Inside Out reImagined

Imagination Training Montage

Bing Bong had to admit that the question Sadness had just asked was not one that he ever expected to receive. The best answer he had was a deflecting one: "Huh? I never thought about Imagination as being something that you control. It just does whatever it wants to do! If Riley wants to be a princess needing to be saved — though, more often, she will probably just be doing the saving — she goes for it!"

In turn, Sadness merely sighed to herself, and thought to ask a more concrete question. "Like, when I made rain clouds over the Mind Workers, or the tent over our heads. Could you do something like that?"

She then watched as Bing Bong comically strained himself — only to be brought attention to his missing arm, once again. "Let me just..."

"Stop! You... I can already tell... you won't be able to do much like this." Sadness called out.

It took a while for Bing Bong to hear her, but once he did, he stopped. "Yeah. You're right... I shouldn't have tried to just do it to show it... what's the word..."

"As demonstration?" Sadness suggested.

"Yeah. That."

Clearly, she would need to approach this from another angle. "Just... how much do you remember?"

Bing Bong, of course, remembered enough to know that he was the one posing the same question to her, not too long ago. Yet, clearly the question was more about him in general than about any recent incident, and so, he began, almost unwittingly: "Well, I remember that Riley played with me, and she was the one who mostly imagined things! Like the rocket that was flying through the skies! Surely you know how the song goes! Who's your friend who likes to play?"

Instead of Sadness answering, a weird tune, as though played by an out-of-tune toy piano, could be heard in the distance. Thinking she must be hallucinating, she looked outside, and ended up seeing... a rainbow trail, left behind by something?

And that something was hurtling towards the tent, fast, and was going to destroy it, and this couldn't be how Bing Bong faded for good—

As Sadness was bracing for impact, something appeared right in front of her — a small wall of ice, that the rainbow-propelled, music-playing projectile crashed straight into, breaking into several large pieces. The sound of the crash, which somewhat resembled a real piano breaking, just helped accentuate exactly what the projectile felt like, and she completely locked up.

Suddenly, Bing Bong rushed out of the tent — trying to open the tent door with his missing arm, of course, before just forcing himself through the soft fabric. "Sadness! Are you okay?" he shouted out.

Though he could clearly see her, she did not dare to speak, still hiding behind a projectile that she managed to prevent from hitting her in other ways. Therefore, the imaginary friend had no choice but to examine what caused so much fright for the edgy emotion.

Most of the wreckage was barely recognizable as anything. However, among it, he could find two brooms — each still emanating the strange sort of rainbow trail, though largely fading at this point.

"Hey, these look just like the ones from my rocket!" Bing Bong blurted out.

In turn, Sadness, now sitting down at the same position where she used her Imagination to protect herself, only responded: "I think that was your rocket. Sorry for destroying it, by the way... I just— I couldn't..."

"It's okay." Bing Bong had attempted to comfort Sadness with his missing arm, only to realize his mistake and motion with his other arm, instead. "It looks like it was heading straight for the tent, and if you did nothing, we would probably both be goners..."