"There's a car! There's a car! There's a car, there's a car!" Hamton and his family chanted as they bounced up and down in their car, put back together again for the 2nd time that day.
"There's a car, there's a car, there's a car, there's a car!" the Warners parroted as they made Scratchy's car bounce in like.
"He-yuck, there's a car, there's a car, there's a car, there's a car!" Goofy pointed. He reached over and nudged Max with his elbow, "This is a great way to travel, Maxie, think how much we'll save on gas."
"It's definitely an interesting view," Max responded as he looked down at the traffic below as their three cars sat on top of Pete's RV as it barreled along the highway.
Down below in the driver's seat, Pete was grumbling to himself as he flinched every time the RV roof thudded and sounded like it was all going to crash down on him. Most of what he said was incoherent though a few words came out plain as day, "3,000 places across the country to go for vacation, and that Goof's gotta cross my path. Stupid-"
"Did you say something, pickle chip?" Peg asked in her deceptively sweet tone.
"Oh, no, sweetheart!" Pete forced himself to grin, "just calculating when we should be arriving at our final destination."
"Well that's good, but we'll never get to Happy World Land before it closes, we'll just have to stop somewhere for the night, and get back on the road again, tomorrow."
"What!" Pete exclaimed, "two days on the road with those Goofs on the roof?"
"Well it is the least you could do after nearly plowing them off the road!" Peg barked the last five words at him.
Pete cowered in his seat. "Yes, dear."
"Oh and just think how wonderful it will be for Pistol to have some friends to play with during this road trip," Peg said, resuming her saccharine tone, "and you know children, they're bound to stay up all night making noise."
Pete winced as he anticipated the night that was ahead of him. "Yes, pie plate."
From up above there was a sudden commotion and the RV really started shaking. Pete howled and wailed as he tried to keep the vehicle under control, but he was starting to wonder, "Must be an earthquake! Or a typhoon! Or..."
"Hiya Petey!" Goofy waved as he hung upside down outside the window.
"YAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWW!" Pete screamed as he nearly went off the road and steered with all his might to get the RV back under control and in the proper lane.
Goofy was pleasantly oblivious and said, "The kids wanted to know if we can stop at Weenie Burger up ahead for dinner."
"Weenie Burger?" Pete repeated, dumbfounded.
"Weenie Burger?" P.J. stuck his head into the room, "aw man this is gonna be great!"
"Weenie Burger?" Pistol repeated, the sound of her charging footsteps echoing throughout the motorhome.
"Uh oh," Pete groaned.
"Daddy!" Pistol charged into the room and made a perfect landing right on Pete's shoulders, "Weenie Burger? I love Weenie Burger, can we eat at Weenie Burger, Daddy? Huh huh huh? Can we can we can we?"
Pete groaned again as he pried his daughter's iron grip fingers off his cheeks, "If that's what you want to do, snookums, that's what we'll do."
"Oh goodie goodie goodie!" Pistol clapped and then turned and ran out of the room.
As soon as Pistol was gone, Pete took on a large scowl and grumbled half coherently to himself about the sudden turn his vacation was taking.
"Let's see now," Goofy thought before saying into the drive-thru intercom, "we'll take 1, 2, 3...15 Weenie burgers, 15 Weenie fries, 15 Weenie colas..."
"And a super duper extra large burpo-cola!" Wakko added as he hung down from the roof of the RV.
"Coming right up," the ditzy sounding teenage waitress on the other end of the intercom said, "that'll be $25.95."
The drive-thru window opened and Goofy took everything at once and headed back to the RV with a stacked tower of fast food in his arms that rose up well over his head. Acting on sheer memory and dumb luck, Goofy blindly walked around the rest of the drive-thru traffic and headed back to the RV and called, "Dig in!"
There was a stampede and Goofy found himself knocked on the ground as hands came out of nowhere and grabbed at the food.
"Gawrsh," he said, "maybe I should've ordered seconds."
"Ah, Weenie burgers!" Plucky exclaimed triumphantly, "At least I'm finally getting something to eat on this vacation."
Hamton swallowed a large bite of his weenie burger and said somberly, "Gosh, Babs and Buster love Weenie Burger too, it's too bad they can't come with us."
"Hold it right there, bub," Plucky told him, "this road trip is crowded enough as is without cramming those two dumb rabbits into the mix."
"Oh man," P.J. said as he paused eating his burger long enough to take a breath, "these are the best burgers."
"Mm-hmm," Max nodded before swallowing his, "I'll say. Man I'm glad we ran into you, Peej, this vacation was going to bite."
"What're you talking about?" P.J. asked, "going to the Power Line concert in L.A., you are so lucky, dude!"
Max's eyes got big. "How'd you hear about that?"
"Oh man the whole town's talking about it, it's gonna be awesome," P.J. said.
Suddenly Max lost his appetite.
"Keep your voice down," he said as he clapped a hand over P.J.'s mouth.
"Why?" P.J. asked in a muffled voice.
Max leaned in close and told him, "There's one person who doesn't know about it...my dad."
"What?"
Max drew back, eyes big with panic as he saw Goofy heading their way, "Shhh!"
"Humph," Pete sighed as he parked the RV, "this looks like a good a spot as any to stop for the night. Now if I could just get rid of those Goofs."
"Come here," Pistol called to the others, "come and see what the RV can do, it's so cool!"
"Huh?" Pete asked, his brain slow to follow the conversation before he realized the Warners, Plucky, Hamton, P.J. and Max were all zipping by, the force strong enough to spin him around each time. "What's going on?"
"Wait'll you see this guys, it's awesome, it's stupendous, it's amazing," Pistol said as she started flipping switches and pulling levers.
The RV shook and jiggled and went up on the front tires, then landed and went up on the back tires, causing the roof to tilt downward, allowing the three cars on top to gradually roll forward and downward until one by one they were all parked in front of the RV.
"Much obliged, neighbor!" Wade Pig called from their car.
Then the RV was transformed from a mere recreational vehicle, to having a satellite dish for TV, a patio complete with furniture and drinks, a Jacuzzi with a sofa on either side of it, a basketball court, an Olympic sized swimming pool, and a bowling alley on the roof.
"Awesome!" Max exclaimed. "Now this is camping."
"Daddy daddy daddy can Max and Mr. Goof and the others stay the night with us, huh, can they?" Pistol asked.
"Whoa! Hold it!" Pete said, "this is going too-"
"Peter," Peg said in a warning tone.
Pete swallowed loudly and altered his tone as he answered, "Why, sure they can, sweetheart, if that's what you want...then that's what I want," he trailed off grumbling.
"Way cool!" Max and P.J. high fived.
"Ooh boy!" Hamton exclaimed as he unstrapped a bag from the top of his parents' car, "A sleepover on an RV. This is the greatest vacation I ever had. Thanks, Mom and Dad!"
"You're welcome, son," Wade said, "give your mom and Uncle Stinky and me a chance to stretch out in the car tonight."
"Have a good time, Hammy," Winnie wagged a manicured finger at him, "but remember to be on your best behavior."
"I will!" Hamton replied as he headed over to the RV, "Bye!"
"Oh, he's such a good boy," Winnie said as she leaned back in her seat.
"Yep," Wade smiled tiredly, "that boy's a chip off the old ham hock."
They had a good laugh at the joke, which was seconded by a particularly loud series of grunts from Uncle Stinky in the backseat.
"Ahhhh, now this is a vacation," Plucky said to himself as he sat in the Jacuzzi and let the jets massage him. The only sounds were the running water, his contented sighs, and the distance sound of Max and P.J. playing basketball around the other side of the RV. "After two days on the road with those pigs..."
He stopped and his eyes bugged out when a black fin rose up above the water in the hot tub. Plucky's eyes got big, and one watched the fin while the other looked to the fourth wall.
"Oh ho ho, very droll," he dryly said, "nothing but an old cartoon gag. No doubt some prankster sporting a cardboard fin, observe." He reached into the water, grabbed the fin, picked it up and gestured to it with the other hand. Then he looked at it, and saw it was in fact a fin, on top of the head of some ugly monster with big eyes, a huge mouth and lots of razor sharp teeth. It rose up out of the water and revealed it was over six feet tall and covered in scales and fins, and Plucky did a typical cartoon take, hovered over the water, eyes twice as big as he was and yelled, "AHHHHHHH!"
"Oh good, you found my little pet," Dot said as the Warners came up.
Plucky had jumped clear out of the Jacuzzi and was hugging the branch on a tree as he looked down at them. "Ha...that...'s...your...p-p-p-pet?"
"One of them anyway," Yakko answered, "we have to rotate them each cartoon, keep things interesting you know."
Plucky waited until Dot got the monster back in its little tiny white box, how it was even possible defied the extent of his knowledge on toon physics, and once she put the box in her pocket, only then did he let go and drop back down into the tub.
"So much for a relaxing experience," he commented as he swam over to the edge and climbed out.
"Hey, we're just getting started," Yakko said as he slapped Plucky's shoulder, "just wait until the grownups go to sleep and we break out the extra caffeine cola."