Woody's Hat From Toy Story の小説・ストーリー

"Why do we need a hat for Teddy?" "Because he needs one that doesn't smell like something died in it," I said with a smile, scanning the racks of hats. Phin watched as I picked out a few options, trying to hide his unease as a large group of teenage boys pushed past us. "This place is worse than the tailor." I chuckled. "It's just a store, Phin. You'll survive." Finally, I chose a black cap that wouldn't show sweat as much and handed it to Phin. "Here, what do you think?"

He asked as I grabbed the pajama and the shirt from him. “I do love those films.” “They’re part of my childhood memories. I had toys of them but I don’t know where they are now.” “Toy story was everyone’s childhood memories.” I trailed. I was already beginning to unbutton my shirt and then unclasping my necktie and the next I know; I was already naked right in front of Ambrose. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I noticed Ambrose was staring at me as if I’m a piece of free meat.

"Woody, do you have a moment?" Wearing a white coat and exuding a unique charm, Penny stepped up to Woody in her white shoes. Beneath the hem of the garment, two slender, pale legs were revealed. Her slender ankles gave off an air of elegance. She looked just like a real-life doll! "I'd like to ask you for a favor!" Penny blinked her big eyes, which sparkled brightly. Woody was also wearing a lab coat and was working on drug formulations.

A statement, not a question. The silent nod that was becoming a trademark. “When did they find out?” Woods asked. “A week ago. I know it was wrong, that I should’ve told them right away, but I was scared. They thought I was sick or something, even wanted to take me to a doctor. Dad’s got the diabetes and they thought it might be that. They had me in a corner! I—I spilled my guts. They just glared at me, like they’d been told I was dead. I was wearing my dad’s old cap at the time. I dunno. I always loved it. It’s his from when he was a kid and lived in Maine. It’s got the words I’VE GOT MOXIE written across the front, you know, like the drink. When I told them about being attacked, Dad didn’t

“I didn’t mean to lie to you. I have also told you to always be careful,” mom said. I sat in front of mom with my arms folded in front of my chest. I still haven’t received mom’s explanation that Uncle Woody really hates her so much. Mom doesn’t know why Uncle Woody hates her so much but she explains that Uncle Woody was the one who sabotaged Tamara’s exam in the past two thousand and eleven years. I’m pensive. Ask simply why Uncle Woody did it all to us. And she just replied that the answer was so short: money. Mom explained that from a dozen years ago Uncle Woody was always watching us.

The device automatically fixed to the QED as though it were a finely woven shirt with a pant to match. Hanson eyes wondered around as though he'd kept something close by. He couldn't find what he wanted, so he dropped the contraptions just beside him on bed. Just then his eyes fixed to the action figure Andy was holding earlier when he'd just walked inside. A warm smile cut across his face. He raised it to his face. "What character is this?" he asked Andy without taking his eyes from it. "It's Iron Man from Marvel," answered Andy, indifferently. "Can he do stuffs?" asked Hanson.

“I got it on a whim. I saw it at a market I walked through and thought—well, just look at it and you’ll know.” He takes the shopping bag from me and opens it up, pulling out a wool fedora. Looking it over, I worry he won’t get it. “Is this an Indiana Jones hat?” he asks. “Yes!” “I like it.” He smiles and puts it on, and even Harrison Ford would be jealous. “But, uh, why?” I lean back, staring at Archer like he just asked what color the sky is. “You’re Dr. Jones. Please do not tell me no one has ever said ‘okey-dokey Dr. Jones’ to you.”

Since Candy left and I have no other friends, it's nice to have someone to go out with. I put on the outfit and find Trey sitting on the couch, a smirk forming on his face as he glances up. "Damn, that looks even better than I imagined," he breathes. I feel a warm glow spreading across my face. "Uh, thank you. I guess we should get going?" "Hold up, I almost forgot." He gets up and goes to the room returning with a hat identical to his but smaller. His hazel eyes glimmer with amusement as he puts it on my head. He steps back and admires the whole ensemble. "Perfect," he purrs.

As they descended the stairs, Coco was trying on hats, spinning in front of the mirror while praising, "Grandma Maria, you're so talented! This is the most beautiful hat I've ever received!" Maria's face was full of kindness as she helped Coco adjust the brim of the hat. "As long as you like it, Grandma will make more for you later." "Thank you, Grandma Maria!" Coco twirled around and suddenly saw them, bouncing over excitedly. "Uncle Keegan, Aunt Stella, look at my new hat!" Keegan glanced at her. "Nice, like something out of Little Red Riding Hood?" Stella was speechless. Coco glared at him in annoyance. "Meanie!"

"Is that how you plan to thank me?" I froze for a moment. He chuckled lightly and casually patted my head, a gesture more fitting for comforting a child. "That’s unnecessary. Even if it wasn’t for your brother, I’d still help you if it were your issue." "Why?" I asked, still baffled. Miles winked at me. "Have you forgotten? I’m your Woody." I was completely lost. Miles didn’t seem inclined to explain further. After a few more pleasantries, he left the room.