Chapter 1 Bucket Fishing

SWOOOOSH went the plane that would take Pete and his family to Hawaii. Max looked on, barely holding back the tears welling in his eyes, as he watched his neighbors flying away.

'It's not fair! I earned those tickets fair and square.' Max thought to himself.'Why should Pete get my vacation just because he "thought big"?! Next time I'll have to think bigger.'

After the airplane flew out of sight, Max finally released all those tears he'd been holding back.

"There there Maxie" Goofy said as he gave Max a hug. "I'm sure we'll have plenty of fun bucket fishing this Summer. Maybe we could grab ice cream on the way back."

"Yeah, that sounds fine" said Max, still clearly miserable but trying to cheerup, before wiping from his eyes.

The two Goofs entered their beat up old red car and went home. On the way they both got and finished themselves some ice cream. Shortly thereafter their trip home ended.

"How about we get a head start on our bucket fishing?" said Goofy as he entered the door to the house.

"You go ahead. I'll be back down later." said Max as he walked up stairs."I've got some thinking to do."

'The video plan was a bust but I'm sure I can find another way to get a real vacation' Max thought as he sat in his room. 'What if I, no no no that wouldn't work, or I could wash cars, but it would take a bajillion cars to scrap together a half decent vacation. Maybe I could, no that wouldn't work either.'

Max continued on like that for an hour or so when he was stired from his thoughts by a "Yaaaaaahooo!" followed by a metalic clanging. Max continued on a minute or two until he noticed that Goofy still hadn't made any new sounds or said something to confirm his well being. With fear something serious had happened Max rushed downstairs and outside only to be greeted by the horrific sight of Goofy, unconcscious, with his head resting in the bottom of his fishing bucket.

"DAD! DAD! WAKE UP! PLEASE, wake up," cried Max after pulling Goofy's head out of the bucket. Goofy didn't stir and wasn't breathing and Max in one last effort ran to the kitchen to call the emergency line."What was that number again? 111? no. 999? no! 991? NO! 911?"

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"911, what's your emergency?"