Hey there guys! Wow! Two updates in twenty four hours? What could this mean? Well, two of two things - one, we're incredibly bored and two, we're finished for the summer. Unlike last year, we ain't goin' back to college because we are off to university. We were meant to go last year, but we kinda fudged up in the sense that we were on a two year college course which we started in 2013. We fudged up waaay before then in 2012, when we chose the wrong college. There has been nowt on our agenda apart from Breaking Bad. Also shout out to Korrasami 88! I *Georgia* have started to watch Avatar Legend of Aang and I've got one question; wanna go penguin sledding? Peace Out! TG101 :-D x

"Are you really sure this is a good idea?" the moustached Fear asked to the other emotions, who were as usual, occupied watching sports.

"Yeah, why not? She's old enough," Joy responded, still concentrating on the game. "Sides, it'll teach responsibility and all the other stuff parents go on about to their kids this age."

"Yeah, but think of what would happen to the house, pee stains, poop everywhere, the tv cords will be ruined..." Fear went on only to be distracted by Anger who was shouting about how "THAT GOAL WAS A FOUL! YOU WOULD HAVE SEEN IT IF YOU HAD EYES YOU STUPID..."

"You're thinking too hard!" Disgust drawled lazily as he burped and scratched himself."Here, have a beer and relax okay? We'll talk about it later." he added, chucking a can over in Fear's direction.

"Can I, dad? Please?" Riley asked, practically on her knees by this point. "I'll take care of it and change it's newspapers and walk it and feed it! It's not gonna be like the goldfish I had when I was seven!"

"Sadness, we need a few tears!" Joy instructed, pointing to her. "Just enough to make 'em shine!" As Sadness stepped onto the control panel, she allowed a few tears to spill down Riley's cheeks.

"Hmm,well...we'll have to talk to mom about it but, I honestly don't see why not." her Dad smiled, leaning against the doorframe as he chewed on a yoghurt thoughtfully.

"Yeah!" Riley cheered, jumping up. "Thanks, Dad!" she grinned, giving him a massive hug, making her Dad laugh and ruffle her hair.

"Ew, what is this place?" Disgust asked as they stepped through the door. "It's hot, it's yucky, and it also stinks."

"Well yeah, it is a rescue centre. It kinda goes without saying," Anger snapped, a small flame rising from his head.

"Now, are you sure you can handle this? Owning a dog is a big responsibility," Riley's mother asked, kneeling down to her daughter's level, making Fear jump in surprise.

"Don't do that!" he squeaked, leaning on the control panel. "Seriously! Do you want us to be killed?!"

"I'm sure, mom," Riley smiled, shrugging her hands off. "Really! Can I go see the dogs now?" she asked, almost jumping with impatience.

Her mom laughed "Alright, Monkey!"

Looking through the many cages, the emotions were on high alert as Riley looked for her new pet. There were all types of dogs, puppies, oldies, dogs with long hair, dogs with short hair, dogs with three legs, one with one eye. There was even a dog who Anger described as "a shivering rat."

"Ooh! What about this one?" Joy asked, making Riley stop outside a kennel where there lay a bull mastiff who had the name "Hercules". Looking up at her mother who shook her head, Riley went on to the next kennels.

"Hercules was a sad movie...remember when Meg died?" Sadness said, crying at the memory of the movie.

"Um I think that dog is a little big! Y'know it could eat us? And dog faeces contains a lot of harmful bacteria." Fear reminded

"Remember, we need one who's fairly low maintenance!" Riley's mom reminded, catching up with her daughter, who had stopped outside a kennel where there was a puppy who was yapping fearlessly, chewing Riley's fingers with interest.

"Hey!" Riley laughed, pulling away her fingers. "Stop that!"

"Hi there! My name is Ralphie and I am a border terrier. I'm here because I was an accident and my owners couldn't afford to keep me and my mom," the older woman read, adjusting her glasses slightly.

"I don't know about you guys, but I think he's a keeper," Joy muttered, smiling as a glow went down the tube and occupied a space where the core memories were stored. "A core memory!"

The emotions pressed against the glass and cheered as a new bit of mind-land appeared, this one being in the shape of a bone with an array of animal noises emitting from the speaker.

"Ooh! Pet Island!" Joy cheered, making Disgust scoff.

"I just pray that I never have to go there," was all she had to say, flicking her hair.

1 week later

"Ralphie! Get back here!" Riley laughed, chasing the puppy throughout downstairs. "My sneaker is not a play thing! Come back here!"

Ralphie growled playfully, yelping as Riley caught him. "Gotcha! Come on, it's bath time! Mom says I'm allowed to use the sink, but as long as we don't get water all over the kitchen. Then you're going to stay out of trouble, alright?"

"Alright! Bath time!" Joy said inside Riley's head. "Aww! Ralphie looks so cute!"

"Apart from when he pees everywhere," Disgust choked, shuddering "He's ruined two pairs of sneakers that way!"

"You do have a point there," Joy agreed over her shoulder as she manned the controls.

Even she couldn't keep her cool constantly and was annoyed when Riley uncovered a urine soaked converse the other day. On one hand it was one of her favourites, but Joy had managed to look on the bright side of things and made Riley give it to her mother to wash. In Disgust's opinion, they were in need of a clean anyway, so it was a blessing in disguise.

Putting the plug in, Riley placed the young dog into the sink, much to his bewilderment. He whimpered unsurely, looking up at his owner.

"It's okay, boy! Nothing to be afraid of!" Riley reassured, scratching the place she knew where he liked it. "Okay what did mom say? Use some of the shampoo..."

As the water turned on Ralphie yelped in surprise, in his dog mind, his fear going absolutely crazy, barking in alarm.

"Ralphie, hold still!" Riley grunted, trying to keep a hold of him. "I know it's not easy for you, but when you live in San Francisco, you need to get used to a little thing called water."

"Everything okay in there?" her dad shouted from the living room, not taking his eyes off the television. "You sure you don't need a hand?"

"I'm fine, dad!" Riley shouted back, her voice strained. "Keep...still, you little shit!"

As that came out of her mouth, the emotions glared at Anger, who didn't seem to care less. "What?" he laughed, his hand still on the handle. "That wasn't me!"

"Dollar in the swear jar, please," Riley's dad instructed as he entered the kitchen, indicating to the large glass jar that was kept on the counter top. "Look you need help with Ralphie, I'll keep a hold of him, you grab a towel okay, monkey?"

Riley nodded, heading the airing cupboard to grab an old towel for Ralphie, who was starting to enjoy his bath, now that his fear didn't perceive the water to be a threat.

"Here you go," her dad mumbled, fishing the border terrier out of the sink. As soon as he was placed on the ground, he sought freedom, running outside and rolling over in the mud.

"Can I say that curse word again?"