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"Buzz Lightyear al rescaté!" A voice rang from the TV in apartment 4A. Sheldon, Leonard, Penny, Raj and Howard were watching Toy Story 3 on High-def Blu-Ray, and were just at the end of the movie, when Andy left for college and gave his old toys to Bonnie, with the credits and extra scenes now beginning to roll.
Sheldon Cooper, who was sitting in his spot, was sure he heard some sniffling, which he did. He mentally sighed as he saw his roommate Penny, wiping her eyes with a tissue.
"Aw, it always makes me cry at the end," the choked-up Penny said.
Raj whispered in Howard's ear, since he still couldn't speak in front of women, with the latter gave him a weird look.
"He says 'I'm with ya, sister'," Howard told them for his best friend, and then took the plates that used to be full of popcorn and took them to the sink.
Sheldon, being the logical man he was, obviously couldn't hold back the opportunity to criticize the franchise. "You know, as much as I admire the works of PIXAR, I find this completely impossible."
"How so?" Leonard asked, knowing where this was going already.
"How so? For one Leonard, toys do not talk. In fact, they can't talk. Second, due to the fact that they have neither an adequate skeleton nor nervous system, they wouldn't be able to do anything. Thirdly, if toys could do these things, they would almost definitely not be worrying about trivial things like whether they get played with. They would be organizing to take over the world."
"How could toys take over the world?" Penny asked, doubting his hypothesis.
"Think about it Penny! There are millions of toys mass-produced every day. In sheer numbers, they have plenty of members to take over the world. However, because they can't move, they wouldn't be able to."
"Sheldon, it's just a movie, you don't have to analyze this so hard."
"Well, sooner or later, this will become a job to people on the internet."
"...True. Would you like some hot cocoa?" Penny asked.
"No," Sheldon replied, heading to his room. "I feel that it is time for me to retire."
Penny waited until she heard the door slam shut. "Leonard, quick question, ya think Sheldon has ever watched a Disney movie?"
"Absolutely not," replied Leonard swiftly. "If I could imagine him as a kid, he would be the one to put Bill Nye on while recording it on DVR."
It was just a stupid movie.
What was the point of going into that discussion too far? All he had to do was say why he didn't like the movie. He would admit it was a film he could respect, telling there was plenty of work put into it, but it didn't sit right with him. After seeing how the first two movies went, he noticed there was a sort of formula and pattern used, not in the conventional way, per se.
"Sheldon, Sheldon, come out and play," Sheldon heard a voice calling him. He opened his eyes and saw every toy from the Toy Story movies gathered on the end of his bed.
"You can't be here. You aren't real."
"We're very real Sheldon," Woody said seriously.
"No, you aren't," Sheldon said firmly. "You are a figment of my imagination."
"No, we aren't Sheldon," Buzz responded. "If we weren't real, could we do this?" The large group of toys began crawling up towards Sheldon's face, repeating the same phrase:
"We are real Sheldon."
He shot out of bed, running towards Leonard's room.
Jessie looked over at Buzz. "Gee, do you think we were too hard on him?"
* Knock Knock Knock* "LEONARD AND PENNY!"
* Knock Knock Knock* "LEONARD AND PENNY!"
* Knock Knock Knock* "LEONARD AND PENNY!"
"What Sheldon?" Leonard asked, tying his robe.
"The toys from Toy Story are trying to kill me!" Sheldon fretted.
"No, they're not," Leonard groaned. He really had excpeted more out of Sheldon. "You probably had a nightmare or something, just go back to bed."
"No, they ARE! Come and see!" Poor, frightened Sheldon dragged the couple to his room.
"See!" He said, gesturing into his room.
"Where?" Penny asked, very tired.
Sheldon looked into his room in disbelief.
"See?" Leonard mocked. "No monsters." Penny chuckled and the two went back to bed.
Sheldon warily climbed back into bed, forgetting to look under his bed. For if he had, he would have seen the smiling faces of ninety-some-odd toys.