11 years later/Andy's getting ready to leave for college/Toys in the curb

Here is how 11 years has gone by in Mickey Mouse's 3rd Toy Story.

During the black out, many voices of Woody and his friends are heard.

Woody: (V.O.) Okay... places, everyone! C'mon, get in position!

Inside Andy's toy box, crowded as the toys crammed together and the lights seeps in. Nervous, backstage jitters and speak in hushed tones.

Mickey Mouse: Let's stay under them, everyone!

Mrs. Potato Head: Wait. I can't find my other eye!

Hamm: Someone's foot is in my face...

Sylvia Marpole: Shh.

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit: That's everyoe below.

Mr. Potato Head: It's mine! Give it back!

LGMs: You saved our lives! We are eternally grateful!

Mr. Potato Head: Shh!

As Mr. Potato Head groans, Buzz sits by the rim and Jessie climbs up.

Jessie: Buzz, mind if I squeeze in next to ya?!

Buzz Lightyear: Yes! No! I mean...! Why would I mind?! Squeezing next to... You!

Buzz laughs, nervous. Jessie grins. Finally, Buzz turns away.

Max Goof: Here goes nothing.

Buzz Lightyear: (continued) Is it hot in here?

Rex: (O.S.) Here they come!

As Mickey, Woody, Buzz and the others clamber to the rim and gaze out, Sarge and two green army men slip in the room and dragging something in a gym sock. The Army Men arrive at the chest as Woody peers down.

Woody: Sarge! You got it...?!

Sarge: Mission accomplished!

Gyro Gearloose: This is it.

As Mickey, Woody and the others are thrilled, the army men hoist the sock up.

Woody: Careful...! Careful!!!

Mickey Mouse: Stay as quiet as we can.

Sora: We don't want Andy to find us with Woody and the others.

As Buzz turns the sock upside-down, a cell phone slides out and Mickey, the others and the toys gather around.

Woody: (continued) All right, guys. We got one shot at this. Everyone ready?

Jessie: We're ready, Woody! Let's do it!

Goofy: Go fer it.

Mona: Call Andy.

Woody: Okay, Buzz. Make the call.

As 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 rang. Rex yelps. Buzz, Jessie and Woody peer over the rim. Some footsteps on the stairs.

Buzz Lightyear: Target is on approach.

Woody's eyes are fixed on the door.

Woody: Just like we rehearsed it, guys...

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit: Here comes Andy.

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 Davis: Hello...?

As for Woody, holding the phone. He closes his eyes.

Andy Davis: (on the phone) Hello...? Anyone there?

Then, Andy hangs up and turns.

Andy Davis: Molly, stay outta my room!

Molly Davis: (offscreen) 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 Davis: Then who was messing with my stuff?

Molly Davis: (offscreen) It wasn’t me...!

As he departs while closing the door, Woody and Buzz push the chest open, share a look. Just as the other Toys climb out, Mickey and his friends came out last.

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 as Woody waves his arms.

Woody: Guys, hey, hold up! We need a staff meeting! Everyone? A staff meeting!

Sadly, everyone groan of boredom.

Hamm: Not again...!

Woody: Oh, come on! Slink? Gather everyone up!

Slinky Dog: Uh... We are gathered, Woody! The Toy Community is a lot smaller.

Woody: (rolls with it) 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?

Unfortunately, Woody looks at all of them and he shakes his head.

Woody: I’m callin’ it, guys. We’re closin’ up shop.

As everyone gasps, they were crushed by this news.

Woody: Andy’s going to college any day now... That was our last shot.

The moment Mrs. Potato Head begins to sniffle, Buzz steps forward

Buzz Lightyear: 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!

Just then, Buzz, see 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 Lightyear: Hey! Sarge! What are you doing?!

As everyone turned, 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 Lightyear: You’re going awol?!

Sarge: We done our duty. Andy’s grown up.

Soldier 1: And let's face it, when the trash bags come out, we Army guys are the first to go.

Buzz Lightyear: Trash bags...?!

Woody: Who said anything about trash bags?

Mickey Mouse: What do you mean?

Sarge: It has been an honor serving with you. Good luck, folks.

Sarge straps in tandem with the first soldier, they leap with their parachute opens and the wind carries them off.

Soldier 2: You’re gonna need it...!

Then, he jumps and flies off too as the toys are stunned.

Woody: No, no... Wait...! Wait! Wait!!!

Mickey Mouse: Come back!

Sora: They can't go!

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit: We're doomed.

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 Lightyear: We’ll be fine, Jessie!

Hamm: So why did Sarge leave?!

Mrs. Potato Head: Should we leave?!

Slinky Dog: I thought we were goin’ to the attic!

Rex: Oh, I hate all this uncertainty...!

Then, 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...

Launchpad McQuack: RC?

Woody: Yes, RC and...

Mickey Mouse: And Rocky?

Sylvia Marpole: And Lenny?

Woody: Yes, Rocky and Lenny too. And...

Rex: Bo Peep...?

Woody nods, stoic.

Woody: Yeah. 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 Lightyear: ...And we’ll all be together.

Woody: Exactly. There’s games up there, and books... And, and...

Buzz Lightyear: The race-car track...

Woody: The race-car track. Thank you!

Slinky Dog: 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: And someday, if we’re lucky, Andy may have kids of his own..

Rex: And he’ll play with us then, right?

Then, Woody looks at Rex, unable to say “yes”.

Woody: We’ll always be there for him.

Buzz Lightyear: Come on, guys! Let’s get our parts together, get ready, and go out on a high note.

But however, 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 Lightyear: You guarantee it, huh...?

Woody: I dunno, Buzz. What else could I say?

Buzz Lightyear: Whatever happens, at least we’ll be together with Mickey and the gang.

Close on, the snapshot of young Andy.

Woody: (O.C.) For Infinity and Beyond..

Suddenly, footsteps on the stairs were heard as Woody and Buzz turn.

Molly Davis: (O.S.) Can I have your stereo?

Andy Davis: (O.S.) No.

Molly Davis: (O.S.) Why not?

Andy Davis: (O.S.) ‘Cause I’m taking it with me.

Then, the toys scramble back into the toy chest as Mickey and his friends hid under the bed. Soon, Andy enters with Molly close behind.

Molly Davis: Can I have your computer?

Andy Davis: No.

Molly Davis: Your video games?

Andy Davis: Forget it, Molly.

Molly sighs, walks off. Andy starts typing on his laptop. Andy’s Mom enters carrying cardboard boxes and trash bags.

Mrs. Davis: Okay, Andy, let’s get to work here. Anything you’re not taking to college either goes in the attic, or it’s trash.

Then, she picks up a box and writes “College” in magic marker, Andy stares at his computer.

Andy Davis: Mom, I’m not leaving ‘til Friday.

Mrs. Davis: C’mon, it’s garbage day.

Andy Davis: Mom...

So with that, she picks up his skateboard, puts it in the “College” box.

Mrs. Davis: Look, it’s simple: Skateboard? College. Little league trophy? Probably attic. Apple core? Trash. You can do the rest.

As she tosses an apple core in a trash bag, she hands it to Andy. Molly then opens the toy chest.

Molly Davis: Why do you still have these toys?

Andy Davis: Molly, out of my room...!

Molly Davis: Three more days and it’s mine...! (strides out the door)

Mrs. Davis: Molly, you’re not off the hook either!

Then, the toy chest opens as Woody and his friends watch as Mrs. Davis picks up a box, entering Molly’s room.

Mrs. Davis: You have more toys than you know what to do with. Some of ‘em could make other kids really happy...

Molly Davis: What kids...?

Mrs. Davis: The children at the day care. They’re always asking for donations.

Rex: (whispers) What’s “day care”?

Woody: Shhh...!!!

With that questioned, Mrs. Davis writes Sunnyside on the box as Molly pouts.

Molly Davis: But, Mom...

Mrs. Davis: No “buts”. You choose the toys you wanna donate. I’ll drop ‘em off at Sunnyside.

As her mom leaves. Molly sighs and surveys the room. She picks up a xylophone, a magic 8-ball, puts them in the box. She picks up her old Barbie. Barbie smiles, desperately eager to please. Molly, indifferent, tosses Barbie into the box, then buries her face in a “Teen” magazine. Inside the toy chest across the hall, the toys reacted.

Jessie: Poor Barbie...!

Hamm: I get the Corvette.

Sylvia Marpole: There goes the Magic 8-Ball.

Max Goof: I can see where this is going for Woody and the others.

Then, Andy's mother walks back and finds Andy still on his laptop.

Mrs. Davis: Andy, come on. You need to start making decisions.

Andy Davis: Like what?

Mrs. Davis: (pulls open the toy chest) Like, what are you gonna do with these toys? Should we donate‘em to Sunnyside?

Andy Davis: No...

Mrs. Davis: Maybe sell them online...?

Andy Davis: Mom, no one’s gonna want those old toys. They’re junk!

Sadnly, the toys silently hear this bombshell, Andy's mother then lowers the lid.

Mrs. Davis: Fine. You have ‘til Friday. Anything that’s not packed for college, or in the attic, is getting thrown out.

Andy Davis: Whatever you say, Mom.

He stares at his laptop. She shakes her head, exits. Andy sighs, closes his laptop. He turns, surveys his room. He rolls his chair to the toy chest and opens the lid. Inside are the toys, his old friends. They lie frozen, smiling, forever eager to play. Andy gazes at them, making a decision. Abruptly, he grabs a trash bag, snaps it open. He picks up the toys, Rex, the Potato Heads, Jessie, Bullseye, Buzz, Slinky, Hamm and Woody, and tosses them in.

He pulls Hamm’s cork, empties the change out, and dumps him, with rest of the Toys, in the trash bag. Then Andy picks up Buzz and Woody, looks at them. With Buzz, grinning and heroic. Woody, smiling and loyal. Andy turns, tosses Woody in the College box. The Toys gasp. Andy drops Buzz into the garbage bag. In the bag, Buzz is stunned and hurt. Andy cinches the bag closed and carries it from the room. Behind him, Woody pops up from the College box, shocked. Inside the bag, it’s dim and crowded.

Rex: What’s happening...?!!!

Mr. Potato Head: We’re getting thrown out, you idiot! That’s what’s happening!!!

Soon, Woody jumps from the box, runs across the room, hides behind the door frame. Andy walks onto the hall landing, reaches up, and pulls open a trapdoor ladder that leads to the attic. Woody watches, relieved. Andy begins climbing to the attic. One rung... Two... Molly enters the hall landing, struggling with her box. It hits the door frame. A Magic 8-Ball falls out.

Andy Davis: You need a hand?

Molly Davis: I got it...

Andy steps down, leaves the bag at the foot of the ladder, grabs the 8-Ball. He helps Molly carry her box downstairs.

Andy Davis: Here. So, you gonna miss me when I’m gone?

Molly Davis: If I say ‘no’, do I still get your room?

Andy Davis: Nope.

Molly Davis: Then, yes, I’ll miss you.

As they disappear, Mickey and his friends came out to see what's going on.

Back in the bag, the toys are piled all over each other. Jessie is hyperventilating. Buzz looks around, plotting his next move.

Jessie: I can’t breathe!

Rex: This can’t be happening!

Buzz Lightyear: Quiet. What’s that sound?

They all listen. A faint creaking. On the landing, the attic ladder spring loaded retracts, pushing the toy-filled trash bag out of the way. Inside the bag, it tipped over. The toys tumble over each other.

Toys: Whooaaaaa...!

On the landing, the ladder pushes free and rises to the ceiling, retracting completely. Woody tiptoes into the hall toward the bag. Suddenly, Andy's mother enters carrying a trash bag. Woody retreats. Mom trips over the toy-filled bag, looks down, irritated.

Mrs. Davis: Andy...?!

Mrs. Davis sighs, picks up the toy-filled bag and exits, carrying it downstairs.

Back in Andy’s room, Woody was at the door and is electrified.

Woody: That’s not trash! That’s not trash!!

With Mickey and his friends came to help, he steps back, mind reeling.

Woody: Think, Woody...! Think! Think! (an idea) Oooh! (whistles) Buster! C’mere, boy! C’mere!

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit: Woody, I don't think Buster is up for this.

Off-screen, paws and the jingle of a dog collar. Buster enters, old, shaggy, panting. Woody vaults onto his back.

Woody: Okay, boy! To the curb! Hyah!!!

But as Buster yawns and flops over, he's pinning Woody under him.

Woody: No, Buster, no...!

Mickey Mouse: Hold on, Woody, we'll help you.

So Mickey grabs Buster as Woody grabbed him by the jowls, pulls him backwards. Finally, Buster rolls over. Woody sits up, gasping. Off-screen, a door slams.

Mickey Mouse: Come on, we gotta go help the other toys!

So with no time to lose, they gather their equipment and get ready for the rescue.