"We don't have to do this, you know."

Roxanne and Max were sitting in Max's car in front of Goofy's and Sylvia's house. They were going to tell Max's father and stepmother the news.

Roxanne sighed. "Tell them about the engagement, or who my ex-husband is?"

"Your ex." Max replied. "My dad holds a grudge against that sonuvabitch, and he never hold grudges."

Roxanne groaned in irritation. "I wish you never told me about the X-Games drama..."

"Sorry." Max said sincerely. He sighed. "Look, you made an honest mistake, and you didn't know. It's not like you were complicit in that fiasco. Besides, he knows you and he really likes you. He'll be overjoyed about having you as a daughter-in-law. Trust me."

Roxanne smiled as she got out of the car. "Okay. I'll take your word for it."

"Good." Max walked around and held his fiancee's hand. "You ready, Ms. Van De Kamp?"

Roxanne raised an eyebrow. "Bree Van De Kamp? Seriously?"

"Well, you both have red hair, and you both fell in love with psychopathic murderers." Max pointed out.

Roxanne shook her head. "Yeah...but at least I'm not a control freak. Or OC/DC."

"True..." Max rang the doorbell. "I think we should just tell them. I've lied enough for a lifetime."

"Then...why'd you become a lawyer?"

"That's different!" Max protested.

Sylvia opened the door and smiled. "Max! Roxanne! Come on in."

"Hey, Sylvia." Max greeted. They stepped inside. "Is Dad home? There's something we need to tell you guys."

"Oh, yeah. He's out back working on the-"

Sylvia was cut off when they heard a crash and a familiar scream.

"YAH-HOO-HOO-HOOEY!"

Sylvia cringed. "Oooh. Um...I'll be right back." She ran outside to check on her husband.

Max groaned, closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead. "Pushing fifty, and he still doesn't know how to watch where he's going..."

Roxanne just laughed and pulled Max towards the sofa. "Okay...let's recap: we tell your dad everything? Which first?"

"Engagement, then your dark past." Max stated.

"Geez, Max. You make it sound like I knocked over a liquor store or shot someone!" Roxanne exclaimed.

Max shook his head. "I know. Sorry."

"MAXIE!"

Max winced slightly at the nickname. He stood up and smiled. "Hey, Dad!" They hugged.

"Hiya, Roxanne!" Goofy greeted excitedly.

"Hey, Goofy." She hugged Goofy. "Are you okay What was that noise earlier?"

"Aw, it's nothin'. I was just-a cleanin' out them rain gutters." Goofy explained. He sat down. "So, Sylvia tells me you have somethin' to tell us?"

"Yeah." Max chuckled and grinned. He took Roxanne's hand. "Dad, Sylvia...I asked Roxanne to marry me, and she said yes!"

Roxanne squealed quietly and showed the elder couple here engagement ring.

Sylvia jumped up and squealed excitedly. "Oh, my God! Congratulations!" She hugged both Max and Roxanne. "Oh, we're so happy for you!"

They all turned to Goofy, who was sitting still, taking it all in. His little boy was getting married. And starting a family...he was growing up. He realized everyone was staring at him, waiting for his reaction. Goofy swallowed and but on his goofiest smile. He pulled Max into a bear hug. "Congratulations, son." He sniffed. "I'm...happy for you. Really."

Max sighed with relief. The worst was over! "Thanks, Dad. And Sylvia."

"So, when's the big day?" Asked Sylvia.

"We haven't set a date yet." Roxanne explained. "Oh, and we told my dad this morning, and he's happy for us. Um...the bride's family pays for everything, so, all you need to worry about is paying and planning the rehearsal dinner."

"Great!" Sylvia smiled.

"So, uh, it looks like there's more." Goofy pointed out.

"Oh! Yeah..." Max gave a sidelong glance at Roxanne.

"Um, I was married before." Roxanne admitted. "But my husband and I got a divorce."

"Oh, well, I'm sorry that happened." Goofy said. "But, it's not so bad. You're with Maxie now!"

Roxanne smiled at Goofy. "Thank you. I feel a lot better now." They all laughed.

Max froze for a minute. 'Wait...do I really need to tell them who Roxanne's ex-husband is? Its not like he's a terrorist! Oh, but wait, that's incentive to tell him anyway. And why is it big freaking deal, anyway? It's not like Bradley's gonna show up any time soon! Do they really need to know?'

"Max?" Roxanne put a hand on his thigh.

"Huh?" Max looked at Roxanne, who looked concerned. "Oh! Heh. I'm okay. Really."

"So, who was your ex-husband, anyway?" Goofy asked Roxanne randomly.

'Dammit! I'm stuck!' Max thought frantically.

"Um...why do you ask?" Roxanne asked nervously.

"Oh, I was just-a wonderin'." Goofy shrugged. "Its okay. ."You can tell me. I can handle it."

"Oh. Okay." Max took a deep breath. "Herex-." He stood up. "Who wants pie?"

Goofy and Sylvia just stared. Goofy just stood up, and cleared his throat. "Pie's in the kitchen. I'll get it set up." He left.

Sylvia just stared after him, then turned back to Max and Roxanne. "Um...when were you going to tell us this? More importantly, why did you tell us this?"

"We actually weren't planning on telling you." Max lied easily. Roxanne shot him a look. "We just...didn't think it was that big a deal. I mean, come on. So she married Bradley Uppercrust III-"

"NOOOOOOOOO!" They heard Goofy yell from he kitchen. Sylvia turned back around. "Continue."

"I had no knowledge of what he did that one year." Roxanne explained. "In fact, I didn't even know half of what he did until Max told me., which is why I'm glad he left me."

"See, he found out I was Roxanne's ex-boyfriend, freaked out, and that's why he left her." Max finished. "I didn't want to stoop to Brad's level." He spoke louder. "And judge other people just because they were once related to that jerk."

Sylvia smiled. "I'm proud of you, Max."

Goofy walked into the living room, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Uh...Roxanne, I'm sorry I freaked out. Can you ever forgive me? It's just that..."

"It's okay, Goofy. Really." Roxanne waved him off, and smiled.

Max smiled in relief. "Great! So...what do you say we just forget about this conversation? Except the part about us being engaged, anyway."

"Deal!" Goofy said. "Ahyuck!"

XXX

"AAAAH! OH MY GOED!"

Max and Roxanne were at Evening Delight with their friends PJ, Bobby, Stacy, and Gia (A/N: Beret Girl in An Extremely Goofy Movie. I gave her a name.). They just gave them the good news. It was Stacy who reacted first. She tackle-hugged Roxanne.

"Oh, my God! I'm so happy for you!" Stacy squealed.

"Hell, yeah! Score one for Max-man!" Bobby pumped his fists.

"Congratulations, Dude!" PJ added. "It's finally happening!"

"Congratulations, you guys." Gia said.

"Thanks." Roxanne replied.

"So, when's the big day?" Stacy echoed Sylvia's question.

"We don't know yet." Roxanne answered. "Hey, Stacy, I wanted to ask you something."

"Yes! Whatever your question is, the answer is yes!" Stacy blurted out.

The girls laughed. "So, you'll be my maid of honor?"

"Hell to the yes!" Stacy grinned. "But I will not wear yellow."

"Deal."

Bobby sniffed and tapped Max on the shoulder. "Can I be your best man?"

"Oh my God, Bobby. You can't just ask to be someone's best man!" Exclaimed Stacy.

"Yeah...and, actually, Bob, I was going to ask PJ to be my best man." Max apologized and turned to PJ "What do you say, Peej?"

PJ smiled. "I'd be honored!"

Bobby sighed dejectively. Max noticed. "Hey, Bobby, you can still be an usher."

"Really? Great!"

"And Gia, would you like to be one of my bridesmaids?" Asked Roxanne.

Gia was slightly surprised, but smiled, anyway. "Sure. Just as long as my dress doesn't fog up my karma."

Roxanne tried her best not to roll her eyes. "Okay. No yellow, and no fogging up karma."

They laughed. Stacy sighed. "Are you gonna tell Bradley?"

"Why would I tell me ex-husband I'm getting remarried?" Roxanne asked.

"To rub it in his face." Stacy answered. "You're marrying his antagonist.

"Who is Roxanne's 'bastard ex-husband'?" Bobby wanted to know.

"Bradley Uppercrust III."

"WHAAAAT?" Bobby nearly fell off his chair. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"'Cause I didn't think it was that big a deal." Max raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you being so calm about this, man?" Bobby asked, astonished.

"Because I look past mistakes like these." Max responded. "Besides, Roxanne didn't know what Bradley did to us until after the divorce."

Bobby waved his hands in surrender. "Okay, good point. And Dude, I agree. Rub it in his face! Rub it hard..." He chuckled evilly. His friends stared at him weirdly. "What?"

Max bit his lip hesitantly. "I...don't wanna piss him off and have him come after me and Roxanne."

"Ohhh, right." Stacy nodded in understanding. "You don't want a re-enactment of the Volchok situation in The O.C.."

Max nodded. "Exactly."

XXX

Sylvia has never been too good at reading people's behaviors. However, living with Goofy these past few years have taught her to read her current husband like a book.

"Honey? Are you all right? You don't seem like yourself." Sylvia asked as she unmade her and Goofy's bed.

"Oh...I'm fine. I just..." Goofy sighed and sat down on the bed. "Max is too young to get married."

"Goofy, he's twenty-four." Sylvia reasoned. "Three years older than you were when you first got married, I might add."

"I know...still..." Goofy bowed his head sadly. "It just feels like I'm losing him. He's growing up,m but...I wish he would stop growing."

Sylvia hugged Goofy from Behind. "You know, he can still come visit and call. And...honestly? Losing your only child to someone who will take care of him, and make him happy for the rest of his life is hell of a lot better than losing him permanently to waterfalls or crazy arsonists."

Goofy swallowed the huge lump in his throat. Those incidents- especially the X-Games incident- gave Goofy nightmares that lasted for weeks. Yes, Max was safe and sound and wasn't hurt, save for a couple of bruises and scratches...but what if he wasn't? What if he was gone forever? And what's worse- he tried to stop that damned Bradley Uppercrust III from pushing the remote trigger, but failed. He never wanted to have those feelings of fear, worry, guilt, concern, horror, and anxiety all mixed together in one again. He never forgave Bradley for giving him those feelings and probably never will.

And that's saying a lot coming from such a forgiving person...

"I'm sorry. I upset you." Sylvia broke Goofy's train of thought.

Goofy just shook his head. "Naw, it's not your fault."

They both laid down. Sylvia leaned against Goofy and put her arm around him. "You know he'll always be your son, right?"

"Yeah." Goofy smiled. "I love him."

"Then think about what's best for Max and not yourself." Sylvia suggested. "What he needs is our full support for the wedding." She smiled. "Besides...we'll be grandparents within the next few years."

"Oh, gawrsh, I've wanted grandkids for a while." Goofy admitted. "Ahyuck!"

They both laughed and went to sleep. This was going to be the best wedding ever, if Goofy could help it. After all, what's the worst that could happen?