*Howdy partners! I took some time to piece this together, so here in the first chapter. Also, I need something to take my mind of all of this virus talk. Enjoy!*

The garbage truck pulled into the garage at the Tri-county Sanitation building. A man got out of the front seat and jumped down.

"I'm getting sick of this job." He said to his partner.

"You're just getting sick of it? You've been doing it for ten years. Why start complaining now?" The other man said.

"Hey you clean trucks for another five years and you'll see what I mean. It's a dirty job and the pay stinks."

"I think you need a drink. Meet at O'Toole's in fifteen?"

"Only if you're buying." The two men laughed as the walked away. Once they were gone, one of the toys attached to the front grill groaned.

"Another night attached to this stupid truck." The toy, a bullfrog sighed.

"What did you expect? We're never going anywhere." A cat toy snapped.

"Well I for one can't take this anymore!" A stuffed bear shouted. He pulled at his restraints until one hand got loose. He then got his other hand and both feet free.

"Hey buddy! Where you going?" The frog asked. The bear kept walking.

"Free us! We'll come with you! The cat cried. Hey! Come back!" But the bear never looked back. He ran to the door and jumped, grabbing the handle. Pulling down, he pushed the door with his feet and it opened. Jumping down on the ground, he ran through the parking lot and across the street. He slowed to a walk as he talked to himself.

"Five years. He said. Five years I've been stuck on that wretched truck! Eating flies and smelling the foul stench of garbage, for five years! All because of that stupid cowboy! I swear if I ever come across him, he will regret the day he ruined my life! I swear, if I find him, I'll…"

"Hey bear, want to pipe down? Some of us are trying to sleep." He had come upon a house and looked up to see a giraffe and a monkey looking down at him.

"Oh. Sorry. Say, you wouldn't happen to have seen a cowboy anywhere, have you?"

"You're going to have to be more specific, bucko." The monkey said.

"Brown hat, yellow vest, goes by the name of Woody?" The two toys looked at each other.

"Oy, wasn't he the cowboy at the carnival? The one that helped us get a kid?" The giraffe asked.

"Oh yeah. He was with some porcelain girl and some other rag tag group." The monkey said.

"A carnival? Where?"

"It was a few years ago. It comes around every year though in the center of town."

"Yeah, thanks to him, we're with a wonderful kid." The giraffe said.

"Better here than Alcatraz." The monkey said.

"Alcatraz? The prison? That place hasn't been used in years." Lotso said.

"Humans may see it as a tourist attraction, but it's still being used. The monkey said. There are underground cities there, home to abandoned or unwanted toys. We don't know if that's true, it's said to be an urban legend." Lotso grinned wickedly.

"Thank you. You've been very helpful." The bear said, chuckling. The two toys shared a look again as the bear ran off. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him to San Francisco bay. He saw a tour guide boat heading out. With a running start, he jumped and made it onto the boat. Thirty minutes later, the boat docked on the island. Lotso checked to make sure the coast was clear before taking off down the side of the abandoned prison. He scanned the bricks and saw a small door big enough for a toy to fit through. He opened the door slowly and walked down a long, dark tunnel. He walked for a few minutes more until he heard laughter and music. Light flooded the end of the tunnel. What he saw made him giddy. It was a small town, filled with dozens of toys, all laughing and having fun, and no one even knew they were down here! Lotso's grin got wider as he rubbed his hands together.

"It exists! Oh this is just too perfect! I am back, baby! I will take over this tiny little sanctuary and rule once again. I will torture all these toys and that stupid cowboy is going to help me! I just have to keep an eye out for that carnival. Mark my words, Sheriff Woody, soon you will experience the revenge of Lotso-hugging-bear!"

*So couple of things. One, I don't know if it's ever been mentioned where exactly TS is set in, I've always assumed it was set in California, so that's why I've mentioned Alcatraz and San Francisco. Two, I don't know why I thought of Alcatraz for this story, it just came to me. Three, I know I've used Lotso before, but come on, he's a great villain! And four, please comment and stay healthy out there. We are all in this together!*