Toy Story

(The movie starts with the 1988 Walt Disney Pictures logo, in the animated film)

(The Disney logo fades into Andy's boxes.)

(A row of moving boxes lie on the floor of the room. They are drawn up in crayon to look like a miniature Western town. The clock is "12:00" ticking, Andy as the bank robber appear.)

(A boot is appear. Woody stands up to Andy as the bank robber, acting the gun.)

Andy: They tell me you're the fastest gun in the West.

WOODY, a pull-string doll cowboy appear.

Andy: Well, let's just see how fast you are, Sheriff. Draw!

Andy dropping the gun, Andy imitating gunshots.

Andy: Oh, you got me, you no-good sidewinder!

Andy imitating gunshots, Andy falling apart.

Andy: I'm dying. You got me. Eww!

One of the boxes has a children's illustrated "JAIL" box.

Andy: Ah!

Andy sucks on him for a beat then proceeds to pound the toy repeatedly against the rail of her box,, forcing some of his loose.

Andy, wearing a cowboy hat himself, picks up Woody off the floor.

Andy: (pulling Woody's string) Good shooting, Woody.

Woody: (Voice Box) You're my favorite deputy!

BEGIN TITLES

SONG "YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME" plays while Andy does various activities with Woody:

Singer: You've got a friend in me

You've got a friend in me

-- Andy turns the Western town boxes around to reveal cows drawn on the other side.

Andy: Come on, let's wrangle up the cattle.

Singer: When the road looks rough ahead

And you're miles and miles from your nice, warm bed

He grabs a jump rope and pretends Woody is lassoing the cattle.

Andy: Giddy-up partner, Woody.

Singer: Just remember what your old pal said

Boy, you've got a friend in me

-- Andy then rides Woody around on an RC (remote control) car and herds the remaining "cow" boxes under Molly's crib.

Andy: Yee-haw!

Singer: Yeah, you've got a friend in me

Andy: Hey, cowboy!

INT. STAIRWELL

Singer: Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am

Andy: Neigh!

Singer: Big and stronger too

Andy: Come on, Woody!

Singer: Maybe

-- Andy places Woody on the top of the stairwell banister allowing the doll to slide downstairs. Andy raced ahead and catch him at the bottom.

INT. DOWNSTAIRS LIVING ROOM

Singer: But none of them will ever love you the way I do

It's me and you, boy

-- Andy & Woody fall into the La-Z-Boy chair and spin around and around.

Singer: And as the years go by

Andy: Whoo!

Singer: You're gonna see it's our destiny

Next, Andy uses the La-Z-Boy foot rest as a catapult.

Singer: You've got a friend in me

Andy flings Woody across the room to the sofa.

Andy: Alright!

Singer: Yeah, you've got a friend in me

Andy: (raising his arms) Score.

Singer: You've got a friend in me

SONG ENDS

Woody lies limp on the sofa while Andy is heard talking to his mother.

Andy: (O.S.) Wow! Cool!

Andy's Mom: (O.S.) What do you think?

Andy: (O.S.) Oh, this looks great, Mom!

Andy's Mom: (O.S.) Okay, birthday boy, Andy.

Andy: (O.S.) We saw that at the restore! I asked you for it.

ANGLE: THE ADJOINING DINING ROOM

MRS. DAVIS, Andy's thirty-eight-year old mom, has just finished decorating the area with streamers and balloons. A banner is draped across the archway. It reads: "Happy Birthday Andy."

Andy's Mom: I hope I have enough places.

Andy: Wow, look at that! That's so great. Oh, my gosh, you got presents.

Andy's Mom: One, two, three! Four. Yeah, I think that's gonna be enough.

Woody's frozen face stares in the direction of the birthday decorations.

Andy: Could we leave this up till we move?

Andy's Mom: Well, sure. We can leave it up.

Andy: Yeah.

Andy's Mom: Now go get Molly. Your friends are gonna be here any minute.

Andy: Okay.

Andy picks up Woody from the couch and runs upstairs.

Andy: It's party time, Woody! Yeeeeeeee...haw!

INT. ANDY'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Andy and Woody enter the room. Molly is still banging Mr. Potato Head against her crib railing. Andy tips Woody's hat at her.

Andy: Howdy there, little lady.

He deposits Woody on the bed and pulls his string one last time.

Woody: (Voice Box) Somebody's poisoned the waterhole.

Andy: (picking up Molly) Come on, Molly. Oh, you're getting heavy. (to Woody) See you later, Woody.

Andy exits.

END TITLES

Woody's eyes come to life. The cowboy doll sits up, his expression changing from a smile to worry.

Woody: (to himself) Pull my string! The birthday party's today?!

Woody thinks.

Woody: (to the room) Okay, everybody, coast is clear!

The bedroom comes alive. Toys emerge from the toy box, the closet, the shelves, etc... in a flurry of activity.

MR. POTATO HEAD, his boy parts strewn across the floor, sits himself upright and begins to re-assemble himself.

Mr. Potato Head: Ages 3 and up. It's on my box. Ages 3 and up. I do not supposed to be babysitting Princess Drool.

HAMM, the piggy bank, flips one last penny into his coin slot. Potato Head walks up to him. All his facial pieces are in the wrong slots.

Mr. Potato Head: Hey look, I'm Picasso!

Hamm: I don't know it.

Hamm walks away.

Mr. Potato Head: You uncultured swine! (to someone O.S.) What are you talking about hockey puck?

Potato Head walks past, revealing a hockey puck figurine.

Woody sits on the edge of the bed observing all the activity. He turns to a plastic green army man, SARGE, standing on the night stand.

Woody: Hey, Sarge have you seen Slinky?

Sarge: (saluting) Sir, yes, sir!

Woody: Okay, thank you. At ease, soldier.

Woody hops off the bed.

Woody: Hey there, Slinky.

Slinky: Right here, Woody.

A toy Slinky dog, SLINKY, appears from under the bed pushing out a checker board set. He begins to place the checkers on the board.

Slinky: I'm red this time.

Woody: No. Slink.

Slinky: Oh, well, alright. You can be red it you wanna.

Woody: Not now, Slink. I got this bad news.

Slinky: Bad news.

Woody: Shh!

Woody covers up Slinky's mouth, aware that the other toys in the room are watching. He leans in close to Slinky.

Woody: (whispering) Just gather everyone up for a staff meeting and buddy.

Slinky: You got it.

Slinky shuffles off.

Woody: Be HAPPY!

Slinky perks up his fait and LAUGHS HARD.

Slinky: Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Woody proceeds in the other direction. He passes a toy robot and snake partially hidden under the bedspread.

Woody: (to the room) Staff meeting, everyone. (aside) Snake, Robot, podium duty.

Snake hides under the bed.

Robot: Hey.

Robot drags him out and they both follow Woody.

Woody walks past an Etch-A-Sketch, going the other direction.

Woody: Hey, Etch. Draw!

Both Etch and Woody whip around like gunfighters.

Before Woody can fully extend his arm out, the Etch-A-Sketch etches a gun on its screen.

Woody: (pretending to be shot) Oh!! Are you kidding me. Etch, you've been working on that draw. Fastest knobs in the Wild West.

Slinky passes a group of toys on thee floor.

Slinky: Everyone, you guys. Come on, let's go.

Robot and Snake begin constructing a podium made out of Legos and a Tinker Toy tub while Woody searches the floor.

Woody: Now, where is that... Oh.

Woody spots the doodle pad on the floor by the desk and walks over to it.

Woody: Hey, who moved my doodle pad way over here?

As he reaches down to pick it up...

REX, the plastic dinosaur, jumps out to scare Woody.

Rex: Roar!

Woody: (unaffected) How are you doing?

Rex suddenly turns timid.

Rex: Were you scared? Tell me obviously.

Woody: That was close to being scared this time.

Woody heads back to the podium. Rex follows.

Rex: I'm going for fearsome here, that I just don't feel it. Think he's coming off as annoyed.

A crook suddenly grabs Woody's neck and jerks him toward BO PEEP, the porcelain figurine.

Woody: (choking) Hey! Ow, hi, Bo. Hi.

Bo Peep: I want nice to see you, Woody, for saving my flock.

Woody: (blushing) Hey, it was nothing.

Bo Peep: What do you say I get someone else to watch a sheep until night?

Woody: (very flustered) Heh, heh... Oh, yeah! Uh, I don't know.

Bo saunters back toward her lamp stand, passing a stack of ABC blocks.

Bo Peep: Remember, I'm just a couple of blocks away.

Woody is left lovestruck.

All the rest of the toys in the room are filing past Slinky.

Robot: Yodel-ay-hee-hoo! Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!

Slinky: Come on, smaller toys up front.

Woody remains lovestruck in the middle of the room.

Slinky: Hey, Woody, come on.

Woody snaps out of his trance and rushes over to the podium.

The toys crowd together as Woody steps up to the podium. Mike, a toy tape recorder, waddles up next to Woody and indicates his microphone.

Mike: Ahem!

Woody: (grabbing microphone) Thanks, Mike. (to the crowd) Okay...