[Woody walks over to the podium (a Playskool Tinkertoy container) and stands. Mike, a speaker with a microphone attached, clears his throat to get Woody's attention and held out his microphone] Woody: Oh, thanks, Mike. [He picks up the microphone. Feedback is heard] Woody: Okay, whoa. Step back. Hamm: [Off-screen] For crying out loud. [Mike steps back until the feedback fades away] Woody: Okay. Thank you. [blows into the microphone] Hello. Check. That better? Great. Everybody hear me? Up on the shelf, can you hear me? Great. Okay, first item today: uh, oh, yeah... has everyone picked a moving buddy? [The other toys are surprised] Other toys: What? Hamm: Moving buddy? You can't be serious. Rex: Well, I didn't know we were supposed to have one already. Mr. Potato Head: [holding one of his arms] Do we have to hold hands? [The other toys laugh] Woody: Oh, yeah. You guys think this is a big joke. We've only got one week left before the move. I don't want any toys left behind. A moving buddy. If you don't have one, get one! All right, next. Uh, oh, yes. Tuesday night's plastic corrosion awareness meeting... was, I think, a big success, and we want to thank Mr. Spell for putting that on for us. Thank you, Mr. Spell. Mr. Spell: You're welcome. Woody: Okay. Uh, oh, yes. One, uh, minor note here. [reads quietly] Andy's birthday party has been moved to today. Uh, next we have... [The other toys are shocked] Rex: What do you mean the party's today? His birthday's not 'til next week! Hamm: What's goin' on down there? Is his mom losin' her marbles? Woody: Well, obviously, she wanted to have the party before the move. [to the other toys] I'm not worried. You shouldn't be worried. Mr. Potato Head: Of course Woody ain't worried. He's been Andy's favorite since kindergarten. Slinky: Hey, hey. Come on, Potato Head. [Mr. Potato Head looks at Mr. Spell, pointing at Slinky's butt then pulls out his mouth and tap his butt with it whilst Mr. Spell laughs] Slinky: If Woody says it's all right, then, well, darn it, it's good enough for me. Woody has never steered us wrong before. Woody: Come on, guys. Every Christmas and birthday we go through this. Rex: But what if Andy gets another dinosaur, a mean one? I just don't think I could take that kind of rejection! Woody: Hey, listen. No one's getting replaced. This is Andy we're talking about. It doesn't matter how much we're played with. [Woody gestures Mike to move to him since the microphone's wire is stretched too far] Woody: What matters is that we're here for Andy when he needs us. That's what we're made for, right? Hamm: Pardon me. I hate to break up the staff meeting, but... THEY'RE HERE!! BIRTHDAY GUESTS AT THREE O'CLOCK!! [The other toys scream] Woody: Stay calm, everyone! [The toys run to the window passing Woody in a panic] Other toys: Hey! [Mike even joins in the panic, taking the microphone out of Woody's hand] Woody: Uh, meeting adjourned. [The other toys get to the window to see what's going on] Hamm: Ho, boy, will you take a look at all those presents? Mr. Potato Head: I can't see a thing. [He pick out his two eyes and lifts them above the toys to see Andy's friends bringing in presents] Hamm: Yes, sir. We're next month's garage sale fodder for sure. Rex: Any dinosaur shaped ones? Hamm: Oh, for crying out loud. They're all in boxes, you idiot. Rex: They're getting bigger! Slinky: Wait, there's a nice little one over there. Child: Hi! [The boy holding the present turns to the other kid, revealing his present to be really long and making the toys panic. All toys scream in the process] Mr. Spell: Spell: trash can. Rex: We're doomed! Woody: All right. All right! If I send out the troops, will you all calm down? Rex: Yes! Yes! We promise! Woody: Okay! Save your batteries. Hamm: Eh, very good, Woody. That's using the old noodle.

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