Disgust
Okay, so how do we get her Sense of Self from here to there?
Anger
I have an idea, but I really don't like it.
Joy
Anger, Riley needs us.
Anger
OH, POUCHY! [echoes; no response] Well, what are you waiting for? Say the words.
OH, POUCHY! [echoes]
Hi, everybody! I'm Pouchy!
Anger
We know!
Joy
Pouchy, we need to get back to Headquarters. Do you have anything that can help us?
I have lots of items. Which one do you think will work the best? A roll of tape, a rubber ducky, or--
Anger
No time! [pulls him down and takes out three sticks of dynamite from his mouth]
Disgust
Seriously, Pouchy? Dynamite? Don't you have, like, a-a jetpack, a plane or something that's gonna help us?!
What do you think; I have everything in here?! I offered you the rubber ducky. I offered you the tape.
Joy
I know what to do. But we're gonna need a lot more dynamite.
You know what? Good luck-- [Anger puts his hand back in Pouchy's mouth so he could pull out more dynamite]
