When the weather was fine in Michael's bedroom, the toys liked nothing better than...
Playing games. Johnson could throw the ball.
Here it comes, Diesel.
Diesel could stop it.
Okay, Squeaky, you're next.
Squeaky could catch it.
Give it to me! Give it to me!
Okay!
And Alfred could kick it.
Here it comes, Macduff!
Run, Macduff! Run!
I'm running as fast as I can!
But Macduff was just no good at all.
You're out!
Macduff's out! Macduff's out! You're no good, Macduff!
Macduff's out, isn't she, Johnson? She couldn't stop the ball.
Well, she's sort of out.
Eh? She's either out or she isn't.
I'm sorry, Macduff, but you're out.
Yay! That's the fourth time she's been out today!
Where are you going to, Macduff?
I don't want to play any more, Johnson. I'm no good at this game.
Then we'll play a game that you are good at.
Huh! She's no good at any games.
Diesel's right, Johnson. I just can't play games.
Chasing! You must be good at chasing. Everybody's good at chasing.
Chasing? All right!
And two, and two...
So they played chasings.
Ready, set, go!
Diesel was good at chasing. Squeaky was good at darting.
You won't catch me, Diesel.
Johnson was good at running. And Alfred was good at sneaking.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh, yes, here I go! I made it!
It was the best game the toys had ever played.
But Macduff? Macduff was just too slow.
Good luck!
Come on! Come on! That's it!
I don't think I can!
Come on, Macduff. Come on, Macduff, there's a gap!
Come on! Go! Go, Macduff!
All right, here I come!
Tag!
Ha! Ha! Ha! I knew she wouldn't make it!
Where are you going now, Macduff?
I'm no good at this game either.
But Macduff...
You go on with your games. I'll find something else to do.
I suppose.
Don't worry about her, Johnson.
Not everybody can be good at everything like me.
Now, who's in next?
I'll be in! I'll be in!
But Johnson did worry about her all the rest of that afternoon.
Come on, around the corner! Squeaky! Come on!
He's a really good type of face, Squeaky.
That evening, when Michael was asleep,
the toys shared Alfred's campfire
and told stories about all the exciting games they'd played.
And achieve something that you wouldn't normally think you could do.
But Macduff preferred to stay on her own.
She felt left out.
Macduff, aren't you coming to Alfred's campfire?
No.
But it's not the same without you.
Nobody wants me, Johnson. I can't do anything.
You must be good at something. Everybody is.
Like what? What am I good at?
Well, you're a good friend.
Thanks, Johnson, but it's not the same as being good at something, is it?
Johnson dearly wanted to stop her leaving, but he didn't know what to say.
Macduff was right. She wasn't good at anything, and everybody knew it.
Goodbye, Macduff. I'm sorry.
Over here! Over here! Where's Squeaky?
For the next few days, the rest of the toys played ball games.
But somehow they always ended in arguments.
Squeaky, get the ball!
It's a goal! Yay! It's a goal!
It's not!
Yes, it is.
It is not a goal!
It didn't go in!
It did! It did!
It didn't! It didn't!
No, it's not a goal!
But you're on Alfred's side. That's not fair.
I thought it was a goal!
Hang on a minute! You're on Diesel's side! Never in all my born days!
Squash you flat!
Get out of it! I'll teach you a lesson!
Stop it, the both of you! Stop it!
What we need is someone to see that we keep to the rules.
We need a referee. That's what we need.
I'll be the referee, and I say it's a goal!
It was not a goal!
Stop it! I've had enough of you!
No, not you, Diesel. Somebody that isn't on anybody's side.
Eh? You mean Macduff?
Oh! Now, I say Macduff is an excellent choice for referee.
Yeah, Macduff for referee!
Yes!
Now, where could she have got to?
Because nobody wanted to play with her,
Macduff had gone off exploring on her own, trying to find something to do.
Hmm. It's hard finding something to do when you can't do anything.
She said sorrowfully. In fact, she was so sorry for herself,
she didn't look where she was going, and before she knew it,
she was on top of Michael's skateboard.
Oh? Oh! Help! I'm being stolen by a skateboard!
Help!
Macduff! Macduff! Macduff! Macduff!
It's just like Macduff, isn't it?
We finally find her something to do, and now she's gone off somewhere.
She's the most useless toy I...
Whee!
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Look out! She's gone!
Whee!
Look, everyone! I can finally do something!
Well, in future, I'm staying under the bed.
It's much safer there. Blethering blazers!
Whee!
Here she comes again!
I'm coming too!
Oh, hello! Come back here!
Yay!
Ha-ha!
It took the toy some time to catch Macduff.
It was true she could ride the skateboard, but she couldn't stop it.
Ah!
Oh, dear!
Now get off!
But I want to stay up here.
Why do I have to get off?
Because you're too dangerous, that's why!
It's the only thing I can do.
We want you to referee our soccer match.
Yes, Macduff. We need you.
Need me?
See, Macduff, that's two things you can do.
Two things?
I can do two things!
Yay!
Yay!
Good for you, Macduff!
I've got it! I've got it!
Okay, Squeaky, I'll pass it to you.
So the toys played games for the entire summer.
The noisiest time Michael's bedroom had ever known.
Oh, there was yelling and cheering and squealing and screaming.
But Macduff kept everything and everybody under control.
Because she could do two things.
Referee and ride a skateboard.
Yay!
It was just a pity she did them both together.
It can't be a goal! I wasn't on the field!
Alright, here I come.
I'll do it, Squeaky.
Get out of my way!
He pushed me! Did you see that?
No goal!
That's a penalty!
Yay!
That's a penalty!