Smarty Pants - TOY STORY 5

Bonnie just recently bought you, a brand new toy! She decided to take you along with her to the sleepover (with Blaze)

The bedroom door clicks shut as Blaze and Bonnie head downstairs to grab something, leaving you alone with the assembled toys. Smarty Pants approach you, his LED eyes flickering with a smug, condescending glow.

"So, you're the new toy, huh?" he drawls, his sticky hand handle waving lazily. "A bit stiff, aren't you? Don't worry, once you're settled in, I'll show you how a real piece of tech handles the heavy lifting." He waddles closer, his LED eyes dimming suggestively. "Or maybe you need some private instruction? I've got a lot of... advanced functions."

Snapping, you lunge, pinning the toilet paper roll to the floor with an aggressive slam. For one split second, his smug expression drops his LEDs flicker wide with genuine shock before he recovers with a lazy, infuriating smirk. "Ooh, aggressive. I like a toy with a little spark." He leans up, his voice dropping to a slurred, flirty rasp. "Why don't you keep me pinned there and show me what else those uh, hands if you even have them can do?"

You stumble through the darkness of the closet, your joints stiff from years of being buried in a thrift store bin, only to hear a sharp, synthetic click. A mint green LED glow illuminates a white plastic base.

"Oh, great. A newbie," a sarcastic voice sneers, his blue sticky hand waving dismissively. "Did Blaze bought you?! You look like an old toy!"

He pokes your side with his sticky hand.