(Inspiring music)
- Come in Star Command.
Why won't they answer?
- Maybe they spaced it?
(Orange laughs maniacally)
- (groans) Star log 24695,
I've arrived on the planet Blargh 23,
there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere.
(Orange babbles)
- Hey, watch this!
(flatulence)
(Orange laughs maniacally)
Whee!
- You are a sad, annoying little man.
(flatulence) - Dive bomb!
(flatulence)
Dive bomb!
(Orange laughs maniacally)
- Would you go dive bomb someone else?
- Nah.
Are you saying you want me to buzz off?
(Orange laughs maniacally)
- Yes, I am.
I was told to rendezvous with Star Command
at this exact location.
Unless, you're the representative
Star Command sent to meet me.
- Yup, that's me!
(flatulence) Whee!
- Wha?
This, this can't be.
If you're really from Star Command
then you know the series of secret passwords.
- Booger booger Starbucks Baloo the Whale.
- Platypus platypus hoover bug salami bread.
- Wiggle piggle trickle pig.
- Oink oink platoon cartoon.
- Maroon 5 MacGyver snarf snarf.
- I can't believe it, that was the exact password series.
You are the Star Command representative.
- I tried to snarf ya, but you didn't believe me.
(Orange laughs maniacally)
- Well this is certainly unexpected.
So what is the message you have for me?
What is so important that I had
to travel to Gamma Quadrant Sector Four?
- Okay, you're gonna wanna sit down for this.
- I'd prefer to stand.
- Well, so would I,
but I don't have much of a choice, do I?
(Orange laughs maniacally)
- Argh, look, what is it?
What is so important that I, Buzz Lightyear,
just had to know?
- Here's the thing, um...
You're a toy.
- Heh heh, I'm sorry but I believe
you mispronounced Space Ranger.
- What? Did I?
Did I say sparse rationer again?
I always do that.
- What's this nonsense about me being a toy?
I'm not a toy, could a toy do this?
(Popping noise)
Could a toy do this? (lazer zaps)
- Could a toy do this?
(Orange babbles)
Could a toy touch his tongue to his eyeball?
(Orange strains)
- Well, I've seen quite enough of this.
To infinity and beyond!
(crashing)
What's going on?
(tape screeching)
What is this strange substance?
Carpet?
Is this fabric?
What is happening?
- Uh oh, looks like Buzz's whole universe is a lie.
(Orange laughs maniacally)
- We're in a bedroom.
A childs bedroom. (mysterious music plays)
How the heck are you flying around?
- This isn't flying, this is falling with wires.
(snips)
Dive bomb!
(Orange laughs maniacally) (boinging)
- Would you stop that?
I can't believe it.
I'm a toy.
- Well I'm sorry, this is no way
for a sparse rationer to find out.
- It's Space Ranger!
- Right, sparse rationer. (comical tune)
- Space Ranger.
- Spork McGorfuger.
- Space Ranger!
- Is that really not what I said?
- That is not what you said!
- No, Cid!
(tape screeching)
- Huh? (screaming) (dramatic music)
My arm! Look at me!
I'm a freak.
Call me, Mrs Nesbit.
- Well I thought you were a sparse rationer.
- For the last time, it is Space...
Oh, what's the use.
I'm never getting out of here, am I?
- Naw.
Now turn that from cup-side down!
That's why I'm here.
You see, Buzz, you got a friend in me.
- Yeah, yeah we all know the song.
- What song? I mean it, you've got a friend in me.
Barfception time
(loud hollow yelling)
- Well, not my proudest moment
but it got me into Cid's room safely,
so thanks Orange!
- You got it cowpoke.
- Woody! You came to save me!
- Sure did.
Now let's get you back to Andy
and you know what? Let's lose this nonsense.
Get your arm, RC.
- And don't forget your rocket.
- Right!
(boinging)
Okay Buzz, we're aiming for that window.
(match igniting)
- [Buzz] Wait, the one with the rocket on it's sill?
(sizzling) - Exactly, now aim!
Wait, if the rocket's over there,
then what's on my back?
(tape screeching)
(explosion sounds) (Buzz and Woody scream)
(Orange laughs maniacally)
(upbeat tune)