死！烂成这样几星期也修不好啊!”
巴斯火光直冒，按开了胳膊上的一个塑料小格，开始说道：“巴斯光年行动日志。星际时间4072年：飞船在飞往第十二区时脱轨，紧急降落在一个陌生的星球。一定是巨大的冲撞把我从超睡眠中震醒了。”
巴斯在软乎乎的床上弹了几下，继续向他的联络器汇报：“地面似乎不太平稳。没有数据显示空气能否呼吸。”环顾四周，他接着说：“似乎没有高等生物的迹象。”
胡迪的脑袋突然在巴斯面前冒了出来。“你好?”“噢——啊——!”巴斯连退几步，抬起胳膊，摆出防卫姿势。
胡迪像被抢劫的人一样举起双手。“哦！我吓到你了吗？不是故意的。抱歉!”他慢慢把右手放下来，伸向这个陌生人。“你好！我是胡迪，这是安弟小主人的卧室。这就是我想说的。另外，这儿弄得有点混乱，小床这儿是我的地盘，你瞧——”
巴斯看见胡迪的警徽，点着头打断道：“你是地方治安警察！你早该来了。我是宇宙保卫队的太空战警巴斯光年。我的飞船出了问题，紧急误降在此。”“是啊，的确是个误会，”胡迪赞同道，“你瞧，这张床可是我的地盘。”
巴斯似乎并没有听进去。他阔步走开，环视着这个陌生星球的地势。胡迪赶紧跟了上去。“我需要修一下涡轮推动器，”巴斯询问胡迪警长：“你们这里用矿物燃料，还是晶体动力?”
胡迪摘下牛仔帽，挠了挠头：“哦，是这样。我们用5号电池——”
突然，巴斯猛地把胡迪拉倒在床上。“站住！谁在那儿?”他大声问道。安弟的玩具们正在床边往这儿偷看呢。“不要开枪!”抱抱龙大喊。“没事的！大家都是朋友!”
巴斯翘起脑袋问胡迪：“你认识这些生命形态吗?”“认识，”胡迪回答。“他们都是安弟的玩具。”巴斯似乎放松了些。“好吧，大家上来吧。”他站起来朝玩具们走过去，大声地说：“我是巴斯光年，我为和平而来。”
抱抱龙跑过来抓住巴斯的手，热情地握个不停：“噢，你不是恐龙，我太高兴了!”“是吗，谢谢，”巴斯应答，一脸茫然，“谢谢大家的热情欢迎。”
抱抱龙凝视着巴斯太空服上满是按钮的控制板：“告诉我，那个按钮是干什么的?”“我按给你看。”巴斯按了一下，一个清晰洪亮的声音传了出来：“巴斯光年，拯救宇宙!”“噢——噢!”玩具们齐声惊叹。“嘿，”弹簧狗开始说话了，“胡迪也有这种东西。他的是拉绳，不过——”“不过听起来像是被汽车压了一样，”蛋头先生取笑道。“是的，但和这个不一样，”火腿话语里满是羡慕。“这是高品质音响系统。用的都是铜线吧？对了，你从哪儿来？新加坡？（中国）香港?”
巴斯看了看存钱罐，眉毛一抬说：“好吧……不是那儿，其实，我驻扎在第四星域伽马分区。我是太空战警团宇宙保卫精英队的一员，负责保护我们的星系，抵御索克天王的入侵，他是银河联盟不共戴天的仇敌!”
玩具们盯着巴斯，一言不发。“噢，真的吗?”终于，蛋头先生发话了，“我来自儿乐宝。”
胡迪皱皱眉头，朝巴斯的包装盒瞥了一眼，盒子一侧有巴斯的画像。画像上一个卡通气球从巴斯嘴巴里冒出，气球上印着的字和巴斯刚才说的话一模一样。
胡迪哼哼鼻子走过去找宝贝。他把双臂交叉在胸前，强作微笑。“看他们，就像从没见过新玩具一样。”“是的，没错。”宝贝耸了耸肩。“看看他，他身上的小玩意比瑞士军刀还多呢!”
玩具们围拢在新人周围，好像见到电影明星一样。弹簧狗害羞地戳了一下巴斯手臂上的一个红色大按钮。“啊！别碰它!”巴斯警告道，他摇摇食指，就像大惊小怪的老师一样。“请当心，千万别让我的激光枪射中你。”“你还有激光枪!”蛋头大叫。他又淘气地看看胡迪：“你怎么没有激光枪呢，胡迪?”“那不是激光，那是个会闪光的小灯泡!” 平时，胡迪的脾气很随和，但是，今天大家对巴斯如此大惊小怪让他有些恼怒。“喂，我们对安弟的新玩具印象不错啊——”胡迪开始说话了。“‘玩具’?”巴斯轻蔑地问。
胡迪得意地点头微笑着，拖长声音说：“玩——具——玩具。”“抱歉，”巴斯坚定地说，“我想，你要说的是太空战警吧。”“我想说的那个词我不能说，因为这儿有学龄前的小玩具啊!”胡迪大喊。
蛋头先生哈哈笑道：“你是不是有点紧张，警长?”“光年先生，”抱抱龙羞涩地问，“太空战警是干什么的?”
胡迪眼珠一转，说道：“他不是太空战警！不会和邪恶势力战斗，不会发射激光，也不会飞——”“抱歉。”巴斯平静地按了下胸前的一个按钮，太空服背后噌地一下伸出一对奇异的高科技翅膀。玩具们都惊叹不已。“噢，那是啥？是啥啊?”胡迪不敢相信他的朋友们这么轻易受骗。他一把抓住一只翅膀说：“只是塑料的，压根就飞不起来!”
巴斯骄傲地扬起了下巴说：“这是碳铝合金做成的，我当然会飞!”
胡迪摇着头说：“不，你不会飞。”“我会飞。”“不会。”“会。”“不会！不会！不会!”
巴斯气得眼睛发亮：“告诉你，我闭上眼睛也能在这间屋里飞来飞去!”“那好吧，”胡迪继续挑战这个新来的人说，“那就飞一个看看!”“好，飞就飞!”巴斯走到安弟的床边。“大家都往后退!”他警告道。“飞向太空，宇宙无限!”说着，巴斯抬起双臂，从床上跳了下来。胡迪咧嘴一笑，就等着巴斯“哐当”一声摔到地上。
胡迪只听见“嘣—嘣—”的声音！“嘣—嘣—”的声音？胡迪马上跑到床边往下看看，又朝上瞧瞧。他简直不敢相信！巴斯落到了一个大橡皮球上，轻轻一弹又飞了起来。接着，他又俯冲下来落到一辆玩具赛车上，踩着赛车沿环绕的赛道飞奔，“嗖嗖”地翻了个跟头，非常出色；然后，他又飞离汽车，飞到了空中，可是他的太空服却挂到了一架玩具飞机上，巴斯便开始在空中绕圈子，越绕越快。
飞机飞行的动力越来越强，巴斯猛地冲了出去，在空中翻转了几下后，稳稳地降落在了床上，刚好落在胡迪面前。“会飞吧!”
其他玩具们兴奋地欢呼着鼓起掌来。胡迪不敢相信，他们怎能认为巴斯那是在飞。“哇!”抱抱龙都快要唱起来了，“你飞得太帅了!”宝贝也友好地眨眨眼睛说：“我想我找到搬家伙伴了。”
巴斯谦虚地笑了笑。“哎呀，谢谢你们。谢谢大家。”“那不能叫飞!”胡迪叫道。“那只能算是摔得漂亮。”他双臂抱胸，眉头紧锁。“用不了几天，还会是老样子，”他自言自语道，“大伙儿等着瞧吧。我依然是安弟最喜欢的玩具。”
Chapter 4
The next morning, Woody woke up stiff and sore. Darkness surrounded him. For a moment he couldn’t remember where he was.
Then it all came back to him. Andy’s room— which had been decorated with cowboy posters and drawings, even a cowboy bedspread, for as long as Woody could remember—was now full of space ranger decorations. Andy had new space ranger pajamas to replace his old cowboy pajamas. He clearly had a new favorite toy— Buzz. Even the other toys seemed to like Buzz better than Woody!
But worst of all, Andy had chosen Buzz over Woody at bedtime, which meant that Buzz got to sleep tucked under the covers next to Andy, while Woody had to do something he had never done before: sleep in the toy chest. He’d always slept in Andy’s bed before Buzz came along!
Woody pushed up the lid of the toy chest and peeked out. All clear. He took a deep breath of fresh air. When he reached up to adjust his hat, he discovered it was missing.
A rubber shark popped up from the chest behind him, wearing Woody’s hat.
“Look! I’m Woody! Howdy, howdy, howdy!” the shark shouted.
“Give me that!” Woody grabbed his hat and jammed it onto his head. He leaped out of the toy chest and slammed the lid.
Across the room, Buzz was already up, surrounded by adoring fans. No wonder he looked so good—he had slept in Andy’s bed!
“It looks as though I’ve been accepted into your culture,” Buzz told Rex and Slinky. Buzz raised his foot so they could see the sole of his shiny white space boot. The name ANDY was neatly printed in bold letters with a permanent marker. “Your chief, Andy, inscribed his name on me.”
Woody gulped. He bent over and looked at the bottom of his worn, dusty cowboy boot. ANDY was written there, too, but in a childish scrawl. And the letters had begun to fade.
“Don’t let it get to you, Woody,” a gentle voice said. Woody quickly dropped his foot and looked up.
Bo Peep was smiling at him—something that usually made his heart do cartwheels. But today her smile looked different somehow. Today it was tinged with pity.
“Uh,” Woody said, smiling back and trying to act nonchalant, “what do you mean? Who?”
“I know Andy’s excited about Buzz,” Bo Peep said. “But you know he’ll always have a special place for you.”
“Yeah,” Mr. Potato Head cracked as he sauntered past. “Like the attic.”
“All right! That’s it!” Woody growled. He’d had enough of being pushed around and shoved aside. It was time to deal with this trespasser head-on.
Buzz Lightyear had his cardboard box “spaceship” up on blocks. He lay on a skateboard, then rolled himself under the box to do repairs. Snake and Robot hovered nearby, eager to be of service to their new hero.
But Woody stepped between them and pulled Buzz out from under the box. He glared into the surprised spaceman’s face. “Listen, Lightsnack. You stay away from Andy. He’s mine, and no one is taking him away from me.”
“What are you talking about?” Buzz shook his head impatiently, then rolled himself back under the spaceship box.
Woody hauled him out again. “And another thing. Stop with this ‘spaceman’ thing. It’s getting on my nerves.”
Buzz sighed irritably and stood up. “Are you saying you want to lodge a complaint with Star Command?”
“Okay, so you want to do it the hard way, huh?” replied Woody.
“Don’t even think about it, cowboy,” said Buzz.
“Oh, yeah, tough guy?” Woody shot back.
Woody poked Buzz in the chest—and accidentally jabbed a green button. Buzz’s helmet whooshed open.
“AAGGGHHH!” Buzz clutched his throat, gasping for air. He dropped to his knees, then toppled onto his side, writhing on the ground and holding his breath. The robot and Slinky looked at each other nervously. Woody just rolled his eyes.
Finally, Buzz was forced to suck in a huge rasping breath. He waited a moment. He blinked. He sniffed. Then he exhaled. Nothing happened.
Buzz seemed stunned. “The air isn’t toxic!” he exclaimed.
Then he turned on Woody. “How dare you open a spaceman’s helmet on an uncharted planet! My eyeballs could have been sucked from their sockets!” Glaring, he whooshed his helmet closed.
“You actually think you’re the Buzz Lightyear?” Woody said. Buzz just sniffed, as if insulted. “Oh, all this time I thought it was an act!” Woody continued. He turned to the other toys, who were gathering around. “Hey, guys! Look!” he said sarcastically. “It’s the real Buzz Lightyear!”
Buzz cleared his throat, then blinked a couple of times. “You’re mocking me, aren’t you?”
Woody guffawed. “Oh, no, no, no.” Then, staring over Buzz’s shoulder, he twisted his face in horror and said, “Buzz, look! An alien!” Buzz whirled around. “Where?” Woody clutched his stomach and fell over with laughter.
Suddenly, a dog barked. Woody’s laughter died in his throat. All the toys froze and looked at the bedroom window, through which a cackle floated in from outside.
“It’s Sid!” Slinky whispered.
Rex looked frightened. “I thought he was at summer camp.”
“They must have kicked him out early this year,” Hamm grumbled.
Buzz watched, confused, as the toys crept toward the window.
“Who is it this time?” Mr. Potato Head asked. Woody pulled himself up on the windowsill and shook his head. “I can’t tell. Where’s Lenny?”
A set of windup binoculars waddled over. Woody picked up the toy and looked through him to survey the scene.
A boy was playing in his junk-filled backyard. He wore a torn black T-shirt emblazoned with a skull and crossbones. His mangy dog was digging holes.
This boy was not like Andy. There was something mean about him. Something cruel. He was taunting a miserable-looking toy soldier as he strapped a huge M-80 firecracker onto the soldier’s back with masking tape. The boy laughed as he lit the fuse.
“Oh, no,” Woody moaned, “it’s a Combat Carl.”
Buzz broke through the crowd and made his way to the windowsill. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing that concerns you spacemen,” Woody said. “Just us toys.”
“I’d better take a look anyway.” Buzz snatched Lenny from Woody’s hands and glanced around. Then his mouth fell open. “Why is that soldier strapped to an explosive device?” Woody steered the binoculars till Buzz could see the boy. “That’s why—Sid.”
“You mean that happy child?” asked Buzz.
“That ain’t no happy child,” Mr. Potato Head snapped.
“He tortures toys,” Rex said, “just for fun.”
“Well, then, we’ve got to do something.” Buzz stepped onto the window ledge.
“What are you doing?” Bo Peep exclaimed, grabbing his arm. “Get down from there!”
Buzz pulled away. “I’m going to teach that boy a lesson!”
“Yeah, sure,” Woody mocked. “You go ahead. Melt him with your scary laser.” He poked at Buzz’s control panel, making it beep.
“Be careful with that!” Buzz said. “It’s extremely dangerous.”
Lenny saw that the fuse on Sid’s explosive had almost burned down. “Hit the dirt!” he cried. The toys scattered, shrieking.
BOOM! BA-BA-BOOM!Woody and Buzz were thrown to the floor. They could hear bits and pieces of toy shrapnel pelting the side of Andy’s house. Then they heard Sid laughing.
“Yes! He’s gone! He’s history!” shouted Sid from below.
Slowly, the toys rose from their hiding places and crept back to the window. Sid was jumping around the yard happily while Scud the dog barked and strained against the rope that kept him tethered to the back shed. All that was left of the Combat Carl was a smoky black smudge on the dirt. The toys cringed and turned away.
“I could have stopped him,” Buzz said quietly.
“Buzz, I would love to see you try,” Woody replied. “Of course, I’d love to see you as a crater.”
But it was Bo Peep who spoke for them all. “The sooner we move, the better.”
第 4 章
第二天醒来，胡迪感觉浑身僵硬又酸痛。周围漆黑一片。有好一会儿，他甚至都不记得自己身在何处了。
可不一会儿，他就全想起来了。胡迪记得，安弟的房间以前全是牛仔海报和画像，甚至还有牛仔床单，可现在全部换成了太空战警的风格。安弟以前的牛仔睡衣也换成了全新的战警睡衣。很明显，安弟有了新欢——巴斯。甚至其他玩具们也似乎更喜欢巴斯而不是胡迪了。
最惨的是，安弟睡觉的时候也选择了巴斯。被子下面，安弟搂着巴斯睡觉，而胡迪却只能到玩具箱里睡，这可是从来没有的事儿。巴斯来之前，胡迪可是一直睡在安弟小床上的！
胡迪推开箱盖，朝外面窥视，发现外面是安全的。他便深吸了一口新鲜空气。他抬手去整理牛仔帽，却发现帽子不在头上。
一只橡皮鲨鱼从他身后的箱子里蹦了上来，脑袋上正戴着胡迪的
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