An Extremely Goofy Movie Page #2

I thought you wanted|to win.

Well, that's just what|we're going to do.

Ha! Like you'll find any better|competitors than my teammates.

They're the real deal.|Serious athletes.

Check it.|Uh-huh.

- The Dynamic Dorks.

Come on. The only thing|you three could win...

is a loser contest,|baby.

Wow, nice trick.

Do they go fetch|and play dead too?

Why, yes.|As a matter of fact they do.

Gammas, fetch.

Uh-oh.|This can't be good.

- Back off, man.

I've got a biscotti,|and I'm not afraid to use it.

All right, quit toying|with my emotions.

I thought|we were friends.

See, I'm giving you the opportunity|to join the Gamma Mu Mu Fraternity.

Mu, Mu! Who wants to join a herd of cows?

- Tank?|- Now, pray tell, sweetheart.

Would Mr. Uppercrust like a little power|wedgie for your viewing pleasure?

Hey, leave him alone!|Huh? Bobby!

Hey, don't worr, bro.

I'm a yellow belt.

Eee-ya! Eee-ya!

Hey, Daddy-os.

This is a real L-7 scene.

Let's all take a trip down the road|of forgiveness and compassion.

Ooh, passion.

I like your style, Little Miss|Mochachino, but I'm busy right now.

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,

and, well, it might be.

But I figure two Goofs|are better than one.

Two "goofs" all right.

Just think!|A whole 'nother year,

just you and me.

A year? Did he say a year? Tell me|he didn't say a year. I heard a year.

Hold me and tell me|he didn't say a year.

A year's like...|That's forever.

You realize this could|severely affect campus hijink-age.

Yeah! And how we gonna|whip those Gammas now?

- With your dad's|"practice interruptus"?|- Listen, guys.

Cut the old man some slack.|He has to be here.

He was fired, and he can't find|a good job without a degree.

Fired? Whoa.

You mean like|his pink slip was showing?

Don't push it, man.

Look, I talked to him|and laid out all the ground rules.

No interfering with|the "X" Games practice.

No hounding us about schoolwork.|No coming into our room unannounced.

And no acting|like a father.

Especially mine.

He's got his life,|I've got my life.

"My life. My life."

Spooky.

- Rise and shine!

- School's a-waitin'.

What do you say, boys?

Dad!

Our first class|isn't until noon.

Maybe so, but ever day|starts with a good breakfast.

Ooh! Whoa, whoa!

Nowhere to run to, baby

Nowhere to hide

It's my love|I'm runnin' from

It's a heartbreak|I've nowhere to go

'Cause I know|you're no good for me

To become part of me

- Everywhere I go, every face I see

Every step I take|you take by me, yeah

- Look at it go!|- No, no, no.

Got nowhere|to run to, baby

Hey! Huh?

- I know you're no good for me|- Oh, lookie!

- Nowhere to run, baby

Nowhere to hide

Hey! Huh, huh?

- Huh?|- Hiya, Max.

Errr. Goof.

So after we compare and|contrast the Age of Enlightenment's...

dark period with the Spanish|Inquisition's recessionary trends,

we can get a head start|on our trigonorm...

Uh, triggy...|Uh, math.

Then as a treat,|I'll get us tickets to the Museum...

of Natural Arts|and Sciences.

- I hear there's a spectacular|leech exhibit.|- Oh.

But only if we finish|all our homework.

Huh?

Where you goin', son?

Oh, yeah!|Well, I was just gonna go to...

- You know, go to the...|- I have a temporary,|but I never got my permanent.

To take you to sign up|for your library card.

Dad, all new students|need one.

A-Ahem.

Good morning, gentlemen.|I am the Head Librarian,

versed in all aspects|of your school's library,

including, but not limited to,|fiction, nonfiction,

periodicals, reference|and policy.

- How may I help you?|- Hi there, Miss "Marpole-ee."|Marpole. Marpole!

My Dad needs a library card.|Could you...

Oh, it would be|my pleasure.

We here at the college library|believe that owning a library card...

is a privilege,|not a right.

Consequently,|we expect students...

to treat the Dewey Decimal System|with respect.

You'll find these helpful|to your library experience.

Well, I'll be!

Is that a genuine|mood ring you're wearin'?

Well, oh...

Yes.|Well, yes it is.

I'm a collector of'70s memorabilia|and such. Sort of silly, huh?

What, are you kiddin'?

This here's a Gilligan's Island|fan club seashell.

Get out!

Do you remember the one|when the Professor built|a noncombustible engine...

out of coconut shells|and sand?

Gawrsh, yeah,|little buddy.

- Come on! We're supposed to be|practicin' for the "X" Games.

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