An Extremely Goofy Movie

Synopsis: It's a big time in Max's life. He's college bound with his friends and finally free of his embarrassing father as he strives to be a top contender for the X-Games. Unfortunately, Goofy loses his job and learns that he cannot get another job without a college degree. To his son's mortification, Goofy decides to join him in his campus to get that degree. Desperate to distract his father, Max talks him into joining the competing Gamma Fraternity team and introduces him to a wonderful librarian who shares his nostalgic love for 1970's pastimes. Unfortunately, things do not go according to plan as events put this father-son relationship to the test.
Director(s): Douglas McCarthy
Production: DisneyToon Studios
  1 win & 1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
79 min

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- 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!


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!


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.


Nice rasta, pasta,|Maxman.

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

He is totally gonna kill|at college.


- 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.



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...


- 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.



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'?


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.


- 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!





I warned you!

You're fired!


Oh. Wow!

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



- 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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