Come in, Star Command.

Star Command, come in.

Do you read me?

Why don't they answer?

My ship!

Blast. This will take weeks to repair.

Buzz Lightyear mission log, stardate 4-0-7-2.

My ship has run off course en route to Sector 12.

I've crash-landed on a strange planet.

The impact must have awoke me from hypersleep.

Terrain seems a bit unstable.

No readout yet if the air is breathable.

And there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere.- Hello?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Did I frighten you? Didn't mean to.

Sorry. Howdy. My name is Woody, and this is Andy's room.

That's all I wanted to say.

And also, there has been a bit of a mix-up. This is my spot, see, the bed here...

Local law enforcement. It's about time you got here.

I'm Buzz Lightyear. Space Ranger Universe Protection Unit.

My ship has crash-landed here by mistake.

Yes, it is a mistake, because you see, the bed here is my spot.

I need to repair my turbo boosters. Do people still use fossil fuels, or have you discovered crystallic fusion?

Well, let's see. We got double A's.

Watch yourself. Halt! Who goes there?

Don't shoot. It's okay. Friends.

Do you know these life-forms?

Yes. They're Andy's toys.

All right, everyone, you're clear to come up.

I am Buzz Lightyear. I come in peace.

Oh, I'm so glad you're not a dinosaur.

Thank you.

Now, thank you all for your kind welcome.

Say, what's that button do?

I'll show you.

Buzz Lightyear to the rescue.

Hey, Woody's got something like that.

His is a pull stripe. Only it's... - Only it sounds like a car ran over it.

Oh, yeah, but not like this one.

This is a quality sound system.

Probably all copper wiring, huh?

So, where are you from?

Singapore? Hong Kong?

Well, no. Actually, I'm stationed up in the Gamma Quadrant of Sector 4.

As a member of the elite Universe Protection Unit of the Space Ranger Corps, I protect the galaxy from the threat of invasion from the evil Emperor Zurg, sworn enemy of the Galactic Alliance.

Oh, really?

I'm from Playskool.

And I'm from Mattel.

Well, I'm not really from Mattel.

I'm actually from a smaller company that was purchased in a leveraged buyout.

Well, I don't...

You think they've never seen a new toy before?

Well, sure. Look at him.

He's got more gadgets on him than a Swiss Army knife.

Ah, ah, ah, ah. Please be careful.

You don't want to be in the way when my laser goes off.

Hey, a laser?

How come you don't have a laser, Woody?

It's not a laser.

It's a little light bulb that blinks.

What's with him?

Laser envy.

All right, that's enough. Look, we're all very impressed with Andy's new toy.

Toy?

T-O-Y. Toy.

Excuse me. I think the word you're searching for is "Space Ranger."

The word I'm searching for I can't say because there's preschool toys present.

Getting' kinda tense, aren't ya?

Uh, Mr. Lightyear. Now, I'm curious.

What does a Space Ranger actually do?

He's not a Space Ranger.

He doesn't fight evil or shoot lasers or fly.

Excuse me.

Oh, impressive wingspan.

Very good.

Oh, what?

What?

These are plastic.

He can't fly.

They are a teryllium carbonic alloy, and I can fly. - No, you can't.

Yes, I can.

You can't.

Can.

Can't. Can't. Can't!

I tell you, I could fly around this room with my eyes closed.

Okay, then, Mr. Light Beer, prove it.

All right, then I will.

Stand back, everyone.

To infinity and beyond!

Can!

Whoa!

Oh, wow. You flew magnificently!

I found my movin' buddy.

All right, thank you.

Thank, thank you all.

Thank you.

That wasn't flying.

That was falling with style.

Man, the dolls must really go for you. Can you teach me that?

Golly bob howdy!

Oh, shut up!

You know, in a couple of days, everything will be just the way it was.

They'll see.

They'll see.

I'm still Andy's favorite toy.