[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SQUEAKING]

Oooh.

Greetings.

I am Buzz Lightyear.

I come in peace.

[BABBLING]

This is an intergalactic emergency.

I need to commandeer your vehicle to Sector 12.

Who is in charge here?

ALIENS: The claw.

The claw chooses who will go and who will stay.

This is ludicrous.

SID: Hey, bozo.

You got a brain in there?

[EVIL LAUGH] Take that.

[MALLET HITTING GAME]

Oh no.

Sid.

Get down.

[SQUEAKING]

What's gotten into you, Sheriff?

You were the one who decided to climb into this.

[SHUSHES]

The claw, it moves.

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

I have been chosen.

Buzz.

Hey, Buzz.

Are you OK?

Gone.

It's all gone.

All of it's gone.

Woohoo!

Bye bye, see ya!

What happened to you?

One minute you're defending the whole galaxy, and then suddenly you find yourself sucking down Darjeeling with Marie Antoinette and her little sister.

I think that's enough tea for today.

Let's get you out of here.

But--

Don't you et it?

You see the hat?

I am Mrs. Nesbitt.

[LAUGHING]

Snap out of it, Buzz.

[SQUEAK]

I- I- I- I'm sorry.

I'm just a little depressed, that's all.

I can get through this.

Oh, I'm a sham!

Quiet, Buzz.

Look at me!

I can't even fly out the window!

[DOG BARKING]

That look good?

Out the window.

Buzz, you're a genius.

Come on.

Years of government training wasted.

I'm lost, Andy is gone, they're going to move from their house in two days, and it's all your fault.

My-- my fault?

If you hadn't pushed me out of the window in the first place.

Oh, yeah?

Well if you hadn't shown up in your stupid little cardboard spaceship and taken away everything that's important to me--

Don't you talk to me about importance.

Because of you, the security of the entire universe is in jeopardy.

What?

What are you talking about?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Right now, poised at the edge of the galaxy, Emperor Zurg has been secretly building a weapon with the destructive capacity to annihilate an entire planet.

I alone, have information that will reveal this weapon's only weakness.

And you, my friend, are responsible for delaying my rendezvous with Star Command.

You are a toy!

You aren't the real Buzz Lightyear.

You're from-- you're an action figure.

You are a child's play thing.

You are a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity.

Farewell.

[MUSIC PLAYING]