Toy Story 2 Andy Novels & Stories

Palm trees swayed lazily in the breeze, their long shadows reaching across the sidewalk like stretched limbs. Andy’s car pulled into the driveway. He stepped out, clad in a black tailored suit, briefcase in hand. His face was unreadable. The usual scowl he wore like a badge wasn’t there. Anna quietly returned to her seat just as the front door opened. “Hi,” he said. She glanced around, confused. Was he talking to her? Andy dropped his portfolio on the table. Kayla darted in from the hallway and picked it up, carrying it off without a word.

Joker POV This should be quick! “Where are the kids? I’m hungry, so make it quick,” I say, tryin’ to keep the impatience from bubblin' over into rage. “Get fucked,” Andy spits, his lip curlin' into a sneer. “She can’t just walk back into our lives after years and expect me to give her anything.”

“What about you, daddy?” “I’ll help you get toys.” Tyler smiled and glanced at them through the rearview mirror. “What about you, Andy?” “I’m gonna play basketball, daddy!” Andy said excitedly before he turned to me. “Aunt Serena, play with me later.” I chuckled and reached for his hair, gently messing it. “Of course I’ll help you, honey.”

In the time that Richard was secretly lamenting, his wife brought a group of relatives with her and said everything on his mind. Jordan Finn Ryker became more and more confused as he listened. He scratched his head and asked Andy, "May I ask who you are?" His voice was not loud, but everyone at the table heard it and became quiet. A kind of "awkward" atmosphere instantly filled the entire private room. Andy was nursing a grievance because he thought that he could finally make a name for himself. Instead, he was slapped by cruel reality, so hurriedly said, "Young Master Finn, it’s me, Andy Sullivan. Don't you remember me? Then...you're not here for me?"

"Oh, that's right... I mean if looks could kill a man... Kaylin would be under six feet right now. Short Leg. Didn't expect you to have it." The two had returned to their usual positions by the pond, sitting on a bench there while each holding a can of coke. "I know it's stupid... It's not that I don't know about Michel's past but I don't need a daily reminder, you know." Andy put his can in the space between him and her and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. "It's not like you need to be mad at him now." "What do you mean?" Andy lit a cigarette and took a long drag, eyeing a few ducks swimming in the pond.

"Alright then. But remember, Zoe is our most precious treasure. Take care of her." Andy's expression softened, appreciating the trust that had been extended to him. "I will, Mr. Haven. You have my word." With the tension diffused, Andy and Zoe exchanged grateful glances. Their excitement for their upcoming date bubbled beneath the surface, a mix of nervous anticipation and budding affection.

Just as they were leaving the hospital, Andrew and Susan arrived, forcing them to stay a little longer. After some weeks, a big party was held for Nolan Gordon, Sophia, and Tom’s son. Anderson presented his gift, a toy Lambo. It was a safe toy for a kid but also very expensive. He had it specially made from the factory for his nephew so it was one of a kind. Sophia was afraid that Anderson and Tom were going to spoil the boy too much since Tom had also ordered a lot of toys. “Ander,” he’s just a baby, Sophia argued when the parcel was unveiled.

Xander was now appointed to be the trusted driver to take Armand or Ariana to secret meetings or private locations that low-ranking family members weren’t even aware of. He was the lookout at every gathering. He carried a gun at all times, and his most valuable role was to shoot and kill whenever necessary.

On Thanksgiving, my cousin, Harry Beck, brings his fiancee home for dinner. When she sees the two rows of little toys on my desk, she is surprised and tells me that each kid's meal from the fast-food place comes with one toy. She jokes that I must have eaten a lot of fried chicken to collect so many. Thinking my parents spoil me, she even tells me not to eat so much because it is unhealthy. I'm confused. I tell her I've never eaten there and that Mom specifically buys these toys for me. She seems to realize she has said something she shouldn't have. She gives me an awkward smile and quickly goes to the kitchen to help. I stare at the toys that I carefully wipe clean every day. I kno

It was closer to Gemma, which was fine, but him moving was making you capitulate to Joy's demands as well. "Hey, what's going on?" Andy asked as he walked slowly back into the room. He'd been in the washroom a good twenty minutes, and you weren't sure if he'd puked himself sober, or if he'd gone for a Hair of the Dog route and had a flask on him or something. He at least wasn't looking sick any more. His eyes zeroed in on Joy, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. "Andy, this is Joy," you said. "She's a returning intern."