- Max's POV -
My brother walked out on me, as in, he left the room. Looking down on the floor... and Peej was besides him. Well, might as well talk to Peej.
I walked closer to him, he was looking the way where my brother went, and glanced at me.
"Hey, Peej, I-"
"Dude, what did you do to him this time?!"
"Wha-!?"
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop being mean to him, Max?!" he burst.
"What are you-?! I didn't do anything to him! I only talked to him!" I reasoned.
"Max, I know you too well. You two never get along with each other, eversince you thought that Andy is the problem! When you think that it was Andy's fault-"
"Don't. Say it." I glared down at floor, wishing he didn't mentioned that.
"What? Still can't get it out of your head-"
"Don't bring that up!" I finally have to urge to shout. I don't him talking about...
"Ugh, whatever, dude." then he stopped and looked at me more patiently. While, I hold my hair and think about Andy.
"Anyways, I heard that you were going to the Powerline concert in LA." that made my eyes widened, I turned my focus on that.
"Well..." I got nervous, and I don't know what to say.
"Aw, it's unbelieveable, man!" he excitedly cheered for me, while I was getting worried, I... I'm not-
"Who told you about that?" I asked.
"Hey, come on!" he gave me a soft punch on my right shoulder, and I walked away straight to do the door thinking.
"Everybody in town knows it, Max! You are gonna be famous, buddy! Especially with Roxanne!" he playfully teased me.
"There's, uh, only one person who doesn't know about it yet, Peej." I told him half of the truth.
"Who?" I can feel his confusion after I said that.
"My dad."
- Goofy's POV -
"So, tell me, Goof, is that kid of yours still giving you guff?"
Pete and I have been talking lately, about our status with Maxie. We a were at Pete's roof of the RV, with a bowling alley, wow, who knew Pete has these kinds of stuff!
" Oh, I don't know what's wrong. Just seems like everything I try only drives Max further away." I frowned.
" Wrong, Goof! Look, if you keep'm under thumb, they'll never end up in the gutter!" Pete said, as he slid the bowling ball and got a nine pins, unfortunately, leaving one left standing.
"Too bad, Pete. Almost" I chuckled.
"Almost? Heh! Watch this!" I look with curiosity, then...
"PJ!" Pete shouted, I wasn't ready for that at all.
As I saw PJ quickly rushed up, and I didn't even see him coming. Pete angrily pointed his finger towards the last pin, PJ then, went over there and kicked it.
Pete happily cheered thinking that he had hit all of the pin.
"Woohoo! Strike-ola! Yeeha! Thank you! Thank you! Yes!"
I looked at Max, who's already glaring at me, and I wondered. Where's Andy?
"Son, where's your brother, Andy?" I asked him.
"Oh! Um... he's inside with PJ." he answered.
"High five son! Sike!"
I chuckled, "That's Pere for ya."
"Say, Goof. Why don't the three of you stay for dinner?" Pete happily offered us.
"Oh, no thanks, Pete. My sons and I have some fish to catch!"
"Aw, dad! We can do that tomorrow!" My excitement suddenly faded.
"So, uh, what are we having?" Max asked, making me frowned.
"But, Max, I though-..." I heard Pete cleared his throat.
"Under your thumb, Goof." he whispered.
I sighed, and took a deep breath.
"Maximillian!"
"What?"
"Get your gear little man, we're going fishing!" I said.
"I mean now!" Max's eye widened
"Grrrr..." Max growled, and walked away. I just have to do it, I want to show him all of my dad taught me.
I winked at Pete, and he gave a thumbs up.
- Andy's POV -
I walked out of RV, and made my way to where my dad and big brother was. But, I stopped, cause I heard a stomp.
I saw my brother, stomping his feet angrily, he bumped into me as he passed by, causing me to lose my balance, and land on my left arm.
"Watch where you're going, Andy!" he yelled.
He didn't look back, he just walked all the way to our car.
"Aw..." I got myself up, and got rid off the dirt from my body.
As I'm tried to clean myself, I saw a small bruise on my arm, my eyes widened, dad will probably ask about this.
"Andy!" I heard my being shouted.
"Dad!"
"There you are! Come one, son! You and I will have some fishing practice!"
"Fishing practice?" I asked with curiousity, and excitement.
"Dad, I already know how to fish. We're gonna have another lesson? Or do you want to practice some more, so that you can beat me?" I smirked at my dad, as he knew that I'm a better fisher than him.
"Oh, son! You always like to showoff that you're good ar fishing!" he happily said.
"I am dad!" I shouted.
"Whatever you say, son. Anyways." and back to reality.
"Your brother joined us, that's why we're having some practice." my eyes widened, it made me feel... nervous.
"R-Really?" I questioned back.
"Yeah, son! We can get some-" he stopped, as he noticed something.
"S-Son, what's that on your arm?" I got shocked, and my mind was panicking! He saw my bruise! I can't let him know!
"I... um... huh..." I didn't know what to say.
"Maxie did it?"
"N-No!" I exploded.
"No! He didn't!" I tried lying, but he won't take it.
"Son. It's okay. You can tell me." he combed my hair as he said that, like he was trying to comfort.
"Dad... I."
"I know. I won't. Don't worry." he smiled.
I smiled back, just a little.
"Let's go, son! We can't let Maxie, get all of the fishes! Ah-yuck!" his worry turned to excitement.
"Sure, dad. But, I don't think he knows how to fish." I exclaimed, I know my brother, he's not really into these stuff.
"That's why I said, we're having some "Fishing Practice" earlier, did I?"
"Oh, I forgot." I chuckled
"Come on!" he yelled, as he walked away towards the tent, where my brother was, waiting.
I took a deep breathe, before I followed them.
"Better not make him angry again."
- Max's POV -
Wearing these stupid fishing gears are kinda itchy. My dad pushed me and my brother all the way to the lake with our fishing pole in hand.
"Dad, I don't even know how to fish!" I complained, loudly.
"Oh, now come on! That never stopped me! Let me show you a family secret that's been handed down to maybe for about twleve or thirteen Goof generation!"
he exclaimed. Oh boy, I wonder what is it this time. He had told me many things about the family activities, no, not typical family activites. Like he said, "Goof Generation".
"The Perfect Cast!" what?
"The Perfect... what?"
"The Perfect Cast! My dad taught it to me when I was about your age." he exclaimed, oh wow, how interesting.
"I taught your brother that! Eversince then, he has gotten the hang of it!" really? I'm not surprised. I rolled my eyes on that.
"Okay now, watch carefully. As your brother do the steps." Andy stepped aside, with his fishing stick or whatever.
"You gotta be loose. Relaxed. With your feet apart, and... Ten o'clock. Two o'clock. Quarter to three! Tour Jete! Twist! Over! Pas de deux! I'm a little teapot! And the windup..." I couldn't help but to stare at my brother as he did those ridiculous moves... he moves like an idiot!
"And let 'er fly!" dad shouted, as Andy threw the hook, but for some reason... why did I smelled steak? "The Perfect Cast!"
- Andy's POV -
I've gotta say, it's been a while since I've done the Perfect Cast! Good thing I still got the hang of it!
All though, I saw my brother rolled his eyes, that he couldn't believe I just did that... he doesn't want to see that at all... nor wanted to be with us...
I sighed, and ignored what I'm feeling. I put eyes where the hook went, and focused.
But, it was taking too long, huh. That's odd, usually, some fish would pulled the string by now. And I thought "Maybe it's a huge fish!"
"Now, son!" dad shouted.
I reeled it fast, and hoped I was getting something bigger! But it was heavy!
"Dad! A little help!" I pleaded.
"Hang on, son! Quick, Maxie! Get the camera!" dad told Max.
I gave the fishing rod to dad, and he started to reeled it even more, of course, he is stronger than me. I'm just a kid.
"Must be three pounds! I don't wanna miss this!" so am I! But...
I was expected a huge fish... b-but.
"Look, Maxie, Andy." he whispered. As I saw a giant creature with a steak in his mouth... wait... where did the-?
"Uh... duh.. duh.. dad. It's Bigfoot!" Max shouted. While, I stood there paralyzed. Bigfoot?! Max grabbed my hand and slowly walked away with me.
"Could you back up a bit Mr. Foot? You're out of focus."
Bigfoot roared, made us ran away from the lake. Max didn't let go of my hand.
"Bigfoot!" I heard Pete shouted. He ran towards the RV, and drove off.
We were still running, headed towards our car. Max stopped tried openings the car.
"It's locked!"
"Quick! The sun roof!" dad shouted.
"Andy you go first!" Max yelled. As he helped me reach for it. I got in, and I sat on the back seat. Max and dad followed.
Dad started to roll the trigger to close the window
"Hurry up!" my brother shouted. And, I was silent.
My dad closed the window just in time for Bigfoot to jumped on top of it. That made our car shaked.
He stopped as he noticed something, he got down, and went to our stuff!
"I can't believe it... Bigfoot!" my brother whispered.
"And, I've got the only video!"
"We're gonna be famous!" not really, Bigfoot saw our camera, and pulled the tape into shreds.
"Let's just get out of here." Max growled.
Dad tried to look for the keys in his pocket, to his chest. He was confused, where he had put it. As the three of us, looked outside, Bigfoot has the keys, and tossed it away... why you... He continued to ruining our stuff...
This is not part of the trip...