Toy Story 3 is being released this week and I couldn’t be more psyched
I’ve been a die-hard fan since the first Toy Story came out in 1995, when I was just a tiny monster. I remember the day after I saw it I asked my dad for a Buzz Lightyear toy, just like the one in the movie. Later that day my dad came home, told me they were out of Buzz Lightyears at the toy store, and dropped a squirrel carcass in my lap. I named him Fuzz Noear, because my dad had eaten his ears on the way home.
That squirrel carcass and I had some pretty kickass times: Tea-parties, playing in the mud, arm-wrestling—you name it. We were as close as a monster and a squirrel carcass could get. Later that same winter food was scarce and we had to eat Fuzz. Everyone got sick and vomited all over the place because he was rotted on the inside, and my dad told me that from then on squirrel-carcass toys were banned from the cave. That was the last time I ever saw my father.
As far as Toy Story 3 goes, I loved it. It brought tears to my eyes. Nobody knows how to tug at my heart cords until they pop like Pixar.
For snacks I recommend (NOT) eating squirrel carcass nuggets.
Now tell the Movie Monster…what makes you cry?
