Inside Max'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.
"What the heck is that?" Disgust asked his co-leads, Joy and Anger.
"Whatever it is, it's your jurisdiction," Anger said, throwing his hands up.
"Well, it was kinda funny, though," Joy said.
"Wow, Dad! That was a great start!" Max said, rolling his eyes.
"I know," Goofy said, and then he began to laugh.
"And again, I don't know why I bother doing anything around Dad," Disgust said.
A green memory was formed.
"Come on, Maxie, we better set up our pic-a-nic basket," Goofy said.
"Yeah, we can do that later! I'm going to go in the water with Peej!" Max said, leaving Goofy.
Max found PJ waiting by the waves. "Oh, Max!" PJ said, "I've been waiting for you. Let's go run from the waves."
"I've got this, boys," Joy said, shoving his co-leads to the side.
"Yeah!" Max shouted. They began to wade deeper into the water until Max decided to wade above his head.
"Max! Don't go out that far! It's dangerous!" PJ said.
"Fear!" Disgust screamed, "PJ IS TALKING AGAIN!"
"Huh?" Fear asked, waking up groggy from his endless nap. "What'd I miss?"
"You missed what PJ said again!" Disgust said, "It's like you're always sleeping when spoken to…"
"Well, I like sleeping," Fear said, "Nothing can hurt me while I sleep." Fear went back to sleep, causing both Disgust and Anger to roll their eyes.
"I know what I'm doing, PJ!" Max responded, until he started flailing around.
"Uh…" Fear said, groggy, "OH NO! REAL AND PRESENT DANGER!"
"Max!" PJ shouted and then swam out and pulled Max out of the water. "That was a close one. I swear, Max, you really should trust my track record by now."
"Oh, great going, Fear!" Anger said, "Now he's berating us for being reckless again. This wouldn't happen if you weren't always sleeping."
"Guys?" Sadness said, "Maybe I should drive. I think we really worried the kid." The others stood out of his way.
Max said, "Aww, I'm sorry, Peej."
"It's okay, Max," PJ said.
A yellow and purple memory was formed.
"I'm gonna go help your mom!" Max said and headed over to the picnic blanket.
Joy was at the helm.
"Hey, Mrs. P!" Max said, "Need any help?"
"No, Max," Peg responded sweetly. "But I hear that Pistol is bored. You could go play with her."
Disgust and Anger said in unison, "Pistol?"
Disgust said, "I don't think that we'd be caught dead playing with a four year old."
Anger said, "Why can't PJ do it? He's her brother, not us!"
Joy said, "Maybe Pistol wants to do something really fun."
Disgust said, "Yeah, right."
A green memory was formed.
Max found Pistol chasing a sand flea with a stick. "Um, Pistol, do you want to play?" Max asked.
"Yeah!" Pistol squealed and jumped into Max's arms. "Let's go build a sand-castle!"
"Okay," Max said, picking up some buckets and taking Pistol near the shore.
Joy was leading as Max built the castle. "Ah, nothing like temporal art."
"Wait for it," Disgust said.
The waves washed away the castle and Pistol started to cry.
Sadness wanted to walk up to the helm, but Joy blocked him off.
"Aww, Pistol," Max said, "Cheer up! The castle was going to be washed away anyway."
Pistol said, sniffling, "Yeah, but did it have to happen right away?"
"Well, we could have built it further away," Max said, "But it couldn't be that sturdy that way."
"Aww," Pistol said, frowning, walking away with her shovel.
A yellow memory was formed.
"What the heck are you doing to my sweet innocent angel of a child?" Pete screamed.
"Uh-oh, Mr. P is angry. What do we do?" Fear asked.
"Now you're awake. Perfect," Disgust said.
"Maybe we should joke," Joy said.
"I'm not doing anything to PJ," Max said, laughing. "Not that you'd care."
"That's not who I meant and you know it!" Pete shouted, glowering at Max, "What are you doing to make Pistol cry!?"
"That didn't work at all," Joy said, "Now he's even madder."
"Well…" Anger said, "I say we fight fire with fire."
"For your information, Mr. P," Max said, "Pistol is sad because her sand castle got washed down, not that you have any leg to stand on to yell at people for being mean to your kids."
"Well, for your information, Max Goof," Pete responded, "No one cares about your opinion and I am better than you in every way."
"What did he say?" Anger responded. "Let's get him!"
"Pete you are the biggest, fattest, ugliest jerk in the history of humanity!" Max said.
"I know you are but what am I?" Pete retorted.
Anger went for the controls again. Disgust put his hand over Anger's and pulled it off. "No," he said, "We need to be smooth. Prove we're better than him by keeping our cool."
"I think someone forgot whose lines were whose," Max said in complete deadpan.
Pete simmered a bit and then walked away.
"Good job, everyone," Joy said, "We sure told off that sorry excuse for a neighbor."
A yellow memory was formed.