Edit: I've changed the title to Kidnapped by Labby (temporarily cuz it's a lame title I thought last minute) because I've been notified it's very similar to a story named "Ruby see, Ruby do". My partner and I honestly weren't even aware at the time when thinking of that title; it flew out of our minds. Again, we DID NOT steal it on purpose and apologize for the previous title.

Hey guys! So as you read, this story is done by another author named reader-n-writer-96 and me. This chapter is done by me and the next will be done by her and chapter 3 will be me blah blah lbah, we alternate. So I hope you enjoy and please leave a review!

It was an ordinary day at the Davis household. Andy completed his daily playtime with his favorite clan of toys and ran downstairs to be driven to school. After watching Mrs. Davis assembling Molly's seatbelt in her car seat, Hamm jumped down the ledge to join the rest of the chatting toys. Well, almost all the toys.

"Oh great," Woody moaned, twirling his body around in a semi-frantic search, "Where's Jessie now?"

"She's gone again? Did you check under the bed?" asked Bo, pointing her staff to the edge of Andy's bed. Woody nodded his head yes in a response.

"If I had internal organs instead of stuffing, I would have had a stomach ulcer by now," mumbled Woody.

"She's not in the toy box," announced Buzz, walking over to the toy sheriff.

"That's perfect," Woody sarcastically remarked, "You never gave me this much stress out of all the years you've been here, Buzz. She's only been here six months and I'm a nervous wreck."

"She likes to play with you," Bo interrupted, wringing her hands on her staff with a grin.

"Yeah, well, I'm not playing."

"Hey guys, what's up?" greeted Slinky as he sauntered over to the search party.

"Not now, Slink."

"I mean, I think I found what you're looking for," he clarified, tilting his head upwards. As the rest of the toys look up, their eyes met up with a closed vent.

"Not again," groaned Woody, "I'll go check."

The cowboy slowly opened the cover of the vent as he stood on Andy's dresser that was placed directly underneath it.

"Jessie?" he called out. "Are you in here?" As he squinted his eyes to focus his sight, he saw a silhouette crawling on its knees and hands towards him.

"Right here, partner!" she exclaimed as she came face-to-face with him. The beams of the flashlight she had brought up with her was shone and reflected off the walls.

"Jessie! What did I tell you about being in the vents? Do you know that Andy's mom will be here any minute? What's the matter with you? Why are you even up here?"

"You told me not to. Yes I know. Nothing's the matter with me. And it's fun. Does that answer all your questions?"

"Jessie..."

"Woody..." she countered, copying his pose by crossing her arms.

"Jessie, you're gonna hurt yourself one day."

"No I won't! I'm fine Woody. I can look after myself."

"Jessie, stop fooling around and climb outta here."

"What will convince you I'm OK?"

"Jessie, it's dangerous-"

"Doncha trust me?"

"It has nothing to do with trust, Jessie. You're either going to hurt yourself or get lost in here. Just stay in Andy's room."

"How many times do I have to tell you I'll be fine? I'm not going to get myself into trouble."

"Yes you will. Now c'mon," Woody urged while holding her hand, "Lets go. It's time for a staff meeting."

"Another one? Why are you so anal about these things, Woody?"

"C'mon," he demanded through his teeth as he pulled her hand again.

As she rolled her eyes, she slid her body out of the vent and onto the dresser with her male counterpart.

After a short staff meeting, Woody heard Andy's mother pulling up the driveway after dropping her son off at his elementary school.

"OK, that concludes our staff meeting," broadcasted Woody as he watched the toys go to their spots, "And don't forget that Andy is pet sitting the neighbor's dog while they're on vacation. He's coming over today!"

The door flew open and the toys fell lifeless as they heard Mrs. Davis complain under her breath that her son's room was a mess.

"How many times have I told him to clean up after playtime?" she asked herself as the doorbell rang. "That must be the Gardeners now with Labby…"

So it's a simple start but don't worry, it will definately get more interesting. This is only the set up. Yet again please review or critique and check out some of reader-n-writer-96's stories. They're awesome!