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"Mom! Dad!" Bonnie dashes over to her parents with her backpack in hand and her new made friend Forky in the other "Look what I made! His name is Forky!"
"Oh wow!"
"That is so cool!"
"I finished kindergarten!" The little girl celebrates seeming have not completely understood what kindergarten actually is.
"Uh... no." Both Bonnie's parents look a little flustered with their daughter's interpretation "That- That- That was just orientation."
"But for being such a brave girl, we have a surprise for you."
"What is it?" The smile in Bonnie's voice can be heard from a mile away.
Bonnie is much more herself, especially compared to this morning. I'm very glad Woody and myself came along, I think it was for the best.
"Since school doesn't start for another week, we are going on a road trip!"
"Can I bring Forky?"
" 'Course, you can!"
Bonnie cheers with glee at the news of the week getaway and the fact that her new friend is allowed to come along. Bonnie zips open her backpack and we lay low as he gives the little spork a tight hug before placing it down onto the bag.
Once we knew the backpack was on Bonnie's back and we were on a move again, Woody and I feel free to push the notebook aside to reveal what Bonnie had created. Finally we get to have a good look at spork, he's got crayon smudged on his cheeks, and little glitter pieces in the glue sticking his droopy eyes to his head and a sweet little smile. That's pretty cute.
Looking the fork over Woody wraps an arm around me as he mutters out a chuckle "And they said we shouldn't go to school with Bonnie." Woody looks at me while pulling a smirk onto his face, feeling quite chuffed and proud of what we accomplished. Turning to Forky he continues "We got this whole Kindergarten thing under control, eh?" Woody stops himself with a little scoff "I can't believe I'm talking to a spork."
Woody redirects his attention to me but it doesn't last long. The tiniest little rattling sound occurs from across the bag. Looking over, one of the spork's googly eyes seem to have moved, now appearing to be directed in our general direction.
All is still for a moment and I lean in to observe if it was just the plastic inside the eye moving or if it was because something made it move but Woody and I are given a scare when he comes to life gasping and lurching forward.
I fly backwards into a very surprised Woody and we look at the now suddenly alive toy being in front of us.
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"Hi, toys!" Bonnie dumps her backpack onto the ground and just as quickly as she arrived, she leaves "Bye, toys!"
Picking ourselves up, Woody leaves the backpack first and I crawl out behind, only to be met being confronted by all the toys and a very grumpy Dolly. Oh great.
"They did go to kindergarten!" A gasping Trixie exclaims, I wonder if they went looking for us further than Bonnie's bedroom?
"I knew it." Potato head stands with his hands firm on his hips.
"No, no, no, guys, listen..." Woodys tries to bud into the so far scolding situation.
"You tryin' to get Bonnie in trouble?"
"No, of course not!"
"You could have been confiscated." Dolly complains, yeah because we'd let that happen.
"What does that mean?" Rex questions nervously.
"Taken away." Hamm simply explains.
"No!"
"Or worse. You could have been lost!" Jessie steps up seeming genuinely concerned but again as soo as she finished Dolly buds in and starts scolding again.
"Y/n you know better than that! You should have stopped-" She begins but I can not keep listening for much longer before I snap.
"No, no, no, guys, listen for a moment, it all ended up just fine!" I try to address the group, trying to calm everyone and myself down.
"Bonnie had a great day in class, and we're going on a road trip." Woody continues, throwing in the road trip to defer the current conversation
"Road trip?" Buzz asks for confirmation.
"Vacation!"
"Yee-haw!"
"Ooooohhhh..."
While everyone is cheering between themselves and each other I look to my side and see Woody already there giving me a questioning look. I agree with a nod, I think it's time.
"But then something really weird thing happened. Bonnie made a friend in class." Woody shuffles back over to the backpack, continuing to explain our child's day.
"What a kid!"
"Oh, she's already making friends."
A couple of the toys gush, proud of Bonnie, but I know they aren't quite understand quite right.
"Arh sort of... it's a bit different though" I try to think of a way to say the friend isn't a person at kindergarten.
"No, no. She literally made a new friend." Woody bends down and lifts the bag's zipper while I bend down too, looking out for Forky "Hey, it's okay. Come on out." Slowly a little red pipe cleaner hand rises which is followed by the spork's face, visibly shaking with fear "That's it. Come on, there you go."
The look on our friends faces was just utter shock and disbelief, I don't blame them, it was very unexpected. Forky seems to hesitate at the sight of everyone staring at him. And Woody continues to usher him out by picking him up and placing him to stand in front of the crowd.
"Everyone, I want to introduce to you Forky." I motion towards the trembling fork with a small smile, hoping that both forky and the guys will not find this too crazy or overwhelming.
A few of the toys quietly gawk at a moving, walking, talking spork which had been crafted into a toy by Bonnie.
"Golly bob howdy!"
"Wow!"
"Look at that!"
One of Forky's eyes started to droop a little and with a gentle touch I push it back up to where Bonnie had first placed it.
"Look how long his arms are!" Rex exclaims excitedly over Forky and it makes me smile to know that they are uncomfortable with who Forky is. It's going to be okay!
"Trash?" The spork's voice quivers out.
"No. No, toys. They're all toys." Woody explains slowly.
"T-t-tooooo..." Forky begins to spell out but again just switches back to what he knows "Trash?"
"No, no, no. That's the trash. These are your friends." Woody remains patient, this may take a while.
"Hi!" Everyone exclaims together, it's just a mumble jumble or speaking and it also give Forky a little scare.
With a tumble, the fork falls onto his back and Woody and I are quick to rush town and help him back up. "Trash!" The fork exclaims as I reapply one of Forky's eyes onto the not fully dry glue which had popped off. Woody try's to hush his worries and we try to tell him it's all okay, but he's already away from us and waddling towards the trash can beside Bonnie's bedside table. "Trash!"
Forky throws himself forward, tripping over his own two, paddle stick feet and ends up face planting on the floor with a clink of plastic. Woody heads over to pick him back up and a Trixie calls out with her leg raised. "Woody, I have a question." She stops herself and restates what she's thinking "Um, well, actually, not just one, I have all of them. I have all the questions."
"Uh, why does he want to go to the trash?" Buttercup speaks up asking probably one of the most important questions.
"Funny story, he was made from bits of trash." I explain while Woody catches the spork's arm now very uneven arm as he tries to make another dash for it.
Woody steps forward with a sigh, his hand still tightly clutching onto the uneven pipe cleaner and dragging him along. "Look, I know this is a little strange, but you got to-" Woody pauses his sentence briefly to chase after the spork again after he yanks his grip off, I stand in front of him before he gets far though "trust me on this." Woody swoops up forky and takes him back towards the group as I step in to speak.
"For Bonnie Right now, Forky is the most important toy to her" I look to my side to see the spork on the floor again, having slipped out the cowboy's arms.
"Important? He's a spork." Pricklepants asks, trying to get his head around Bonnie's thinking.
"Yes. Yeah, I know, but this spork" Woody cuts himself off, fixing what he said as I pick Forky up again for like the third time in a minute and stick his run away eye on again as well as pull out his shortened arm to make them even again "and this toy is crucial to Bonnie getting adjusted to kindergarten."
Now having a fixed up Forky, and why he's so important currently all is well and we can finally stand up. Looking down at the spork we see his arms have drops and Woody groans while fixing them again.
"Aren't you being a little dramatic about all of this?" Dolly questions our methods with a hand on her hip. I don't know what there's not to get.
"No. It's all new, but it's for Bonnie remember" I speak up, and take Forky into my arms walking towards the group. "You should see how much this little guy means to Bonnie. When she started playing with him, all her tears disappeared and her eyes gleamed at the sigh of him!" I replay the moment in my mind while Woody comes up from behind to continue.
"Yes! She had the biggest smile on her face." Woody pushes the little blue mouth into a wobbly smile which immediately drops and I put the fork down, he seems calm enough now. "I wish you could have seen it. Bonnie was really upset, and I swear, once she made Forky, it as a complete transformation."
"Uh, Woody?" Jessie tries to speak up, seeming a little concerned.
"Just a second, Jessie. So, we all have to make sure nothing happens to him."
"Something happened to him."
Turning around just in time, we see the little utensil hop into the trash can with a happy chuckle.
"Oh, Chutes and Ladders!" Woody mutters to himself before dashing off. Woody throws himself at the plastic bin which swings around while his and the forks voices sound muffled as they squabble.
"Ah, trash."
"No, no, no! No, no, no! You're a toy now, Forky!" Along with the others I walk up to the bin to see the cowboy pop out the top, struggling to get the fork to calm down "Come on! Stop! Stop it! Hey! No, no, no! Come on!"
"Well, I guess I'll babysit him till he's used to the room." Woody chuckles awkwardly hugging the fork as he does everything in his power to get away.
That's when the sound of Bonnie's giggling and footsteps come out of no where, we all freeze on the spot. She happily skips over and puts her backpack on her bed and climbs on. She starts searching in the backpack for Forky but her happiness soon drops to concern. "Forky?"
Woody tosses Forky on the bed behind the worried girl "Where are you, Forky?" But her joy soon returns at the sight of him with his head on her pillow. "There you are! I thought I'd lost you, silly." Forky sneaks back into the trash, only to be tossed back up. This goes on until we'll into the night as Bonnie's sleeping all tucked up in bed.
I offered to stay up with Woody and I also offered to take over so he can rest but he firmly refused. Next time I won't let him but right now I'm watching from across the room as the fork drops back down onto the bin, only for Woody to catch him and start crawling up on the bed for a change. "No, no, no, no, no. Big girl scary!" The fork utters out unhappily.
"Like I said before, Bonnie's not scary." Woody sighs trying to get it through Forky's plastic noggin " She loves you and you need to..." Woody is cut off by the sudden clasp of Bonnie's hand grabbing a hold of him. She moved at the speed of light and no one could have anticipated that. Bonnie pulls Woody closer to her in her deep sleep and Woody gives in, obviously appreciating the sweetness of the kid, even if she's mistaken him for Forky.
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