A/N: I've written a lot of one-shots lately, and I decided to try out writing another story. I got this idea a long time ago, but I wasn't quite sure how it would work out. I'm still not sure how it will work out. :/ Lol. I hope you enjoy this first chapter, however, and we'll find out how this story will go as we go along, shall we? Let me know what you think!

Woody slowly paced around the room. He quickly grew impatient as he waited for Bo to come. It never took her this long to reach Andy's room from Molly's. What was the hold up? Woody simply sighed and decided to entertain himself in the meantime. He tried to find someone to talk to, but all of the toys were occupied with something, and not one of them wanted to be disturbed.

Woody sighed again and hopped on top of Andy's bed. Bullseye came to join him only a minute later, and Woody silently stroked Bullseye's mane. They sat there for a minute when Bullseye stood up to leave. He looked back once at Woody and wagged his tail as if to tell him to follow him. Woody decided to humor the horse since he had nothing else to do, and he followed Bullseye to Andy's desk. Bullseye looked up at the desk, and Woody followed his gaze. A small red had was sticking over the edge, and Woody looked back at Bullseye. Bullseye gestured for Woody to climb up, and Woody decided to follow the horse's advice. He climbed up and saw a lone cowgirl sitting on a pile of books.

"Hey there cowgirl," Woody smiled at Jessie. "What are you up to?"

Her eyes were glazed over, and Woody later joked that she could have passed for a statue. Jessie blinked once and focused her gaze on Woody. The cowboy doll stood only a few inches away. His arms were folded across his chest, and his hat tilted a bit to the side. She swallowed once when she finally realized that he was expecting her to answer. She finally decided to break the awkward silence with a mumbled, "Nothing." He shook his head in disappointment and sat down next to her.

"Is something the matter?" he asked.

"No," she replied, missing the beat by a fraction of a second. "Nothing's the matter. I'm just thinking…" she trailed off. She looked down at her boots as she resumed her deep state of thinking.

"Thinking about what?" Woody questioned.

She sighed. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Then, a thought struck her. Maybe he could be of some use after all.

"Hey Woody," she started, a mischievous smile spreading across her plastic face. "D'you think you could help me with something?"

Woody blinked once. He wasn't expecting this. "Sure," he happily agreed. As long as it would make her feel more at home, he would do anything to help her out. She'd only been here a few weeks, and he had feared that it would have been a rough transition for her. It had actually been the opposite. All of Andy's toys loved her, especially a certain space ranger, and she had been able to fit in extremely well. Woody couldn't believe it, and he quickly grew worried that it wouldn't last for much longer. Whatever her request may be, he'd help in any way he could.

"I want to play a prank on Buzz," Jessie suddenly burst out.

Woody was caught so off guard that his natural reaction was to laugh. He laughed and laughed until his seams started to rip. Jessie gave him a look that would have silenced him had it not been that she wanted to play a prank on Buzz. The idea struck his funny bone, and for some reason, his laughter could not be contained. He continued to giggle as she started to explain her reasons for this sudden favor.

"I can't think of any really good pranks. I really want to surprise him, ya know? I'm going to get that space boy real good, but first, I need some ideas. I'm short on 'em. I haven't pranked someone for years. Prospector didn't think it was funny the first time I pranked him, and when I pranked Bullseye, he wouldn't look at me for a whole week."

"Why are you so determined on pranking him?" Woody asked as a giggle barely escaped his lips.

"He's a shy toy," she shrugged. "I thought maybe it'd help to loosen him up a bit. I think he could handle it."

"Oh he's not shy, he's just…" Woody trailed off.

"He's just what?" Jessie demanded.

"Nothing. What ideas do you have so far?"

"Well…" Jessie drawled as her mind wandered yet again.