"Happy Father's Day!" Max and Gosalyn exclaimed simultaneously as their fathers emerged from their tents in the early morning sunlight.

Drake, dressed head to webbed toe in his "True Outdoorsman" getup, made his way over to the picnic table where breakfast was spread out along the wooden surface. Goofy wasn't far behind, loping over with Launchpad to survey the vittles.

Plants from around their campsite had been carefully excavated and cooked or left raw depending on its composition and nutritional value. Eggs had been fried and sat next to juicy links of sausage and crispy strips of bacon, all of which Max had brought from home.

Drake studied the plants on the table and looked up at his daughter, a watery smile on his beak. "You paid attention during our hike yesterday."

Gosalyn nodded and was swept up in a crushing embrace a moment later, Drake saying, "We'll make a True Outdoors-person of you yet!"

She glanced back at Max, trepidation on her face but he just flashed her a thumbs up in support.

Out of everyone gathered together for the weekend, Gosalyn was the least outdoorsy. She'd protested to much of this trip in front of Max, but had put on a brave face when with their parents so as not to make them feel guilty for having dragged her somewhere she didn't want to be.

Max had planned the whole weekend as a father's day retreat since both Goofy and Drake were True Outdoorsmen at heart. Launchpad wasn't an outdoor enthusiast, but he did enjoy time spent outside and activities that accompanied it, so he had been a natural addition to the party. Especially as he had been Gosalyn's second parent throughout her life and Max had wanted to pay tribute to their relationship.

Goofy threw an arm around Max's shoulders, his grin stretching from ear to ear. "Looks mighty tasty, Maxie!"

"Dig in!" Max said, gesturing to the food.

That was all the invitation Launchpad needed before he was spooning food onto this plate. Goofy and Max sat down at the table, taking up their own plates, followed by Drake and Gosalyn.

As the group ate their breakfast, Drake told the table all about the plants they were eating; how good they were for you or the various remedies they could be used for. Every now and then, Max would lightly kick Gosalyn to wake her back up when she started to doze off. Each time she jerked awake, she'd look into her glass of spring water with disappointment, causing Max to smirk as he recalled their conversation from earlier that morning.

"I'd be more helpful if I could have some coffee," Gosalyn groused, rubbing her eyes and suppressing a yawn.

Max crouched over the fire, stoking it up to a hot enough level to cook on. "Only foods that can be found in nature this weekend."

"Technically, coffee does come from nature."

Grinning, Max glanced back at his half-asleep girlfriend. "Not the way you take it. Coffee creamer doesn't grow on trees."

Gosalyn just scowled and crossed her arms.

Max continued to nurse the fire. "I didn't bring any coffee. If you can figure out a way to make some from what's around you, then you can have it."

"I don't like this game." Gosalyn yawned and turned towards one of the dozens of the wooded trails that surrounded them. "But I will go exploring. Try to find something to wake me up."

"Don't wander too far off. Breakfast will be ready soon."

Gosalyn nodded and tottered off into the tree line.

She hadn't come back with coffee, but had picked a few plants for their breakfast, which Max gladly prepared with the rest of the food.

At the time, he'd been impressed with Gosalyn's wilderness know-how, but it seemed she'd picked it up from Drake the day before.

"What's on the agenda for today?" Drake asked, leaning back after eating his fill. Launchpad went in for the rest of the meat as Goofy polished off the eggs.

Max started clearing the dishes. "Gos and I thought we'd all go fishing and make dinner from whatever we catch."

"Oh, boy!" Goofy exclaimed, leaping up from his seat and heading over to the car to dig out his fishing gear.

"We'll need the raft," Drake called.

"I'll get it, DW," Launchpad said, rising from the table and following Goofy to the car.

"What do you remember about fishing, Gos?" Drake asked.

Gosalyn paused in gathering the empty dishes and screwed up her face in concentration. "It's all in the bait?"

"Oh, it's about so much more than bait," Drake said, standing on the bench and pulling out his fishing cap. Tugging it on his head, he started waxing poetic. "It's about the tranquility of nature, of connecting to one's inner spirit. It's about patience and the rewards that come from it. It's about learning from the land, following where the current leads and establishing a trust with the creatures under the water."

"So that you can cook them?" Gosalyn asked, piling the dishes into a crate. She'd wash them in the creek later when Max prepared their dinner.

Drake sighed, weary from what was clearly an age-old argument with his daughter. "Yes, we take fish from the lake, but we gave back to nature yesterday when we went and planted those saplings in the forest. It's all about balance."

"That sounds thrilling," Gosalyn bemoaned.

Max grinned. "I could teach you the Perfect Cast today. Change things up a little."

Gosalyn turned to Max. "The what?"

"The Perfect Cast!"Goofy said, returning from the car with his arms full of fishing gear which he dumped onto the now cleared picnic table. "Handed down through about twelve or thirteen Goof generations. I taught it to Maxie on the vacation where we met Mr. Powerline. It's a fishin'…."

"Stop, stop, stop," Drake said, staring at Goofy. "You met Powerline?"

"That 90's pop singer?" Launchpad asked.

"He's not just a singer, LP, he's a legend. An artist. Unparalleled in the music industry even today," Drake said.

"Dad's a big Powerline fan," Gosalyn explained with a smile.

"How could you not be?" Drake said. "He's a gift that we mere mortals have been blessed with."

"He's all I listened to in high school," Max said.

"He's all anyone listened to in high school," Gosalyn said.

"And you met him?" Drake asked, looking at Goofy. "How? When? Where?"

Goofy chuckled. "It's a funny story. Maxie had been actin' up in school…."

"Fishing!" Max said, grabbing two fishing poles in one hand and Gosalyn's hand in the other. "Plenty of fish in that lake just waiting to be caught!"

Goofy was a overzealous storyteller. Yes, the Powerline story was cool, but the details leading up to it? Like Lester's Possum Park where Max had an embarrassing tantrum. Or changing the map to go see Powerline while ignoring his father's carefully planned trip. Or lying to Roxanne. Or just talking about Roxanne in general in front of his current girlfriend's family. Not as cool.

"I want to hear the Powerline story," Gosalyn said, all of the sudden fully awake and listening to Goofy tell his audience, in rather embarrassing detail, about Max's Powerline performance at school that had landed him in the principle's office.

"I'll tell you the Powerline story as I teach you the Perfect Cast," Max promised. Where he wouldn't exaggerate the details. Maybe even skip over some of the more embarrassing parts.

Gosalyn glanced at him. "With the same details your father's gonna give?" She knew. Of course she knew. And called him on it.

He sighed. "It won't be with the same excitement, but I promise to tell you the whole thing."

Gosalyn considered the offer. She glanced between the fathers who were preparing their bucket of bait and fishing poles while Goofy reminisced about the past, then back to Max.

"Fine," Gosalyn said, grabbing two sets of waders as she allowed Max to lead her down to the water's edge. "But if I hear any missing details later, I'll ask your father to tell me the story himself over dinner sometime where you can't escape."

Max glanced back and smiled lightly. "Deal."