Goofus Gets It In the End
"The Police Commish after me?" Goofus thought as he trotted through the woods. "All I did was ask Rebecca to go to Disneyland with me so we could take a picture with Goofy. Then I gave Powell a couple of wedgies and some head noogies. What's wrong with that?"
He looked around to see if anyone was following him and no one was, so he stopped to pick some flowers.
"Hey Manning!" he heard from behind him.
"Uh oh," Goofus thought, "Here come da commish! Here come da commish!" With a little shuffle, he started off and promptly tripped over his own feet.
"Manning!" Bo Called, "Give yourself up!"
"No way Jose!" Goofus called back and pulled himself up. After tripping again, he managed to get back on his feet. He started to move through the woods again and soon came to a hill. He tried to jump it but alas, it was too high. By about 50 feet... and 3 inches.
"Oh darn, oh darn!" he cried, "How am I gonna get up there?!
He looked around and saw a twig lying on the ground. He propped it up against the hill and tried to walk up it like it was a bridge. The twig snapped under his feet and he tumbled to the ground again. He stood up, jumping up and down and wringing his hands.
Bo came from behind some trees pointing his gun at Goofus.
"Stay right there Manning! You're under arrest!"
"You poopy!" Goofus yelled and turned to the hill trying to climb it. He kept sliding down. He finally managed to get his footing and climbed several feet up.
"Get down from there!" Bo yelled, "Or I'll shoot."
Goofus turned around to yell, 'Oh yeah? I dare you!' at Bo and slipped. He hung onto the cliff, kicking his feet in the air and screaming like a woman.
"Help! Officer Bo! I'm falling!" he screamed.
"Give yourself up and I'll help you," Bo said, smiling.
"Okay!" Goofus reached into his pocket for the BB gun he was carrying. "I give up!" He took it out and threw it down at Bo's feet. Unfortunately for Goof, the guy went off.
"Yow!" he yelled. "My butt! I'm shot in the butt! Owee owee owee!"
He dropped down to the ground and held his sore backside while Bo radioed for back up.
The ambulance came and propped Goofus onto the stretcher with his rear sticking in the air.
"I would have gotten away," Goofus pouted as tears slid down his cheeks. He sniffled and snot bubbles popped in his nostrils.
'Sure you would've," Bo laughed. The paramedics tried not to laugh as they loaded him in the ambulance. And as they drove away, four words drifted from inside.
"Ow, my butt hurts!"
"The Police Commish after me?" Goofus thought as he trotted through the woods. "All I did was ask Rebecca to go to Disneyland with me so we could take a picture with Goofy. Then I gave Powell a couple of wedgies and some head noogies. What's wrong with that?"
He looked around to see if anyone was following him and no one was, so he stopped to pick some flowers.
"Hey Manning!" he heard from behind him.
"Uh oh," Goofus thought, "Here come da commish! Here come da commish!" With a little shuffle, he started off and promptly tripped over his own feet.
"Manning!" Bo Called, "Give yourself up!"
"No way Jose!" Goofus called back and pulled himself up. After tripping again, he managed to get back on his feet. He started to move through the woods again and soon came to a hill. He tried to jump it but alas, it was too high. By about 50 feet... and 3 inches.
"Oh darn, oh darn!" he cried, "How am I gonna get up there?!
He looked around and saw a twig lying on the ground. He propped it up against the hill and tried to walk up it like it was a bridge. The twig snapped under his feet and he tumbled to the ground again. He stood up, jumping up and down and wringing his hands.
Bo came from behind some trees pointing his gun at Goofus.
"Stay right there Manning! You're under arrest!"
"You poopy!" Goofus yelled and turned to the hill trying to climb it. He kept sliding down. He finally managed to get his footing and climbed several feet up.
"Get down from there!" Bo yelled, "Or I'll shoot."
Goofus turned around to yell, 'Oh yeah? I dare you!' at Bo and slipped. He hung onto the cliff, kicking his feet in the air and screaming like a woman.
"Help! Officer Bo! I'm falling!" he screamed.
"Give yourself up and I'll help you," Bo said, smiling.
"Okay!" Goofus reached into his pocket for the BB gun he was carrying. "I give up!" He took it out and threw it down at Bo's feet. Unfortunately for Goof, the guy went off.
"Yow!" he yelled. "My butt! I'm shot in the butt! Owee owee owee!"
He dropped down to the ground and held his sore backside while Bo radioed for back up.
The ambulance came and propped Goofus onto the stretcher with his rear sticking in the air.
"I would have gotten away," Goofus pouted as tears slid down his cheeks. He sniffled and snot bubbles popped in his nostrils.
'Sure you would've," Bo laughed. The paramedics tried not to laugh as they loaded him in the ambulance. And as they drove away, four words drifted from inside.
"Ow, my butt hurts!"