Hmm, hmm, hmm
Ohh!
Ugh!
- Ohh! Ohh!
Ow! Wow-hoo!|Yah-hoo-hoo-hoo-ee!
Yah! Whoo!
Yeah, dude!
Bobby, do that again,|but this time don't fall down.
- Aah!|- Whoo-hoo-wow!
Huh?
Do you realize going off|to college means no more...
well-meaning but totally smothering,|overprotective,
doting, ah-yucking dads?
Yeah, well,|yours at least.
My dad's been counting down|the days until he can turn|my bedroom into a bowling alley.
Hey, we have a surefire way|to shoot straight to the top|of the freshman heap.
The College "X" Games!
First freshman team|to win it all!
First team to boot those|number one Gammas on their boot-tays!
Huh! The Gammas|may be five-time winners,
but I hope they're ready|for a losing streak!
Let's beat the Gammas!|Let's do it to it!
Woo-woo-woo-woo!
Gawrsh, Pete, one day|you're changin' their diapers,
and the next thing|you know...
they're all grown up|and leavin' for college.
Well, Goof,|the way I see it,
it's my last night of baby-sitting,|and I'm a free man!
Oh, yeah! Ha-ha!|Free, free, free, I tell you!
Yah-hoo! Ha-ha!|Come on, son.
I can't miss you|if you won't leave!
- Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!|- Yeah, free.
Hey, why don't you get the boys?|Food's almost ready.
It's time to sere|these little babies now.
Ha-ha-ooh!
Nice rasta, pasta,|Maxman.
Ooh, Maxie's pretty good|at that boardin' stuff.
He is totally gonna kill|at college.
Huh?
- Yeah! Yes!
Listen, son, that there|"X" Games fiddle-faddle...
may be all well and fun,
but remember, you're going off to|college to make something of yourselves.
- Exactly.|- You'll get a degree,
and the world|will be your clam.
Uh, oyster, Dad?
No, thanks.|I'm saving room for weenies.
Now, let me show you|exactly what I mean.
Oh, no, not|the old horseshoe lecture.
You see, tossin' horseshoes|is a lot like how life works.
Sorr, Pete.
Uh, like I was sayin'...
It's about|staying focused on your goals.
Right. You see,|ever once in a while...
life gives you an important|tossin' opportunity.
Like, uh, well...|college, for instance!
If you want|that dee-ploma,
you gotta fix both eyes on it|like it was this here horseshoe stake.
And with the proper|"consecration"...
and follow-through,
Throw it, will ya!
You should hear the clang|of a ringer!
Yah-hoo-hoo-hoo!|A ringer!
See, Maxie?|You've just gotta stay focused.
- Huh?|- Hey, Goof,
- it's gettin' cold already.
Save a weenie for me!
Hey, Peej, isn't ten hot dogs enough?|Pass 'em over here.
Ooh, I can't wait|to get out of here.
Here, let me|help you pack.
Dad, I can do that.
I sure hope so. I'm not gonna be there|at college to pick up after you.
In fact,|it's gonna be a long time...
before you see|your old man again.
What, maybe Christmas?
Ah, Dad,|it'll go by fast.
Not too fast, I hope.
It's time to take charge,|live your own life.
You're a grown man now,|Maxie-Poo.
I'm not takin' ol' Stuffed Bear|to college, Dad!
- Sure you are.|- No.
What are you talkin' about?|You love Stuffed Bear.
- Come on. You're gonna need him.|- I'm not kidding!
- No!
Well, then,
I got somethin' else|for you.
- Son,
I want you to have this.
Oh! It weighs|like a ton!
I bet it's one of those combo|TV/CD/VCR/Laptop/Scanner/Fax|things, right?
Oh, man,|they are so cool!
- Too stunned to speak, huh?|- No, just stunned. What is it?
This was my father's.
And now, son,|it's yours.
Thanks, Dad.|This means a lot to me.
Oh, listen,|I'm gonna turn in.
You know, big day tomorrow.
- Good night, Dad.|- Good night, son.
Ah-yuck.
Ah-yuck.
Did you brush your teeth?
Yeah, Dad.
- Comb your hair?|- Yep.
- Did you put on clean underwear?|- Dad!
- Come on, Max!|- Oop! Gotta go!
But, Max...
Ooh!
- Goin' already?|- Gotta get there early for|freshman orientation. See ya.
What about breakfast?
- You need your three squares|a day, you know.|- Don't worr.
We'll pick up donuts on the way.|Love ya! Miss ya!|See you at Christmas! Bye!
Don't forget to have some milk|with those... donuts.
Don't forget to have some milk|with those... donuts.
Good-bye,|my little college man.
- Gawrsh.
Doot-doot-doot-doot
Doot-doot-doot
Okay, dude, south.
Un, no, wait. I mean... I don't know,|man. Do I look like Magellan?
- P.J., you couldn't spell Magellan.|- Tr hangin' a Louie.
No, no. Wait.|That's the other Louie.
Louie, Huey, Dewey?|What're you talkin' about?
Yo, it's right here.|This way.
Yeah, Peej,|Bobby's right.
Hey, Bob, um,|who's drivin'?
Aaah!
Check it out!
Gentlemen, I welcome you|to the first day...
of the rest|of our lives.
Wow.|That's pretty deep.
Did you get that off a bumper sticker?
Yo. I spy the Gamma house,|which means...
that dude right there|is the one, the only...
Bradley Uppercrust the Third!
Whoa!|The College "X" Games king!
Yeah, until we take the crown.
Let's play ball, Dad.
Max.
- Hiya, Dad.|- Maxie.
Mr. Goof!|An assembly line is for assembling.
Stop daydreaming|and get back to work... or else!
Oh-oh-oh-oh!|Ohh! Wah!
Oh, no!|Look out!
Yah-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Ooh!
Ooh!
Goofy!
I warned you!
You're fired!
Huh?
Oh. Wow!
Great air, Max-a-million!|Ha-ha-ha-ha-hah!
Maxie!
Yeah!
- Look at that guy go. Oh, my gosh!|- I can't look at anything else.
Whoa! Did you see that?
Well, well, well.
Look what the freshman cat|dragged in, baby. Some new meat.
Hey, easy, big fella.|That new meat looks like Gamma material.
Let's check him out.|Gammas, roll!
Ugh!|Ta-da
Check it out.
Look who's|following us.
Let's just make sure it stays that way.
Grande cap, extra foamy, hold the whip,|cinnamon dust, biscotti side.
- Iced double-tall, percent cap.|We have any scones?|- We got two.
You guys grab a table,|I'll grab the java.
Life.
Life is like a lime.
Hmm.|It's tart and tangy.
Sweet.|Ooh, so sublime.
Quiet, speechless like a mime.
Bold and noisy|like a crime.
- Don't you dare waste my time,|'cause life can stop...
- Don't you dare waste my time,|'cause life can stop...
On a dime.
Bravo! Bravo! Encore!
Author,|Arthur Miller!
Suddenly|I'm feelin' dizzy...
with emotion.
Check it out, Bradley.|He's over there.
I'm gonna go give him|a Gamma welcome.
- Ahh!|- Ooh. I'm sorr, I, l...
No, no, no. No.|It's, uh, all right, really.
I'd wager that|if you were on a skateboard,|you wouldn't have spilled a drop.
You'd win that bet.
It's my best event.|Hi. I'm Max.
Bradley.|Bradley Uppercrust the Third.
- Ah, yes,
my right-hand man,|Gamma Brother Tank.
The pleasure's all mine,|baby.
Welcome aboard, little tyke.|You're class, the high kind.
Max, we have won ever|College "X" Games competition...
since the beginning.
And we have decided to make you|our first draft pick.
Lucky you, huh?|What do you think of that?
No way.|You want us to be Gammas?
Ha! You guys,|you hear that?
- We're gonna be part...|- Hold on, pal.
This reservation's|only for one.
Oh, well, I'm sorr, but P.J.,|Bobby and I are in this together.
It's all of us,|or none of me.
Max, Max, Max.
You don't wanna be weighed down|by those clowns, do you?
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.
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.
- Whoo-ha-ha!|- Adios, compadre.
Not bad. Looping out|with a devil flip to a head butt.
- He's up and ready to rip!
Looks like Brother Goof|needs a boost.
And a huge triple flip|on the quarter pipe.
Fifty-fifty slide uphill|to a flip.
Wow-hoo!
What a lip slide|to a hand-plant! Whoa nelly!
Skating with the speed of a cheetah,|that is gonna be time for Goofy.
Oh, what a show!
That's right, Chuck. Looks like|the new kid in town is no match...
for the unbeatable Gammas|and their newest member...
Goofy!
Let's see what the judges|have to say.
Perfect tens across the board!
Except for the German judge.|Nine on that one.
Wow!|Blown away by his own dad.
Hey, quiet!|I'm trying to concentrate here.
It's Max's time to skate.
And... here he goes!
Ooh! Starts out big|with a half cam across the box jump.
Ooh! Ahh!
Losing his balance|to a knee slide.
That is going to hurt his score|unless he does something big!
Okay, comin'|to the quarter pipe.
Tail-grabs to a lip slide|on the rail to...
- Oh, that has got to hurt.
Come on, Max,|get up!
He's okay!
Let's see|if he can end strong.
Quick flip into|a one-handed stall.
This is a new one.|I have never seen this move, folks!
It's back down into the transition.|Sit 360.
And... time!
Wowee!
With barely above|a six-point average,
Team 99 just makes it|to the semifinals...
by the skin of their teeth!
Relax!|It's okay, man. We're in!
- Get real!|- Goofy! Goofy!
Witness, gentlemen,|victor is ours.
And most importantly,|we taught our little freshmen foes...
not to mess|with the Gammas.
- Goofy! Goofy!|- Maxie!
- Goofy! Goofy!|- Hey, Maxie?
Maxie! I've been lookin'|all over for you, son.
Where you been?|I can't tell you how sorr I am.
Save your breath!|You may have won this time, but, Dad...
Oh! This campus just isn't|big enough for the both of us.
I didn't mean for it|to turn out this way.
I was just tryin'|to get closer to ya.
Don't you get it?|I'm trying to get away from you!
I'm not a little kid anymore! Now just|leave me alone and get your own life!
Good morning, people.
It would appear that it is time|to start. You may open...
Oh, Mr. Goof.
- Nice of you to join us today.|- Huh?
Oh, yeah.|Right.
You may open your envelopes and begin.
Let's not have|any wandering eyes.
Hello, world|There's a song that we're singing
Come on, get happy
A whole lot of lovin'|is what we'll be bringin'
We'll make you happy
We had a dream|We go traveling together
We'll spread a little lovin'|And we'll keep movin'on
Something always happens|whenever we're together
We get a happy feeling|when we're singing a song
Traveling along there's a song|that we're singing
Come on, get happy
A whole lot of loving|is what we'll be bringing
We'll make you happy
We'll make you happy|We'll make you happy
Yah-hoo-hoo-hoo!
You're fired!
I notice you don't have|a college degree.
Come on, son. I can't miss you|if you won't leave.
Whoa!
- Get your own life!
Huh?
- Get your own life!|- Huh?
Leave me alone|and get your own life!
- Pencils down.
I said, pencils down.
Wait a minute.|I'm not finished!
It's over, Mr. Goof.
- Oh, Pete!
What am I gonna do now?
Oh, look, Goof,|it's no big deal.
All that book learning|doesn't prepare you for doodly-squat.
It's useless|in the real world.
Ha!|All them square roots,
and circumnavigating|and circumference and... bah!
It's all "garbology."|Lookie here.
If you know that four quarters|adds up to a simoleon, you'll survive.
Anyone who tells you|anything different...
is priming your pump.
Take it from me, pal.
If you want that diploma,
you gotta fix both eyes|on it...
like it was this here|horseshoe stake.
That's it!|I lost my focus!
I gotta get back there|and straighten things out.
Focus!
Did I miss something?
Hey, I know you!|Aren't you...
Yeah. Max.
Goofy's son!|Ahh! He is rad!
Hmm?
Do you ever wonder why|we're always like... wearin' gloves?
Grande cappuccino.|Make it a double.
Hey, Max!
- Grande cap, double it.|- Be here now, bro!
We thrive on the singularity|of the you that is one...
with your selfness.
That's just the|new P.J. "speak" for...
"Where you been,|buddy?"
I've decided this school's|only big enough for one Goof.
I'm transferring|outta here.
- Excusez-moi moi?|- Wait a minute!
Hold it, Max! That means|you can't be on the "X" Games team.
Exactly. You don't want me on the team,|anyway. I lost in my best event!
Ah, c'mon! Hey, Maxman!|That was a one-time freak-fest.
You can beat any|of those losers any day.
I've already decided.|I'm outta here.
Max, Max, Max.|Admit defeat,
and defeat will surely admit you|into permanent custody, my man.
If I can't even beat my father,
who is probably the most|athletically-challenged man|in the universe,
how can you expect me|to beat the other competitors?
We're starting in last place|because of me!
That never|stopped us before!
You wanna give that Gamma geek|Bradley the satisfaction|of knowing he forced us out?
Well... no.
You wanna let the crowd who once cheered|for you cheer for someone else?
- Especially when that someone else|is your old man?|- No!
Are you gonna be|someone else's towel boy?
No!
- Together we can do it!|- You're right!
We can still beat 'em!|Let's whip those Gammas!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!|Mission: Possible!
Let's do it to it!
Boys... will be boys.
Hmm. Stands me up.
Doesn't call me, doesn't apologize,|doesn't write to me.
He could send me|a little note, something. Hmph.
- Sylvia, l... Oh, if you'd let me, l...|- Shh.
No talking in the library.
Oh, gawrsh, Sylvia.
I really care|about ya.
Well, gee! If a certain someone|truly cared about another someone,
you would think that|the certain someone would show up|for a certain special dinner,
or at least apologize|for not showing up,
or even call or something!
Ohh! You're right.|I'm so sorr.
I let my head|get so filled up with fiddle-faddle,
that I plumb lost track of everything|that's important to me.
- Counting you!|- Oh!
Can you ever forgive me?
Oh, how can I|not forgive you?
Oh, Sylvia, I gotta get my grades up,|and quit those dumb ol' Gammas.
- And most important...|- Shh.
And most important, get my son back.
Well, what|are we waiting for?
- I've got a yearnin'|for some learnin'. Ah-yuck!|- Ah-yuck!
Huh?
Sylvia?
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Come on,|you can do it.
- I don't wanna lose this good thing|- Go, go!
You're everything I've got
If I do|I would surely
Surely lose a lot
'Cause your love|is better
Than any other I know
It's like thunder|Lightning
- The way you love me is frightening|- Let's do it!
You better knock|on wood
Baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
You better knock|on wood
Oh!|Oh, you did it!
You did it!|Look! All A's.
- Whoa?
Oh, I am just so proud|of you, Goofy.
Let's go celebrate.
Oh, you know I'd love to,
but I got a few more things|to take care of.
So, you see,|I have to quit the team.
- Excuse me?|- You what?
- No way!|- What is he talking about, huh?
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.
That's right, Chuck.
Congratulations, Dad.|Here.
Gawrsh, son,|what's this?
You gotta open it|to find out.
But... this is yours.
No, Dad.
This is for you.|Read the inscription.
"I might not be|your little boy anymore,
but I'll always be|your son."
Okay, okay, "hugfesters."
Free eats|back at the dorm-a!
Pizza!
Double cheese-a!
Mmm-mmm.|Scrumptious!
- Come on, Dad. Let's feast.
Sorr, son, but|I kinda got plans of my own.
I'm really gonna miss you.
Sure, it was rough for us|at the start,
but, well, it turned out to be a pretty|cool thing, you here at college with me.
But now it's over and we'll go on|with our own lives and...
- You didn't tell him yet?|- Didn't tell me what?
I wanted|to surprise him.
Son, guess what!|I got me a job here on campus.
But you...
- So I could be close to you!|- But I thought you were...
- You told me you were gonna...|- Just kidding.
He is so goofy!
- What do you say we go for...|- A picnic?
Ah-yuck.|Then maybe even a...
Walk on the beach?|I'd love to.
You know,|somehow I knew you would.
Ah-yuck!
- Do you remember that day|- That sunny day
When you first came my way
I said no one|could take your place
- And if you get hurt|- lf you get hurt
By the little things|I say
I can put that smile|back on your face
And it's all right|and it's coming on
We got to get it right back|to where we started from
Love is good|Love can be strong
We gotta get it right back|to where we started from
Yeah|Come on, babe
A love like ours
Can never fade away
You know it's only|just begun
Yeah, baby
- You gave me your love|- Gave me your love
I just can't stay away, no
I know you are|the only one
And it's all right|and it's coming on
We gotta get it right back|to where we started from
Love is good|Love can be strong
We gotta get it right back|to where we started from
Whoo
Uh-huh
There you be
Waitin' till you come back
Yeah, yeah
We can get it back|Get it back
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
And it's all right|and it's coming on
We gotta get it right back|to where we started from
Love is good|Love can be strong
We gotta get it right back|to where we started from
And it's all right|and it's coming on
We gotta get it right back|to where we started from
Love is good|Love can be strong
We gotta get it right back|to where we started from
And it's all right|and it's coming on
We gotta get it right back|to where we started from
I study nuclear science|I love my classes
I got a crazy teacher|He wears dark glasses
Things are goin' great|and they're only gettin' better
Yeah, I'm doin' all right|I'm gettin' good grades
The future's so bright|I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades
I got a job|waitin' for my graduation
Fifty thou a year|Can't wait till it's here
Things are goin' great|and they're only gettin' better
I'm doin' all right|I'm gettin' good grades
The future's so bright|I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades|Yeah
Well, I'm heavenly blessed|and worldly wise
I'm a cyberspace techie|with X-ray eyes
Things are goin' great|and they're only gettin' better
Yeah, I'm doin' all right|I'm gettin' good grades
The future's so bright|I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades
Ow, ow, ow
I study nuclear science|I love my classes
I got a crazy teacher|He wears dark glasses
Things are goin' great|and they're only gettin' better
Yeah, I'm doin' all right|I'm gettin' good grades
The future's so bright|I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades
Oh, oh, oh, yeah