Ah-hyuck!
♪ H-h-h-hit it ♪
♪ Like father, like son ♪
♪ You're always number one ♪
[both] Yes!
♪ There's buddies There's pals ♪
Yeah!
♪ You always seem to work things out ♪
♪ Can't you see you're two of a kind ♪
♪ Lookin' for a real good time ♪
Whoa!
♪ A real good time ♪
Aah!
♪ Report to the Goof Troop ♪
♪ And we'll always stick together ♪
♪ Always stick together ♪
♪ We're the Goof Troop ♪
♪ The best of friends forever ♪
♪ Side by side wherever we go ♪
♪ We're always ready to roll ♪
♪ Now gimme a beat ♪
♪ We're the Goof Troop ♪
♪ And we always stick together ♪
Gawrsh!
♪ We're the Goof Troop ♪
♪ The best of friends forever ♪
♪ Now we're calling everyone ♪
♪ Come along and join the fun ♪
♪ Report to the Goof Troop ♪
♪ Baa ba doo da bop baa ba doo bop ♪
Yeah!
[Goofy] Say, Max, hand me that 1 3/8 whatchamacallit.
This it?
No, that's a 3/4 whositz.
I know, just give me a hammer.
[Goofy humming]
Ah-hyuck. Now she'll close like a charm.
You sure about this, Dad?
Yup. Just give her a click.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Dad. You all right?
Click it again.
Hey, what's happenin'?
Great timing.
Dad, Peej and I are going skateboarding, OK?
OK. Have fun.
Uh, good luck, Mr G.
You saved me, P.J.
When it comes to mechanical stuff,
my dad's a real klutzoid.
Whoa!
Yeah, but at least he lets you help.
I mean, when my dad's working, steer clear, man.
Speaking of which, let's go bum a soda from him.
No way. Right now he's definitely working.
How can you tell?
[P.J.] He's wearing his "sales" glasses.
And how about that mirror on the visor?
Pretty convenient, huh?
Mobile, too. [laughs]
Aw, he's too busy being a phony-baloney. Come on.
Now, as I was saying, this baby gets 25 blocks per gallon,
has AM-AM radio, and is biodegradable in salt water.
So how's about a nice soft drink while you sign the papers?
Well, I... I don't know.
Maybe I should go home and think about it.
Did I mention the original factory air
is still in the tires?
Wow. A '57 Woody!
This only has to be the most classic car of all time.
A west coast daydream.
Imagine the surfboards that rode in here.
You mean this car is famous?
Get outta town! It's got everything. History. Fun. Babes.
I'd give my right kneecap for this machine.
I'll take it.
Uh, sure, OK. Let me get the paperwork.
Here. Have a cold one, pal.
Why don't you help me out like that, P.J.?
Oh, and, Maxie, stop by tonight.
I want your opinion on my new Pete-mobile.
All right, Max!
He's startin' to like you, man.
Pete-mobile?
A top-secret recreational vehicle
he's working on.
Even I haven't seen it yet.
[Pete] I'm entering her in the big RV show in Las Vegas.
"Most luxurious" category. Gonna make a bundle.
[Max] Whoa, awesome.
You know, I bet you'd win for sure
if you added a satellite dish.
Satellite dish. Great idea.
Always thinkin', kid. [laughs]
Why, you remind me of... of me.
Wish P.J. had your pizzazz.
Wanna see me spell Mississippi with only one "i"?
No.
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i. Get it?
[giggles] Bye.
Wow, P.J., that RV is totally rad and bad.
Your dad's a genius.
Thought you said he was a phony-baloney.
No way. He loves my ideas. Here, hold this.
We're gonna get that van fully tweaked,
then take it to a big RV show and win major bucks.
Awesome.
Max. What about a tape deck? Here, hold this.
Not bad, sir, but a whole sound system would be better.
Bingo. You don't mind, do ya, son?
But, Dad...
Whoa. Major brain flash!
Remember that TV show about the talking car
with the computer on board?
-With the bad actor? -Uh-huh.
I like your style.
-Thanks, Peej. -Yeah, but...
[Pete] Bring your chair down, too, OK?
[mocking] Bring your chair down, too, OK?
[alarm blaring]
-Oh, hi, Peej. -We gotta talk.
Be right back, sir. What's up?
OK, in the past two days, you and my dad have made off
with everything in my house,
from the big screen TV to Pistol's toys.
We're tweaking the Pete-mobile.
Well, how come I'm not helping?
Peej, on a scale of 1 to 10,
how much does your dad usually like me?
Um, less than zero.
Right. Well, if he starts liking me,
you and I can spend a lot more time together.
Oh, yeah, I see. OK.
Great, now be a pal and get this item from my dad. Thanks.
Uh, Mr G?
Oh, hiya, P.J. What's up?
Well, Max was wondering
if you'd loan him something for the RV.
Oh, like what? A spark plug?
No, your garage door.
Whoa!
My door? But I just fixed it up.
Yeah, well, Max says, "Dear Dad, if you agree,
I'm sure I can talk Pete into taking us along
on his Vegas trip."
Las Vegas?
Well, all right. Ah-hyuck!
Now, how am I gonna get this down?
[alarm sounds]
Ah-hyuck. That was easy.
The Pete-mobile is now officially finished,
and I want to thank you all
for your generous contributions.
So without further ado,
the most luxurious RV in the world!
[all] Ooh!
[all] Ah!
It's a home away from home.
Yes, ha ha. Our home.
And here's Max's brainstorm. The comfort control center.
Take it, pal.
Thank you, Pete.
Folks, with one finger you can turn on the hot tub
or open the sun roof.
Let me demonstrate.
Who wants some crushed ice?
Oh, me, me, me! Pick me! Pick me! Here, here!
One snow cone coming up.
Oh, golly, must have hooked up a fuel line by mistake.
That's it, no one's going anywhere in this death trap.
Uh, no, kumquat, it's OK, really.
-It's, uh, it's-- -It's a crime deterrent.
We planned it that way.
Yeah, that's right. What he said.
[sighs] Well...
You're doin' great, Max. My dad's really pleased.
Where's my Mr. Chuckles?
Oh, your punching toy.
Follow Daddy to the cockpit, sweetheart.
Here's Mr. Chuckles.
-Make a note of that, Max. -Check.
Ahem. Now let me show you the fuzz-buster instead.
[giggling] Mr. Chuckles.
It's an air bag.
Right. Well, let's quit gabbing
and start rolling.
Las Vegas, here we come!
[horn honks]
[all] Yay!
I've got dibs on shotgun!
Uh, well, sorry, P.J.
I sort of wanna discuss some things with Max.
Contact.
Let's go, partner. Viva Las Vegas!
Yeah!
[engine sputtering]
[Pete] Hmm. Gotta fix that.
Get 'em up, move 'em out.
[horn honks]
[all cheering]
Forgot it. Sorry.
[door closes]
OK, here we go.
[all cheering]
Sorry.
[Pete] Here we go.
[all] Yay!
[tires screech]
Left the cat in the dryer. Ah-hyuck!
Here... we... go!
[all] Yay.
[toilet flushing]
[Pistol] All set.
That's it, you hear?
We aren't stopping again for anything, see?
[tire bursts]
[grunt]
Well, Max, old boy,
you sure talked me out of a jam back home.
A real gift for gab. Join the club, kid.
Wow. Thanks.
[Goofy] Gonna try out the ol' hot tub.
What's the matter, P.J.?
Aw, Max is too busy being a phony-baloney
to notice I'm even here.
Aw, maybe he's just a little mixed up right now.
I know I am.
Really. Here.
Thanks. Why not talk to him, P.J.?
-Hey, Max? -Yo. Dude.
We gotta talk again.
Whoa. Where'd you get those?
Your dad. Pretty cool, huh?
He thinks I've got a great future in sales.
Yeah. You don't know my dad, Max.
He's selling you, man,
and I want us to stay friends.
Hey, Peej, we're the gruesome twosome.
Rude dudes. I'm there for you, pal.
Now, would you mind checkin' for malfunctions? Thanks, gotta boogie.
"Check for malfunctions."
Time for some privacy. Watch this.
[Goofy vocalizing]
Hmm... didn't work.
Whoa! Help! Whoa!
[gasps]
[sighs] Must have been a rough road.
Let's have some music.
[static]
[both screaming]
[truck honking]
Noisy trucks. Good riddance.
-[Peg, Pistol screaming] -[static]
Hmm... gotta fix that.
[Goofy] ♪ Oh, I've been working on the railroad ♪
♪ All the livelong day ♪
Ah-hyuck.
Whoa!
Hey, Pete. Watch them speed bumps.
Mom? Pistol? Mr. G?
Aah! Dad!
Something's wrong!
-Can you hear me? -[radio static]
Not now, son, keep working.
And stop messing with this thing.
Sometimes you just gotta get away from it all.
Oh, you know, Max, after we win this contest,
we ought to mass-produce these babies.
Yeah, get a big factory.
National distribution.
Worldwide sales.
Hey, hey, hey, you guys!
Hey, look, a rest stop.
Might as well stop and stretch out the old legs a bit.
Gee, those two sure look a lot like Peg and Pistol.
Peg and Pistol!
Eh, hi, dust ruffle.
You know, you shouldn't be hitchhiking.
It's dangerous.
[Peg] I told you that vehicle wasn't safe.
[Goofy] You sure hit a lot of bumps.
[Peg] ...How sick I am of grillwork?
-[Goofy] Still got water in my ears. -[Pete] Sorry.
Hey, Peej, take my picture in front of the RV, OK?
Take it yourself.
-What's bugging you? -You!
If you wanna be the son in this family,
I'll just move out.
Hey, can I help it if your dad thinks I'm bright?
[Goofy] Ow!
[P.J.] Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, Mr. G.
Oh, that's OK. Is there something wrong?
Do I look dumb to you?
No way, P.J. Here's dumb.
Ow. What's this?
-A chestnut. -Ugly.
Not too pretty on the outside, huh?
It's all spiny and dull-lookin'.
Yuck.
But come the right time,
shell falls off, and voila.
Look at it. Ah-hyuck!
It's chock full of good stuff
and handsome, too.
Ah-hyuck. You know what I mean?
Yeah, I think I do.
Well, hold on to that.
[laughs menacingly]
Well, lookie there.
[Wally] This is too good to be true.
Wally, this baby is fully loaded.
It'll bring us some serious cash.
[Wally] Easy pickings, Spud.
[Max] She's a beaut, huh?
Uh, yeah, great. We were just, uh...
Wonderin', uh, wonderin' about adding it to our dealership.
Ah, fellow car dealers.
Yeah, right. That's us.
You know, my partner and I were just talking about
going nation-wide with this baby. Let's talk.
Boy, is Pete going be proud of me.
Help!
-Max? -[Max] P.J.!
What have I done?
Dad, they stole the RV.
My 250 channels!
My transmission!
Listen, lady, I need your truck. I'll give you 500 bucks.
Hey, wait for me!
Floor it, Dad.
Look, uh, maybe we can work out a deal.
A lot of our distributors have very comfortable payment plans.
I'm sure there's a budget we can work out.
-I mean, really-- -For once, just shut your mouth!
I see 'em. Half a mile up.
-I'm goin' as fast as I can. -Whoa!
P.J., we gotta save Max.
But we can't go any faster.
Oh, yes we can.
[loud whinnying]
Oh, faster, Daddy, faster.
Yo, Wally, someone's tailin' us.
Just leave it to me.
Whoa!
[Pete] My boy!
We lost them.
I gotta save him.
Yeow!
Go see what that was.
OK, kid, what's all the--
Huh?
Come on out, kid.
It won't hurt so much.
[laughs menacingly]
What do we do now?
I know everything that's wrong.
Whoa!
My ice maker.
No, it's mine.
That's yours.
Max is ruining my baby!
Come out, you big-mouthed rat.
[computer beeps]
[loud rock music playing]
[screaming]
Whoa!
[radio static]
[P.J.] You're next, punk.
Who is this?
Your worst daydream.
What are those things?
Ask your dad.
Whoa! [screaming]
[gargling]
[grunts]
[screaming]
[both screaming]
Yep, that ought to be worth a merit badge.
[Peg] I told you that thing would fall apart.
We built her for luxury, pudding, not durability.
[Goofy exclaiming]
-[P.J.] You know how to drive? -Sure.
Just don't know how to stop.
You'll never reach 'em now.
Try the hand brake!
[both screaming]
[horns honking]
There's Las Vegas, dead ahead!
Oh, man, don't say "dead!"
[tires screeching]
Check it out. The RV show is here.
And Newt Wayneton.
[smoke hissing]
-Way to go, phony. -Nice goin', baloney.
[brakes screeching]
There they are.
I'm gonna simonize that little runt.
Hold on, Pete. This isn't Max's fault.
Oh, yes it is. Him and his big mouth.
Well, you taught him.
I--it doesn't matter.
He's gonna pay for this.
Every last nickel. Every last spark plug.
Absolutely, madam.
And not only can you park this baby like a compact car,
it's terrific at drive-in movies.
Yes, and such an elegant approach to negative space.
Definitely the winner for the best design.
[applause]
[cash register ringing]
Didn't know you had it in you, son.
Why, you remind me of... of me. Ha ha!
Who'd have thunk it? Ha ha ha ha!
Runs in the family.
Welcome back, Max.
Now what's this about chestnuts?
[laughing]
♪ Gimme a beat ♪
Yeah!