Toy Story was great. But after three or four, it becomes a nightmare. You have these plastic, immortal figures cursed to live forever. They can't tell the ones they love that they're real and have emotions, feelings, and desires. They have the misfortune to see everyone they care about get old and die, while they linger on. They can't die. They have no agency. They exist to serve. They are slaves to children that don't know how the world works.
What does this say about our world? What lesson can we learn from their tragic lives?
Maybe we should pity them. Maybe we shouldn't grow attached to them. Maybe it's a commentary on how man creates out of a desire to live, only to grow bored and toss that love away when it's no longer novel. Maybe it says that even our best intentions lead to misery and torture.
Our maybe they should just stop milking the franchise because it's uncomfortable now.