Throughout the movie, Riley's emotions worked the console in concert with the picture on the screen in front of the vision screen. The flurry of adjustments to the levers, knobs, and switches increased as Riley became more engrossed in the movie and the storyline; coincidentally, the emotions also ran out of snacks one by one, and the order of causation shall be left to the esteemed Reader to infer. In whatever case, each emotion had his (or her) moments to shine: Joy at the introduction of the lightsaber and escape from the Death star, Disgust at the garbage compactor, Anger at the dogfights and trading blaster-fire, Fear at the first glimpse of the Death Star; then there was Sadness, who so far had the most powerful moments at the destruction of Alderaan and deaths of Obi-Wan, Aunt Beru, and Uncle Owen. Now the climax approached, and with all the popcorn gone, memories of many mixes were lining up on the shelves.

"Several fighters have broken off from the main group; come with me."

Fear held on to his composure, but just barely. His hands were shaking though, subtly the tension Riley felt. Sadness twisted knobs, reacting almost in tandem with Anger whenever a Rebel fighter was shot down, occasionally loosing a whimper. Meanwhile, Joy and Disgust admired the visual effects, Joy occasionally reacting when a TIE exploded. Then Luke began his attack run.

"Rebel base one minute and closing."

Fear began to chew his nails and curl up in his seat as the X-wing POV dipped into the trench. Disgust rolled her eyes slightly, but said nothing. She knew it would end well, but would not be guilty of messing up a well-executed scene; John Wiliams' score may have done some of the persuading to that end.

"I'm on the leader."

Fear was now curled all the way in the fetal position, though still balanced on his chair. The wingman was blown out of the sky, and suddenly it was only Luke in the trench with Darth Vader and the Imperial wingmen. The music turned staccato, the two pilots adjusted their targeting computers. Then,

"Use the Force, Luke. Let go."

The emotions gasped. They did remember Kenobi's voice appearing twice before, but had assumed it was just some artistic memory of Luke's or something. Now, in the heat of moment, it was suggesting they all understood thoroughly out of line for a good pilot. Luke switched off his targeting computer; he believed Ben's voice. Then, disaster struck: R2 was shot dead, and the Rebel tactical display showed the Death Star in firing position. Finally, the Death Star technicians began to fire up the main cannon, and Vader had Luke perfectly in his cross-hairs.
Disgust was no longer as sure about the happy ending. Fear covered his eyes.

"What!"

Out of nowhere, one of Vader's wingmen took fire and exploded! Fear peeked out to see the camera pan up to show the Millennium Falcon, and Joy led the emotions in a small cheer. Vader and the other TIE were thrown off course. The jubilation quickly quieted; Luke still needed to do his part. The proton torpedoes sailed into the exhaust port (making, as Disgust noted, a weird turn to enter the little hole), and the Rebel starfighters withdrew, even as the Imperial technicians continued the firing sequence. Was it soon enough to save the base?
As it turned out, yes. The Death Star exploded brilliantly, and Joy led another, more substantial cheer.

"Remember: the Force will be with you. Always."

Saddness added a quick button press in memory of Ben, and for the fact that Vader escaped. Finally, a fanfare began to play, as the sort of epilogue award scene played. Since there was no dialogue, the emotions began to comment and collect their garbage.
"Woohoo! That was great!" Joy opened, of course.
"Yeah! Plenty of sci-fi action for everyone! And you said it was a classic," Anger couldn't help but try to bait Disgust or Fear into a reaction.
"It really had good depth; they weren't afraid to drive home the conflict." Sadness sniffled, eyes misty, but sporting a little grin nonetheless. "Alderaan, Ben, and-"
"Artoo!" Joy squealed, as the little droid appeared, fully repaired.
"And all that tension; I was wound tighter than a, a uh, really tight spring." Fear was still a little frazzled from the suspense, and could be forgiven for not having a good analogy at hand. Disgust merely rolled her eyes, though even she had to admit it was a good film. Just not out loud. The credits rolled and the emotions began to toss their garbage and clean up the little spots of butter from the console. Joy, buoyed up by the music, quickly dialed up a huge grin for Riley.

As the credits rolled, the humans began to do the same: standing, stretching, and Mom collected the popcorn bowls. They weren't manipulating consoles, of course.
"Well Riley, what did you think?" Dad asked.
"It was the best!" Riley replied immediately. "The space battles, and the characters, especially Leia!"
"Yeah, Leia is certainly better than most Disney Princesses." Dad agreed.
Riley's Anger did a double take. "Wait, Leia's a Disney Princess!?"
Riley herself was also baffled. "She's a Disney Princess?" she said, with less force than the aforementioned emotion.
"Well, sort of, you see..." Dad launched into an explanation of Lucasfilm being bought by Disney. Mom simply laughed as she re-entered the room, and hugged Riley. Joy and Disgust gave Riley enough intrigue to pay attention, though Anger had already lost interest, mumbling about technicalities.
"So, will you be interested in the next one?" Mom asked.
"There are more!?" Joy exclaimed.
"Absolutely!" Riley said, inadvertently answering both her mother and the rhetorical question posed by her emotion.
"Well, you best get on your homework then. We can watch Empire tomorrow evening if you get it done," Dad tousled Riley's hair. Joy was glad they would be seeing it soon enough, though Sadness added a twinge for the wait time.
"Aw, but Dad-"
"No buts about it, young lady. Now then, it's time for you to get to bed. You'll have to finish that math sheet after practice tomorrow," Mom insisted.
Anger grumbled slightly, but kept his complaints to himself. No need to ruin his chances of seeing more space battles.

After going about Riley's nightly routine and getting comfortable in bed - well, the sleeping bag on the ground which served as sleeping arrangements until the moving truck arrived - the final Train of thought left HQ. Riley closed her eyes, and the sleep cycle began.
Joy had dream duty tonight, but saw the others to bed. Ever since the Incident, she took great pains to be mindful of her teammates. "Good night Anger! Good night Fear! Don't let the bedbugs bite!"
Fear laughed only somewhat nervously, and Anger replied "I'll squash any that do!"
"Goodnight Disgust!"
"Yeah, you too," Disgust said flatly.
"Goodnight- Sadness? Why aren't you heading to bed?"
The short, blue emotion was standing by the large windows overlooking the Personality Islands and Long Term Memory.
"Oh, I saw that they're renovating one of the islands. Come look, if you want," Sadness halfheartedly gestured Joy to join her. Joy quickly triggered the day's memories to proceed to Long-Term, before going to the windows. She immediately saw the cloud of dust coming from the Tragic Vampire Island, so named for the, well, tragic vampire theme. Most Personality Islands were named from a combination of their appearance and the core memory which spawned them; occasionally, islands changed to better reflect their true purpose, requiring a name change as well. For example, Friendship Island was originally called Meg Island. Tragic Vampire Island was Sadness' favorite, in large part because the 'tragic' portion spoke to her, as most catharsis and tragedy was her best way to get to influence Riley without affecting, and sometimes with improving, her general happiness. As such, the fact that even a small section had been bulldozed, with Obi-Wan Kenobi, R2-D2, Leia, and Luke statues going up in the previously tragic spot with a little starfighter amusement ride was somewhat disappointing. Joy tried her best to sympathize, even if she was still secretly a little selfishly glad that the saddest island was a little happier.
"Oh, I'm sorry Sadness. I know you really liked that. But, hey, now it's more like a 'Fiction Island' island than just Vampires. Think of the possibilities!"
Joy got about half-way there; she really was trying. Sadness still drooped a little lower, as the workers below began to test the ride. Then Joy got an idea.
"Oh! I know what will cheer you up, er, figuratively speaking," Joy stumbled, but Sadness looked up with a little hope. She gave Joy the benefit of the doubt; usually she had good ideas, if she wasn't always the most tactful. Joy, feeling encouraged, continued, "We could encourage Riley to check out some new tragic novels from the library! Maybe one of those Series of Unfortunate Events books. I hear they're pretty good!" She smiled radiantly, and Sadness couldn't help but be encouraged. Besides, they had run out of vampire books.
"Okay, thanks Joy." Not the most enthusiastic, but Joy would take it.
Joy nudged the other emotion toward the sleeping quarters. "No problem, that's what I'm here for! Go ahead and rest. Remember, we need to be up bright and early for Hockey practice!"
Once Sadness was in the bedroom, Joy settled down in front of the large console at her usual spot. She didn't have to wait long for the Dream Productions Original to come up on screen: it seemed to be an X-Wing flight simulation inside Riley's school, and Vader had the 'cool' kids as wingmen.
"They come up with the weirdest things down there," Joy thought. "Ah well; it's been a good day." She got comfortable for the night, ready to enjoy whatever hijinks the crew would throw in, and let her own thoughts roam.

She had one little epiphany before the dream began to get interesting: "I wonder if there are any Star Wars books we could get."