Goofy and Max were in their yard, grabbing various fruits and chucking them at each other as they were going around in circles. Pete and PJ looked over their fence as they were wondering what was going on.
"GOOFY!" Pete exclaimed angrily as he busted his stomach through the fence, walking towards Goofy and grabbing him by the shirt. "What the hell are you doing?"
Goofy just laughed as he raised his arms in the air. "Ah-yuck! I was just raising the roof with my son, Max! We just stopped a pirate kidnapping."
"Yeah, and it was the boopinest pirate beat down ever!' Max stated as he punched and kicked randomly, because he was a goof.
PJ laughed as he ran up to Max, moving his arms up and down like a seagull. "Wow, Max, that sounds so cool!"
"Well, me and PJ are not interested in your shenanigans." Pete interrupted as he grabbed Max and headed back to his side of the yard.
"Hey Pete! Best wishes and goof hawk yourself! Ah-yuck!" Goofy exclaimed as he waved, tumbling backwards as he then began rolling down the hill, screaming. "EEEIIIHOOHOOHOOHOOIIEE!"
Max gawked in disbelief as he ran after his rolling dad, with Pete rolling his eyes as PJ was in distraught, wanting to go along with Max.
But he wasn't allowed because he wasn't a goof. And like father, like son, the Goof Troop always sticks together.