Video Game Buzz Lightyear: Buzz Lightyear mission log. All signs point to this planet as the location in fortress, there seems to be sign of technology everywhere.
Video Game Emperor Zurg: Come to me, my prey.
Video Game Buzz Lightyear: Buzz Lightyear to the rescue.
Video Game Emperor Zurg: So, we meet again. Prepare to die.
Video Game Buzz Lightyear: Not today.
Rex: No, no! No, no, no.
Buzz Lightyear: You almost had it.
Rex: I am never going to defeat Zurg.
Buzz Lightyear: Sure you will. In fact, you are a better that I sure am.
Rex: But look at my arm, I can press the fire button and jump of the same time.
Woody: What is it, what is it?
Buzz Lightyear: Woody. Hang on. Woody, are you okay.
Woody: Yeah, I'm fine. Here's the thing and you gone. Battery need to be change. Toys in the bottom of the chest need to be rotate. Make sure everyone attending Mr. Spell's seminar on what to do it you and parts swallow. Okay, okay.
Buzz Lightyear: Woody, you have finding hat yet.
Woody: Oh, no! Andy's leave cowboy camp any minute, I can finding somewhere.
Buzz Lightyear: Don't worry. It was just a few hours, you'll be sitting around a campfire with Andy, making breakfast, hot chips.
Woody: They call me, Buzz.
Buzz Lightyear: Right, of course. Everyone finding Woody's hat yet?
Sarge: Keep look, man. Dig deeper.
Soldier: Negatory! Start searching.
Hamm: There's the lawn gnome next door said it's not in the yard sale. Yeah, keep looking.
Bo Peep: It was Molly's room. We look anywhere.
Mr. Potato Head: I find it.
Woody: I see my hat.
Mr. Potato Head: Why not? The missing lost his ear, I am going to sweet potato.
Mrs. Potato Head: Oh, there you are. It was so nice to have a big, strong spud around this house.
Woody: Oh, that's great. That's just great. This'll be the first year I miss cowboy camp, but there's stupid hat.
Bo Peep: Woody, look under you boot.
Woody: Don't worry. My hat is not under the boot.
Bo Peep: Would you just look it.
Woody: You see that. Just the word Andy.
Bo Peep: Sure. And the boy who wrote than would take you to camp, not the hat.
Woody: I'm so sorry. It's just that I'll been look forward to this best years. It's my one time with just like me.
Bo Peep: Oh, that's so cute and you care.
Woody: Bo, not you Buzz.
Bo Peep: Let her look.
Rex: Bo Peep. You sheep.
Al: Hey, kids, this is Al's Toy Barn, and I am sitting on some good real there. Oh, I think I'm feeling a real hatch right now. Let's see what I got. We've got ship for a buck...
Woody: Turn it off. Someone's going to hear.
Rex: Which one is off?
Al: Buck, buck. And that's cheap, cheap. Hurry on.
Hamm: For crying out loud. I despise that chicken.
Slinky: Hey, fellas! Fellas! I got some good things and you got some bad things.
Mrs. Potato Head: Good things.
Slinky: The good things is, I finding hat, Woody.
Woody: I got it. Slinky, thank you. Thank you, thank you. Where you find it.
Slinky: Well then, the bad things.
Rex: Oh, no! It's Buster!
Sarge: Red alert! Man you battle stations. Let's move it, move it.
Bo Peep: Woody, run.
Woody: Okay, okay. You found it. Buster, all right. How it do, Hamm.
Hamm: Seems a new record.
Woody: Okay, boy. Reach for the sky. Got it. Good job. Who's going to mess me when I am gone. Who's going to mess me. Who's going to mess me.
Andy's Mom: You got them the thing.
Woody: Okay. Have a good week, everyone. I'll see you Sunday night.
Andy: It was my room. Stick them up. I guest we work the later. Woody, are you going to cowboy camp.
Andy's Mom: Come on. Five minutes, and we're leaving.
Andy: Five minutes.
Andy (as Bo Peep): Help! Someone help me.
Andy (as Woody): Leave her alone, Dr. Porkchop.
Andy (as Hamm): Never! You must choose, sheriff Woody. How shell you die. Shark, death by monkeys. Choose.
Andy (as Woody): I choose Buzz Lightyear.
Andy (as Hamm): What? That's not right.
Andy (as Buzz Lightyear): Buzz Lightyear to the rescue.
Andy (as Woody): I'll save the day, Bo Peep.
Andy (as Bo Peep): A hero. (makes kissing noises)
Andy (as Woody): Thanks, Buzz.
Andy (as Buzz Lightyear): No problem, somebody.
Andy: You should never tangle with a stoppable due of Woody and Buzz Lightyear. (as Woody's arm is ripped) Oh, no.
Andy's Mom: Come on, let's go. Molly's already in the car seat.
Andy: Mom, Woody's arm ripped.
Andy's Mom: Oh, no. Maybe you can fix him on a way.
Andy: No, just leave him.
Andy's Mom: I'm sorry, honey, you know toys don't last forever.
Rex: What happened?
Mr. Potato Head: Has been shelved.
Woody: Andy.
Slinky: Woody.
Bo Peep: Woody, are you okay.
Andy: Yee-haw! Ride 'em, cowboy! Whoo!
Woody: Coming back.
Andy: Yeah, giddy-up! Yeah, giddy-up!
Woody: Hey, everyone. Andy's back. Back early from cowboy camp.
Hamm: Heads up! Andy's coming.
Andy: Yes. (humming the Lone Ranger Theme Song) Woody, do you miss me? Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up! Ride 'em, cowboy. Oh, no. I forgot. You broke it. I don't want to play anyone.
Woody: What? Oh, no. Andy. No, Andy, no! Andy.
Andy: Bye, Woody.
Woody: No, Andy, no! Wheezy, what is it you?
Wheezy: Woody.
Woody: What are you doing? I thought Mom took you to get you squeak fix months ago. Andy is so upset.
Wheezy: She just told you that to calm down and then put on a shelf.
Woody: Why didn't you yell for help.
Wheezy: Well, I tried squeaking. But I'm still broken. No one could hear me. Besides, the dust aggravates my condition. What's the point in prolonging a inevitable? We're all just one stitched away from here, to there.
Woody: Wait a minute. Yard sale. Yard sale. Wake up, wake up! There's a yard sale outside.
Buzz Lightyear: What?!
Woody: Hey, Sarge, emergency roll call!
Sarge: Yes, sir! Red alert! Civilians fall in position now. Okay, folks. Let's move it, move it, move it.
Buzz Lightyear: Hamm?
Hamm: Here.
Buzz Lightyear: Potato Head, Mr. and Mrs.?
Both: Here.
Buzz Lightyear: Troikas. Check, check, check.
Rex: I hate yard sale. Quick, someone's coming.
Andy's Mom: Okay, let's see you there.
Wheezy: Bye, Woody.
Woody: Wheezy! Come on. Think, Woody, think. Think, think. Holy shit! Buster's here. Up there! No. no. Okay, quick to the yard sale.
Mr. Potato Head: What's going on up there?
Bo Peep: Woody.
Mr. Potato Head: It's nuts.
Slinky: He's arm ain't the good.
Rex: I do it. I love you.
Woody: Careful on a steps now.
Andy's Mom: Hi. Can you help it.
Woody: Okay, let's go. And keep it casual. Not that casual.
Hamm: Piggy bank coming through, coming through.
Slinky: Hey, let me see.
Rex: Is it out here.
Bo Peep: Can you see it?
Buzz Lightyear: There it is.
Rex: Oh, he is getting in the box!
Hamm: He's selling himself for 20 cents.
Slinky: Woody, you're worth more than that.
Buzz Lightyear: Hold it, hold it. He's got something. Wheezy.
All: Wheezy.
Rex: Hey, it's not suicide. To the rescue!
Woody: Good boy, Buster. Hold still. There you go, pal.
Wheezy: Bless you, Woody.
Woody: All right, back to Andy's room.
Buzz Lightyear: Way to go, cowboy.
Hamm: Woodster.
Slinky: Golly bob howdy.
Wheezy: Woody, I'm slippery.
Little Girl: Look, Mom, look at this. Mommy, look, it's the cowboy doll.
Rex: That's not his toy.
Buzz Lightyear: No, no, no.
Slinky: What's that little girl think she's doing.
Little Girl: Hey, Mom! Mom, can you get it. Mommy, please.
Mother: Honey, you don't want the toy. It's wanna broke.
Voice Box: There's a snake in my boot.
Al: Originally hand-paint face. Natural-dyed, blank-stitch vest. Little ripped, fixable. It only you had stitched, polyvinyl. Oh, I found hat. I found him, I found him.
Andy's Mom: Buster, calm down. Excuse me, can you help it.
Al: How much for all this stuffed you.
Slinky: Yep, you can help take her pup on my pal.
Al: I'll get you, fifteen cents for all this junk.
Andy's Mom: Now, how did this get down here.
Buzz Lightyear: Just hand his a sheriff.
Al: Oh, a pro.
Buzz Lightyear: Nice and see you.
Al: Very well, five dollar.
Andy's Mom: I'm sorry, it's a new family toy.
Buzz Lightyear: Now just walk away.
Al: Wait.
Buzz Lightyear: The other way.
Al: I'll get you fifty bucks of her.
Mr. Potato Head: Fifty bucks would bad.
Andy's Mom: It was not for yard sale.
Al: Everything for sale. Or we're trade. You like my watch.
Andy's Mom: I'm sorry.
Buzz Lightyear: He's safe.
Hamm: Way to go, Andy's mom.
Mr. Potato Head: That was close.
Slinky: All right, she showing him.
Al: Lady...
Andy's Mom: Molly, do not touch, please.
Al: Lady. Lady. Oh, no!
Mr. Potato Head: Yeah, go home, Mr. Fancy Car.
Buzz Lightyear: Hang it.
Hamm: What's up?
Andy's Mom: Molly.
Rex: What isn't it, Buzz.
Andy's Mom: Molly, it'll be right here. What's now?
Mr. Potato Head: What's happened on down there.
Hamm: What's going on down there?
Slinky: What's he doing?
Rex: I can't watch, can you some cover in your eyes.
Buzz Lightyear: Oh, no. He's steal my Woody.
Rex: What?
Hamm: Stealing, wait.
Rex: He can taking Woody. It is illegal.
Slinky: Where's he going?
Rex: Somebody do something.
Bo Peep: Buzz.
Mr. Potato Head: Go on, Buzz.
Andy's Mom: Okay, where's my red jacket.
Bo Peep: Why will someone steal Woody.
Attendant: Thanks, Al.
Hamm: All right, let's review this one more time. At precisely 8:32 -ish, Exhibit "A". Woody was kidnapped. Exhibit "B": Composite sketch of the kidnapper.
Toy: That's not him.
Bo Peep: Didn't you beard like that.
Hamm: Fine. Uh, Etch, give him a shave.
Slinky: The kidnapper is bigger than that.
Hamm: Picky, picky.
Mr. Potato Head: Let's just go straight to Exhibit "F": The kidnapper's vehicle. The vehicle fled a scene in this direction.
Hamm: Your eyes are in backwards. It want a right away.
Mr. Potato Head: Put a cork it.
Rex: How do you spell FBI?
Mr. Potato Head: My crime scene.
Hamm: Oh, why don't you watch where you going, "Godspilla"?
Rex: I don't know there was a crime scene.
Buzz Lightyear: Excuse me. Quiet, please. Thanks.
Hamm: What?
Mr. Spell: Lazy toy brain. Lousy try, Brian.
Rex: What are you doing?
Buzz Lightyear: There was some sort of message encode in that vehicle's little tag.
Mr. Spell: Liz, try bran.
Mr. Potato Head: Just a license plate. Just a jumble of letters.
Hamm: And there are about 3.5 million registered cars on a Sri-County area alone.
Mr. Spell: Lou's thigh burn.
Mr. Potato Head: This can't help. Let's leave Buzz him alone with the toys.
Buzz Lightyear: Wait. Wait. Wait! Wait a minute!
All: Huh?
Mr. Spell: Al's Toy Barn.
All: Al's Toy Barn.
Buzz Lightyear: Etch draw that Al's chicken suit.
Rex: Oh, no! It's the chicken man.
Hamm: I know there was something I didn't like about the chicken.
Al: Yeah, yeah, I'll be right here. And we're going to do this commercial in one take. Do you read me? Because I am in the middle of something really important!
Employee: Oh, mister.
Al: You, my little cowboy friend, are gonna make me big buck-buck.
Woody: Andy.
Al: I can't believe I have until the driveway to work on a Saturday. All the way to work!
Woody: One. Stop. Housey, stop! Stop! Stop, stop.
Jessie: Yee-haw! It's you, it's you. It's you, it's really you.
Woody: It's me.
Jessie: Whoo-whee!
Voice Box: There's a snake in my boot.
Jessie: It's you.
Woody: Please stop said that.
Jessie: Prospector said someone you come. Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln. The Prospector. He want meet you! Say hello to the Prospector.
Woody: It's him.
Jessie: He's mint in the box. Never been opened.
Prospector: Turn me around, so you can see. Why, the prodigal son her return.
Jessie: Yee-haw! It's you, it's you. I'm here. It's you, it's you.
Woody: Okay, I'm officially freak out now.
Prospector: Oh, we wait court years for this day. It's nice to see you.
Woody: Listen, I don't know. Hey, how do you know my name.
Jessie: Everything knows your name. Woody.
Prospector: Why did just little things you know, you are, do you? Bullseye.
Woody: It's me. Wow. Holy shit.
Woody's Roundup Announcer: Cowboy Crunchies, the original series and dipper in chocolate, proudly presents.
TV Jessie: Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!
Jessie: Look at me, it's me.
TV Prospector: Anyone seen in my pick.
Rex: I can't find it. It doesn't seems the things and stations.
Buzz Lightyear: Keep looking.
Hamm: Oh, you're going too slow. Let me take the wheel.
Rex: It's too fast. How can you even tell what's on yet.
Hamm: I'll tell you.
Buzz Lightyear: Here it is. Go back.
All: Stop, go back.
Rex: Backup, backup.
Hamm: Too late. I'm in the 40s. Going to around the horn. It's faster.
All: Wait a minute. That's it!
Al: And look for the giant chicken.
Buzz Lightyear: Now, Etch. That's where I need you go.
Rex: You can go. You never make he there.
Buzz Lightyear: Woody once risked his life to save me. I couldn't call myself he friend it I were would to do the same. So who it me?
Mrs. Potato Head: I'm packing you an extra pair of shoes, or your angry eyes. Just in case.
Bo Peep: This is for Woody will you find it.
Buzz Lightyear: Ahem, alright, but I... I don't think until mean the same coming, Al.
Wheezy: Hey, Mr. Lightyear, do you just gotta save my pal, Woody.
Buzz Lightyear: I'll do my best, son.
Mr. Potato Head: Okay, fellas. Let's roll. To the rescue!
Rex: I think will all my video game experience I'll be feeling you prepare. Whoa! Aah!
Slinky: The idea is to let go.
Buzz Lightyear: Well then, I'll be back before Andy comes home.
Mrs. Potato Head: Don't talk to any toy you don't know.
Buzz Lightyear: Buzz Lightyear to the rescue.
Reporter: They don't call this this old abandoned mine for nothing, Prospector. I reckon you outta get out of here.
TV Prospector: Where's my gold? Hold it. I'll light me a candle. It sure is the fast-burning wicked it.
TV Jessie: Blast us to the marines, there's dynamite.
TV Prospector: Holy it tight!
TV Jessie: I'll call for you. Hey, critters, go get sheriff Woody. Now score.
TV Woody: Very well, Bullseye. I reckon the new schoolhouse is until the final nice job. Who's that? Jessie and Prospector are stuck in the old abandoned cave. And Prospector just lit a stick of dynamite thinking it was a candle, and now they are about to be blown to smithereens.
TV Rabbit: Uh-huh?
TV Woody: Giddy-up, Bullseye.
TV Prospector: You fanning the flames, Jessie. It takes brains to put out the fire. Ow, ow! Hey, I said biscuits are burning.
Woody's Roundup Announcer: And now, our last time of the episode, of "Woody's Finest Hour."
Woody: All right guys, the movie's over. Hey, wait, wait. What? What happened? Prospector, the next time of episode.
Prospector: That's it.
Woody: What?
Prospector: The show is cancelled after it.
Woody: Wait, wait. What about the gold mine, and the cute little critters. That's great show. Why cancelled it?
Prospector: Which words: Sputnik. Once the Little Green Men want up, boys only wanted to give with the Roundup toys.
Woody: I know how that feelings. But still good shows. Look at that!
Jessie: Did you know? Why you valuable anything!
Woody: Oh, I wish the guys until see this. Howdy partner! That's it. I'm Yogi. Still a good-looking good guy. Oh, look at that. Cool! What are you push that. Out in the come bubbles got it. Clever. Wow, look at that. I got it. There's a snake in my boot. Okay, Bullseye, got it, got it. A record player. Ah, had seen one of those in ages. Okay, now... slow.
Jessie: Oh, that's funny.
Woody: Hop it, cowgirl. Think fast.
Jessie: Oh.
Woody: Not so fast.
Jessie: Hey, look at us. We are complete set.
Prospector: Now, let's time to the museum.
Woody: Museum. What happened?
Prospector: The museum. We're toy be sold, I'm here until the Konishi Toy Museum.
