Goofy slammed his gloved hands on the polished table.
"I don't care that you can't find them, I want one hundred droopy green hats on this table by tomorrow or else..."
He laughed his comical laugh, but it had a menacing undertone that was understood by everyone in the room.
"Mickey's been keeping them from me, I just know it. He says I've lost it. I haven't lost it! Look, we'll fund some libraries and a few small companies and he'll ease up..." Goofy babbled to the suited creature beside him.
"We'll do what we can, sir." The creature affirmed.
"You ought to!" Goofy suddenly remembered his purpose, "Or I'll make my green hats out of your trousers!"
"Yes, sir." The unmoved group awaited his obnoxious laughter.
Eventually the laughter arose, and they were all dismissed. Goofy laughed on for hours before fading off. Perhaps his new business was what had led to Mickey stifling his supply of hats, but it was his business that was going to get them back.