[HELLO SMALL CHILD. Wow. He's not used to kids actually being SMALLER than him. Which is why, at first, he looks UP at the sound of Shaun's voice. It's not until a few baffled seconds have passed that it occurs to him to actually look down.]
[And when he does, he sort of jumps away a little bit. Because YIKES YOU CAME OUT OF NOWHERE.]
[Pokemon? That's what that is? One of the things from those games that Andy spent about two years obsessed with and then fell back into science fiction?]
[He'd be a little more indignant about that, but he's distracted by the fact that the kid knows his name. Demeanor changing instantly, he turns to face Shaun, straightening his hat.]
[Okay, he can't help it. His chest swells with pride-- this kid's surprisingly young to know about Woody's Roundup, considering that thing aired in the fifties, but hey, who is Woody to complain? Maybe he was like Andy and had some of the toys passed down through the family.]
In all my rootin', tootin' glory.
[He bends down a little, arm on knee, to face Shaun better.]
[It's so strange getting to TALK to a kid like this. The last time he literally talked to a child was when he'd broken the rules and spoken to Sid. ... And that had, understandably, ended in lots of screaming and running. Which he would be lying if he tried to say hadn't been INCREDIBLY satisfying.]
[But this? This is neat in a whole new way. He's not technically breaking the rules if he's not a toy anymore, is he? Going ragdoll and flopping limply to the ground every time someone walks past is a whole lot more noticeable when you're a fully-grown flesh-and-blood adult man than when you're a little doll made of cotton and plastic.]
Well howdy, Shaun!
You seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders.
If you know who I am, I probably don't have to say the line, but... mind telling me why this snake is so interested in my boot?
FOURTHWALLING IS FINE, Woody will assume he saw the TV show and not think much of it.
[And when he does, he sort of jumps away a little bit. Because YIKES YOU CAME OUT OF NOWHERE.]
--Uhhh... WELL...
The BOOT is mine...
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...Not really, but he just assumes you were distracted.]
I guessed that. I meant is that your pokemon?
[And then something clicks and his eyes widen a little.]
Wait, are you Sheriff Woody?
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[He'd be a little more indignant about that, but he's distracted by the fact that the kid knows his name. Demeanor changing instantly, he turns to face Shaun, straightening his hat.]
Why, yes. As a matter of fact, I am!
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As it stands, an expression of elation lights up his 11-year-old face in the biggest smile he can give.]
Wow! You're really him! That's the coolest thing!
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In all my rootin', tootin' glory.
[He bends down a little, arm on knee, to face Shaun better.]
How about you? What's your name, partner?
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He's got that 'kid at Disney World' look on his face when Woody crouches down to his level.]
I'm Shaun! It's nice to meet you, um, partner!
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[But this? This is neat in a whole new way. He's not technically breaking the rules if he's not a toy anymore, is he? Going ragdoll and flopping limply to the ground every time someone walks past is a whole lot more noticeable when you're a fully-grown flesh-and-blood adult man than when you're a little doll made of cotton and plastic.]
Well howdy, Shaun!
You seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders.
If you know who I am, I probably don't have to say the line, but... mind telling me why this snake is so interested in my boot?