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!
[Max] Pow! Right in the midsection.
[P.J.] Whoa! Pile driver! He's got him!
[commentator] Mad Maddox has The Bulkin a Tibetan thigh twist.
-It looks bad for the champ. -[The Bulk screeching]
The champ won't take it lying down.
He performs his famous greasy cat backflip and escapes.
[crashes]
The Incredible Bulk has bushwhacked Mad Maddox.
Oh! He's applying the earlobe of agony grip.
I never knew human tissue could stretch that far.
[all exclaim] Wow!
Mm. Nothin' like a Saturday afternoon
of mayhem and munchies, huh, Goof?
Mm. Gotta hand it to ya, Petey.
You're a one of a kind kinda guy.
Nobody's got your kind of taste.
-[crunch] -[Pete screams]
Whoa!
Say there, Petey, you look a little peaked.
No offense, but it might be the food.
That last hot dog tasted a little off.
Excuse me, neighbor,
but don't you need to retreat to a neutral corner?
Uh, can't help it, Pete.
Wrestlin' makes me hungry.
Well, playin' dead would make you hungry.
This time, I'm gonna be first in line for chow.
Oh, that freeloader's eaten all our food.
I'm gonna starve to death in my own house.
There's fresh fruit and carrots in the crisper.
I want somethin' that's bad for me.
Who invited that garbage disposal anyway?
You and Goofy decided a long time ago
that watching Wrestling For Dollars
was a great way to spend time with the kids.
Well, I wish he just brought his eyes
and left his appetite home with his brain!
-[oven timer dings] -What's that?
The soft pretzels are done.
Soft pretzels? I love soft pretzels.
Time to show these spuds what eatin's all about.
-[Max] Gangway! Mmm! -[P.J.] Oh, boy! Pretzels!
Hold it! Help!
Oh, I could just cry.
[low growl]
What the--
Oh, no, you don't!
Let go of my pretzel, you waste of fur!
[babbling]
Let go of that, you little weasel.
[barking]
Why, I oughta--
[crash]
Hey, Petey, you gonna eat this pretzel?
No, no, say it ain't so.
How am I supposed to enjoy these wimps
on an empty tummy?
That's the Incredible Bulk, Pop.
He's the most awesome wrestler there is!
Awesome-shmawsome. You're talking to the guy
who was almost champ of his high school wrestlin' team.
The spuds I used to wrestle were real tough guys.
You used to wrestle? Totally cool!
Used to?
I could whip those jokers right now
with my liver spots tied behind my back.
Hey, sir, can you show us some of your old moves, please?
It'd be a pleasure.
You don't mind helpin' me show off, do ya, Goofy?
Well, I-- Whoa!
Thanks. In my day, we used the old clean and jerk.
Goof, you're the jerk...
Whoa!
Or the monkey wrench.
Yeow-ee!
My daddy's not afraid of anybody,
are you, Daddy?
Ha ha ha!
You can say that again.
[wrestler on TV] I want you, couch potato!
Hiya, Pete. Pegster made some pizza.
Want a bite?
Does no one appreciate you?
Are you a victim of disrespect?
Come down and step in the ring with me,
the greatest wrestling talent in the world!
[all] Unbelievable!
Gawsh. How'd ya like to wrestle that guy, Petey?
Uh... isn't there an ice-dancin' show
on the other channel?
Stay in the ring with me for three minutes,
and I'll let you rip my championship belt off my own spleen!
Whoa! Blow for blow with the Incredible Bulk--
just think, sir. You can make a wrestling comeback.
Yeah! Come on, Mr. P, you can whip him.
And in this corner, my very own daddy.
Now, now, now, pistolkins.
Don't make such a big deal outta this.
They probably have the match set up.
These things aren't real, you know, and--
what are you lookin' at?
Gosh, Daddy, you're not chicken, are you?
Hmm?
Myron, you can't do this.
Y-You're not leaving, you hear me?
But, Sparky, I got my restaurant to think about.
No, you don't.
Your contract says
that until somebody beats you fair and square,
you work for me, me, me.
And you wouldn't let just anybody beat you,
would you, M-Myron?
Nope. Wouldn't be right.
They gotta beat me fair and square.
Yeah, fair and square.
[laughs]
Stop thinkin' about your greasy spoon
and go work out with your sparrin' partners.
[sighs] Okey-doke, Sparky.
[Pete] Hello?
Anybody home?
Yoo-hoo!
Anybody home?
Guess I'm too late. Better get home.
Freeze, Buster! Can I be of some assistance?
This isn't where I sign up
for the challenge match, is it?
Absolutely! Just fill this out, Chuckles.
Heh heh heh!
Oh, let's see here.
Physical condition?
[inhales sharply] Perfect.
Ring experience?
Hmm, that's a tough one.
Ah! Married! That oughta do.
Ha ha ha!
[man screaming]
[man 2] [whimpers]
What was that? What's going on?
Nothin' to worry about, Chubby.
The Bulk's just warmin' up.
[nervous laugh] Oh, yeah, this is warmin' up.
Oh, height?
Well, tall. You know, Amazon-like.
Neck size?
Easy-- Big man double XL.
Chest?
[inhales sharply] Huge.
[man screaming]
Aah!
Huh?
[The Bulk growling]
Oh, mama.
[manager] Done yet, Dumbo?
Come on, Tubbo, we haven't got all day.
Um, I think I've changed my idiotic,
what-am-I-doin'-here mind.
Aw, that's too bad.
I better call an ambulance.
Ambulance?
The Bulk hates quitters.
I'll do it! I'll do it!
I knew you would.
You got everything here but your name.
You forget it or somethin'?
No, no. I remember it.
Heh heh. Yeah. I know it
like the empty shelves of my refrigerator.
It's Goofy. G-o-o-fy.
Oh, Goofy, pal, buddy of mine,
where are you?
Goof lips, are you home?
[Goofy] Come on in, neighbor.
Don't mind the mess.
Heh heh! Whoa!
Look out, Petey! Whaah!
Get your dishpan hands off me.
Whoa! Yeow!
Help!
-Oh, no! -Oh, no!
Oopsie!
Too much wax. Ah-hyuck!
Too much wax?
Why, I oughta--
You oughta what?
I oughta laugh this harmless fiasco off
like a good neighbor.
Ha ha ha!
Ah-hyuck!
Sorry I got food all over you, Pete.
Don't sweat it, Goof. That's why I came over.
To get food all over you?
No. To tell you about the foods you can eat for free.
I'm all ears. Ah-hyuck!
So you see,
it's sort of a tag team thingy-do.
While I wrestle,
Goofy competes in a contest called
"eat till you're beat".
-Radical, Dad! -Way to go, Mr. G!
It's gonna be real fun!
An eatin' contest--
that's my kinda fun.
I promise I won't let you down, Petey.
I know you won't, sucker-- uh, Goofster.
With all my experience,
I'll have you in top shape in no time.
You'd do that for me? Gawrsh!
Come on, Pop, we're gonna help, too.
Yeah!
We're all gonna be famous!
Something certainly smells funny about this.
That doesn't matter to Goofy, cashew.
He'll eat it anyway.
26...
27...
Attaboy, Pop!
Remember-- food is your friend.
Oh, brains and good-lookin', too.
No wonder my mama loved me.
Ha ha! Oh, Pete.
You can do it, Mr. G.
Don't quit now, Dad!
Go, go, go!
[panting]
Oh. All this trainin' is enough to wear a guy out.
[creaking]
[Pete] Pull!
Got it!
Ready, boys?
All set, Mr Pete.
[Pete] Pull!
Got it!
[Pete] Pull!
[Goofy] Got it!
That's what I call fast food.
Yes. I better find out what ol' jelly doughnut is up to
before it goes too much farther.
[Goofy groaning]
Gosh, Dad, are you all right?
All right? Of course he's all right.
Can't wait to train tomorrow, can you, Goof?
Well, I guess.
That's all very well,
but what are you gonna do for him in the meantime?
For him? I'm too busy doin' it to him--
uh, I mean with him-- to do anything for him.
You owe Goofy something nice for all the work he's done.
OK, OK. Whaddaya got in mind?
I don't know. What would you like, Goofy?
Well, I am kinda hungry.
[together] Hungry?
He ain't humanitary.
[Goofy] This here's my favorite place for a quick snack.
I love this joint.
[sniffing]
Smell that cookin'!
I've smelled gym socks more appetizing.
It smells simply...
Out of this world, Goofy. Thank you for sharing.
Wait till you meet Myron.
What's a Myron?
[Myron] Goofy!
Long time no feed, Goofy.
Oh! Oh, my, he's a big boy.
You gotta be big to get away with wearin' that apron.
This is Peg.
Enchante.
Oh! Ha ha!
Oh, you're right, Goofy.
This guy really cooks.
Hyuck! This is my best friend, Pete.
Say, don't you know me from someplace, Myron?
You like wrestling?
Love it.
Oh! Unh!
Then you've never seen me before in your life.
Hmm. Myron, huh?
Special of the day--
nuclear chili.
Is this stuff safe?
As long as you don't spill any in your lap.
This stuff always needs a little pepper.
Goofy, no! Not pepper!
Ah...
Choo!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Aah!
Ha ha ha!
Peter has a problem with too much pepper.
I noticed.
Guess we better get dessert to go. Ah-hyuck!
[Goofy] Thanks for the dinner.
You deserved it, didn't he, Peter?
Yeah, deserved.
The children and I can't wait
to see you and Pete in action.
Oh, golly, Pegster, I forgot to tell you.
No female women girl-types or rugrats
are allowed at this manly-type competition.
Oh, Peter, you're such a fooler!
I've already reserved front row seats.
Isn't that marvelous?
Nighty-night.
Front row seats!
That's swell, huh, Petey?
Oh, yeah.
That's just peachy.
[Pistol] And in this corner,
the Incredible Bulk's worst nightmare--
Roadkill!
Well, I must say
you've never looked more "Pete" in your life.
Do you like it, sir?
We stayed up all night
making it for you, Daddy.
Well, it sure...
Itches more than anything I've ever worn.
Don't be silly, Peter.
The suit doesn't itch. You do.
[panting] You guys aren't gonna believe this!
Presenting the scourge of convenience stores
the world over,
Goofy, the Golden Gullet.
Ah-hyuck!
How do I look?
Goofy, is that you?
Where'd you get all the squishy muscles, Mr. G?
These aren't muscles, Pistol.
These are my snack reserves
in case I get hungry between rounds. Ah-hyuck!
[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,
the moment you've been waiting for has arrived.
I guess the eating contest comes after the wrestling.
Yeah. Must be.
Wonder where they keep the food.
Don't worry, Goof.
You'll get your fill of this in no time.
[announcer] In this corner,
the finest wrestler on the planet earth--
the Incredible Bulk Brogan!
[cheering]
Boo! Hiss!
Throw the bum out!
My daddy's gonna kick tail!
And the challenger...
Oh, Pete, this is so exciting.
Goofy!
-Goofy? -Goofy?
Hey, that's me.
Go on, Goof. I guess they're gonna start with you.
Okey-doke.
This'll teach him to eat me outta house and hamsters.
Pete, what's going on?
I don't know, soup bone.
Goofy's gonna straighten it out.
Here I come!
Oopsie!
Ah-hyuck.
Whoa!
Oh, I knew you were up to no good!
Don't you realize your best friend
is gonna be ground into dog food?
Jeepers, Pegums.
Somebody musta... Goofed!
Heh heh ha ha!
Goofy?
Is that you, Myron?
Ah-hyuck! So this is your day job.
Wait--wait just a minute!
You promised to wrestle
till you lost fair and square,
so wrestle already, you big cheater.
Sorry, Goofy. I'm gonna have to beat
the living daylights out of you.
It's the right thing to do.
Oh, uh, well, OK, I guess. Whoa!
The Bulk has Goofy in his famous brisket squeeze.
Looks bad for the challenger.
But Goofy escapes
with the old pie-in-your-pants dodge.
What a move!
Huh? Uh-oh!
Shoe's untied, Myron.
Yeow!
[all] Awesome!
Ouch!
Ooh!
Oh, stop fussing.
Untied shoes can be dangerous.
Do you understand me?
If you don't help Goofy right this minute,
you'll be moving in with Chainsaw tonight.
What the...
He's beatin' the Bulk.
Hold still a sec, will you, Myron?
Myron?
Hey, it's that apron guy from the diner.
Stand aside, Peg.
I must assist my staunch companion.
Say what?
I always knew wrestlin' was a bunch of hooey.
I'm gonna be famous,
a whole new career--
Roadkill Pete, wrestling champ of the planet.
Oh, hiya, Petey.
Run along, Goofster. Have a little snack.
I'll handle this.
I am a professional, you know.
OK, Myron,
time to make you my blue-plate special of the day.
Hyah!
Ooh! Ahh!
Mmm!
Ooh! Whatta!
Hookah! Why, I--
Ooh! Hyah!
Hoo hoo hoo hoo!
[panting]
Uh-oh!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
[commentator] Oh, no! It's the cake-mix spin.
Attaboy, Petey.
Wear him down. Ah-hyuck!
Ooh! Ow! Ooh!
That's my favorite spine!
Now it's the peppermint twist.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Looks like the end, folks.
The Bulk's got him in the stuffed chicken wing--
a hold that has never been broken.
I think he's had enough, Myron.
I know, but I was hoping he'd beat me
so I could quit this business and run my diner in peace.
I got an idea.
Well, I do.
This oughta pepper you up.
Ah...
-Uh-oh! -Ah-choo!
Ah-choo!
He's pinned the Bulk.
He wins! He wins!
[spectators applauding]
Well?
Aren't you even gonna apologize to Goofy?
Apologize? I helped him do his friend a favor.
I'm a hero, see?
Hey, Roadkill! What are you doing sitting around?
You got work to do.
What work?
That work.
Those are the Bulk's other challengers.
You beat the Bulk, you fight them.
Says who?
Says the paper you signed, Goofy.
Ha! But I'm not Goofy. Tell him, Peg.
Oh, I couldn't do that, Goofy. [laughing]
You signed it. You do it.
No, no, no!
No, wait! This ain't fair.
Help! Mama!
So, uh, what's for dinner, Myron?
Anything you want, Goofy.
Anything you want.
-[blows landing] -[Pete] Oh! Ow! No biting!
Ow! Oh! Stop that! Help!
♪ Gimme a beat ♪
Yeah!