Goof Troop, Season 3

Max:
I just don't get it. Every time I go outside and say what a beautiful day it is something bad happens to me. Wait a minute. If I say the opposite maybe nothing bad will happen. Yeah. I'll go give it a try. What a terrible horrible no-good really bad day.

PJ:
Wait a minute. He wouldn't! do that. Would he? Did he say that?

Peg:
He could... he would... You're right, he did.

Max:
Bing.

PJ:
What now, Mom?

Peg:
Now, now, now... Going outside is very Unlucky for Max, so you don't have to worry, but I'm afraid the cure will have to be... drastic.

PJ:
I think you got a point.

Max:
[stammers]

PJ:
No, no, no. Don't look now, Max, your eyes can't take the daylights! Good. There it is, Mom. The tap dancing shoes all ready to tap dance.

Peg:
Hmmmm! Hmmmm! Mmm-hmmm! A clear case of terminal lazy-Ola, systemic shirk-itis, and a galloping boondoggle-emia. Well done, PJ! Not a second to lose!

PJ:
The tapping will cue in 4, 3, 2, 1 and 0. Oh, nice knowing you, Max.

Max:
Aah! Aaaaaaaah! Oh, god, please be mud.

PJ:
It worked. What about all those trophies on the "Wall of Petes", Dad?

Pete:
[sobbing] The Wall of Petes is a big pile of... horse feathers!

Max:
Oh. [sniffles] Now I know how Mr. Scrappy feels.

Goofy:
What's wrong, Maxie?

Max:
Oh, Dad, All I wanted was to have a good day. But do I get one? No. My life has been invaded Earl's reckon numbers, bird trap, a fire breathing dragon and I just got ran over by a stampede of Buffaloes. How could this get any worse? Getting Trampled by Crowd?

Goofy:
Guess not. Bye.

PJ:
I did it. I tricked my Dad. It was just a conversation.

PJ:
Dad, I know you treated me badly and I'm very sorry I tricked you. I promised I will never trick you again.

PJ:
[gasps] Hello. What's that? My bait can. I've been looking all over for it. Now I can take some fishing with Dad. Daphne's going to be in big trouble. With Daphne on fire, The Goods train will be destroyed. Once Daphne goes racing by with an out of control goods train and her fashion breaks on fire after that, I can turn green and toss three meals a day! Ooh, yeah. That will spook and surprise her. Wait a minute. She wouldn't be on fire. Would she?

Max:
He Tricked him for us?

Goofy:
What?

PJ:
I did? Hey, I did. Really? Well, let me show you how I did.

Goofy:
I love show business! [laughs]

PJ:
Daphne's been stealing everything. But she didn't steal my bait can. I'm keeping it for keeps.

Pete:
Stealing's wrong! It's against the law... and it's just plain bad manners! And if I caught anyone I know stealing, I'd scale and sand 'em myself. Understood?

PJ:
Thanks, Dad!

Pete:
That's my boy.

PJ:
Did Dad called me boy? Well, he did.

Daphne:
Aaaaaaaah!

PJ:
Uh-oh. Time to pinch them now. [snickers]

Goofy:
Gawrsh, This I gotta see.

Pistol:
Waaaaaah!

Goofy, Max:
Aaaaaaah!

Goofy:
Are little sisters supposed to be motivated?

PJ:
There. That did the trick on her. Finally. I got my seat back. Phew. The rockets will make me happier.

[the rocket explodes; PJ straps on a second rocket]

PJ:
This better be good.

[the rocket explodes; PJ straps on a third rocket]

PJ:
This better be good.

[yet another explosion; PJ angrily glares at a fourth rocket]

PJ:
This better be good. Phew.

[yet another explosion; cut to PJ, now outside on a jet engine]

PJ:
It worked! Out of the way!

[yet another explosion; cut to PJ, who's hurt]

PJ:
Ouuuuch!

Peg:
(gasps) PJ! Are you being mean to your sister?!

PJ:
Yes, I should've gotten her a book.

PJ:
I would like to Thank Pete, My Dad, Peg, My Mom, Pistol, My Sister, My Friend Max and Mr. G for helping me.

Pete:
PJ?!

PJ:
Dad? [gasps] No! It can't be! The Ghost of My Dad! He came back to kill us all!

Goofy, Max, PJ:
Aaaaah!

Goofy:
Pete! You're cured!

PJ:
Thank goodness, you're well!

Max:
You gave us quite a scare.

PJ:
I'm so glad you're okay.

Max:
And I'm so glad you got the tickets.

PJ:
And I'm so glad you're strong enough.

Max:
And I'm so glad you got your pants back.

PJ:
And I'm so glad you're finally better.

Max:
And I'm so glad you took the bad news.

PJ:
And I'm so glad you're not dying.

Max:
And I'm so glad you got it right.

PJ:
And I'm so glad you're back on the concrete.

Max:
And I'm so glad you've won.

PJ:
And I'm so glad you told the truth just like you said! [hugs Pete at last] Don't you ever

Max:
trick us

PJ:
again. And This time don't do it.

Pete:
Very well, boys. I won't do it again.

Federal Department of Advertising Man:
Pete, you're back!

Voice in the Crowd:
Hey, Federal Department of Advertising Man. Pete's back.

Federal Department of Advertising Man:
He is? I don't know what to say. It's a miracle! What were you doing?

Pete:
I was calculating my life.

Voice in the Crowd:
You were? Well, then, Welcome back, boss.

Pete:
Hey, wait a minute. Stop! Let me go! I, I tell you the, the only thing wrong with me is my profit margin!

Peg:
[gasps] Profit Margin?!!

Chainsaw:
Look out!

PJ:
NO! NO! Don't operate! I don't believe it. It was just a dream. I'm saved! Whew.

Peg:
Now, now, now... now that you're cured, after all, what I did to them, so I'm sorry I was too drastic. And I will never ever be ashamed with you.

Pete:
And I'm sorry I scared them, I would luau with you.

Peg:
Well, I wouldn't luau with you if my hula hips depended on it!

Voice in the Crowd:
All is forgotten and forgiven. Apology has been accepted. Take them away, Federal Department of Advertising Man!

Federal Department of Advertising Man:
Of course, buddy. Of course. I will. That's right, come on. I'll take you two away. It's no problem.