Toy Story

‎The garbage truck pulled into the garage at the Tri-county Sanitation building. A man got out of the front seat and jumped down. ‎ ‎"I'm getting sick of this job." He said to his partner. ‎ ‎"You're just getting sick of it? You've been doing it for ten years. Why start complaining now?" The other man said. ‎ ‎"Hey you clean trucks for another five years and you'll see what I mean. It's a dirty job and the pay stinks." ‎ ‎"I think you need a drink. Meet at O'Toole's in fifteen?" ‎ ‎"Only if you're buying." The two men laughed as the walked away. Once they were gone, one of the toys attached to the front grill groaned. ‎ ‎"Another night attached to this stupid truck." The toy, a bullfrog sighed. ‎ ‎"What did you expect? We're never going anywhere." A cat toy snapped. ‎ ‎"Well I for one can't take this anymore!" A stuffed bear shouted. He pulled at his restraints until one hand got loose. He then got his other hand and both feet free. ‎ ‎"Hey buddy! Where you going?" The frog asked. The bear kept walking. ‎ ‎"Free us! We'll come with you! The cat cried. Hey! Come back!" But the bear never looked back. He ran to the door and jumped, grabbing the handle. Pulling down, he pushed the door with his feet and it opened. Jumping down on the ground, he ran through the parking lot and across the street. He slowed to a walk as he talked to himself. ‎ ‎Five years. He said. Five years I've been stuck on that wretched truck! Eating flies and smelling the foul stench of garbage, for five years! All because of that stupid cowboy! I swear if I ever come across him, he will regret the day he ruined my life! I swear, if I find him, I'll…" ‎ ‎"Hey bear, want to pipe down? Some of us are trying to sleep." He had come upon a house and looked up to see a giraffe and a monkey looking down at him. ‎ ‎"Oh. Sorry. Say, you wouldn't happen to have seen a cowboy anywhere, have you?" ‎ ‎"You're going to have to be more specific, bucko." The monkey said.