Paris Van Dyke

[as Riley lies in her sleeping bag, a truck loudly drive by outside. The headlights can be seen shining through the room. Riley hides under the sleeping bag in fear]

Fear: What was that? Was it a bear? It's a bear!

Disgust: There are no bears in San Francisco!

Anger: I saw a really hairy guy. He looked like a bear.

Fear: Oh, I'm so jumpy, my nerves are shot!

Disgust: Ew, I don't want to hear about your nerves!

Anger: I'll tell you what it is. This move has been a bust.

Fear: That's what I've been telling you guys! There are at least 37 things for Riley to be scared of right now!

Disgust: The smell alone is enough to make her gag.

Anger: I can't believe Mom and Dad moved us here!

Joy: Look, I get it. You guys have concerns. But we've been through worse! Tell you what: let's make a list of all the things Riley should be HAPPY about!

Anger: Fine. Let's see... this house stinks, our room stinks...

Disgust: Pizza is weird here...

Sadness: Our friends are back home...

Fear: And all of our stuff is in the missing van!

Joy: Oh c'mon, it could be worse...

Disgust: Yeah, Joy. We could be lying on the dirty floor. In a bag.

Joy: Okay, I admit it, we had a rough start. But think of all the good things that...

Anger: No, Joy. There's absolutely no reason for Riley to be happy right now. Let us handle this.

Fear: I say we skip school tomorrow and lock ourselves in the bedroom.

Disgust: We have no clean clothes. I mean, no one should see us.

Sadness: Yeah, we could cry until we can't breathe.

Anger: We should lock the door and scream that curse word we know. It's a good one!