Chapter 2: Passion of the Max

Goofy and Max (and "Eye to Eye") are owned by Walt Disney Company. Tiny Toon Adventures (and theme song) are the property of Warner Brothers.


Buster, Babs, and Plucky made their departure. The travel was made underground, such stealth predicting an act of espionage and sabotage in the most cliché fashion. And the fact that the majority were rabbits was part of the reason too.

Plucky followed Buster and Babs as they toiled through the tunneling, which suited his laziness just fine. The duck massaged his fingers in a diabolical expression of acting. Now would be the perfect revenge on Max Goof! It had to be the perfect punishment for the crime he committed. Sure, Max walloped the teach and looked the other way as his goons beat the bacon out of Hampton, but that no-good demon spawn strangled the feathers out of him! It was a perfect excuse to wreak vengeance, better than that Goof-worshipper Buster's reasons. Perhaps Buster should be calling himself Buster Goof!

Plucky's self-centered views aside, the accusation on Buster's admiration was somewhat true. For Buster, Bugs Bunny was his mentor hands down. But he looked up to Goofy as well. Goofy was less this unattainable idol and more down-to-earth. Someone he could talk to without feeling this 'I am not worthy to kiss your boots' reverence he got whenever he went to Bugs. The guy also was happy to know Buster, giving him praise more times than his mentor had done. Even if the praise was made in comparison to Goofy's son Max, Buster was okay with it. He thought the son would be as cool as his father. But Buster now found the comparisons truly wrong. Unlike Max, he would never hit Goofy, not even for a $100 million contract for his own series (with 50 percent royalties in merchandise, video & TV rights, and spinoffs). His disdain was added by Babs' information from PJ. That attack was the season finale to one long storyline of how Max treated his father. Buster agreed not to make this a cliffhanger. "Max is in need of one major attitude adjustment, and I have the tools."

Soon, the pair reached their spot. Instantly, the bunnies and the duck popped out of the ground. Before them was the Gammas Fraternity. From the sounds of it, the boys were celebrating. The idea on what Max might be celebrating was conspicuous to them, which made the urge for a comeback all the more demanded. They looked left, right, and forward. "The coast is clear."

"Except for what's behind us," Plucky noted the dark figure lurking behind them...


The rest of the gang had settled in the hotel. Sylvia joined them, applying a cold pack to Goofy's blackened eye. "Oh my poor Goof."

"Aw, it- ouch!- don't hurt that much," Goofy did his best to prove it.

But Sylvia was not undaunted. "I cannot believe Max would hurt you like this!"

Believe, Calamity Coyote expressed with a raised some more. Furthermore, it's likely that Max had a lot to do with the mischief against us, such as the sawed-off oars and Elmyra's buzzer.

The boy certainly knows how to speed-write, Sylvia complimented to herself.

"Oui oui," Fifi made her words sting for anyone in denial. "Monsieur Max is revolting, duplicitous- how shall you say it?- dirtbag!"

Goofy shook his head against such an accusation. "It weren't his fault. It was an accident." As ever, he took the responsibility of his offspring. Whenever his son got angry at him, Goofy would always see it based on his own wrong. Last year it was Goofy's fault that Max told him to get out of his life. If he had just stopped being selfish and give his son his own space by going to a different college, than those horrible words would never happened. The same feeling came now. Goofy tried his best not to bother his son this time. On planning to visit Max again, Goofy made sure he got his son's approval. So he sent a letter and waited a week for Max to give him some sort of answer. He thought that no reply meant there being no problem. Again he was wrong.

"Affirmative," Shirley added to Max's vindication over the Plucky issue. "Like, I've knocked some sense into Plucky, myself." However, that didn't mean she liked seeing anyone else do it, not even the teach's own son.

Goofy was unmoved. So Shirley quickly tried to relieve his problems with words. Fifi rolled her eyes to what was going to be one trance-like monologue, bearing some extreme psycho-babble that only a new wave loon like herself could understand. Indeed, what Shirley said was hard sailing for everyone else, even the learned Calamity and Sylvia. "And like, when you consider your aura and- Dad, help me…- in its many complexities in the transfer of time and space…."

Shirley's sudden swing of mood- not to mention voice- caught the attention of all. "Now that was a very nice impression of Max!" Goofy congratulated the Loon.

Fifi was more serious. "I doubt zat was an impersonation, Monsieur Goofy."

Shirley shook her head. "Wow, I just got one mondo vibe."

"I don't understand," Sylvia was confused.

Goofy found himself more understanding. "Shirley's one of those mediums that ain't rare or well done." His calm enlightenment changed to shock. "Did you really say what Max said?"

Shirley nodded. "I must be channeling something from Max."

Goofy showed puzzlement. "Max is on TV?"

"No, it's, like, got some real mental cry of help." Shirley then took out her crystal ball. She peered onto it, her curious face bearing more unease. "Oh gross!" Her face grew concerned. "Max is like in peril!"

"Lemme see!" Goofy grabbed the ball. He gasped. "Maxie is in trouble! I can see it now!" Actually he could not. Goofy was just seeing his distorted reflection on the ball, and his worried look made the sight even worse. "I've gotta help him!" He turned to Calamity. "Remember when I went to Elmyra's house and was missing for days?"

Calamity gestured a salute of understanding. He took out a device: The Goof Detector. Its activation created a consistently beep: Hyuck, Hyuck, hyuck, Hyuck, Hyuck…


Max didn't really give much of a reaction to things. Not to the Gammas bearing black robes as if this were some sacred ceremony. Not his own clothes being pulled off his body. Not even when his bottom received a severe beating with a paddle twenty times. The comfort of sitting down was probably forever denied him.

Still held down, Max felt his head pressed also. He could see Lucrezia bearing an electric razor with clippers. "Isn't this romantic, Max? I get to give you a shave!" And with glee she proceeded to clip the hair off Max's head. Soon the resemblance of his bald noggin to his father's was clearly evident.

And still Max reacted to nothing.

Some of the pledges were granted ketchup bottles and asked to draw on Max. Only one resisted and ran away, but the majority followed through, lining Max's body with red sauce. Soon Max resembled a victim from a Mutilator movie.

Finally the ketchup-riddled, under-wear Max sat uncomfortably onto a stool. A red towel was thrown on his shoulder and back. Above his bald head a paper crown was planted. It soaked with the red drops running on Max's stoic face.

"All hail Gamma Maximus!" The Gammas screamed their familiar cry, this time with a tone both mocking and cruel.

Oh well, Max thought. He had missed hazing when he was first initiated into the Gammas. It was about time they did it now. And they were still cheering him on!

And reader, if you just read the previous paragraph, you might have an idea about Max's present state of mind. One has to look at the facts: he had abandoned everyone dear to him for the Gammas. Now he has learned that not only they have turned against him, but his entire popularity was one big fat joke! The consequences of such a situation- that all his sacrifices were for nothing, that all he yearned for had been a lie - was a very troubling thing to accept. So the best way to deal with it was to take a big pill of denial. So Max continued to look on in a daze. They were all laughing and smiling. Even Lucrezia was laughing, an emotion he never really saw from her. Max blushed that she was seeing him in his underwear.

And among the good-natured revelry there stood that no good Bradley. What was he doing here? Max wondered. He had an idea, but he preferred not to touch it. It felt rather scary to do so.

"Ironic isn't it?" Brad looked like a child taking devilish glee ripping a girl's doll. "You opposed us because we wouldn't include your loser friends. And then look what happened? You dumped your loser friends for us! Only we don't want you anymore!"

"I said it better, Bradley," Xander began a performance with words he gave Max months ago, "Um, Max, I think it's clear that PJ and Bobby are jealous of you. They cannot bear you exceeding to a level they can't follow. They want you to stay at their level of mediocrity. You don't want to stay that way, do you? It's PJ and Bobby's loss, not yours. You don't need them." His underplaying went the other way in a degree of mirth. "And the moron fell for it, line, hook, and sinker! What a brainless puppet!"

Max ignored such words. Xander was just joking and he was getting better in humor.

And his best friend added some more praise. "But it was you who did the best, my dear," Xander held Lucrezia's hand and kissed it.

Lucrezia gave an icy smile mixed with distaste. "And it was such hard work, convincing this Goof that I actually loved him. Ick! To act like whatever inane thing he did turned me on." She turned her gaze to more comfortable territory. "You on the other hand…" she kissed Xander.

Max was stung, though not in a serious way. Hey, watch it Xander! Max spoke to himself. Don't get any ideas about stealing my girl!

Brad clapped his hands. "Bravo, Milady." He returned his attention to Max. "You know, I do wish I waited until the end of the school year to do this. The bigger the rise, the bigger the fall." His gentlemanly tone was tinged with an inner hostility. "But you had to humiliate the Gammas by losing the competitions with those kids! I had no choice but to step out from the shadows. Oh well, things worked well, didn't they? And by coincidence, it happened after you burned your last bridge." He strutted around his fool. "Poor poor Max. No friends. No girl. No popularity. Only an idiot would love somebody like you. By the way, how is your father?"

And a sudden discomfort fell onto Max. For the first time, reality crept into his la-la-land of denial. He veered to some unwelcome territory. His brain seeing and hearing things. Bust this, Buster! His cry followed by the sound of his hand hitting someone he should not hit. Oh well…it was bound to happen, Max realized. Just like Xander said.

"My dad would disown me if I lifted a finger against him…" Brad gave a disapproving stance to Max.

"Don't worry about the old man, Brad." Xander beamed his smile that was once believed to be friendly, but now was full of sinister intent. "Goofy has those kids. They accept him, unlike Max here. Did you hear that, Max? I'm afraid that your dad has replaced you for something better. You are obsolete."

And Max's insides started to chill at the unmistakable truth. Denial was losing its potency. But he still kept his complacent face. And Bradley, for all his higher position, was the one losing his cool in his failure to break Max's.

Punch came down the stairs with a box. "Look at what we have here!" He cheered. Max recognized some of the items in it. One was a skateboard. His skateboard. Xander took an axe and chopped it in one blow. He was cheered. Brad took out a trophy. He smiled, than dropped it. The object broke in half, its pieces kicked aside. There came a mocking cry of discipline. "Shame, shame on you!" they snickered. Block removed a signed baseball. Max's dad got that for him during the trip to Lake Destiny. He spit on it, rubbing off the signature.

Xander pulled out a small picture, crying like a wolf. "Who's the babe?"

Max found the struggle increase. That 'babe' was the mother he never knew! And with this rare piece, Xander walked to the fireplace. Max's hair stood as the photo was removed from its frame. Suddenly, a hooded Gamma snatched the picture from Xander's hand. This Gamma was a tall one, one who was probably drunk, as noted by his problem with balance. This person turned his back from Max, facing the flames. When Max saw him in front again, there was nothing in his hands!

And Max made a small gasp, which could be mistaken for a yawn. To everyone else there was a great roar of applause. Like a cat in frenzy, his eyes darted to Bradley laughing, his best friend Xander laughing, his girlfriend Lucrezia laughing! And it poured into Max's ears, rolling through his ignorance like a steam roller. This was not some harmless prank. He was not being hazed and embarrassed in good humor by his buddies. He was being humiliated, played for a fool by a bunch of scumbags!

Bradley fought against his mirth, trying to win some satisfaction. "Oh, why don't you cry?"

Max faced him with a stare of lucid shock.

This set Brad off. "Cry!" He threw his fist. It was the last thing Max saw before everything went black. As his consciousness failed, a desperate cry ringed in his head. Dad, help me…

"Oh dear," Brad made an apology worthy of a hypocrite. "All this excitement put Max to sleep." More laughter sounded from the group, who decided to continue throwing more of Max's possessions into the fire. The same hooded creep who put the photograph of Max's mom in its place joined in. He pulled out this huge plastic jar. Acme's Empire-size Popcorn Bowl. That too fell into the flames. And a sudden explosion of kernels popped out like bullets from a machine gun. The Gammas turned away from the onslaught, which grew and grew.

The culprit removed his robes, or more precisely, their robe. Formerly atop the other, Buster Bunny and Plucky Duck separated and ran straight for Max's unconscious form. They untied his hands, and began to lift him.

The popcorn grew numerous and the space around it grew more limited. Some Gammas became buried in its onslaught. Xander was making an escape when a hooded Gamma grabbed him. "Hey, Grima Wormtongue!" He cried out, removing his hood.

Xander paused at the impostor. It was Pete Jr.! "What are you doing here?" he shouted.

"Being a bro!" In truth PJ's doughy stature was probably no match for the lean and chiseled Xander, but the former took the precaution of kicking the guy between the legs. Xander painfully knelt to the floor before the victor. "That's what Max's real friend would do!" PJ capped his success with truth.

Meanwhile, Buster and Plucky carried Max away. "Door No.1: Gammas!" cried Buster. They turned around. "Door No.2: More angry Gammas! And popcorn behind us!"

"Is it too late to get an application?" Plucky gasped nervously at their problem.

Suddenly, a chainsaw tore through the wood around the three, forming a circle. Bunny, Duck, and Goof fell to the basement. The impact startled Max back to consciousness. He awoke to see a homicidal maniac bearing a chainsaw. He screamed.

The 'maniac' removed her mask, revealing Babs. "Fooled you good!"

As Max began to get more awareness, he recognized the people around him. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting outta here!" said a familiar voice. Max was astonished to see PJ dropping from a hole in the ceiling.

Quickly they ran to a window on the wall. Buster and Babs leapt first into it. Max was shoved through. Then it was PJ's turn to enter, this happening before he learned he was too big. His sudden disposition was much to the dismay of Plucky. "Get me outta here, fatso!" He frantically pressed against PJ's butt. Already the popcorn poured out of the hole. Plucky pulled out a pin and pushed it. That got PJ thru!

The five ran into a rabbit hole, putting distance away from the house and its inhabitants. PJ rubbed his rear end over Plucky's dirty trick. It was his hulking form that had surprised the trio. Spotting their burrow trail, PJ followed them to the Gamma's house. Buster explained that it was time to give Max some comeuppance. PJ decided to see where this would end. What they saw, however, was Max getting a worse comeuppance than any of them would wish. PJ motivated the gang to change their plan into a rescue.

He said none of this to Max. The teenager appeared like an outsider in this group of five. Wearing a Gamma robe over his naked form, he kept to himself.

"Oh cheer up, Max!" said Babs. "So what if you got what you deserved? You got our sympathy."

Indeed, Plucky was rather beside himself in anguish. "It's not fair. How could they do this to Max?"

Babs was moved. "Gee, Plucky, I didn't know you cared!"

Plucky continued in his grief. "So unfair! I had my plan of revenge all mapped out, and those goons had to steal my thunder!"

"Gee, Plucky. I still don't know you care…" Babs changed to sarcasm.

Plucky shrugged to the bright side. "Oh well, do you think the Teach will give us extra credit for saving his kid?"

His words stopped Max in his tracks. "No…" he backed away, growing hysterical. "I can't go back!"

"Max…" PJ was in disbelief.

"Don't worry! I've got the antidote!" Babs slapped Max in the face. She paused, beaming a smile. "Hey! That actually felt good!"

"Lemme see!" Buster racked Max's cheek with his hand. He grinned. "You're right, Babs!"

"Okay my turn!" Plucky pulled out some metal gauntlets.

"Stop it!" Max shrugged, walking on that line between anger and sorrow. "I can't go back! I can't face him."

Plucky shrugged at the missed opportunity. Can't he pay back Max in some way?

"Fine, you'll stay with me." PJ offered sanctuary. Buster and Babs changed course. Eventually they reached the building where PJ and Bobby were living in. Max silently walked out of the hole to gaze at the new place.

The Tiny Toon trio decided to make their departure. "We'll tell your dad…"

"No!" Max interrupted. It was reluctantly accepted. Before leaving, Buster made one decision. "I saved this pix." Max recognized it as it dropped into his hands. His mom's photo. A gratitude fell on Max. Nevertheless, he only responded in a whispered "Thank you."


PJ and Bobby's room was a little larger than the last one, though the lack of another person might be the reason. Max leaned against a wall, his rear end still too tender for sitting. If only that was the only scar, he despaired. He looked like the type of person ready to fall apart but still making a valiant effort not to do so. A shower and Bobby's clothes did little for relief. This day had gone from worse to unbearable. He felt so lost right now, not sure of what to do next. Not sure of anything right now, or maybe ever again.

The door opened. "Howdy dude!"

And Max felt worse.

Bobby strolled into the apartment. "Hey PJ, short time no see!"

PJ locked hands with his friend. "How's your mother?"

Suddenly, Max realized yesterday was Bobby's mother's birthday. Something he had forgotten.

"The old woman's fine!" Bobby's attitude changed when he spotted Max. "Hey, what's the ex doing here?"

Max said nothing, not even to Bobby's cold words. "Hey, ex-dude, you're putting major whammy-age on my threads."

Max tried to stay quiet. Unfortunately, the patience of humility before nasty remarks was yet another trait he did not inherit from his dad.

PJ intervened with a brief summary of what happened. Bobby went back to some righteous flair. "Deposed. Off with his head, man!" He shot his palm like an axe before Max. "So best bud Xander dumped ya! What did you ever see in the guy?"

Max bowed his head. "I dunno." He made an effort to excuse himself. "He was…"

"Normal and popular." PJ dryly spoke the point. "Not like us weirdoes."

"It's not you!" Max raised his voice a little, still feeling the need for defense. "It's just that my dad…" He buried his face to his basic excuse.

PJ's calm face strained with an angry demeanor that resembled his father. Quickly it calmed. "You're nothing like your dad, Max."

Max was not consoled by such affectionate words.

"First off, your dad the Goof would have stood by his friends, permanently."

Max was struck by PJ's true words as if slapped in the face.

"You've been whining this sob story for years. Oh, my dad's ruining my life! My dad's a Goof!" Me and Bobby know your dad. You know my dad," PJ said it with acid. "We never knew Bobby's dad, 'cept when he bailed out on him."

"Dude, I'm making a presence here," Bobby mentioned his discomfort.

"Sorry."

"Forgiven."

Having apologized, PJ continued. "The point is your dad had nothing to do with you choosing the popular Gammas over your loser friends!"

Max felt himself tightening.

"Your problems with your dad did not cause you to blind-spot your 'friends' true slimeball natures for the sake of your popularity. And now that Emperor Gamma Maximus found out he has no clothes on, you still feel the need to blame your pop?

Bobby nodded. "Testify!"

"This is your fault, Max. Not your dad's. Yours. On your own, you made really dumb choices. Choices your dad wouldn't have the cruelty- Oh, why not admit it?- the stupidity of doing in a million years!"

Again Max reacted with fire. "I knew you'd turn against me!"

"Skip back the disc, Max." PJ corrected. "You did that to us first!"

"Well…" Max searched for some comeback. "Glad to see I wasn't wrong."

"Don't pretend like you have a foot to stand on here! You've nuked all your bridges."

Max remembered Brad's words about bridges. "Then let the fires light the way!" Now he indeed knew he had no reason or justification whatsoever to even argue with PJ or Bobby. But he was on the brink of tears, and such vulnerability was something he couldn't allow. He stormed to the door. He opened the door, casting one final glare at PJ and Bobby. "I don't need anyone. Not you. Not the Gammas, and I definitely don't need my d…"

Max turned to see Goofy standing in the hall before him!

There came no sounds between these two. The only sound was a constant Hy-uck cry emanating from a device held by Calamity Coyote. He quickly turned it off. At any rate, Max had eyes and ears only toward the figure standing before him. The sudden fire inside him blew out. He wavered to his father's black eye. He turned his sight away from it. Goofy was startled at his son's own black eye and his bald head. These things, plus the awkward expressions on their faces served to give a vivid family resemblance of father and son.

Max felt like sinking in quicksand. He darted passed his father. His passage was blocked by more of his students. Among them was Hampton, bearing his own bruises from the Gammas. In shock, Max turned the other direction.

"Max!" cried his father.

"No!" Max made a panicked cry. He gritted his teeth, rubbing his face. "Don't…" he desperately squealed to his guilt and despair. "I did a horrible thing…I feel…" He slowly moved on to a terrible ambition he had to accept. "It's over."

He heard his father's voice. "Ya aren't muh boy anymore."

Max heard that and broke some more. He began to leave again. Bye now.

And then he got bear hugged, strong words hitting his ears. "Ya'll a'ways be muh son!"

And that did it. Every reserve in Max's strength was spent. He nodded his head with tears now leaking his cheeks. He felt so heavy. He fell to his knees, shrinking into a ball inside his dad's arms. And then came out this loud wail. A pained sound more suited to a baby than someone of his late teens.

And Goofy knelt over his fallen son. He had heard such cries from Max long ago. In those times, he didn't abandon him. He would not do so now. Not ever.

This intense moment was witnessed by his students and PJ and Bobby. The latter two watched sadly, feeling very low of their selves. They came to father and son. Goofy began to lift his son, but Max's despair had sapped any energy to move. PJ and Bobby joined in and together they carried the young Goof back into the apartment. They placed Max into the bedroom, where he cringed into a small ball, weeping softly. Only Goofy remained in the room, rubbing his son's head and shoulder to relieve his great sadness. There had been other times, Goofy remembered: when Max lost his balloon at five, or when he believed there was no Santy Claus at nine, or when he lost a game at thirteen, or when he broke up with Roxanne at eighteen. All were not easy times for both of them.

"I…m…s-so-rry." Max spoke gibberish of an apology. But Goofy got the meaning, thumbing his bruised eye. "It's nuthin'." Indeed, the father had forgotten about his own bruise, more concerned about Max's own injuries. He overheard talks from the other room. His students recollected about how Max strangled Plucky and punched him. Then about how Shirley got Max's psychic cries. Now came PJ's turn to speak. The experience recollected realized Goofy's worst fears. That no good Brad! His ears picked up several of his students too. Fifi: "I always knew that Lucrezia was cheap!"

There were also words about what they found in Max's bag. PJ's voice countered to a possibility. After the Gammas had their fun with Max, they would frame him for cheating, maybe defend their actions as outrage over Max's 'treachery.' "Don't worry, Max," Goofy wondered if his boy heard that. "Dizzy ate the 'evidence.'"

"Yeah, at least we can remove cheater from the jerk's resume." Sweetie made an acid remark. Goofy hoped Max didn't hear that rude comment.

But Max was now silent. It appeared he was now asleep, so Goofy left the bedroom and joined the residents and his students. His pupils seated around the room. These were Sweetie, Calamity, Fifi (her comfortable fixture causing PJ and Bobby to blush), Shirley (who was floating mid-air, an action that got Bobby's attention enough to want to look below her. "Like, don't think about it, 'kay?" she threatened). Hampton was the only one not sitting, moving around dusting and cleaning the area. "Whoa, clean freak!" Bobby protested. "I have to know where all my stuff is."

"Sorry, I can't stand a mess," Hampton defended himself with gentleness. "You should have seen Max's room…" The pig suddenly quieted in his mistaken words.

"It happened like ya said," Goofy sadly responded to PJ. "Thanks for saving Max. I knew y're always his buddy." He patted the youth.

PJ didn't smile. He didn't really do much in helping. "Thank your kids. They did all the work."

"Y'all did more than I did." Goofy was humble. "I shoulda done somethin' more. It's all muh fault."

"No it isn't, dad," said a voice in the bedroom.

"And so the prodigal son awakes," said Sweetie.

"I did this all to myself." Max entered the room, finally standing. That did not mean he was okay. His posture moved heavy, as if it took all his will power to stand and move. He spoke in a tired bitterness. "Why don't we just get outta here?"

"We?" Goofy repeated the meaning.

"Out of the campus, out of the city, out of the state."

Goofy was struck by such a despairing retreat from his son. "But the Gammas…"

"The Gammas have won." Max snapped in his defeatist tone. "They won their game on me. You can still leave your game a draw. You were practically winning, even with that default in the last round."

"I dunno, Max…"

"Dad, dad, dad," Max made a disconsolate reasoning. "It's simple. I can't face the school tomorrow. They all were probably in on Brad's joke. Everybody who cheered me must be now waiting to take their pound of flesh."

"Now, don't believe that…"

"Dad!" Max shouted for his word to be obeyed, but there followed no harsh recriminations this time, only a pathetic plea. "Take me with you!"

Goofy stilled at such an invitation. Max coming with him? Such words filled the Goof with elation, but here he did not act upon it. "But ya can't leave college."

"I can do it at home, by computer."

"It's not the same."

"So?" Max pleaded. "Dad, don't you want me living with you again?"

Again, Goofy felt the urge to accept and agree. So much did he want his son to be with him like the old days! And so hard it felt for him to refuse. "No. I gotta let ya make it on your own here."

Max responded as if struck in the face. An insecure insanity took over: Dad didn't want him back! Dad won't forgave him, and never will. Such thoughts brought an angry response. "Well, forget it! I cannot!"

As ever, Goofy tried a firm gentleness to his son's more emotional state. "Max…"

"You don't know what I'm dealing with, dad! Put yourself in my shoes: You have just been made into one big fool by the campus. Everywhere you go, people will be laughing at you or willing to make your life a…"

"Hello?" PJ called on the phone.

Max continued. "Against all that, who would want to stay in this place?"

Goofy looked upon his son's distraught behavior. Truth be told, he did have his own bad days himself. Especially that one day when the hospital told him his wife joined the stars and skies. Goofy remembered how he looked. His son had the same down face right now. Looking like the sun had gone away and can never come up again.

But for Goofy the sun did rise again, especially on that sad day. For that was also the day he met someone very new and very special…

"I'd stay." Goofy answered.

"Why?" Max exclaimed.

Goofy gladly revealed. "For you, Max!"

And Max couldn't respond. His dad's devotion destroyed his sudden fear of the opposite. He dipped his face in sadness, unsure about what to do against such advice. So he walked away. He looked to Hampton continuing his cleaning. Max had heard every word from the bedroom. He understood how his bathroom got cleaned, and why Hampton got into his trouble. "Thanks for cleaning my room, Hampton."

"You're welcome."

"No. I'm sorry about what the Gammas did to you. I should have known what happened. I just didn't want to know."

"Granted," Hampton smiled.

"See Max!" Goofy took a more optimistic demeanor. "Me an' Hampton got nothin' against ya. Now don't ya have somethin' t' say t' PJ and Bobby?"

Max stiffened to his dad's wish. Not out of pride but certainty of a much different outcome. The words stuck in his throat.

"Max," Goofy assured, his word not a threat but a gentle urging.

Max bowed his head. "I'm so sorry, PJ. I'm so sorry, Bobby." He then closed his eyes with humiliation. What's the point? It couldn't be that easy…

"Hey, forgive and forget," Bobby replied, nudging his renewed friend's arm.

PJ only sighed and smiled with no sense of smugness. "I guess I didn't help save you just because I'm a good guy."

Such surprise came to Max's raw emotions to the point of overwhelming.

"What did I tell ya, Max?" Goofy added. "Brad wanted t' see ya break up from your family and pals so ya'd be all alone when he made his big nasty joke. Way I see it, he didn't win at all."

And Max felt like crying again, without pain without despair.

"Oh la la," Fifi commented. "Maxmillian looks so humble and repentant. So cute!" she kissed the youth.

"Yo, Max!" cheered Bobby. "Go rob that crib!"

"It's not what you think!" Max was rubbing his eyes. A light seemed to bloom from his dark face, something he had thought gone out hours ago. A person once said 'You're never a failure if you have friends.' Guess he was right. Max just needed to know who his friends are.

"Uh oh!" Shirley noted from a window. "I'm getting like some mondo bad vibes."

"More medium-ing?" Goofy asked.

"No, what I see out there." Shirley showed everyone the window. Max turned white. Several of the Gammas were coming.

"Why are they here?"

All eyes fell on Max.

"You boys leave this to us girls." Fifi recommended. "You return to the hotel." The three girls left the room and went downstairs. Now, Fifi La Fume and Shirley the Loon were not going to sink to these thugs' level. They were above such petty brutality. They would face them in a civilized manner and teach them the error of their ways. Shocks of psychic energy and bombs of putrid stench were pretty civilized methods if you were a Loon and a skunk. Not to mention very effective. Sweetie just watched in amusement.


Meanwhile, the Goof family, PJ and Bobby, and the remaining Toonsters watched the pyrotechnics from the roof. "Dude, your old man's got some weird friends." Bobby commented.

Max just nodded.

Then Calamity revealed his method of getting back to the hotel.

Max stared. "A catapult?"

Calamity nodded. Goofy complimented his student's ingenuity. "Ain't it great?"

Again Max repeated. "A Catapult?"

Calamity revealed a drawing. This machine would throw them over to the hotel. Everyone seemed compliant about it. Max was the least of them.

"I don't know…"

"It'll work, even if can't flatten cans," PJ confidently gave an elbow to Max's shoulder. The remark, a memory of their childhood, calmed Max toward this wacky venture.

Goofy, Hampton, and Calamity climbed aboard the mechanism. Max stood apologetic to his friends. "Looks like I'm bailing out on you too again."

"You'll be back." PJ made a mock threat.

"Come on Max!" Goofy cried. "We're not leaving without you!"

Max obeyed. Calamity pulled a cord and everyone went flying over the campus to the hotel. Of the casualties…eh, travelers, Max and Hampton gained the most safety, going through a window and landing onto a bed. Goofy got caught on a tree and hung there upside down. Calamity hit a brick wall.

It was by the courtesy of Buster that Max and Hampton made their landing safely. He opened the window. He witnessed it with Babs, Plucky, Sylvia, and the rest of the toonsters.

"Where's the teach?"

"Here I am!" Goofy said from outside, hanging upside down from his tree. Once he was pulled into the room, Max made his step. With lowed eyes and a slow courage, he made his apologies for being a jerk. Then his gaze came to Buster and Babs. "I hope you can forgive me."

Buster and Babs smiled graciously in response. Plucky barged through them. "Get ready to smooch the webs!" He raised his leg with egotistical intentions.

The rabbits flung their fowl friend behind them. "Plucky forgives you!"

Now that was covered, the next thing to do was wait for Shirley, Sweetie, and Fifi to return. Once they came safely, all matter was dealt with tomorrow's big race. It would involve swimming, running, and skateboarding. It was decided Plucky would handle the first part, Babs the second part, and Buster finish the job. Max just looked on with little interference. No point making the situation any worse than he already has done.

Eventually it was time for bed. Goofy kissed Sylvia goodbye and decreed bedtime for the kids. He made sure to stay awake until everyone was into naptime. In this effort, he saw Max at the corner, looking at the window.

Father walked to his son, their presence the only bright spots in this somnambulist setting. "Is there somethin' the matter, son?"

Max was deadpan to his father. "I was tricked by the Gammas, and learned that my popularity was one big fat lie. Maybe you should have asked me what is not the matter?"

"Now, now," Goofy calmed Max down. "I know there's been somethin' buggin' ya before what the Gammas did tonight."

Max turned away from his dad's keen sight.

Goofy sat down. "Maxie, for awhile, we've been kinda off 'bout commun-E-cations. When ya were li'l, ya told me everythin' tha ailed ya. But since ya been grow-in all up, ya clammed up. 'Member when ya didn't tell me 'bout Roxanne when he went to Lake Destiny that summer?"

"One crazy vacation." Max smirked to a time that seemed so distant.

"Could've been happier for both o' us," Goofy was serious, "if I told ya 'bout Principal Mazur an' ya told me 'bout Roxanne." Goofy sighed. "And if I'd known how 'portant bein' in-D-pendent was t' ya, I would'a gone t' another college 'stead a buggin' ya. What I'm getting' at is I reckon bein' straight with one 'nother could'a saved us a lot of trouble."

And Max thought about it. But what if he made things worse with what he said? His every movement with his father was like walking on eggshells. He sighed, and confessed one more painful truth.

Goofy listened. "Now where d'ya get a craz-E idea like that?"

"Isn't it obvious, dad? I've whined a lot about being a Goof like you. Buster, Babs, Gogo are people after your own heart. You call them 'Muh boys,' name their group the Goof Troop. I got the feeling that I was being replaced as your son. When you compare those kids, who are for your goofiness, with me, who gave you nothing but pain…well…" Max covered his face.

Goofy put a secure hand to his shoulder. "Son, you're makin' a mountain out of a pitcher's mount."

"Ant hill, dad."

"Okay, pitcher's ant hill. I thought you wanted us t' have different lives."

"I know, I know," Max remembered when he demanded such wishes to his father last year. Be careful what you wish for... "I just never figured that maybe you'd come to a point where I no longer matter to you."

His shoulder received a gentle pat. "Son, I never forget ya when I'm with muh students. In fact, I see you in 'em. When Buster's skateboardin' an acts cool, I think "That's Maxie." When Babs gets reckless or sticks by her buddies, I think 'That's Maxie.'" When Plucky gets a li'l naughty, guess what I think?"

"That's Maxie."

Goofy looked surprised. "How'd ya know?"

Max rolled his eyes, but it was a comfortable eye-rolling.

"I don't see why ya think Buster and the gang would be better for me. Unless…" Fear struck Goofy's face. "Ya don't love me no more?"

"Oh, yes I do!" Max did everything he could in voice and hand to prove it.

Goofy's face lifted. He sighed in relief. That was close!

"But don't you ever wish you had a son more like you?"

Goofy scooped his son into his embrace. "I only deserve a son who's as good as he's happy." And Max hugged his father back. It was an embrace deeper then Goofy's graduation, an embrace more loving than when Max left for his sophomore year. It was a good thing to have his dad's love; a great thing to have.

"Now, stop worryin' an' go t' bed."

Still with questions, Max nevertheless went back to bed. Goofy left and returned, bearing a teddy bear. He planted the doll into his son's arms, which received it in embrace. For the first time, a look of peace eased on Max's face.


Morning came, and after two hours in the bathroom, Babs was the first of the girls to come out. She found Buster balancing on his skateboard. He explained that he and Plucky disguised themselves as new customers, got a room and used its bathroom. They sent the bill to the Gamma Fraternity.

"Ready for today?" Babs asked.

"Watch this!" Buster stepped on his board, surfed down the stair rail and rode all the way to the café. He made a direct stop before Max, sitting alone at a table.

"Nice moves," said Max.

Babs joined the two and looked to Max's melancholy.

"I don't really know who I am anymore," Max reflected.

Babs had the answer. "Oh it's simple: You're name is Max Goof. You're our teacher's son. And you've been something of a jerk recently."

"That's not what I meant," Max gave a stare, but he let the criticism go. "I don't know what to do. Half my life I've tried to become someone I'm not. I thought I had gotten to it, but all I did was make a jerk of myself. I've tried so hard and fell so hard, I can't do it anymore. So, what can I do now?"

Babs smirked. "Embrace your inner goof?"

Max's face grew more uneasy.

"Hold on a minute!" Buster reacted. "What's so wrong being a goof?"

"Aside from being a klutz that everyone laughs at?"

"So?" Babs was nonchalant. "Your dad doesn't mind it."

"Well, dad's so happy-go-lucky."

"So, have there been times when he hasn't?"

Max thought, to the increase of his guilt. "Can we skip that point? I'm already feeling bad enough."

"Well, hate to say this," Babs commented, "But wasn't your caring about what other people think that got you into this mess?"

Max refused to answer.

"So why does it bother you?" Buster made the question.

"Because of how people react."

"Who reacts?" said Babs. "Yourself or the people around you?"

"Both."

"People like the Gammas?"

Max found another roadblock, so he changed courses again. "It always bothers me to be part of dad's escapades."

"What about that video with Powerline?" Buster admitted. "You looked perfectly happy doing the perfect catch before the eyes of millions."

"That was different!"

"Why?" Buster responded. "Because you were actually happy being part of dad's goofy antics?"

"Yeah, but…"

Buster seemed to be on to something. "So there has been no other time where you actually enjoyed being goofy?"

Max kept silent. ("Yes! She said Yes! Everybody Mambo!") He looked away.

"I'll take that as a No." Babs smugly replied.

"So what are you saying? That being the Goof is the key to happiness!"

"Maybe, maybe not!" Buster answered. "But to quote Mark Twain: It's not as bad as it sounds."

Max was hard pressed to deny this truth. Indeed, hasn't denying the Goof in himself given him a lot of grief? It was not listening to his Goof father that almost lost him the X Games. It was his issues that nearly cost him his best friends and pushed him into the Gammas' hands. And it almost cost him his dad's love.

But a decade of trying to deny his father's shadow still held fast. Why stop now? Is it just the sense of giving up a long-fought resistance? And yet, when it mattered, was being a Goof so bad? PJ and Bobby didn't care if he was a Goof or not. Roxanne didn't care.

Max revealed none of this to the rabbits, showing neither rejection nor acceptance as he arose. "I'll take those words in mind." He walked back to the room.


Soon, the Goof Troop gathered. Goofy made another roll call. "Did I forget anything?"

"Definitely!" Max stepped in with an air. "It's about your name." He looked with a confidence not seen since yesterday. "Y'know, Goof Troop is a stupid name. You have only one Goof in the whole group. Maybe having two Goofs might make things less dumb."

And Goofy beamed the best of smiles. Max was accepted.

"Has the world come to an end?" said Sweetie.

The Goof Troop marched to the campus square. Max had word with Buster, Babs, and Plucky. Chances were Axel was going to be swimmer, with Xander doing the running. If Brad was back, then he would be competing against Buster. Max viewed around. So far, no one seemed to be booing him. More the opposite. But were they cheering him or the Goof Troop? He searched for any friendly face. PJ and Bobby were nowhere to be seen. But there stood Lucrezia. She cheered for Xander and the Gammas. Max's heart sank. Yes, he knew their true natures now, but the betrayal still hurt. He trusted both of them, and they were laughing behind his back the whole time. It's funny, in trying to forget Roxanne, Max looked for a girl different than her. Lucrezia proved to be very different.

Max shook his head. Deal with it.

"Hey Max!" said a deep recognizable voice, to which Max cringed and ignored.

The voice belonged to Tank, with a cast and crutch. "Max!"

"Leave me alone," Max spoke with the most acid.

Tank showed some awkwardness. "I know…I heard."

Goofy joined his son. "Muh son said for ya Gammas to leave him alone!" He spoke in a most uncharacteristic way.

"I'm not a Gamma anymore." Tank confessed. "I really thought Brad was gone. I had no idea what he and the others were planning for you. I would have stopped it if that crazy bird didn't put me in the hospital."

Father and son kept their backs.

"Max, Goofy. I know I was a jerk to you last year. But both of you saved my butt. I don't forget things like that."

Goofy, ever the friendliest of people, looked to his son. "It's up to you Max. I'll stand by your choice." Max was silent.


Meanwhile, Buster and Plucky kept an eye on the young Goof. "With Max on our team, we can't lose." Buster spoke with enthusiasm.

Plucky did not share it. "So what? It's not like he's going to participate in the final round."

Buster gave a calculating eye to the duck. Plucky read him like a book. "No. Oh no no no no no! Forget it!"

"Well, if you put it that way…" Buster loomed forward with violent intent. "Then you leave me no choice."

And thus a colossal battle of wits occurred between rabbit and duck for the status of Max. 'Accidents' were caused with sadly no casualties. Arguments were made. Buster saying his fowl friend should score one for the team. Plucky's argument being how he's not going to surrender any more spotlight to long-earred loonies, be they goofs or rabbits. "Besides…do we really need two rabbits?"

This stopped the duel. Buster and Plucky's gaze fell on a new target: Babs.

She glared back. "Oh no…" her soft refusal bellied her violent wish. She grabbed both rabbit and duck and dragged them out of sight. There was much crunching and cries of pain. And then Babs popped out, none the worse. She acted hysterical. "Mr. Goofy! Something terrible happened! Buster broke his foot! He can't go on!"

Goofy was shocked. "Are ya positive?"

"I know," Babs confirmed it.

Goofy looked around for a replacement. "Max! You must replace Buster!"

Max was touched, not by the obvious scheme allowing him this chance, but the fact they were giving him a big chance after the way he treated them. Just like PJ, Bobby, and dad forgave him. Max turned to Tank. "We're okay again."

Tank bearhugged the smaller Goof.

On a podium, the Student Council president continued his speech. On one side, there was Bradley, Xander, and Axel. On the other side was Max standing with Babs and Plucky.

"Let me handle things now, SCP" Buster snatched the microphone from the official. He gave a comfortable air to his speaking, even though he had a leg in a cast. "Now, you must all know that some changes have been made for both our teams. For the Gammas, may I introduce…"

Buster began to giggle. "I-I-Introduce…" his cheer increased to laughter. "What a dope!" he whispered, followed by more laughs. "What a tramp…" He fell to the ground, punching the floor in a failure to contain his laughter. And then, he swung to a serious air. "Bradley Upperclass the III!"

There came some cheers from the Gammas. Max felt like withering. He saw Buster watching him. "And over here on the Goof Troop, a person who needs no introduction." His words spoke all reverent. "That champion of sports and honorable sportsmanship. Your friend and mine. Our own, our beloved…Maximillian- apple of his father's eye- Goof."

The Goof Troop cheered. The Gammas howled their jeers, until a sudden lightning storm and pungent flush of bad odor broke their ranks. Max looked to the cause. Shirley and Fifi nodded their approval for him.

Bradley and Max were transported to their spot. They would wait until the second player tagged them. Then they would skateboard down a long hill to the final victory. No words were shared, but Brad was smiling. Never a good sign, Max thought. Last year, he had his friends and dad on his side. His confidence had taken a major butt kicking since yesterday. How did he know his victories had not all been planned in advance? Was the X Games last year part of Brad's Machiavellian scheme? Thoughts like this showed how far aground Max's insecurities have covered.

The worst thing, Max figured, is that Bradley had the upper hand! He still cringed to the experience of last night's humiliation. Beating Bradley today would not change the realization that he had been his fool for months.

"How are you feeling?" Brad pretended compassion.

Max kept his mouth shut.

Bradley responded with a friendly air that came out sinister. "I don't see PJ and Bobby around…"

Max's attention snapped to Bradley was alleging. "What have you done?"

Bradley looked at his fingers. "Oh you remember last night…"

An alliance of anger and shock covered Max's face.

Brad examined his skateboard, all the while continuing his psychological torture as if in a simple conversation. "You are still ever my puppet. You have no choice but to do as I say."

Max glared at his adversary. But Brad held the cards. Lose the game, the Gammas win. Win the game, the Gammas would do to PJ and Bobby what happened to him. He had been a lousy friend too much. But Dad and Goof Troop counted on him. He couldn't fail them!

Unless…Max remembered what he overheard in the bedroom last night. Completely looney, but desperation called for some insanity. Might as well begin embracing his inner goof! So Max made an immense thought. One message was his call. Gammas got my friends. Max kept on repeating that one consistent thought. Nothing else was made. He thought not of desperation. He did not think about the possible stupidity he was making in his strong concentration. Just Gammas got my friends.

And then a new thought came. We're sorry, but the Loon is unable to receive your call. Please leave a message after the gong!

Oh-kay. Max found his straws thin down.


Plucky and Axel stood before the waters. Both wore necklaces that they will give to their successor. Axel's lean, muscular form brought out the jealousy in Plucky, who sucked his gut in an attempt to rival him.

With a shot of the gun, the swimmers dived into the water and raced.

Nearby on his spot, Xander was holding a small remote. Ready for some roast duck! He pressed a button. Nothing. He pressed it again.

His actions were being watched through a telescope by Goofy. "Where d'ya get those wonderful toys?" He looked to Calamity, pressing his own remote control: Acme Remote Signal Blocker.

Despite Axel's skill and size, he devoted his victory on the success of Brad's toys. As a result, he saw nothing happening, giving Plucky a huge advantage of outswimming him. An advantage he took full feathered hands upon. He reached the shore and handed Babs the necklace. He had done it! His moment in the spotlight! So, in this case, let the reader go see how Babs is faring! She ran, closely followed by Xander. He too relied on other factors other than his impressive skill. Soon they would be passing a truck bearing pipes for the new construction. There was the truck. Xander made a burst of speed, outpacing Babs as he passed by the truck. Hidden, a Gamma, disguised as a trucker, caused the vehicle to unload its contents. A loud crash of metal filled the road, blocking its path completely.

Xander made a stop. "So much for the competition."

"Oh, now I wouldn't say that!"

Xander was shocked to see Babs standing right next to him. With a grin, she projected the greatest smooch upon Xander, adding a pink bow to his hair and darted off.


Meanwhile, Buster and the other toons gathered before the Gamma Fraternity. It was apparent that PJ and Bobby were being held there. This was according to Tank, who decided to accompany them. "Most of the gang are probably out cheering Brad. So probably only a few of them are in there. I can at least tell you Punch won't be there. He told me the news about Max and laughed about it. Now, he's in the hospital."

"You punched Punch?" Plucky asked.

"Again and again," Tank was proud of himself.

"You punched Punch pwice?" Plucky couldn't resist.

"Shall we storm the Bastile?" Fifi held her tail as if she were Sarah Connor holding a rifle.

Buster shared Fifi's wish for an assault. Indeed, Casa Gamma would be attacked by catapult, bearing the most horrible cargo of warfare ever imagined by the Tiny Toons. Which is why Elmyra was flung into the chimney.

Buster checked his watch. Within a minute, the Gammas came charging out in a panic.

And the last two to come out were Bobby and PJ. They shut the door and barricaded it with themselves. "Help!" Their terror was genuine, as a hole had been chopped through the door. "Heerrree's Elmyra!" She giggled.

Max's two friends joined the Toonsters, thankful for their rescue, if not their method. "Okay, let's get back!" Buster commanded. "I think Babs might need my help."


Babs and her opponent continued on their long run. Should cut down on the carrot cake, Babs exhaled to herself.

She heard the announcer. "And it looks like Xander Eghed is making some head-way, while…" There was a loud jerking sound, with a new voice. "And predictably in behind is the noticeably chubby Barbara Ann Bunny!"

Babs' face took a change from confusion to stunned to pissed off-rage. Predictably her steps took a quicker streak that left her fleetfoot opponent behind. And there came Max's position in her fleet run. She hopped to Max, adorning him with the necklace. "Finish the job!" She shouted. Brad got the necklace from Xander and began his trek shortly after Max skid his own. With barely much distance, Goof and Upperclass hit their skateboards and charged.

Their predecessors looked on as they left. "Looks like our job's done," Babs added.

"A battle is not the war." Xander snapped.

"Oh really?" Babs beamed Xander on the head with a mallet. Now with was done, Babs could devote her energies to getting a rabbit foot. A blue rabbit's foot…

The final competitors charged down the hill. Getting a message from Shirley, Max was free to fight all his self-doubts and rely on his experience and skill. Brad swerved his board to the point of intimidation. Max fought against this as well. He stamped the ground for more speed.

Unfortunately, there was a bottle conveniently dropped and rolled into Max's way. The rider did not see it. The impact caused board and boarder to fly off the road.

Max put his fate into being a Goof. He landed back on the board, standing upon it with his hands. This kept him up but also upside down, and not very securely as he leaned at every direction like a flagpole.

"I'll always have the upper hand, Goof!" Brad smirked.

"How about the upper foot!" Max was defiant.

There was the finishing line and the long tape. But Max's balance was breaking. The line tape was approached. All balance lost!

Max fell off the board, rolling a bit on the pavement. An experienced rider accepted such pain, and Max was no exception. He tried to stand up. Around him were his father, PJ, Bobby, Tank, and the Goof Troop. As this happened, a loud voice exclaimed: "And the winner is Max for the Goof Troop! With three victories, the Goof Troop of ACME Looniversity have won!" As the photo finish revealed, Max's imbalance caused him to sway forward at the moment of approaching the tape. Conveniently, his falling torso broke the tape before Bradley got to it.

Max smiled to the utter craziness. He fell to his father's embrace, getting swamped by friends and students.

And there stood the Gammas, indifferent to their loss, at least in surface. Brad used his words to effect. "So you won by a goof. Like father, like son." His team roared with laughter.

Max controlled his temper, facing them all with a calm face. He picked up Li'l Sneezer and sprinkled some dirt into the kid's snout.

One sneeze later, the Gammas took flight, literally.

"I know!" Max responded with dispassionate interest. "You don't leave the Gammas. The Gammas leave you. Bye Bye!"

And this act won applauds from the Tiny Toons.

Lucrezia ran to his direction. "My darling Max!" She screamed with excitement.

Fifi flung her tail to her hands and fired. A nauseous green vapor smoked around the girl.

"Gross!" Babs covered her nose. "Hit the trash can, sister!"

There would be no award or trophy for the victor. Goofy asked if Max had any request.

Max turned to Babs. "Hit it Powerline!"

Max and Goofy entered into dance of the Perfect Cast in perfect memory of that wonderful night. Buster looked on with satisfaction. He can imitate the moves, but he could never duplicate the perfect chemistry that shown on father and son.

The festivities could really begin, but then Goofy looked at his watch. "Hey, I gotta get ya kids home!"

Thus began a mad rush to the bus.

Max made his goodbyes to several of the kids. His ears picked up Plucky in the bus. He was betting something with several of his classmates. "I'll give 3 bucks if it happens next month."

"What's going on?" Max asked the rabbits.

"Oh, Plucky's making bets on how long it will take for you to oppose your old man again."

Max smarted at Plucky's nerve.

"Hey, you've done it before!" Buster added.

Max pulled out a twenty. "I'll bet it won't happen again." He handed it to Buster. "Keep this under your hat." He gave Buster a slap of four, and got a kiss from Babs.

Finally, Max faced his dad, who stayed at the door until all his students entered it. "Well, it's goodbye again, dad."

"Yup," Goofy gave the look of calm, but his eyes showed sadness over this farewell. "Ya gonna be alright?"

"I don't know. I've got the pieces to pick up. Maybe I can follow your example and not think so seriously about it." He finally smiled. "Y'know dad, every time you get into my life, I end up learning new things. But what can I expect from my first and favorite teacher?"

Father and son embraced. "An y'll always be muh favorite student!" With that, Goofy exchanged a kiss with Sylvia and got onto the bus. He made another roll call, always forgetting about Calamity. "Everything packed?"

"Yes," Elmyra giggled. The bunny-wunies offered her a new wabbit, which was inside the bag next to her. She unzipped it. "Now be very very quiet!" The girl cheerfully advised with a giggle. Bound and gagged in a pink fluffy bunny suit, Bradley Upperclass III winced in his captivity.


We're set to acceptin'

This field trip's at an endin'.

We've had bruises and angstin'

But we still had comedy!

Max got better with Goofy

Way better than Extremely Movie.

Guess his issues are overthrownie…

At least 'till comes the newest DVD!

Thus ends a weird crossover someone ever wrote,

Could be worse, we could be mixed with Death Note!

We're Tiny, we're Toony, we're all a little Goofy

It's Tiny Toon Adventures,

Here's the epilogue…

Unfortunately, despite Goofy's achievements, certain Powers That Be made sure his term at the ACME Looniversity was sadly short-lived. Nevertheless, the faculty awarded George G. Geef Jr. an Honorary Doctorate for uncommon excellence in hilarity. Dr. Goofy's victory was warmly greeted by his students and his beloved son. Max found it strange that the faculty mistook him for Goofy's apprentice.

"I'm Dr. Goofy's son." Max proudly declared.

And here we say so long!