An Extremely Goofy Movie

Hmm, hmm, hmm

Ohh!

Ugh!

- Ohh! Ohh!

Ow! Wow-hoo!|Yah-hoo-hoo-hoo-ee!

Yah! Whoo!

Yeah, dude!

Bobby, do that again,|but this time don't fall down.

- Aah!|- Whoo-hoo-wow!

Huh?

Do you realize going off|to college means no more...

well-meaning but totally smothering,|overprotective,

doting, ah-yucking dads?

Yeah, well,|yours at least.

My dad's been counting down|the days until he can turn|my bedroom into a bowling alley.

Hey, we have a surefire way|to shoot straight to the top|of the freshman heap.

The College "X" Games!

First freshman team|to win it all!

First team to boot those|number one Gammas on their boot-tays!

Huh! The Gammas|may be five-time winners,

but I hope they're ready|for a losing streak!

Let's beat the Gammas!|Let's do it to it!

Woo-woo-woo-woo!

Gawrsh, Pete, one day|you're changin' their diapers,

and the next thing|you know...

they're all grown up|and leavin' for college.

Well, Goof,|the way I see it,

it's my last night of baby-sitting,|and I'm a free man!

Oh, yeah! Ha-ha!|Free, free, free, I tell you!

Yah-hoo! Ha-ha!|Come on, son.

I can't miss you|if you won't leave!

- Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!|- Yeah, free.

Hey, why don't you get the boys?|Food's almost ready.

It's time to sere|these little babies now.

Ha-ha-ooh!

Nice rasta, pasta,|Maxman.

Ooh, Maxie's pretty good|at that boardin' stuff.

He is totally gonna kill|at college.

Huh?

- Yeah! Yes!

Listen, son, that there|"X" Games fiddle-faddle...

may be all well and fun,

but remember, you're going off to|college to make something of yourselves.

- Exactly.|- You'll get a degree,

and the world|will be your clam.

Uh, oyster, Dad?

No, thanks.|I'm saving room for weenies.

Now, let me show you|exactly what I mean.

Oh, no, not|the old horseshoe lecture.

You see, tossin' horseshoes|is a lot like how life works.

Sorr, Pete.

Uh, like I was sayin'...

It's about|staying focused on your goals.

Right. You see,|ever once in a while...

life gives you an important|tossin' opportunity.

Like, uh, well...|college, for instance!

If you want|that dee-ploma,

you gotta fix both eyes on it|like it was this here horseshoe stake.

And with the proper|"consecration"...

and follow-through,

Throw it, will ya!

You should hear the clang|of a ringer!

Yah-hoo-hoo-hoo!|A ringer!

See, Maxie?|You've just gotta stay focused.

- Huh?|- Hey, Goof,

- it's gettin' cold already.

Save a weenie for me!

Hey, Peej, isn't ten hot dogs enough?|Pass 'em over here.

Ooh, I can't wait|to get out of here.

Here, let me|help you pack.

Dad, I can do that.

I sure hope so. I'm not gonna be there|at college to pick up after you.

In fact,|it's gonna be a long time...

before you see|your old man again.

What, maybe Christmas?

Ah, Dad,|it'll go by fast.

Not too fast, I hope.

It's time to take charge,|live your own life.

You're a grown man now,|Maxie-Poo.

I'm not takin' ol' Stuffed Bear|to college, Dad!

- Sure you are.|- No.

What are you talkin' about?|You love Stuffed Bear.

- Come on. You're gonna need him.|- I'm not kidding!

- No!

Well, then,

I got somethin' else|for you.

- Son,

I want you to have this.

Oh! It weighs|like a ton!

I bet it's one of those combo|TV/CD/VCR/Laptop/Scanner/Fax|things, right?

Oh, man,|they are so cool!

- Too stunned to speak, huh?|- No, just stunned. What is it?

This was my father's.

And now, son,|it's yours.

Thanks, Dad.|This means a lot to me.

Oh, listen,|I'm gonna turn in.

You know, big day tomorrow.

- Good night, Dad.|- Good night, son.

Ah-yuck.

Ah-yuck.

Did you brush your teeth?

Yeah, Dad.

- Comb your hair?|- Yep.

- Did you put on clean underwear?|- Dad!

- Come on, Max!|- Oop! Gotta go!

But, Max...

Ooh!

- Goin' already?|- Gotta get there early for|freshman orientation. See ya.

What about breakfast?

- You need your three squares|a day, you know.|- Don't worr.

We'll pick up donuts on the way.|Love ya! Miss ya!|See you at Christmas! Bye!

Don't forget to have some milk|with those... donuts.

Don't forget to have some milk|with those... donuts.

Good-bye,|my little college man.

- Gawrsh.

Doot-doot-doot-doot

Doot-doot-doot

Okay, dude, south.

Un, no, wait. I mean... I don't know,|man. Do I look like Magellan?

- P.J., you couldn't spell Magellan.|- Tr hangin' a Louie.

No, no. Wait.|That's the other Louie.

Louie, Huey, Dewey?|What're you talkin' about?

Yo, it's right here.|This way.

Yeah, Peej,|Bobby's right.

Hey, Bob, um,|who's drivin'?

Aaah!

Check it out!

Gentlemen, I welcome you|to the first day...

of the rest|of our lives.

Wow.|That's pretty deep.

Did you get that off a bumper sticker?

Yo. I spy the Gamma house,|which means...

that dude right there|is the one, the only...

Bradley Uppercrust the Third!

Whoa!|The College "X" Games king!

Yeah, until we take the crown.

Let's play ball, Dad.

Max.

- Hiya, Dad.|- Maxie.

Mr. Goof!|An assembly line is for assembling.

Stop daydreaming|and get back to work... or else!

Oh-oh-oh-oh!|Ohh! Wah!

Oh, no!|Look out!

Yah-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Ooh!

Ooh!

Goofy!

I warned you!

You're fired!

Huh?

Oh. Wow!

Great air, Max-a-million!|Ha-ha-ha-ha-hah!

Maxie!

Yeah!

- Look at that guy go. Oh, my gosh!|- I can't look at anything else.

Whoa! Did you see that?

Well, well, well.

Look what the freshman cat|dragged in, baby. Some new meat.

Hey, easy, big fella.|That new meat looks like Gamma material.

Let's check him out.|Gammas, roll!

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