An Extremely Goofy Movie Page #5

Just what makes you think|you can change your mind...

on the last day|of the competition?

Should I knock some sense|into his big melon?

Whoa, whoa.|Down, Tank. Easy, boy.

If you're thinking you're|quitting the Gammas to join|that freshman geek son of yours,

you've got|another thing comin'.

Bull's-eye, baby. Dog-boy's in trouble,|and Daddy's gonna bail him out.

No, sirree, sir!

Ah! Got my bunion!

I'm not gonna be|on anyone's team.

Smart man.|But you forgot one thing.

Nobody... I repeat...|Nobody quits the Gammas!

If you were such darn winners before,|you'll be just fine without me.

- I'm leavin' the Gammas,|and that's that.|- You're not leaving the Gammas.

Wow-ow!

- The Gammas are leaving you!|- Sayonara.

- Yeah! Hasta la vista, baby!

Gee! I think they're|a little sore at me. Whoops!

Better return my Gamma pin.

We'll win how we always win.|And how's that, Gammas?

- Skill?|- Good looks?

No, you dense dopes!|We'll cheat!

Cheat! Cheat!

Just like we did last time,|sweetheart.

That was a great cheat.

But now|I have a better plan.

I gotta warn Maxie!

This is it, guys.

- Championship time.

Oh, hiya, fellers.

Oh, heh-heh,|hi, Mr. Goof.

Gee, Max, I know|you're still sore at me,

but I came to warn you...

- that the Gammas|have been cheatin' all along.|- Oh, yeah!

Did Bradley tell you|to say that?

Stop wasting my time, Dad.|I gotta stay focused.

Ooh, good luck, son.

Ohh, ladies and gentlemen!

Put on your seat belts|and hold on to your hats. Oh, my!

It's time for the high-flying,|gravity-defying,

no-time-for-crying...

College "X" Games!

Let's get vertical!

All righty now.

We'll begin with the eight qualifying|teams in a semifinal round...

until we're down|to the two best teams.

Then they'll be fightin'|for first place...

and the College "X" Games|championship!

That's right, Chuck. In the semifinals|we'll see rock climbing,

luge runs,|and much more!

Won't... that be fun!

The leading team to beat,|as always,

is the Gammas!

Their three competitors are.|Bradley Uppercrust the Third,

Tank and Slouch!

- What happened to Goofy?|- We want Goofy!

What do you know, Chuck!|Looks like Goofy's a no-show.

What happened to Goof, man?

Hey, Brad,|what'd you do with my dad?

He didn't make the cut.|He was never Gamma material.

Let's go down|to the semifinal round...

which begins|with the rock climb.

What the...

- Yeah! Yeah!

Whoo-whoo! Yes!

Huh?

- Whoa!

Yea!

The semifinals have resulted|in just Team One and Team 99...

going head-to-head|in the finals.

The grueling competition|has really taken its toll...

on the athletes|this afternoon.

Let's strap in for our final and|deciding event: The "X" Games triathlon.

Yes, we're seconds away from what|promises to be an exciting finale...

between these|two fierce competitors.

Take your positions.

On your mark,|get set...

False start! False start!

Both teams back on the line.|Get back here.

Hold on! Bradley just blasted|our third guy into the next state.

That is absurd!|I did nothing of the sort!

That's what my dad|has been trying to tell me.

Can we get on|with the race, please?

Wait a minute.|Uh, one, two.

You don't seem to have|enough team members now.

- Do you?|- Rules are rules.

You have to field a full team,|or you forfeit to the Gammas.

That's unfair!|We don't know anyone else.

Oh, seems we have|a little delay here, folks.

Team 99's short a man and will be|disqualified if one is not found...

in just one|and one half minutes.

Dad, it's me, Max.|If you're out there...

Oh, my gosh.|Maxie's in trouble!

Dad, relax, I'm not in trouble. It's|just the team needs you. I need you.

You hear that?|I gotta go help him!

Good thing I always carry|my lucky horseshoe.

I'm a-comin', Maxie!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!|Whoa! Aaah!

Well, I wouldn't blame him|if he didn't come.

That's it!|They're disqualified.

Nope, nope, nope. Not yet.|There's still five more seconds.

Four, three,

two...

- Ah-yuck!

Come on, no fair!|He's too late!

Not by my watch.

Son, about|the last couple of weeks...

Dad, what do ya say|we take care of this race first?

You got it!

Take your positions.

On your mark!

Get set!

Gammas lead|as they head out of the stadium.

- Operation Grandma up ahead.|- Goody, goody.

Uh-oh! There's pedestrians|on the course!

Gawrsh!|Sorr, ma'am.

Wink-wink.

Operation Hay Bale.

Isn't that Mickey Mouse|over there?

- Mickey Mouse? Where?|- He's over there.

Team 99 cruising along.

Holy moly!|What is this?

Looks like a little|street-skating detour.

Side by side, sole grinds|all the way down the ledge.

And Team 99 has regained|the lead!

The whip, Tank!

Seven-ten split,|gutter boy!

Team Gamma blows right by the freshmen.

The racers are approaching|the start of the bicycle leg.

Gamma still holding its lead.

Off with the skates,|and on to the bikes!

And both teams are blasting|through the rhythm section...

with a whole lot of style.

The freshmen are right|on Team Gamma's tail.

Oh, look out! Bobby seems|to have sailed off the course.

What a bummer for Bobby.

Bobby, you all right?

Keep goin', Max!

It is really heating up now, folks,

as both teams are approaching|the huge quarter pipe...

to start the final leg|of the event.

Right away, Team Gamma|starts working the course...

with Team 99 nippin'|at their heals!

- They're moving off the ramp, and...|- And onto the Zipper.

Huh?

Whoa-whoa!|Yah-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Tank, take him out!

I will not be ignored.

Nobody finishes this race|but me!

Maxie!

It's about stayin' focused|on your goal!

What the...|Ohhh!

Oh, say it ain't so!

No! I'm a-comin',|Maxie!

It's lookin' bad and it's not|gonna get prettier, folks.

Help! Bradley!

Gammas, help me! Anyone!

911, baby!

Tank, talk to me, man.

Over here, man. Dog-boy,|am I glad to see you, sweetheart.

Max, where are you?|Where are you, Max?

Maxie! Oof!

Dad, help me lift this beam|off of Tank.

Come on!|We're about to be Baked Alaska here.

Ladies and gentlemen,|it looks like it's all over.

Wait a minute.|I can't believe my eyes, folks.

- They are alive!|- Huh?

Go for it, son.

That's some kid|you got there.

You're wrong, Tank.|He's not a kid anymore.

Oh, Team 99 is still in this race!

Max Goof is making up the distance.|He is taking the lead!

Bradley's battling back|as they come to the finish line.

Team 99 wins!|Oh, I am stunned, folks!

I just can't...|I can't believe...

I can't even finish|my sentences.

Oh, my!|What a day!

Ah-yuck!

Congratulations, son!

Congratulations, Max.

I haven't forgotten|our agreement.

The bet's off, Bradley.

But I think|you owe him something.

Brad!

Hi, it's me,|the guy ya let down.

Hey, Tank, baby!|Who loves ya, baby, huh?

You're goin' down like|a four-cent pair of socks.

You and me, baby,|all the way!

Oh! A vacancy|at the Gamma house.

Takin' applications.

Okay, okay, let go of me,|you big fat jerk!

Time to get|on the last jet to nowhere!

No, it doesn't look good now.

It's like I'm in a bad dream,|and it just won't quit.

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