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I'm not making any profit from this. It was a warm summer night in San Francisco. In a certain house a few miles away from the one she had recently moved into, Riley Anderson was enjoying a sleepover at a friend's house with three or four other girls. Once all the snacking, movie-watching, and pillow fights were all over, the girls fell asleep. Unbeknownst to Riley, inside her mind, her emotions were congratulating each other on another successful day. Inside Headquarters, Joy clapped her hands. Since Riley's having a sleepover, why don't we all have one, too? Disgust rolled her eyes. Uh, newsflash, Joy, that isn't gonna work, because we all live together already! Come on, everybody into my room for the greatest sleepover-party-fun-time-night you've ever had!

Eric Kohn. In either case, the idea is Mitchell has pushed a familiar genre in deeper directions. There are actually two sleepovers in question: A school-mandated freshman orientation sleepover taking place in the high school gym and a naughtier house party hosted by a girl none of the young protagonists know too well. The settings are merely backdrops that present a handful of teens whose experiences continuously weave together and break apart. Rounding out the events, the relentlessly eager Rob Marlon Morton roams the neighborhood, frantically searching of a hook-up. Most of these quests take the form of passing glances and suggestive lines. What his ensemble lacks in eloquence they make up in shrewd self-awareness. In his feature-length debut Michell shows his broad capacity for subtext, if not prolonged conversations. With nearly all the action taking place at night, the shadowy encounters become almost expressionistic and the narrative exists in a fully contained universe devoid of anyone above the age of In other words, the myth lives on.

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I'm not making any profit from this. It was a warm summer night in San Francisco. In a certain house a few miles away from the one she had recently moved into, Riley Anderson was enjoying a sleepover at a friend's house with three or four other girls. Once all the snacking, movie-watching, and pillow fights were all over, the girls fell asleep.

Unbeknownst to Riley, inside her mind, her emotions were congratulating each other on another successful day. Inside Headquarters, Joy clapped her hands. Since Riley's having a sleepover, why don't we all have one, too? Disgust rolled her eyes. Uh, newsflash, Joy, that isn't gonna work, because we all live together already! Come on, everybody into my room for the greatest sleepover-party-fun-time-night you've ever had! Naturally, I've gotta do everything myself around here! It was now nearing midnight, and up in Joy's room, the emotions minus Anger were engaged in a game of impressions.

The way they played was they each got up and did their impression of somebody Riley knew. Like she was, like, a statue or something. Joy giggled. Everybody burst out laughing again. Judson did? Have you taken leave of your senses?! I'm thinking! She grabbed his hand and pulled him over. Now here's what's happening: You've just done something that Anger doesn't like. Now here's what Anger does. Joy erupted into a laughing fit, Sadness giggled, and Fear straightened his collar with trembling hands. Disgust smirked. Their excitement was suddenly interrupted by a loud pounding on the door and a horrible yelling.

Joy tried extremely hard to suppress it, tried so, so hard, with all her might, but she couldn't help it, and absolutely exploded with laughter. Panicked, the other emotions tried to shush her, but it was no use. If it was possible, Anger got even madder. Behind him, Sadness watched the two with concern and Joy was still lying facefirst on the floor. But Disgust? Disgust was right behind Anger, and with her most mockingly moronic face, was doing exactly what he was doing while mouthing the words the emotions knew all too well. That really wound Anger up.

Fear shuddered violently, puffing out his cheeks, twisting his head every which way, trying at all costs to hold back the laugh. After nearly two seconds of this, he finally gave in and laughed like a madman. I'm in big trouble, you know! Blind with rage though he was, Anger could see enough to know that something was happening behind him. Throwing Fear on the floor, he whirled around only to find Disgust, with that dopey scowl still on her face and her hands still out in front of her the way Anger held Fear by the collar.

The instant she realized the short red emotion could see what she was doing, it was too late. She hid her hands behind her back. Joy stopped laughing. Sadness's lip trembled. Fear scrambled across the room and hid himself behind them. Five horrible minutes later, Joy sat up and looked around her room, which now had large burn marks all over the walls. Anger had gone back to the console after he had finished his tantrum.

Sadness was in a heap on the floor, weeping and blubbering, surrounded by a huge puddle of her own tears. Fear was in the corner, in a fetal position, rocking himself back and forth and shaking uncontrollably. Disgust was trying in vain to set her hair right again and rub the black burn marks out of her dress.

Joy shrugged. Story Story Writer Forum Community. Movies Inside Out. Because I'm all out of creative titles. While at a sleepover with Riley, Joy decides to have a sleepover of her own. It's all fun and games until somebody catches fire in this ridiculous, somewhat funny fic. The other emotions were silent. Disgust nodded. Fear, get up here for a sec.

Sadness nodded in agreement. Fear shook his head frantically. Before he even knew what came over him, Fear was snorting with laughter at Disgust's mockery. Once again, Disgust was mimicking him behind his back, perfectly synced.

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