Toy Story That Time Forgot

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Ho, ho, howdy everyone.

That sure was a fun Christmas.

Hello, villagers. Whoo!

Excuse me, pardon me, thank you.

Hey, there, Baby Reindeer.

Let's spread some Christmas cheer.

I am the goblin fairy.

I'll make you the most beautiful of all.

Pling!

Hooray!

Excuse me, miss.

There's a bug in my son's ice cream,

and he has a bug allergy.

There you go, sweetheart. Enjoy.

Oh, no! My dinosaur has escaped.

I'll find you.

- Did you hear that, Rex?

- I am a bit concerned.

No! For once, I'm finally going to

get played with as a dinosaur.

- Oh!

- Prepare yourself. Inhabit the part.

You must not play the dinosaur,

you must be the dinosaur.

But I am the dinosaur.

Exactly! Now get out there and sparkle.

There she is.

The terrifying Kittysaurus.

Oh, no. She laid millions of eggs.

Ploop, ploop, ploop.

Bonnie.

Get ready to leave, okay, sweetie?

Coming! To be continued.

Whoo! That was fun.

The way Bonnie's mind works

is a mystery of science.

- You make a fantastic little dinosaur.

- Well done, Kitty.

- I was completely convinced.

- I didn't know you had it in you.

Brava.

Oh! And, um, your portrayal of

the disgruntled lunch counter patron

was gripping.

Oh, don't worry, Trixie.

Next time you'll be a dinosaur for sure.

Andy used to play with me

like a dinosaur all the time.

Yeah, me too.

It's not all it's cracked up to be.

- How would I know?

- Good point.

Honey, why don't you

bring some toys to share with Mason?

I'll get my spaceship.

Santa Woody, Villager,

Daddy Reindeer, Baby Reindeer

and the terrifying Kittysaurus!

Greet the world with an open heart.

Remember to be polite, now.

Please and thank you.

Hey!

Go on upstairs, Bonnie.

Mason's easy to find.

Mason!

Mason?

Whoa! Oh, duck.

Whoa, that was close!

Um...

You've got to be kidding me.

He got an Optimum X for Christmas.

- I never knew Mason liked video games.

- No! What?

Sadly, the controls are

beyond my limitations.

Limitations are the shackles

we bind to ourselves.

Mason!

Oh. Hey, Bonnie. Whoa!

You have got to check this out.

- Come on.

- Oh.

Okay.

- Mayday! Mayday!

- We're going in!

Everyone okay?

I guess we're not

getting played with, after all.

Well, who could blame her?

No one could resist an Optimum X.

Where is everybody?

Where's Sock Ape

and the little wrestlers

and the Eco Force gang?

Looks like we've got all afternoon

to find our old friends.

Or maybe some new ones.

Wow. Mason really hit the jackpot

this Christmas.

- Nobody's this good.

- We're gonna meet some new toys!

I'm both excited and panic-stricken.

I love it.

Oh!

Hey!

Oh!

Here, boy. Here, little guy.

- Trixie!

- Come on, gang. Let's stay together.

- Hey. Slow down, buddy.

- Where are you going?

- Trixie!

- Hey! Trixie!

You guys, this play date

just got very interesting.

A complete set, fresh out of the box.

- Where is everybody?

- Hello?

Hey. Motion-activated room sentry.

Impressive.

Whoa! Look at 'em.

They're like dinosaurs plus.

With the armor,

and the little red spears.

Easy there, little doggy.

Speak swiftly, foolish outlanders,

or suffer my battle blade.

Ooh.

We are savage warriors,

eager to slake our endless thirst

for conquest.

Ooh, nice.

Everyone's so committed to their roles.

Who goes there?

Go talk to him, Sheriff.

Uh, well, hi there, sir.

My name is Woody and uh...

Nobody cares.

What fearsome dinosaurs are these?

- Oh.

- Oh.

Greetings. I am Reptillus Maximus.

And I am...

Um...

My name's Trixie. It's Trixie.

You're not like our females.

Oh, you're quite

a unique specimen yourself.

Now we know

where they keep the fossils.

Strangers.

From the unforgiving outlands.

We have traveled far.

From the distant Bonnie tribe.

Shh!

Hmm.

Leave your offerings and be gone.

Are dinosaurs not welcome

in our great city, wise Cleric?

Fine, fine.

Have them made presentable.

I find their lack of armor disturbing.

To the armory!

- Well, I think I'm going to head back.

- I'll go with you.

I've had enough Shakespeare

in the park for one day.

Suit yourself. See you later.

Welcome to Battleopolis.

Oh, that's nice.

Excellent. A nudge here, a jog there.

Now go and be magnificent.

Ray-Gon. Indulge this

dinosaur goddess in your finest wear.

Mmm, I like where this is going.

Oh, look at you.

A ponderous monolithic canvas

to be adorned.

Keep talking.

The symmetry of a ceratopsid

and such strong anterior protuberi.

You are so discerning.

Oh, yes. I'm quite expert

in the enhancitizing

and accoutramization

of Battlesaurs large and small.

Ooh!

- Okay, I'll take that.

- Oh, yes, of course.

- And that.

- Plasma core warheads.

Well, you never know.

- Gauntlets.

- Check. Very nice.

Dorsal sensoid plates.

- For me?

- Oh, most certainly.

Do you have the battle gogs in "flame"?

- Do you have to ask?

- Dish 'em on over, little fella.

Have I mentioned

what a fantastic time I'm having?

It is as plain as the horn on your face.

Uh, when do I get a turn?

I haven't

forgotten you, brother.

It's perfect!

Ready for me?

Well? What do you think?

The Elders shall gaze

upon this Battlesaur

with full and rapturous pride.

That's exactly what I thought you'd say.

Hey, Trixie.

Trixie! Ha!

Who's a fierce dinosaur now?

The Ultimate Dinosaurs.

Come.

Battleopolis awaits.

This set is incredible.

I could really get used to this.

- Give us some muscle.

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