An Extremely Goofy Movie Page #3

Well, I'm dizzy right now|from watching your downward spiral.

Ah, why don't you go off|and save some whales or something?

Ha!

Oh, you slay me, Tiger.

You are the fly in my soup.|You are the eyelash in my eye.

You are so busy blowing out bad vibes|in ever direction,

that we are all choking on your|secondhand smoke.

Errr! Knock it off!

What's wrong, Brad?

Don't you dare|call me that!

Yeah. Don't forget,|he's the king, buster.

Yeah, well, we'll dethrone you|and the Gammas, your royal lowness.

Huh. You'll be lucky|to be my towel boy.

Why don't we just make|a little wager on that?

Loser of the finals|will be towel boy to the other.

You got a deal.

Be ready to wipe the dirt|off my shoes, freshman.

Gammas, out!

- Don't let the door hit ya.|- Later.

Now, that's the first time|I ever saw the trash...

take itself out.

You've got the beat,|boys.

Well, you invented it,|girl.

You let your fingers|do the talkin'. Right.

Next!

Well, Mr. Goof,

I notice you don't have|a college degree.

Well, I did complete|three years, but...

Look, doll, I'm afraid|we can only get jobs...

for people who have|college degrees.

So, what do you need?

What is "a degree"?

Bingo! We have a winner.

Oh, what's a Goof to do?

Well, doll...|Uh, Mr. Goof,

the answer to your problem|is simple.

The only way to build your career|is to go back to college.

College? Me? I was there in the '70s.|I'm too old for that now.

Come on, doll. You're never too old|to learn a new trick.

"We who are godlike now|were once a mass...

- Of quivering purple|flecked with bars of gold.

Insentient!|Full of joy or miser,

and tossed in|terrible tangles...

- Mommy, I didn't do it!|- Of some wild...

- and windswept..."

Hi, everbody!

I'm just a yearnin'|for some learnin'.

Who is this goon?

Right on, brother!|Ah-yuck!

- Hey, Max, is my vision blurred...|- Oh, no. Oh, no.

Or does that guy|look like your dad?

- Maxie!|- Kill me. Just kill me now!

Hey, Maxie,

looks like you and me|are gonna be classmates.

Ah-yuck.|He's my son.

Daddy's little baby|couldn't be alone?

Nooo!

So I got fired.|Guess I lost my focus.

Ah, Dad, I'm so sorr|to hear that.

Well, look, if you're here to stay,|I think we need to...

Focus more.|You're absolutely right.

Now that I'm with ya, I won't be|distracted no more. No, sirree.

I'm gonna get me|that college degree...

Whoa!

- What a bonehead!|- What a loser.

Dad,|what I was saying...

is that we need to establish|some ground rules.

Well, sure.|Whatever you say, Maxie.

First thing,|lose the wig.

But I need to look|hip and groovy for college.

Dad, you're scaring people.

I know you're worried it might be hard|to get into the swing of things here,

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