Not wasting any time, the scene cut to Joy and Sadness being sucked through the pipes that led all throughout Riley's mind. Barely clutching on to the golden core memories, Joy rounded a corner in time to see the newly-formed sad one get shot down a separate tube. Continuing to tumble, she managed to catch glimpses of the Personality Islands, stuck in colorless ruin.

"Hey!" the film geek's Joy said, "Doesn't this make you think of Portal 2, guys?" He reached to recall the memory but stopped after all the others protested, not wanting to miss anything up on screen. "Fine, but it does remind me of Portal 2."

"Hey, yeah..." Disgust said, "Flying through the tubes, there are orbs that got taken from the main room (like the personality cores), and a blue core just got sucked down a separate pipe... and a control freak who is no longer in charge and is now falling from the main room above after disaster has struck."

'Whoa, the resemblance is uncanny...' Joy thought, completely missing that last jab his green coworker had thrown at Riley's Joy.

"I wonder," Fear said, "I wonder if each of those cores is going to wind up lost on an Island of Personality, and they have to do a sort of quest to find them, like in a video game-"

Just then, her question was answered with a "no" as Joy and Sadness came tumbling out of the pipe and landing in a bin full of memory cores.

"Ouch!" the real Sadness exclaimed, rubbing his head, "I felt that!"

"Oh- Oh no!" Fear was momentarily panicked, "how are- how are they gonna find the orbs? They're all mixed in the pile! They... oh. Duh. They're brighter. False alarm."

"Oh no!" Joy exclaimed as she reached for the brightly glowing orbs, adding "okay," after she'd found them all. She got out of the bin, looked around, and her relief quickly faded. "Where are we?"

"We're in Long-Term Memory," Sadness explained, sliding out as well.

"Long-Term Memory?"

"Guys, this is wrong," Fear said.

"Actually," Anger corrected, "It looks about right. As far as I've seen, anyway. We don't exactly have the free time to head down to Long-Term and take a vacation, now, do we?"

"But that's just it!" Fear shouted, limp limbs gesturing at the screen, "Disney knows some stuff they should not know! I'm genuinely freaked out by this, okay?" No response from any of the others. "What? Am I the only one here who sees that-"

"No," Disgust pointed out with a shrug, "But what can we do about it? We're pretty much helpless- shoot! I mean- Uh... Bad choice of words!" Fear had already curled up in a fetal position, though, rocking back and forth in her chair, lower lip bit and bulging eyes staring through the screen ahead. Sadness snapped his fingers in front of her face a few times, but she didn't respond.

"Uh... but the bright side," Joy suggested, "Is that at least we probably won't need Fear's assistance for the rest of this movie, right? Come on, how scary could it be?"

"Thanks, Joy," Disgust said flatly.

"You're welcome."

"I was being sarcastic."

"Oh."

Up on-screen, the film continued on.

"Oh, this is bad..." Sadness panicked, stating the obvious. "Riley has no core memories, no Personality Islands, and no-" she froze, gasping.

"What?" Joy said with worry, "What is it?"

"You! You're not in Headquarters! Without you there, Riley can't be happy!"

'Well, that is a problem,' Anger thought to herself, 'But maybe some time-out is just what Joy needs. I swear, if she doesn't learn a lesson from this debacle...' she clenched her knuckles slightly. Not like it would affect anything.

"We've gotta get you back up there," Riley's Sadness declared.

"I'm coming, Riley..." said Joy as the two raced towards the nearest island, in hopes of reaching HQ before anything bad could happen.

Meanwhile, her family was at dinner, eating some Chinese takeout.

"Oh! I remember this from the trailer!" the real Joy said.

"Don't you dare pull up another memory!" Anger spouted off.

"Okay."

'Ew,' the real Disgust thought, 'Chinese food.' Unless it was sweet-and-sour chicken, the film geek wasn't exactly a fan of that cuisine.

"So as it turns out, the green bins are not for recycle and are actually for compost. Who knew?"

Disgust scoffed to himself, muttering something about hippies.

Inside Riley's head, the three remaining emotions were coping about as well as could be expected from them.

"Riley is acting so weird," Disgust said, "Why is she acting so weird?"

"What do you expect?" Anger shot back, "All the islands are down!"

"Joy would know what to do," Disgust thought.

Fear brightened up at that. "That's it!" he said, "Until she gets back, we just do what Joy would do!"

"Good idea!" Disgust spat, "Anger, Fear, Disgust... how are we supposed to be happy?"

Before there could be a response, the emotions were summoned to the control panel by the voice of Riley's mom. "Hey, Riley! I found out that they have a Junior Hockey League, right here, in San Francisco! And get this: tryouts are tomorrow!"

"Okay," Disgust said, "do something."

Fear stuttered around, trying to think of what to do. "Okay, I just- Uh- The- This- Here! You pretend to be Joy." In one motion, he and Disgust switched spots, and the green feeling was standing right at the console's front.

"Oh boy," the real Disgust said, "this is not going to go over well."

"No lie," Joy added.

"Isn't that great?" Riley's Mom continued, "You can finally start playing Hockey again!"

With a disgusted flick of the switch, Riley's green emotion made her move. "Oh, yeah," Riley said venomously, "that sounds fantastic."

"What was that?" Fear panicked, "That wasn't anything like Joy!"

The film geek laughed.

"Uh... because I'm not Joy?"

"Yeah, no kidding."

Riley's mom gave a puzzled look, and the camera zoomed in straight to her HQ. The film geek's emotions visibly relaxed at the sight of some semblance of order. His Fear even came out of her catatonic state and stopped rocking in the chair.

"Did you guys pick up on that?" the mother's Sadness (who was the leader) asked. The response was quick.

"Uhuh."

"Yep."

"Sure did - something's wrong."

"Should we ask her?" her Anger suggested.

The film geek chuckled again. The Mrs. Anderson's Anger had a voice that sounded funny, but - at the same time - was appropriate for her character.

"Let's probe," Sadness replied, "but keep it subtle, so she doesn't notice." Joy carried out the command.

"So... Riley," her Mom asked, "how was school today?"

Disgust nodded his head, noting the consistency between Joy pressing the lever and the mom's happy demeanor when asking the question. Not that it made much of a difference to the plot, but as the old saying goes: "The Devil is in the details," and little details like that help make a film that much better... in his opinion, at least.

Riley's emotions weren't fooled. "She's probing us!"

"I'm done!" Disgust threw her hands up and stepped away from the console. "You pretend to be Joy!"

Fear timidly stepped up to the plate. "Uh... okay, uh... Hmm." With all the confidence of a kindergartner at a diving board, he pressed a button.

Riley responded in kind. "It was fine, I guess... I dunno."

"Good job," Disgust chided, "that was just like Joy."

Sadness couldn't help but laugh at Riley's Fear as his trembling eyes watered up. And, yet again, Disgust smirked, thinking, 'Wow. Poor guy couldn't have failed harder if he'd tried.'

Mrs. Anderson's Anger, clearly the detective of the group, noted that "Something is definitely going on!"

"She's never acted like this before," her Joy said, voice full of concern, "What should we do?"

"Alright, we're gonna find out what's happening," Sadness said, "But we're gonna need some support. Signal the Husband."

"Ahem," Riley's mom coughed, trying to catch her spouse's attention. His mind was clearly somewhere else. She tried again. "Ahem!"

The camera zoomed right into the dad's head, where his emotions were busy enjoying the memory of a football game, hooting and hollering as a touchdown was scored.

"Ugh," the real Disgust said, "Stereotypical. If this guy turns out to be another one of Hollywood's 'bumbling dads,' I might just throw up."

"Okay," Joy said suddenly, "would it kill you to enjoy a movie for once? I - for one - am having a great time, and I'm sure the others would agree!"

Nobody mentioned anything. Disgust scowled, but let Joy's barb bounce off. Now was not the time for a drawn out debate.

Mr. Anderson's Anger suddenly noticed something up on screen. "Uh-oh. She's looking at us." Quickly, he shut the memory down and they all focused on Mrs. Anderson's concerned face. "What'd she say?" he asked.

"Wha?" Fear jumped, then - saluting - said, "Oh! Uh, sorry, sir. No one was listening."

Anger tried coming up with an idea, a guess, anything to figure out what Riley's mom was concerned about. "Is it garbage night? Uh... we left the toilet seat up! What? What is it, woman? What?!"

The film geek's Joy accidentally spat soda everywhere as he laughed. "Nasty!" Disgust exclaimed, shrinking away from the spray. Then, looking down at the mess, he groaned and stood up, heading out to get some towels. "I'll be back," he said.

Meanwhile, in Riley's Mom's head, the emotions weren't exactly happy with her husband's clueless look. "He's making that face again."

"I could strangle him right now!" her Anger spouted off.

Joy managed to hold in his drink this time.

"Signal him again," her Sadness calmly instructed.

Disgust came walking back in, napkins in hand. He began wiping up Joy's spilled soda mess, declining any offer for help.

Mrs. Anderson pointed her eyes briefly at Riley, and her husband brightened up, suddenly realizing what she was getting at. "Oh! So... Riley," he said with a smile, "how was school?"

Riley's Mom's emotions were running out of patience, all groaning and muttering at how Mr. Anderson didn't seem to be getting it. "For this, we gave up that Brazillian helicopter pilot?"

Disgust accidentally nudged a button this time, not hard enough for him nor any of the others to notice, and the film geek thought to himself, 'Hey... that line was said with a different inflection in the trailer... huh.'

Riley's Anger stepped up to the plate. "Move," he said, shoving Fear aside, "I'll be Joy!"

"Uh-oh," the real Fear said, cringing."

"School was great, alright?" Riley hissed through gritted teeth.

More concern only came from her Mother. "Riley, is everything okay?"

"Wow," the real Anger reacted, "Her mom is really in control here. I'd have given Riley some stern words for her tone by now!"

But Riley rolled here eyes in disgust, and her father picked right up on it. "Sir, she just rolled her eyes at us," his Fear reported.

"What is her deal?" Anger squinted, scratching his chin in confusion. Settling on an idea, he leaned back, "Alright, make a show of force. I don't wanna have to put the foot down."

"No..." Fear quivered, "not the foot!"

'Oh,' the film geek thought as a smile creased his face, 'This joke. Heh, I remember it from the trailer...'

"Riley," her father warned, "I do not like this new attitude."

"Oh, I'll show you 'attitude,' old man," Riley's Anger gritted. Fear tried to reel him in.

"No no no! Stay happy-" pow! Anger punched him away, then seized control.

"What is your problem?" Riley shouted, "Just leave me alone!"

"Oooh..." the real Anger said.

"She-she's been through a lot..." Sadness suggested.

"I know," Anger replied, "But ohhh boy, that tone is really gonna... rghh!" she simply gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

"Sir, reporting high levels of sass!" Mr. Anderson's Fear announced.

"Take it to defcon 2!" Anger said. Red sirens began blaring in the back.

"You heard that, gentlemen: defcon 2!" All the emotions began preparing for it...

"Oh, man..." Fear said.

"This isn't gonna be good," Sadness added.

'We've already watched the trailer,' Disgust thought to himself.

"Listen, young lady, I don't know where this disrespectful came from..."

"You want a piece of this, pops?" Anger spouted, loosening his tie (a gesture that made Joy snicker again) "Come and get it!"

"Yeah," Riley said, grasping for a comeback, "well- well..."

"Here it comes!" Her dad's Anger commanded, "Prepare the foot!"

"Keys to safety position!" Fear said. All the emotions brought out emergency keys and readied them, "Ready to launch on your command, sir!"

"Haheheh," Sadness chuckled, his pudgy belly shaking with him, "It's just like a nuclear launch facility! Hah! Ha... heh."

"Just shut up!" Riley's Anger made her shout.

"Oh no she didn't!" the real Anger yelled.

"Fire!" the father's Anger said.

Then it all came to a sudden halt, very much as if a bomb had gone off. "That's it!" Mr. Anderson said, "Go to your room! Now!" Riley shoved the table back and marched straight up the stairs.

Inside, Riley's dad's emotions were celebrating what they felt was a success. "The foot is down!" Fear exclaimed, "The foot is down."

"Good job, gentlemen," Anger said as he relaxed in his seat, "That could've been a disaster."

The scene immediately cut to Riley's Mom's emotions, all staring flatly at the screen in utter disappointment.

The film geek's Joy burst into a fit of laughter, joined by Sadness, Fear, and Anger. Disgust even let a single, "Heh," escape himself as he finished wiping the console.

"Well, that was a disaster," Mrs. Anderson's Sadness said.

...and Disgusts's smile faded. He almost said something about how the joke was perfect before Sadness spoke, but didn't, not wanting to go through the annoyed looks of Joy yet again. With a jerk of his hand, he wiped off the last of the soda and chucked the dirty paper towels into the nearby trash bin.

"Come, fly with me, gatinha..."

He was glad nobody could see him roll his eyes as he walked across the room. By the time he sat back down in his seat, the scene had changed: Riley's Joy and Sadness were on the edge of goofball island, facing the long, narrow support leading to headquarters.

"You're going out there?" Sadness timidly asked as Joy took a step closer to it.

"It's the quickest way back."

"Oh, please no!" Fear said, "Find some help! Look for others! Anything but walking across what was definitely not meant to be a bridge!"

"But its right over the memory dump!" Riley's Sadness exclaimed, "If you fall down there, you'll be forgotten forever!"

Fear quickly tapped the 'Eyes Widen' button and began trembling.

"We've gotta do this for Riley," Joy explained (the real Disgust thought it sounded a tad bit insincere, and looked at the screen with narrowed, suspicious eyes), "Now, just follow my lead..." With that, she took a step out onto the edge, trying to cross the support's silky smooth surface.

Fear looked like she would begin hyperventilating again. Wincing, stuttering, twitching, she looked like she was on the brink of shouting, "Stop! No! That is literally the worst idea you could have!" Her trembling hands were hovering close to all sorts of buttons on the console.

Then Joy slipped and hit the "bridge" hard, landing between her legs and barely clinging to the memories.

"Just find another way!" Anger shouted.

"Y-Y-Yeah!" Fear concurred, pointing at her red peer, "Like she said!"

Sadness was cringing in pain. "Aaah! That had to hurt!"

"Uh, I think," Joy said, "I think that was the sound of the orbs hitting the support, not-"

But Sadness had already hit the 'cringe' button, and the film geek winced appropriately at the sight.

Back to Riley. she was curled up in her sleeping bag, looking miserable. Her father quietly entered. He sat down next to his daughter. "Hey Riley. So, things got a little tense down there at dinner. You wanna talk about it?"

No response, but he wasn't about to give up. "Hey, where's my little monkey?"

In Riley's head, her three remaining emotions looked visibly concerned. "Uh-oh." Anger said, "He's trying to start up 'Goofball.'" They scurried over to witness what would happen.

Every emotion watching tensed up, suddenly putting two and two together. "Uh..." Fear said.

A loud creak resonated, and then Joy froze in her tracks. In the background, Sadness - still not even daring to touch the support - looked up in concern.

Fear tensed up.

The support began crumbling away to dust.

"Ah- uh- Ah! Aaah!" Fear yelled, slamming the 'Nose Flare' button and seizing the lever labeled 'Hand Grip.' Outside, the Film geek had stopped eating his popcorn. Now, heart racing, he looked up at the screen as Joy and Sadness scrambled to flee the collapse of Goofball Island and keep the memories safe. His jaw tightened, his eyes widened, his nose flared out in a burst of air, and his fingers locked onto his armrests in a somewhat firm grip as he tensed up. Then, as soon as it had started, it was over. The Island vanished into the pits below.

Riley's father realized his monkey routine was getting nowhere. "I get it: you need some alone time..." he said, standing up, "but we'll talk later."

Back with the film geek's emotions, Anger slapped Fear, snapping her out of her locked up mode. She resumed breathing, heavily at first, then slowly wound down to normal speeds. "Oh my... Oh my gosh," she said.

A purple memory orb rolled in, nestling up against the second-newest green one. Joy looked confused, then shot a glance at Disgust.

"What?" Disgust said defensively, "Hey - before you make a judgement - it wasn't a bad thing I pointed out. While you guys were busy panicking, I noticed that Riley's dad was being a nice, loving father instead of the stereotypical idiot you see in most movies."

Silence.

"So I was disgusted at the stereotype, but happy with how it was averted."

Still no response.

Disgust slurped his soda.

On-screen, Riley's Sadness was being her usual self. "She lost Goofball Island! That means she could lose Friendship and Hockey and Honesty and Family..." she tensed up, looking more worried with each word. She looked up to Joy, both figuratively and literally, and said, "You can fix this, right?... Right Joy?"

"I... I don't know," Joy admitted. "But we have to try. Okay, come on." She moved to take a step, but the light far above powered down; it was nighttime inside.

"Riley's gone to sleep..." Joy said.

"Ooh..." Sadness shrunk back again.

"Aww," the real Joy and Sadness said in unison.

Suddenly, Riley's Joy found the positive side of it, as she always seemed to do. "Which... is a good thing, when you think about it, because nothing else bad can happen while she's asleep!"

"Points for trying," Disgust said, chucking another mint in, "But just admit how the situation is, sis - you'll be better off for it."

"We'll be back to headquarters before she wakes up. We'll just go across..." she looked at the jagged cliff that led to the next Island over.

"We'll never make it, oh no..." Sadness moaned, beginning to collapse.

Joy acted immediately, not wanting her companion to drag the situation down even lower than it was, "Oh, no no nononono don't obsess over the weight of life's problems remember the funny movie where the dog dies-"

The film geek laughed hard at that, relieved to hear the other audience members laughing along with him (it's always awkward when you're the only one laughing at a joke).

"Oh, Sadness! We don't have time for this!" Looking up, Joy gazed into the maze of memories before her, "We'll just have to go around." With which words, she began marching, determined to find her way.

"No, Joy!" Sadness protested, "You'll get lost in there!"

"Think positive!" Joy shouted back.

"Okay, I'm positive you will get lost in there!" the blue emotion yelled back, "That's Long-Term Memory: an endless warren of corridors and hallways. I read about it in the manuals."

Joy brightened up at that. "The manuals! You read the manuals!"

"Yeah..."

"...so, you know the way back to headquarters!"

"I guess."

Joy giggled and danced around. "You are my map," she said, "Let's go! Lead on, 'my map!' Show me where we're goin'!"

Sadness tried standing up, looking a little more energized. "Okay! Only... I'm too sad to move..." she flopped back down before even getting off her back.

The film geek's emotions responded quickly to that, with Sadness saying, "Oh, poor thing..." and Joy busting his gut.

"I need to lie down. Just give me a few... hours?" Riley's Joy wasn't going to let that happen. She walked over, grabbed Sadness by her leg, and began pulling. "Oh!"

"Which way, left?" Joy asked.

"Right." Sadness replied, and Joy turned right. "No, no I mean go left. You said 'left,' so I said 'right' as in 'correct.'"

The real Joy made sure to swallow his soda this time before chuckling all over again. "Oh, man!" he said, "Where do they come up with this stuff? It's great!"

"This actually feels kinda nice..."

"Hahahahahah!" he giggled.

Joy marched on, determined to stay positive. "Okay, here we go! Back to headquarters before morning! We can do this - this'll be easy! This is working!"

"Ugh-" Disgust said, rolling his eyes again.

"What is it now?" Joy moaned.

"Those lines!" the green emotion gestured at the screen, "They're so forced!"

Joy glanced back and forth between the screen and Disgust's expression before saying, "I think that's what the writers were going for..."

"I know," Disgust said, patience running thin, "and they succeeded in annoying me. If that was their goal, then they're doing it right!"

"No need to be so sarcastic."

"Look, Joy, I wasn't, okay? I'm being completely honest with you! Now, are we gonna need to step out and talk about this?"

"Oh, lighten up, man."

Disgust almost spoke, hesitated, then closed his mouth. 'Don't,' he thought to himself, 'Don't respond. Don't say a word. Don't justify what you've done.'

"I'll-" he said, "Sorry about that, man."

'Don't give him the satisfaction of getting you angry...'

He offered an extended hand to Joy, who shook it with a slightly painful grip. Disgust rubbed that hand under the table after he let go.

'You're in charge here, and the others are watching, so lead by example!'

The green emotion simply smiled, fuming on the inside, and looked back up at the screen. He didn't hate Joy. But, man... there were times when the bubbly ball of happiness really got underneath his skin. Still, he had to be the bigger person. 'You did it,' he thought, 'You diffused the situation. No worries.'

In reality, it felt less like a shut-down bomb and more like one that failed to blow up.