:11:01
Bye, Woody.
:11:04
No, no! Andy!
:11:20
- Wheezy, is that you?
- Hey, Woody.
:11:23
What are you doing up here?
I thought Mom took you to get
your squeaker fixed months ago.
:11:27
- Andy was so upset.
- Nah.
:11:30
She just told him that to calm him down
and then put me on the shelf.
:11:34
- Well, why didn't you yell for help?
- Well, I tried squeakin'.
:11:37
But I'm still broken.
No one could hear me.
:11:42
Besides, the dust
aggravates my condition.
:11:50
What's the point
in prolonging the inevitable?
:11:53
We're all just one stitch away
from here to there.
:11:59
"Yard sale."
Yard sale?
:12:01
Yard sale! Guys, wake up, wake up!
There's a yard sale outside!
:12:05
- Yard sale?
- Sarge! Emergency roll call!
:12:07
Sir, yes, sir! Red alert!
All civilians fall in position now!
:12:11
Single file!
Let's move, move, move!
:12:13
- Hamm.
- Here.
- Potato Head, Mr and Mrs.
- Here.
:12:16
Troikas. Check.
Check, check, check, check.
:12:18
- I hate yard sales.
- Slinky.
:12:20
Someone's coming!
:12:24
Okay, let's see what's up here.
:12:44
Bye, Woody.
:12:52
Wheezy! Oh, come on.
Think, think, Woody.
:12:54
Think, think, think... Oh!
:12:59
Hey, here, boy!
Here, Buster! Up here!