Toy Story 3 by Disney Digital Books Read Free Book Online Page B

lovestruck. He started whispering romantically to her in Spanish.
    Jessie stared at him. “Did you fix Buzz?” she murmured to her friends.
    “Eh,” Hamm said with a shrug, “sort of.”
    “Behind you!” Mrs. Potato Head whispered. “Someone’s coming!”
    The toys turned. A tall figure loomed before them in the darkness. The toys saw that it had large eyes, wiry arms . . . and a familiar-looking mustache.
    It was Mr. Potato Head. Except his parts weren’t attached to a potato—he was using a cucumber! “You would not believe what I’ve been through tonight!” he griped.
    Mrs. Potato Head rushed over to her husband. “Darling! Are you okay?”
    “I feel fresh! Healthy!” Mr. Cucumber Head groaned. “It’s terrible!”
    “You’ve lost weight!” Mrs. Potato Head said, wrapping an arm around his tall, thin cucumber body.
    Bullseye nudged Mr. Potato Head’s plastic body toward him. “Ah, you’re a sight for detachable eyes!” Mr. Potato Head said, putting himself back together again.
    The toys began to make their way across the playground.
    Dodging Lotso’s patrol trucks, they ducked from one piece of playground equipment to the next.
    When they came to the swing set, they heard an eerie creak.
    Big Baby was sitting on the last swing. He rocked slowly back and forth, looking up at the moon.
    One by one, the toys crept behind Big Baby. They tried not to make a sound.
    The toys had almost made it past Big Baby when one of the Aliens tripped. He landed with a squeak!
    Big Baby’s head spun around on his neck. Woody, Bullseye, and the Aliens cowered in the shadows. The giant baby doll got up and began to walk toward the sound.
    At the last second, Woody and his friends dived beneath a plastic sand bucket that had been left on the ground. Big Baby reached the spot where they’d been standing. But there was no one there. He walked away.
    Quickly Woody and the others raced to meet up with the rest of the toys.
    “C’mon! We’re almost there!” Woody said.
    They made a break for the trash chute. When they got there, Woody jumped for the handle, but he wasn’t tall enough.
    Buzz stepped forward, brushing Woody aside. He pressed the button to activate his voice box. “¡Buzz Lightyear al rescate!” There was no mistaking what Buzz meant: “Buzz Lightyear to the rescue!”
    Buzz stepped to the chute. In a series of flips, he jumped up toward the lid. He grabbed the handle and yanked it down.
    “Way to go, Buzz!” Woody cheered. The toys boosted one another onto the lid of the trash chute. Below them, the chute disappeared into the darkness.
    “Is it safe?” Jessie asked, peering down.
    “I guess I’ll find out,” Woody said. He let go of the rim and started down. He slid faster and faster. At the bottom he stopped, teetering on the edge of a Dumpster. If he’d slid another inch, he would have fallen right in!
    “Woody!” called Jessie. “You okay?”
    “Yeah. Come on down,” Woody called up. “But not all at once!”
    “What’d he say?” Mr. Potato Head asked.
    “I think he said, ‘All at once,’” Hamm said.
    “No!” Woody shouted.
    But it was too late. The toys were already sliding down the chute. “Whoa! Watch out!” they cried as they tumbled together. At the bottom, they slammed into Woody, almost knocking him into the trash! At the last second, Jessie grabbed him and yanked him back from the edge.
    The Dumpster in front of them had a two-sided lid. The side closer to Woody and his friends was open. All they had to do was get across and they would be free.
    Woody thought hard. What they needed was a bridge.
    “Slink? Think you can make it?” he asked the dog.
    “I might be old, but I still got a spring in my step!” Slinky backed up. He took a running leap off the edge of the trash chute. He sailed over the open part of the Dumpster and landed on the closed lid.
    “He did it!” Rex squealed. Slinky’s back paws were still standing on the edge of the trash chute. His