Toy Story Crossover

Somewhere in New York, there is a house. In that house is a large collection of toys; owned by a grown man who never plays with them; instead preferring to keep them on display and collect dust.

But unbeknowest to him, the toys are sick of him, and plan to bust out.

Zeruel nonchalantly pulled himself on top of the desk, pulled open a rather spacious drawer, and jumped in before pushing a button on the only other thing in the drawer - a flashlight. This was the "toy clubhouse" as it was called, though Zeruel hated the nickname. Lying down, Zeruel waited for the other toys to come.

Optimus Prime, leader of the autobots, was confused. After years of living in the attic, his owner had climbed up the stairs, opened the box he'd been stuffed in with a bunch of other toys....then put him back in his original box and sold him to some fatass who was clearly too old for toys, but too young to have children.

And the man hadn't even taken him out of the box! What was the deal?

Annoyed, he punched his way out of his box, and observed the scenery around him. There were toys and boxes with toys in them everywhere.

"Where am I?" he asked.

Luffy, captain of the Straw Hat Pirates, looked around from inside his box, and was confused. He had been excited when he thought someone bought him to play with him once more after his old kid had gotten too old for him.

However, the box he was in was much more solid than usual boxes and as he tried to get out he found it wasn't so easy. He could have broken it open, but such a thing would leave a trail and he wasn't supposed to reveal he could move to a human. "Uh... anyone there wanna help me out?"

Optimus headed towards the box, and began inspecting it.

"Do you require assistance?" he asked.

Luffy nodded, "Yeah, just undo those twisty ties on the side there," He said, pointing them out.

"That could be a problem," said Optimus, as he looked at his fingers. "I don't have actual fingers; just fists,"

Luffy nodded, "I see. Well then..." He sat down, crossing his legs. "I'm bored," he stated simply.