01x34 - Goof Under My Roof

[bunniefuu]

Ah-hyuck!

♪ H-h-h-hit it ♪

♪ Like father, like son ♪

♪ You're always number one ♪

[both]
Yes!

♪ There's buddies
There's pals ♪

Yeah!

♪ You always seem to work things out ♪

♪ Can't you see you're two of a kind ♪

♪ Lookin' for a real good time ♪

Whoa!

♪ A real good time ♪

Aah!

♪ Report to the Goof Troop ♪

♪ And we'll always stick together ♪

♪ Always stick together ♪

♪ We're the Goof Troop ♪

♪ The best of friends forever ♪

♪ Side by side wherever we go ♪

♪ We're always ready to roll ♪

♪ Now gimme a beat ♪

♪ We're the Goof Troop ♪

♪ And we always stick together ♪

Gawrsh!

♪ We're the Goof Troop ♪

♪ The best of friends forever ♪

♪ Now we're calling everyone ♪

♪ Come along and join the fun ♪

♪ Report to the Goof Troop ♪

♪ Baa ba doo da bop baa ba doo bop ♪

Yeah!

[dog barking]

[Max] And it's a high lob way
into the back court.

The Peejmeister goes deep...

Whoa!

And misses.

amigo.

On the way to a shutout.

-No way, Jose.
-Yes way, Chico.

Hey, what's all the racket about--

How many times I gotta tell you two
this fence isn't made for handball?

It's fra-guile, like my eardrums.

One good smack,
and it could all come...

Down.

Uh, m-m-Max, I think it's time to...

-Scram?
-Bingo.

[groans]

[Pete] Lousy way to spend a day...
[muttering]

Could be wastin' quality time
in my dinghy trollin' for widemouth bass.

[muttering]

Petey, what are you doin'?

Well, I am knittin' you a scarf!
What's it look like?

I'm fixin' the damage that kid of yours
did to my fence.

But my tomaters are all squished.

So now you got the only ketchup plant
on the block.

[laughing]

[grunts]

You musta moved the fence, Petey.

It doesn't go there.
It goes... [strains] there.

'Fraid not, Goof.

It goes... [straining]

There!

Petey, I'm positive it goes... [straining]

There.

No, there.

-There!
-There!

-There!
-There!

All right, Goof. Guess I gotta prove
to you where the property line is!

Poor little fellers.

Here it is, Goof--
official property profile,

showing all
boundaries and borders.

Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle.

No need to bring your family
into this, Pete.

I was right, wasn't I?

Well, not exactly.
It's bad news, Goof.

What is it, Petey?

Oh, according to this, I own everything
right up to here.

Lemme see that, Pete.

I could do plenty with my beefed-up
boundaries, too.

Like build me a nine-hole golf course.

[crash]

I feel awful about this, Goof.
Or put in a fully stocked trout pond!

Really tough break for you.

Or-- Or maybe raise buffalo.

They make great poker buddies--
Always bring their own chips! Ha!

But, hey, what am I talking about?

I couldn't do that to a pal.

You couldn't?

Of course not.
You can keep your house.

I won't even charge you rent.

I can? You won't?

Gawrsh, Pete, you're a prince.

Uh, think of me more as a king

and you're my grovelin' subject.

Ah-hyuck! Pool's all clean,
your Peteyness.

And ya turned up the temperature
so it's nice and toasty?

Yup, just like you asked.

Excellent, Goofer. You know, I believe
this arrangement's gonna work out.

Huh?

-Whoooaaah!
-[clang]

Gawsh! I musta made it cold
instead of hot.

Get me outta here!

[straining]

You idiot!

Don't go anywhere, Petey.

No!

Pete, this is gonna hurt you
a lot more than me.

Whaa-ooo-h*-h*!

Whaa-ooo-h*-h*!

[clang]

Whaa-ooo-h*-h*!

Brrr! Wait'll I get my hands on that Goof!

Look out below!

He...he actually missed me.

-Have you seen my sledgehammer, Petey?
-[descending whistle]

[clang]

[Pete sobbing]

Oh, good. Ah-hyuck! You found it.

No more messin' up, Goofster.

I want that chimney swept so clean,
you can to eat off it!

OK, Petey, but you oughta invest
in a nice set of dishes.

Thanks, Goof.

You oughta think about investing
in a nice set of brains.

Hey, Petey, I found something!

Anything up there belongs to me, see?
So toss it down!

Okey-doke.

What?

Ahhhh! Yeeiaa!

Bee-- Bees!

Aah!

Bees!

What did ya say there, Petey?

I can't hear you over all that buzzin'!

Buzz off, ya stinkin' stingers.
I ain't no lunch meat!

Get down here, ya goof!

[Goofy] Okey-dokey! Whoooaaah!

[coughing]

You got what we call a soot problem,
Petey.

No. I got a Goof problem.

[Goofy] But don't you worry, Petey.

I'm gonna have this place
cleaned up for you

in two shakes of a pogo stick.
Ah-hyuck!

Hey, whadya think you're--

Gimme that!

Oh.

You know, Goofster, I could fire you
and take away half your house,

but I'm not going to.

'Cause I'm your bestest buddy?

No. Because free help is harder to find
than good help.

But from now on, you work outside, see,
where you can't do any damage!

Now give that lawn a close
shave 'n' a haircut.

And keep away from Peg's rosebushes!

Will do, Petey.

Hey, watch out for Peg's rosebushes!

Whaa-ooo-h*-h*!

Aah! What a--

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Whaa-ooo-h*-h*!

[clattering]

Whoa-aah!

No, no, no! Stay back! Stay back!

Mower musta run out of gas. Ah-hyuck!

That's it! You're through!

You mean I don't have to
be your helper anymore, Petey?

That's right.

'Cause I'm taking possession
of my property!

Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

[crash]

Dad, you're not gonnas let Mr. Pete
get away with this, are you?

We have to, Maxie.
It's his property now.

But, Dad, it's a free country.
He can't steal our house!

We got laws and a Bill of Rights!
That's what our forefathers fought for.

Uh, Peg-ums. [nervous chuckle]

Back from the mall so soon?

[laughing]

Petey, if you don't mind my asking,
what is going on here?

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,
can I ride on the big tractor

and make it go up and down
and blow beep, beep, beep horn?

Ha ha ha! Later, p*stol, honey.

Uh, Peg-ums, I'm building me--
us-- a new wing.

Discovered we own half
the Goof's property.

Oh! Says who?

This piece of paper.

Why, I had it--

Got it right here, Petey.

[p*stol] Ha ha ha! Looky, Daddy.

Mr. Goof made it fly like a kite.

Pete, paper or no paper,

you have no right to knock down
poor Goofy's house.

Now hold on, Peg.
It's a free country.

We got the Bill of Rights
and the right to post bills.

That's what our forefathers fought for.
Ah-hyuck!

Come on, p*stol. You and I
will check with the county

on this property line business.

Oh, and, Petey, no more home improvements
till I get back. Got it?

Yes, rutabaga lips. Bye.

Come on, Junior. We got work to do.

-But Mom just said--
-Never mind.

Once she sees what I've done to the place,
she'll love it.

Not.

]Pete] Aw, now this is livin'.

I can sit in my boat and cast right
into the Goof's livin' room.

Ha ha ha!

Oh, yes, sir.

Much roomier than my old game room.

Pop, it's roomier than Yankee Stadium!

Petey, I baked you a peach pit pie.
Just my way of saying-- [screams]

[splat]

Welcome to the livin' room?

Thanks, Goof. I'm touched.

Speakin' of your livin' room,
I need to check some measurements.

Mm. Mm-hmm. Yep. I was right.

Half of it's on my property.

Huh?

Aw. Tough break, Goof.

Now, to avoid any unnecessary trespassin',

I'm gonna have to mark off
the new borders.

I don't expect any problems,
long as you stay on your side.

[Goofy] Come on, Maxie. Ah-hyuck!

Don't you want to watch
Ridiculous Chicken?

No, thanks, Dad. I'm going outside
to hang with Peej for a while.

OK, Maxie, but you're missin'
a good one. Ah-hyuck!

Ridiculous Chicken sure is ridiculous!
Ah-hyuck! Ha ha!

[man, over TV]
And the pitch. Strike 2!

Ya no-good bub of an umpire!
What, are you blind?

Oh, Petey, I'm tryin' to watch cartoonies.

Tough!

Don't you think
it's a little on the loud side?

You think that's loud?

[man]
...to center field! What a shot!

-How do you like them apples?
-I think they're pretty rotten!

Now this is what I call
a double header! Ha ha ha!

Boy, Max, at first I thought it was gonna
be cool having our houses joined together.

But now I'm not sure.

Yeah. I think our dads are getting
on each other's nerves.

Hey, what if they got
really mad at each other?

Yeah. And ended up trashing
everything in the house?

[both] That would be cool!

Spaghetti and meatballs.
My favorite.

Me, too! Ha ha ha!

Hey, Petey! That's my dinner!

Not the half that was
on my side of the line. Ha ha!

[clamoring foot steps]

[ker-ching]

What's the matter, Maxie?

Oh, well, some kids at the park
were calling me names.

What kind of names?

♪ Half-house Maxie!
Half-house Maxie! ♪

♪ Nyah nyah nyah-nyah nyah ♪

♪ Half-house Maxie ♪

[both laugh]

Does that answer your question?

Aw, I know this has been rough on you,
Maxie, losing your bedroom and all,

so I got you a present to cheer you up.

You did?

Bet you're gonna like it, too.

Just as long as it's not marshmallows.

I'll give you a hint.

-Comes in a big bag.
-Please, anything but.

It's white, chewy, and real good
around the campfire.

Oh... marshmallows?

How'd you guess? Here ya go, Maxie.

Hey. It's empty, Pop.

Hmm.
Wasn't empty when I had something in it.

Mm. These are good, Goof. Very delicate.

[burp] Got any more?

Pete, them marshmallows were for Maxie!

But they were on my side of the line.
And possession is 9/10 of the law.

OK, Pete, that's it.

You bulldozed my house,
painted lines through my living room,

but stealin' Maxie's present

is the marshmallow
that broke the camel's back!

[Pete] All right, Goof, if it's a w*r
you want, it's a w*r you got!

But first, accordin' to the rules
of the Geneva Convention,

we gotta have a snack.

OK, Goof, put out your hands.

Uh... What kind of snack is this, Pete?

You'll see.

Coochie, coochie, coochie!

Ah-choo!

[coughing]

Hey! That's a dirty trick!

Yeah, well, w*r is messy!
Ha ha ha ha!

Ah... ah-choo!

[coughing]

Ah-hyuck! You're right, Pete.
w*r is messy.

I thought they were at w*r, Max.

All they're doing is standing
by the dumb old refrigerator.

Guess that's what they call
a cold w*r, Peej.

All right, wise guy, I'm gonna garnish
that meat head of yours with ketchup!

What the--

It pours real slow, Pete.
You got to hit it.

You mean like this?

Grrr!

You know what? Ah-hyuck!

That ketchup makes you look
like a giant hamburger!

And big burgers need big buns!

Some fast-rising bread mix
oughta do the trick!

Hey, what do you think you're-- Huh?

Wait till I get my hands on you!

I'll--I'll get you, you big--

Oh, I'm stuck, Goof.
You got to help me.

Okey-dokey!

[Pete] Whoa!

Looks like the cold w*r's turned into
an air w*r, Peej.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Woo! Whoa! Whoa!

[crash]

[P.J.] Awesome! A 3-pointer!

-Whoa!
-[thuds]

So, you like sports, eh?
Bowling's my favorite!

[Goofy screaming]

[P.J.] That's a strike for my dad.

-Pop, are you OK?
-Uh, fine, son, fine.

Can you strain me some succotash
for supper?

Man, why can't our dads just get along
like we do, Max?

Immaturity. They're grownups.

[man, on TV] What a game, sports fans!
Truly a class...

Well, that's some wall there, Goofster.
Yes, sir. You're a real mason.

Just one teensy problem--
The wall's on my property!

-Is not. It's right on the line!
-Yeah, but it's on my edge of the line!

Ought to be on your edge of the line!

What difference does
a couple of inches make?

Plenty when they belong to me!

Uhh!

On second thought, what difference
does a couple of inches make?

Whoa!

[fizzle]

My 2000-FX with...

[sob]

high definition stereo oscillation
and 650 lines of resolution.

You broke it!

Yeah, but we got the third out. Ah-hyuck!

Me, I got my eye on home plate.

Don't you dare hurt Aunt Goofilia's
china cabinet!

It's a family heirloom.

And you're the family airhead.
Ha ha ha ha!

[snorting]

OK, Pete, if you want to be
bullheaded about it.

Hey,
toro, toro.

OK
andale, bully wooly! Yeah!

Grrr!

[crash]

Gotcha, gotcha.
Gotcha, little dishie.

Ha ha ha!

Call the Pentagon!
I never seen so many flying saucers!

Ha ha ha ha!

Whoa!

Ooh-whoa! Whoa!

Oh, here, Goof. Ya missed one.

Thanks, Petey.

-Uh-oh!
-[shatters]

Aw, that's too bad.

They just don't make antiques
like they used to.

All right, Pete, you asked for it.

Maybe next time you'll think twice
before messing with the Goof.

Think it's pretty nasty tying a guy's
shoelaces together, don't you?

I'll show you nasty when I-- Whoa!

[crash]

Like your new hat, Pete. Ah-hyuck!

Oh, ya do, huh?

Well, try this on for size, wise guy.

Two can play at that game, Pete.

Tsk, tsk. Too small, Goof.
Gotta throw this one back.

Ow.

[Pete] Catch, Goof!

Garbage fight.

Truly gross!

Yeah, grownups have all the fun.

[Goofy and Pete yelling indistinctly]

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mr. Goof and Daddy
are playing in the garbage cans.

[Peg] Well, isn't this a sight!

Two grown men rolling around in the trash.

[sniffing] Eww! You smell bad, Daddy.

It's all his fault, Peg.

-Is not.
-Is, too.

The Goof's just jealous on economy
because half his house belongs to me.

Oh, yes, Petey.
I found a copy of the property profile.

You must have read it
upside down, snookums,

because we don't own
half of Goofy's house.

He owns half of ours!

The Goof owns half our house?

But all is not lost.

You've set a fine example for the children

on how to settle disputes
in a mature, grownup way.

Oh, yeah, Pop, it was neat!

Totally radical!

Can you do it again tomorrow, Daddy? Huh?
Please, Daddy? Huh?

Please? Please? Please? Please? Please?

The Goof owns half our house?

Oh, now don't you worry none, Pete.

I won't be charging you
rent or anything...

ah-hyuck... as long as you do me
a couple of teensy favors.

First, I need you to rebuild my house.

Then my weeds need whackin',
tires could use rotatin'.

And oh! Did I mention I wanted a jacuzzi
or maybe them hot tubs, too?

Hey, let's have...

[sobbing]

♪ Gimme a beat ♪

[theme music playing]

Yeah!