[Facilier snaps his fingers, and the stage goes dim. When it lights up again, he is gone, replaced by Woody. The cowboy doll lays alone on a pedestal, limp and lifeless. He gets up and immediately starts to panic as props start to appear in the background behind him, made of wood. A hand-painted wooden fence, a wooden grill, and a wooden black-and-white dog. This scene is a familiar one to him, and it causes him to panic.
But then, a figure walks across the stage. It's easy to mistake it for human at first. But in all reality, it's some sort of marionette hanging from the ceiling, dressed up as a child. The strings extend into the darkness, almost as if being puppeteered by the shadows themselves. Woody tries to get up, to move, to do something - but he's kept down on the ground by an unknown force. The Sid marionette gleefully makes it's way across the stage, in an inhuman fashion, plunking something down next to Woody.
It's a colorful toy rocket. "THE BIG ONE. EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN."
Woody is duct-taped to the rocket, almost ceremoniously, and a match is lit. The match is positioned to the rocket's fuse, and it ignites. A countdown begins, echoing all around the room. Woody pops to life for a few seconds, attempting to remove his restraints, apparently given the sensation of life now that he's been adequately restrained. If toys could sweat, Woody would drenched.
The fuse steadily grows shorter. Three, two, one. Woody can only manage one word as the rocket is about to go off:]
"ANDY!"
[The rocket flies off into the rafters, before sounding off with a spectacular explosion. The initial explosion might be obscured from the audience, perhaps giving them a small sense of relief. But it's hardly any comfort when chunks of plastic, some melted and some charred black, begin to rain down on to the stage moments later. There's hardly any style to the way they fall, hitting the stage with horrible volume.
Facilier walks on stage, picking up a somehow stll-intact cowboy hat, and placing it on his finger. Turning to the audience, cheekbone exposed, he smirks.
EXECUTION: You're Only Second-Rate
But then, a figure walks across the stage. It's easy to mistake it for human at first. But in all reality, it's some sort of marionette hanging from the ceiling, dressed up as a child. The strings extend into the darkness, almost as if being puppeteered by the shadows themselves. Woody tries to get up, to move, to do something - but he's kept down on the ground by an unknown force. The Sid marionette gleefully makes it's way across the stage, in an inhuman fashion, plunking something down next to Woody.
It's a colorful toy rocket. "THE BIG ONE. EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN."
Woody is duct-taped to the rocket, almost ceremoniously, and a match is lit. The match is positioned to the rocket's fuse, and it ignites. A countdown begins, echoing all around the room. Woody pops to life for a few seconds, attempting to remove his restraints, apparently given the sensation of life now that he's been adequately restrained. If toys could sweat, Woody would drenched.
The fuse steadily grows shorter. Three, two, one. Woody can only manage one word as the rocket is about to go off:]
"ANDY!"
[The rocket flies off into the rafters, before sounding off with a spectacular explosion. The initial explosion might be obscured from the audience, perhaps giving them a small sense of relief. But it's hardly any comfort when chunks of plastic, some melted and some charred black, begin to rain down on to the stage moments later. There's hardly any style to the way they fall, hitting the stage with horrible volume.
Facilier walks on stage, picking up a somehow stll-intact cowboy hat, and placing it on his finger. Turning to the audience, cheekbone exposed, he smirks.
He begins to speak:]