[Wriggling his way free, he is more than happy to make a very short (and wild-limbed) jog to the backpack; he doesn't expect to nearly get his voicebox stared out of the back of him by the somewhat ghoulish toy that greets him. Yes, yup, it turns out toys can have heart attacks. He's definitely feeling a heart attack coming along.

He manages to keep himself from yelling, and speaks a bit more quietly:]

... Wow! Okay! Hewwww. H-howdy there. Scared me, there... [Okay, that's just... impolite staring, is what it is, prone to giving a fellow toy the heebie-jeebies. He gives a very slight, uncomfortable waggle of his fingers in greeting before stepping back.] ... This town's not big enough for the two of us, so I'll just be on my way—