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迪士尼英文原版.玩具总动员4 Toy Story 4试读：
Prologue
Once, about ten years ago, in a boy named Andy’s room...
Lightning flashed through the window and thunder rumbled. Jessie, a cowgirl toy, and her horse, Bullseye, looked out into the dark night as the storm raged.
“Whoa!” exclaimed Jessie. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there! I hope they make it back all right....”
The sound of quick footsteps coming toward the bedroom made the toys gasp.
“Heads up!” said a pink piggy bank named Hamm. “Andy’s coming!”
The toys collapsed into toy mode as Andy, energetic and eight years old, burst into the room, soaking wet and smiling. He dropped an armful of wet toys onto his bed and ran down to dinner.
As soon as Andy left, Sheriff Woody snapped out of toy mode, jumped down from the bed, and darted to the windowsill. He began scanning the yard.
“Do you see him?” asked Buzz Lightyear, a space ranger action figure, as he climbed up to the sill.
“No,” said Woody.
“Well, he’s done for,” said Slinky Dog, his tail and coils drooping.
“He’ll be lost!” said Rex the dinosaur, his voice quaking with anxiety. “Forever!”
Woody jumped to the floor and began giving orders. “Jessie. Buzz. Slink. Molly’s room. The rest of you, stay put.”
Woody headed to the open door and down the hall. He peeked into Molly’s bedroom and smiled when he saw Bo, a Little Bo Peep porcelain doll figurine, who stood on her lamp base next to her sheep. Bo belonged to Andy’s little sister, Molly, but she was close friends with Woody and the rest of the toys in Andy’s room. The cutouts in Bo’s lamp’s rotating shade created gentle points of light, like twinkling stars, all over the room.
Woody climbed up the nightstand toward Bo. She knew something was up and held out her staff to help him. “Situation?” she asked.
“Lost toy,” said Woody. “Side yard.”
“Billy. Goat. Gruff,” commanded Bo. “Raise the blinds.”
Without a second thought, the three sheep bit down on the cord to the blinds and leaped off the nightstand, raising the blinds as they dropped to the floor.
Woody, Bo, Jessie, and Buzz gaped out the window as the rain slapped against it, making it difficult to see. Finally, they spotted him. RC, a remote-control car, was stuck in the muddy water rushing toward the storm drain at the end of the driveway. He spun his wheels as he tried to get out, but he only sank deeper and deeper.
Bo and Woody looked at each other for a brief moment as they plotted their next move. The friends had a way of communicating without words.
They both turned to the room and announced, “Operation Pull Toy!”
Working together, the toys launched Jessie into the air to unlock the window. Then Bo wedged her staff under the bottom of the window, forcing it open.
Woody and Bo leaned over the ledge, gazing down at the stranded car. Bo turned to Woody and straightened his hat. The cowboy took a deep breath, smiled, and hopped on top of Slinky. Buzz and Jessie held Slinky’s back end while Woody took a running leap out the window with the toy’s front end.
In the pouring rain, Woody rappelled down the side of the house to the ground. He spotted RC struggling in the storm drain.
The little vehicle spun his wheels in the mud, trying to get closer to Woody, but the rushing water kept pulling him away. The cowboy stretched Slinky as far as he could go, but they weren’t able to reach the car.
“I ain’t got any more slink!” cried Slinky.
Bo watched from the window as Woody held one of Slinky’s paws, stretching a bit farther, but it still wasn’t enough. Woody hooked the plastic loop of his pull string over Slinky’s paw, and that wasn’t enough, either.
He looked back to see Bo at the window, holding her staff with an entire barrel’s worth of monkeys linked together. She had added them to Slinky’s line, giving Woody the boost he needed. With a big lunge forward, he grabbed RC!
Woody gave the others the signal to pull, but just as he and RC sprang up, a car drove into Andy’s driveway. The toys were quick, but not quick enough. Buzz and the gang hauled the exhausted toy car into the bedroom, and—WHAP! The window slammed down on Slinky before he and Woody could make it inside.
Woody scrambled up to the ledge and peeked through the window. In the bedroom, Molly and Andy’s mom was talking with the man from the car.
“I’m so glad to see this old lamp go to a good home,” she said to him.
He watched in horror as Molly and Andy’s mom placed Bo, her lamp, and her sheep into a cardboard box and handed it to the man. After thanking her, he turned and asked, “Molly, are you sure it’s all right?”
“Yeah, I don’t want it anymore,” Molly said without hesitation.
The people walked out, and the toys rushed to the window, working together to pull the rest of Slinky up.
“Where’s Woody?” asked Buzz, surprised to see his friend wasn’t there.
Out in the driveway, the man put the cardboard box down behind his car as he searched his pockets for his keys. Unable to find them, he groaned and jogged back to the house.
As soon as he left, the box was pulled underneath the car. Its flaps were opened, and when a bolt of lightning flashed, Woody peered into the box and saw Bo comforting her sheep.
“Quick!” Woody said. “We’ll sneak into the hedges before he’s back—”
“Woody, it’s okay...,” said Bo, her voice calm and steady.
“Wha—? No! No, no. You can’t go. What’s best for Andy is that you—”
“Woody. I’m not Andy’s toy,” said Bo. Woody stared for a moment, but he knew she was right.
“It’s time for the next kid,” Bo continued. They heard the front door open and knew they didn’t have much time. “You know, kids lose their toys every day. Sometimes they get left in the yard... or put in the wrong box.” She smiled as she waited for Woody’s reply. She was hoping he would join her.
“And that box gets taken away...,” said Woody, considering her idea, grasping the edges of the cardboard box.
But the sound of Andy’s voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Mom, where’s Woody?” he asked, concerned. Woody and Bo saw Andy run out the front door. “I can’t find Woody!”
Woody sagged and let go of the box. He could never leave Andy, knowing how much his kid needed him. Bo was sad, but she understood why Woody had to stay. She reached out and straightened his hat one last time. After wiping a raindrop from his cheek, she smiled and settled back in beside her sheep.
Seconds later, the man returned and the car backed out of the driveway, revealing Woody on the ground, in toy mode. Woody stared at the car’s lights, watching them shrink until they disappeared into the stormy night.
Andy sighed with relief when he saw Woody in the rainy driveway. “There you are!” he said, scooping him up. “Mom, I found him!” Andy’s mom chuckled as she ushered him inside and closed the door.
Andy’s toys loved life with Andy. He was a joyful, imaginative kid who played with them all the time. Andy’s favorite was Woody, and that made him the leader of the toys. Andy took Woody just about everywhere he went.
But the years went by, and when Andy grew up, he wanted to pass his toys on to someone new. Bonnie, a playful little girl down the street, was a lot like Andy when he was a kid. He knew she would be the perfect person to take care of his toys. When Andy gave Woody to Bonnie, she hugged the toy close.
“My cowboy!” she said. Then she flew him around the yard, just like Andy used to. She tugged on his pull string and laughed as his voice box said, “You’re my favorite deputy!”
Andy was right—Bonnie was a wonderful kid for a toy. She wrote her name on the bottom of Woody’s boot, and Woody knew he and the rest of Andy’s toys were in good hands. But as time went on, Woody found himself being played with less and less. Soon he was watching playtime from the sidelines.
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Bonnie’s toys were crammed inside her bedroom closet, waiting to play.
“It’s getting hot in here,” said Trixie, a toy dinosaur.
“Where’s my ear?” said Mr. Potato Head.
“Ow! Hey, quit shoving!” said Buttercup, a stuffed unicorn.
“Sorry,” said Trixie. “That was my horn.”
Dolly, the leader of Bonnie’s toys, stood on a stack of board games. “Everyone listen. I thought I told you—when Mom quickly cleans the bedroom like that, expect to be put in the closet.”
Woody wandered through the toys, checking on his friends to make sure they were all okay.
Jessie, uncomfortable in the dark closet, was breathing fast.
“Deep breaths, Jessie,” said Woody, trying to calm her. “Deep breaths.” He walked by Slinky, whose wagging tail was jangling his metal coils. “Settle down, Slink. Sit. Good boy.”
Dolly stepped up to Woody. “Sheriff, do I need to be worried?”
“Nah, nah, nah,” said Woody. “My guys are veterans. They’ll hang in there.”
“Good. Just keep ’em calm until we get word,” said Dolly.
Woody saluted her. “Yes, ma’am.” He headed off and began pacing back and forth.
Buzz watched Woody, concerned. “How are you, uh... feeling about today?” he asked.
“Uh, good, good,” said Woody. “Yeah... good. I’m good.”
Buzz frowned, trying to read Woody’s expression. He could see his friend was nervous about playtime but didn’t want to talk about it. “Uh... good,” said Buzz.
Dolly’s attention turned to the slats in the closet door as she peered at a toy dangling from the bedroom doorknob. The toy kicked its legs, causing bells to chime, a warning that Bonnie was coming.
Dolly faced everyone and reported the news. “We’re on. Bonnie’s done with breakfast.”
“Any minute now,” said Dolly.
“Ya hear that?” said Woody, turning to his crew. “Any minute now. Wind ’em if you got ’em. Keep your batteries clean. Your joints unlocked.”
“Thanks, Woody. I got it,” said Dolly, trying to remind him that she was in charge.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” said Woody. He had led Andy’s toys for so long that he often forgot it wasn’t his job anymore.
The toys went silent when they heard the sound of small, quick footsteps in the hall. Before they knew it, the closet door was flung open and Bonnie shouted, “The town is open!” She scooped up her toys and placed them all around, creating a pretend town.
“Hi, mayor!” she said, grabbing Dolly. “Banker!” She grabbed Hamm. “Hi, ice cream man!” She picked up Slinky. “Hat-shop owner,” she said when she held Trixie. “Mailman.” She grabbed Buzz.
“And the sheriff!” Bonnie picked up Woody, but she didn’t take him out of the closet to play. She plucked the badge from his shirt and dropped him back to the floor.
“Okay—bye, toys!” Bonnie closed the door and began to play on the carpet.
Woody looked through the slats in the door and watched Bonnie put Woody’s badge on Jessie’s shirt and hold her up.
“YEE-HAW! Sheriff Jessie!” she said. “Giddyup, Bullseye!”
Woody sat up and noticed that he wasn’t alone in the closet. There were some toddler toys nearby, looking at him with pity. Woody ignored their sad faces and pulled out a deck of cards to play by himself. The toddler toys shuffled closer to the closet door to watch through the slats as Bonnie and the others played hat shop.
An old toy clock gazed at Woody. “That’s the third time you haven’t been picked this week,” he said. Woody continued to focus on the cards.
“I don’t know. I don’t keep count,” said Woody, slightly irritated.
“Oh, you don’t have to. I’ll do it for you!” said the clock.
“Okay, okay, okay. I get it. It’s been a while,” said Woody, his voice sounding strained. He walked away and peered through the door slats with the toddler toys.
“Bonnie?” her dad said as he entered the bedroom. “Go get your shoes on, we gotta go. You don’t want to be late for kindergarten orientation, do you?”
Bonnie’s smile fell as she looked at the floor. “But... I don’t want to go,” she said quietly.
“We talked about this,” said her dad. “We’re going to meet your teachers, see your classroom—” He tried to sound upbeat.
“Can I bring a toy?” she asked.
“Toys don’t go to school, that’s the rule,” he said. He took her hand and gently led her out of the room.
Dolly popped up. “Freeze!” she shouted. “Nobody move! Bonnie always forgets something. She’ll be back any second.”
Woody opened the closet door and quickly walked past Buzz.
“You all right, Woody? I’m sure she’ll pick you next time,” said Buzz.
“Come on,” Woody said with a chuckle, “I’m fine, no problem.”
Jessie scurried over. “Hey, Woody. Here,” she said, handing him his badge. The cowboy thanked her and continued to walk toward Dolly as he pinned the badge back onto his shirt. Buzz and Jessie exchanged a concerned look.
“Scuse me, Dolly?” said Woody.
“Woody, can’t you see I’m threatening everyone? Go back to the closet!” she ordered.
“Yeah, I know, I know,” said Woody. “It’s just—I’m worried about Bonnie. A toy should go with her to orientation.”
Dolly ushered him back toward the closet. “Didn’t you hear Dad?” she said sternly. “You’ll get Bonnie in trouble.”
“Yeah, but kindergarten is so different. It can be too much for a kid. Having a buddy with them to get through it can really help things. I remember with Andy, I would go to school with him—”
“Uh-huh. I’m sorry, Woody,” said Dolly, annoyed. “I hate to sound like a broken record, but Bonnie is not Andy.”
“No, no, no, of course, I get that, but if you would just hear me—”
Before he could finish, Dolly shut the closet door with Woody inside. “Places, everyone!” she whispered loudly.
Bonnie burst back into her bedroom and threw herself under the bed, crying.
Her mom came into the room, followed closely by her dad. They gently coaxed Bonnie out until she wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and got up. “That’s my big girl.”
“Don’t forget your backpack,” added her dad.
Bonnie grabbed it from the floor.
“You’re gonna have so much fun...,” her mom said as they all left together.
Dolly opened the closet door and peered inside. “All right. Now, what was it you were saying, Woody?”
The preschool toys looked at her blankly.
“Woody?” Dolly looked around for him, confused. Woody wasn’t there.
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Bonnie slumped in the backseat of the car. Woody, peering through a small open space at the zipper of her backpack, looked up at her, concerned.
Soon they reached the school. Bonnie clung to her mom’s hand as they walked up the steps, then went inside and down the hall to the kindergarten classroom. She glanced around at all the other kids in the class before burying her face in her mom’s leg.
“Bonnie, honey, it’ll be okay,” her mom said.
The teacher noticed Bonnie right away and knelt in front of her with a bright smile.
“Hi,” she said. “Are you Bonnie?”
Bonnie peeked out from behind her mom’s leg but didn’t say a word.
“My name is Miss Wendy,” the teacher continued. “I’m going to be your kindergarten teacher. We have a special place where you can put your backpack. You want to see?”
Bonnie followed Miss Wendy to a row of cubbies, observing the other kids as they walked across the classroom. It looked like many of the kids were already friends with each other.
“Here we are, Bonnie,” said Miss Wendy, motioning to the cubby that had Bonnie’s name on it. “Just for you.” Bonnie put her backpack inside as the teacher told everyone to find a seat. “On the first day of school, you’ll need a place to put your pencils. So today we’re going to make pencil holders.”
Woody slid the zipper of Bonnie’s backpack open a bit more and looked out. He kept an eye on her as Miss Wendy explained more about the art project. Bonnie sat at a table by herself and reached for some art supplies as a boy approached. She greeted him, but he ignored her. Woody gasped when he saw the boy grab the supplies from the table and leave.
The boy tossed an apple core into a nearby trash can and spilled some of the art supplies in along with it. Without realizing what had happened, the boy continued walking to another table, where he plopped down to sit.
It had only taken a few seconds to happen, but Bonnie was already holding back tears. Determined to help, Woody slipped out of the backpack and down from the cubby. Using a lunch box for cover, he made his way toward the trash can and climbed in. He found a discarded box of crayons and was about to toss it toward Bonnie when a few kids ran by. He froze until they passed, and then he flung the crayons in her direction. The crayons came out of the box and scattered all over the floor. Bonnie stood to pick them up.
Woody smiled and dug through the trash for more supplies—he found glue, wooden sticks, pencils, and a plastic spork. While the kids focused on their projects, he climbed out of the trash can. Without anyone noticing, Woody dropped the supplies onto Bonnie’s table and hurried back to her cubby.
From the safety of Bonnie’s backpack, he watched her finish collecting the dropped crayons and go back to her seat. She sifted through the supplies on her table. Her face lit up when she saw the spork. Woody watched with curiosity as Bonnie got to work.
Moments later, she held up the spork, admiring her creation. It now had feet, long pipe-cleaner arms, a mouth, and two googly eyes. Woody was a bit confused by the strange art project, but he was thrilled to see Bonnie finally looking happy.
Bonnie flipped the spork over and wrote her name on the stick feet, just like she did with all her toys. Woody watched with pride when Miss Wendy approached and said, “Oh, Bonnie. That is so clever.”
Bonnie held up what she’d made and spoke in her new friend’s voice. “Hello,” she said. “I’m Forky. Nice to meet you.”
“Well, hello, Forky,” said Miss Wendy. “It’s nice to meet you, too. I’m Miss Wendy.”
Later that day, when it was time to go home, Bonnie and the other kids burst out of the classroom, laughing and calling to their parents.
Bonnie showed Forky off to her mom and dad. “Look what I made! His name is Forky!”
“Oh, wow!” said Bonnie’s dad. “Look at that!”
“That is so cool!” said her mom.
Bonnie’s parents had a surprise because she had been so brave at orientation.
“Since school doesn’t start for another week, we are going on a road trip!” her dad announced.
“Can I bring Forky?” asked Bonnie.
“Of course you can!” said her mom. Bonnie cheered. She unzipped her backpack and tucked Forky inside.
“And they said I shouldn’t go to school with Bonnie,” Woody said to himself. He looked over at Forky. “We’ve got this kindergarten thing under control, eh?” He smirked. “I can’t believe I’m talking to a spork.”
Suddenly, one of Forky’s googly eyes moved. Woody froze and squinted at the spork, wondering if his own eyes were playing tricks on him. He moved in for a closer look and... Forky’s lips quivered. Then Forky sat up and gasped.
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As soon as she got home, Bonnie ran up to her bedroom and tossed her backpack onto the floor before darting back out！《
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》￥4￥（4）！Once Bonnie was gone, Woody unzipped the backpack and climbed out.
Trixie gasped at the sight of him. “He did go to kindergarten!” she exclaimed.
Shocked, all the toys began chattering.
“You tryin’ to get Bonnie in trouble?” asked Buttercup.
“No, of course not,” said Woody.
“You could have been confiscated,” said Dolly.
Rex turned to Hamm. “What does that mean?”
“Taken away,” answered Hamm.
“No!” shouted Rex.
“Or worse,” said Jessie. “You could’ve been lost.”
“No, no, no, guys, listen,” Woody said, trying to explain. “Bonnie had a great day in class, and we’re going on a road trip—”
“Vacation!” shouted Buttercup. The rest of the toys cheered.
“Yeah, but then something really weird hap-pened,” said Woody. “Bonnie made a friend in class.”
“Oh, she’s already making friends!” Dolly said proudly.
“No, no,” said Woody, shaking his head. “She literally MADE a new friend.” The toys watched, confused, as he leaned into the open backpack. “Hey... it’s okay,” he said in a gentle voice. “Come on out. That’s it. That’s it. Come on, there you go....”
Forky whimpered as he peered out and saw all the toys staring at him.
Woody continued to coax Forky out until he finally emerged. Woody turned to the group. “Everyone, I want you to meet... Forky!”
“Wow!” said Jessie.
“Golly... Bob... Howdy...,” said Slinky.
“Look how long his arms are!” said Rex.
Forky’s googly eyes moved from one toy to the next as he wondered what was going on. He turned to Woody and asked, “Trash?”
Woody laughed. “No... toys. They’re all toys,” he explained.
“T-t-t-trash?” Forky asked again.
Woody pointed toward a trash can in the corner of Bonnie’s bedroom. “No, no, no—that’s the trash. These are your friends!” He looked at the gang.
The toys greeted Forky, but Forky screamed. Terrified, he fell over.
“Trash!” said Forky.
“Shhh, no, no, it’s okay,” said Woody, picking up the spork.
Forky kept repeating, “Trash!”
The toys stood staring at Forky, confused.
“Woody, I have a question,” said Trixie, breaking the awkward silence. “Um, well, actually, not just one. I have all of them. I have all the questions.”
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