I never thought I’d be leading a rescue mission. But when Woody got snatched by that overzealous collector, Al McWhiggin, I didn’t have a choice. We tracked him to his penthouse above Al’s Toy Barn, but things went sideways fast. I found a Buzz Lightyear with a utility belt—thought he was a rogue ranger, not some off-the-shelf knockoff. He locked me up, convinced he was on a mission to stop Emperor Zurg.

Now, my friends are navigating Al’s apartment without me. Hamm’s cracking safes with his coin slot, Mr. Potato Head’s using his parts to sneak through vents, and Rex is trying not to panic. I escaped, but Zurg’s on my tail—literally. Turns out, he’s not my father. He’s just another toy. Another lie.

I see them now—Hamm, Slinky, Rex—sneaking toward Al’s suitcase. It’s moving. Toward the airport. If we don’t act now, Woody’s gone forever. And I don’t know which is worse: losing him… or realizing I might not be the hero I thought I was.

The conveyor belt leads to the tarmac. One wrong move, and we’re scattered across the country. I look at my team. They’re looking back at me.

What’s the plan?