An Extremely Goofy Movie Page #3

I love all that|'70s stuff!

- Come on, we're out of here.|- Oh, gosh! Remember the "Boogie Duck"?

That was|my all-time favorite!

- Quack, quack, quack, quack.|- Ooh-ooh.

- Quack, quack, quack, quack.|- Ooh-ooh.

Here at the college library|you'll find a most...

A-A-Ahem!

Miss Marpole!

In a library?

Really!

And now, I actually think|that the Psych Department...

will be most refreshing.

Well, uh,|I really should be...

getting back to work.

Say, um, Miss Marpole...

Oh, you can call me|Sylvia.

Gawrsh! Sylvia.|Ah-yuck.

I was just a-wonderin'|if maybe you'd like to...

Go out to dinner?

Well, then maybe|afterwards, uh...

- Go dancing?|- Sure!

So, if, uh...|Well, if you're free on...

Saturday?|Oh, I'd love to. 7:00?

All right. Ah-yuck.|See ya then.

You know, Goofy,|you're pretty groovy.

Aw, shucks!

She said|I'm pretty groovy.

Hey, Maxie!|Guess what?

Maxie?

I got a date.

- Yeah!|- Excellent, bro.

- I got a date.

Ah-yuck!|I got a date.

Gotta tell Maxie.|There he is.

- Maxie! I got a...|- Huh?

- Whoa!|- Let go, Dad!

Wow! Waa-hoo-hoo!|Waa-hoo!

Whoa! Waa-hoo-hoo!|Waa-hoo!

Hey, that guy is good!

Isn't that Baby Goof's|old man?

- Wowee!|- Gimme that.

That sure was a heap of fun.|Now I see why you're so crazy about it.

Hey, Maxie, what if|I join your team?

We could practice together, and wear|them funny outfits and everything.

- It'd be a lot of fun.|- Dad, as fun as that sounds,

there are no openings|on my team.

Okay?

Mr. Goof!

Your performance was,|without a doubt,

the most breathtaking display|of alternative sport inventiveness...

yet to be parallelled|by mankind!

Gee! Ah-yuck.|Thanks.

Whatever you said.

The Gammas, the number one team in|the history of the College "X" Games,

have an opening|on our team.

And it has got your name|on it, buddy!

Be a winner.|Join us.

Hey, welcome|to the team.

That's real nice of you|to ask,

but I'm really only interested|in stayin' close to Maxie.

Uh, I'm not sure you understand this|once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Well, ah-yuck,|I'm not sure you understand...

the bond between|a father and his son.

Guys, I have a plan.

Well, if you change your mind,|here's my card.

Gammas,|let's pack it up.

- Gawrsh.|- Yeah, get outta here.

Listen, Dad,|next to our team...

the Gammas are the team,|and they need you more than we do.

Oh, yeah, Mr. Goof.|The Gammas are like way hot, man.

Besides, we'll all still be|around each other at practices|and events all the time.

You'll have oodles of fun!

Well, son,|if you say so.

Go for it, Dad.

Hey, uh, Mr. Uppercrust,|you can count me in.

All right, then.|There you go.

Gentlemen, please.|Gamma Brother Goofy,

let me present you with|your Gamma Mu Mu pledge pin.

Gammas, exit.

Gamma Brother Goofy!

Whoo, yeah!

It is you

Oh, yeah

It is you

A crunch to us.

I can't believe it.|It worked.

We unloaded my dad,|and now we can focus on winning.

Let's do it to it!

Hey, hi.|I know you.

You're that awesome|new skateboarder.

Save a dance for me?

No problem.

You dance?

- I gotta see this.|- Oh, wow!

Me and a little crumpet like yourself...

could make beautiful|bongo music together.

Whoa! Easy boy.|You're foggin' up my karma.

- Hey, you wanna sit with us?|- Sure.

Your cool balances out|his fool.

Okay, whatever.

Well.

If it's all the same,|I, uh, forgot your name.

It is endemic of the current culture|that those with large stature...

are overlooked,|except by vultures,

with no regard|to the depth of their souls,

the height of their passion,

the beauty|of their moments.

O wise Buddha Boy,

how could anyone overlook|such a bundle of" yes-ness"?

Let's dance.

Ha! Guess the Bob-boy's|lost his touch.

Hey, what's goin' on?

Shake it, shake it|Shake your groove thing

Shake your groove thing|Yeah, yeah

Show 'em how we do it now

Shake your groove thing|Shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah

Show 'em how we do it now|Show 'em how we do it now

Let's show the world|we can dance

Bad enough|to strut my stuff

The music gives us|a chance

We do more|out on the floor

Groovin' loose|or heart-to-heart

We put in motion|every single part

If the Gammas don't keep my dad out|of our hair, his new girlfriend will.

Boogie!

Shake your groove thing|Shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah

Show 'em how|we do it now

Shake your groove thing|Shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah

Show 'em how we do it now|Shake your groove thing

Oh, you're swingin' with some|pretty cool canines there, Papa-dog.

You are queen of the scene,|my little java bean.

Yeah, yeah

Show 'em how|we do it now

There's nothing more|that I'd like to do

Than take the floor|and dance with you

Keep dancing

Let's keep dancing

You've got a cute way of talking

You've got the better|of me

Just snap your fingers|and I'm walking

Like the dog|hanging on a leash

I'm in the spin|you know

Shaking on a string|you know

- You make me feel like dancing|- Gonna dance the night away

You make me feel|like dancing

Gonna dance the night away

You make me feel|like dancing

I feel like dancing, dancing|Dance the night away

I feel like dancing|Dancing

Ah

Ditty-ditty|dit, dit, de-dit

Oh, Goofy,

this is the best night|of my life.

Mine too!

Oh, Sylvia!

Ohhh-aah!

Oh!

Ohh!

Ohh!

Hey! What...

Aah.

I'll see you at|the qualifying rounds, freshmen!

And after, when you'll be|bringing me my towel, boy!

Ahh, this is everything|I dreamed it would be!

This place puts the "rage"|in outrageous!

No kiddin'!|It buries what we're used to.

All right, just remember. There's|nothing here that we can't handle.

Oh!|I seriously doubt that.

We're gonna eat you alive,|freshmen!

Oh, Brad, we're quaking|on our boards.

Attention,|would Gamma Team One and Team 99...

report to the|street competition platform?

Hey, guys, that's us.|Let's do it to it.

- Good luck, son!|- Yeah, you too, Dad.

Hey-ho and|whaddya you know?

Welcome to the Sixth Annual|College "X" Games.

The contestants are gonna spin,

twist, lunge and plunge|like there's no tomorrow.

Today's qualifying rounds will determine|who will compete in the semifinals!

And now, let's see what's|happening at our first venue,

the skateboarders'|street competition,

from our man on the street,|Ken Clark!

- Welcome, one and all. Today...|- Thank you, Ken!

Word on the street|is that there's a new kid in town...

who poses a threat|to Bradley Uppercrust the Third.

- That's right, Chuck. And his name is...|- Max Goof!

Max! Max! Max!

Hey, Tank!

This is it, man.|Your competition.

This is the big one, bro.|Stay focused.

Just like|we always do!

It's a little insurance, baby,|with no deductible.

Crazy idea.|You do the honors, Brother Goof.

Me? Gawrsh!|Well... sure!

Well, well, what do we have here?

Looks like there's been|a last minute substitution.

That's right, Chuck.|Skateboarding for the Gammas is...

Max Goof's father, Goofy!

It's patriarch and son|pitted against each other...

in a battle of skill|and dexterity.

This is gonna be good.

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