Popo and Nana were knocking ice down with their wooden mallets as they were jumping up a snowy mountain, humming as they both were having the time of their lives.
Neither of the Ice Climbers realized what the others were thinking, and just what were they thinking...?
"Yeah! Keep on making him jump this snowy mountain!" Popo's Joy exclaimed joyfully as she bounced up and down and all around.
"C-careful! We don't want to fall off the ice!" Popo's Fear remarked as he was trembling with fear, nervous as to what could easily happen.
"Ugh, I would hate it if one of those polar bears in pink shorts just popped up out of nowhere," Popo's Disgust stated as she burped and farted simultaneously.
"I just want to climb up snow... and maybe bash some ice..." Popo's Sadness sighed as he placed his hands on his face.
"I WISH THIS STUPID ICE WASN'T SO SLIPPERY!" Popo's Anger snapped angrily as he was tearing apart part of the machinery inside Popo's imaginary brain center.
But what exactly was Nana's imaginary brain center like...?
"Careful this time... we don't want to go slipping off again like last time..." Nana's Fear stated as she was remembering all the bad times Nana fell or slipped on ice.
"Ergh... I just want to smash it into pieces." Nana's Anger grumbled as she folded her arms together.
"What's wrong with ice? All of it. It makes me sick." Nana's Disgust stated in disgust as she folded her arms together.
"Whenever I fall on the ice, it makes me feel sad... like something precious inside me broke..." Nana's Sadness solemnly stated with a sad sigh.
"I dunno, guys... I like the ice!" Nana's Joy gleefully exclaimed, getting glances from the other emotions as she simply giggled in response.
Popo and Nana paused as they looked at each other, both being a bit confused as they smiled and shrugged, continuing to mindfully climbing up the snowy, ice filled mountain, not realizing what was going on in each others heads.