Inside Goofy's Mind

"Gawrsh, it's sure fun to be at the beach," Goofy said, walking out of the car carrying a beach chair. He got tangled up in the beach chair, and struggled to pry himself free.

"Wow, Dad! That was a great start!" Max said, rolling his eyes.

Joy was seated at the center of a large control panel with Sadness to his left and Fear to his right. Anger and Disgust were flanking the sides.

"What do you think?" Joy asked the others.

The other four emotions said in unison, "He's definitely serious."

Joy responded by pressing some buttons.

"I know," Goofy said, and then he began to laugh. "Come on, Maxie, we better set up our pic-a-nic basket."

"Yeah, we can do that later! I'm going to go in the water with Peej!" Max said, leaving Goofy.

A yellow memory was formed.

"Should we be sad that Max left us?" Sadness asked to his superior.

"No," Joy responded, "He just went to play with a friend. We should do the same."

Goofy walked over to Pete. He said, "Hiya, Pete, how are you doing?"

"I was doing fine until you showed up," Pete said with a scowl.

"What do you think this time?" Joy asked the others.

The other four emotions said in unison, "He's definitely joking."

Joy responded by pressing some buttons.

"Oh, Pete," Goofy said, flicking his wrist. "You're such a kidder." He hugged Pete.

Pete groaned out, "Let go of me, you Goof!"

Sadness discreetly pressed a button.

Goofy said, "Oops, sorry!" and let go of Pete.

A yellow memory was formed.

"Tell you what, Goof, you should go play in the sand, and leave me alone," Pete said.

"Ooh, look, an idea," Joy said, as he found a lightbulb.

"Let's take it," the others said in unison, as Joy placed the lightbulb in the keyhole.

"Okie-doke," Goofy said, as he headed over to play in the sand. He caught PJ sitting and looking at the sea. "Oh, hey, PJ!"

"Hi," PJ responded, but he didn't change his gaze and he didn't sound enthusiastic.

"Uh-oh," Joy said, "Unhappiness alert."

"I've got this," Sadness said, and briefly took over.

"Are you alright?" Goofy asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," PJ responded. "The sea is very calming to me. Its rhythmic patterns make me forget the bad stuff, however briefly."

"If you say so," Goofy said, "Just remember that I'm here whenever you need me."

PJ turned to Goofy and smiled, nodding, and said, "Thanks for that, Mr. G. I mean that sincerely."

"It's so helpful when they say so," Joy said, and the other emotions nodded.

"I guess my work here is done," Sadness said, moving out of the way of his superior.

A yellow and blue memory was formed.

Goofy wandered back up the beach and ran into Peg. "Gawrsh," he said, "Is it lunchtime already?"

"Yes. Would you like some?" Peg asked, handing Goofy a sandwich.

"Disgust?" Joy asked.

"Yeah, of course we do. Waive it through," Disgust said, without paying much attention to what he was doing.

"Of course I would!" Goofy said, and then he began to eat his sandwich. He didn't notice when a crab snuck on top of it.

"Oh crap!" Fear said, "I didn't notice until it was too late and now…" He slapped his forehead and frowned.

"Yeowch!" Goofy said, when he found the crab connecting to his nose. He pulled the small crustacean off and threw it into the sea.

"Oh, Goofy… you really are something special," Peg said, smiling and laughing.

"Well, the way I see it, she's happy, so she must mean that as a compliment," Joy said. "But what do you guys think?"

"Your judgment is always perfect, Joy," the other emotions said in unison.

A yellow memory was formed.

Suddenly Joy noticed the lightbulb was still in the keyhole. "Oops, you know we totally forgot to play in the sand!"

Goofy grabbed a pail and a shovel, and walked over to find Pistol playing. "Mr. G! Mr. G! Just in time to be buried in the sand!"

"Be buried in the sand?" Fear asked. "Is that dangerous?"

"No, of course not," Joy said. "It's just sand."

"Well, okay then," Fear said, "You do know best."

Pistol buried Goofy in the sand up to his neck. It was time to go home, and Pistol left Goofy to lie in the sand. "Pistol?" Goofy asked.

"Uh-oh," Fear said, "We're being abandoned."

"Time to get involved," Anger said, as he briefly took the helm.

"Pistol!" Goofy said in a stern but friendly voice.

Pistol went back and dug Goofy up, sheepishly grinning. "Sorry, Mr. G!" she said.

"Oh, that's okay, Pistol," Goofy said.

A yellow memory was formed.