Woody's Origin Part 3- Dave's Revenge

Previously:

The Woody’s Roundup show was canceled and all merchandise relating to the show had been discontinued. The very last Woody doll made was taken home by a worker named Bud Luckey. After failing to sell at “Bud’s Toy Barn”, Woody was donated to a local preschool where he met Dave, an old Davey Crockett doll, who led the group of toys there.

A couple years later, Dave had slowly fell into obscurity as Woody unintentionally took control of the playroom. A boy named Andrew Davis started attending the preschool and Woody quickly became his favorite toy. Before recess ended, two parent figures were seen talking in the lobby with the head of the school and Andrew came back in, crying and clutching Woody tightly.

That Night:

After a long day of playtime, the toys at the daycare found themselves engaging in games amongst themselves. Woody would typically play along teaching a mock shootout workshop and playing checkers with anyone who wasn’t quite sick of him asking. Today however, Woody just felt like having a quiet night to himself. There was something extra about this Andrew kid that he couldn’t’ quite pinpoint.

Woody made his rounds along the perimeter of the room, stopping only momentarily to see Dave staring at some pictures on the wall. There was a picture of a class 3 years ago that Dave was specifically looking at.

Woody sat petrified and confused on what his next step should be. Dave has been losing it slowly through the time Woody has known him. Earlier today, Dave had threatened him when he tried to talk to him before recess. Woody slowly backed away but stepped on a squeaky board on his way out. Dave rapidly turned his head towards Woody. After a second though, Dave’s stature relaxed.

“You know the problem with kids Woody? Kids don’t stay kids.”

Dave was monologuing. Woody decided to listen.

“You see that picture right there? Third one from the right. That one’s Susan. We played all the time.
It was great. And then you know what happened? She moved right before you showed up. Acted a lot like your kid Andrew before it happened.”

Woody thought back to the sad little child that was clutching him so tightly earlier that day.

“Do you think that is what is happening to Andrew?” asked Woody

Dave looked at him with sympathy. “There is a way we can find out. Follow me.”

Woody’s curiosity outweighed his past experience with Dave. He seemed serious. Despite the growing tingle in the back of his neck, Woody decided to follow Dave. They traveled in silence out the playroom door, around the corner, and into an office. The office was just a little smaller than the playroom and in the corner was a desk set against the wall. Dave climbed up onto the top and Woody stayed on the ground watching as Dave shuffled several papers around.

“Here it is sheriff!” called Dave. Woody, partly out of panic and partly out of curiosity, climbed up onto of the desk. Sure enough was a change of address form signed by Mr. and Mrs. Davis including

their son Andrew? Woody backed away slowly.

“No. it can’t be.”

Dave put his arm around Woody’s shoulder. “There is nothing like being loved by a child and really, no kid can be replaced. But having a kid is better than no kid. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Woody felt a wave of pain as a giant wooden pen was smashed against the back of his head. He fell to the ground and turned to see Dave holding the pen like a spear. The spear was about to charge right into Woody when Woody turned and grabbed a file folder that stopped the arrow head from stabbing his eyes.

Woody stood and tried to run when Dave grabbed Woody’s pull string preventing him from going anywhere. A quick yank of the pull string and Woody was jerked back towards the waiting fist of Dave. Woody was knocked unconscious. Dave dragged him towards the wall as Woody’s hat fell off onto the desk.

“You see Sheriff, I didn’t get my kid. I don’t believe anyone should get their kid. You aren’t special, you don’t mean anything. You are just a rag full of stuffing that will grow old and unloved by anyone.” Dave pushed woody into the space between the desk and the wall.

“In the end, that’s what we all are. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of Andrew for you.”

Dave mockingly dropped Woody’s hat down the space between the wall and desk where Woody was nudged. Dave walked away and back towards the playroom. School was starting soon, and he had to act fast if he expected to hitch a ride with Andrew that day.

Part 4 coming soon.

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