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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!

Say, goofster!

See anything that looks like a customer?

No, but there's a pigeon up here

That kind of resembles my Aunt Mildred.

I just don't understand what's precipitating this downturn in business.

You'd think car buyers were a vanishing species.

Ooh! A genuine Lincoln-Head one-cent piece,

all by its solitary lonesome!

Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long you'll have--

Luck.

Whoever decided pennies were good luck anyways?

Old Abe wasn't exactly Mr. Lucky.

Ouch!

Right in the lower east side of my cranium!

[screeching]

Whoa!

Hey! Aah!

Don't go under the ladder! It's bad-- whooooaaa!

[bonk]

Whew! That was close.

Thought I was gonna have a problem for a second there.

Well, whaddya know?

I do have a problem!

If I didn't know any better

I'd think I was having a streak of bad luck!

Uh, say, uh, Petey...

Nahhh! Gotta be something else.

I don't believe in that silly superstitious stuff.

I--what?

I locked myself out?

Of all the rotten luck!

Wait a minute, what am I saying?

I don't have a superstitious bone in my body, knock wood.

Ow!

[Goofy] Oh, Pete!

Yeah? Whaddya want?

Oof!

Just wanted to let you know i was gonna fall on ya.

Now, where did I put that good old Whatever it is I'm looking for?

Electric spoon...

There's that sardine 'n' onion sandwich I lost last spring.

Box of corduroy underwear,

lucky horseshoe...

What are you trying to find, Dad?

Oh, that thing that came in the mail.

I put it in my pocket,

and now I can't find hide nor hair of it.

Uh, you mean this thing in your back pocket?

Why, that's it, Maxie!

How'd ya ever think to look there?

Lucky guess, I guess.

Hmph!

It's just a series of coincidental accidents.

Doesn't have anything to do with luck or supersti-- ow!

Not a good sign.

Well, it could be happening.

A guy can get a run of bad luck.

Same as a woman gets a run in her stocking.

Well, maybe it's happening to...

[gulp] Me!

Spilt salt!

Pete! Oh, Petey!

What? I wasn't doing anything!

I was just salting the grass

for reasons of slug control.

I found the entry form for the--

Spoonerville 500 road rally!

Yes! Ha-ha-ha!

Winning this race...

is gonna put Pete's car lot on the map!

Why, my name will be on the tip of every tongue.

There'll be two used Pete cars in every garage.

Yes, sir, this is gonna turn my luck around.

It's the 13th Annual Race,

and it's bein' held ON Friday the 13th.

Hee-hee! What?

Let me see, now...

Lucky rabbit's foot, complete with rabbit.

Lucky four-leaf clover, roots and all.

Assorted charms.

And that ought to take care of me.

Aww. If it wasn't for bad luck,

I'd have no luck at all.

[horn honks]

That noxious noise

can only be the horn belonging to Earl of Earl's Auto.

Hiya, chimp! Or don't I mean to say chump?

What are you doing here, squirrel?

Or don't I mean to say Earl?

Well, I would ask to see a cherry car in mint condition,

but all you got is lemons.

Save the lame stuff for your TV commercials,

and state your business!

Oh, thought maybe you'd wanna make

a small sideways wager on the outcome of the Spoonerville 500.

Well...

matter of fact, I'm not enterin' this year.

I, uh-- I got an ingrown toenail disorder on my pedal foot,

and my liverwurst is gettin' worse.

And I just can't sit in a car for more than 10 minutes at a time.

That's what I thought.

You're nothing but a big yellow bellied hot house chicken.

Well, that, too, but-- what did you call me?

Hey, fine,

you're one less car to pass on my way to the finish line!

Listen, you turtle head,

if you think I'm going to waste my precocious time racin' you,

then that's just your tough lu--

[coughing]

Luck!

Spinach next to peas, good luck, please.

Salad fork here, good luck for a year.

There, that takes care of--

That. What's everybody gawking at?

You'd think you never seen a guy alphabetize his veggies.

Oh, Pete, isn't it interesting that

the 13th Annual Spoonerville 500

is being held on Friday the 13th.

Do tell.

The 13th falls on the 13th this year, HUH?

Oh, but you wouldn't be the least bit superstitious,

would you, shamrock lips?

Ha-ha-ha!

Me? Super--

Fixed yer umbrelly, Petey.

Works perfect now!

Just be careful not to get it wet.

Oh!

Don't you know opening one of them in the house is bad--

Bad... taste?

Why don't you admit it-- You are superstitious.

Are you, Daddy?

Are you really, really supersti-sti-sti--

What mommy said?

-You're not! Are you, Dad? -Yeah!

You're not stuper-sloopy super...

Uh, what pistol said?

Of course I'm not-- I'm not...

Well, what I'm saying here...

I'm trying to say that I'm--I'm not...

I am not superstitious!

And to prove it, I'm gonna enter that race!

Aww, what've I gone

and got myself into?

Has your luck run out on you?

Has it ever!

Is bad luck following you everywhere?

You could say that twice and still not know the half of it!

Do you want your luck to change?

Speak up! I can't read your mind.

I'm sorry, I thought you could. Yes, yes!

Then come to Madame Zelderina's

fortune telling emporium and pie shop.

No.

Yes!

Let Zelderina,

psychic, seer, and master baker,

remove your bad luck.

Aw, a downright upstandin' citizen like me

can't go to a...

fortune teller!

Come see Zelderina...

Zelderina...

Zelderina.

Or can I?

Mr. Pete, I've been expecting you.

How'd you know my name?

Madame Zelderina knows all.

Besides, you called for appointment.

You want pie?

I smell your aura miles away...

like meatball sandwich.

That was lunch.

With spicy hot peppers?

You have heartburn, no?

Er, I have heartburn, yes.

Madame Zelderina knows all!

Come...sit.

I see your bad, bad...

Oh, terrible bad, ew, yuck, awful bad luck!

Oh, bad as all that, is it?

No. Worse.

I know answer!

But I haven't even asked the question.

Money is root of all evil.

It drains your luck dry.

Let Zelderina absorb all of Mr. Pete's bad luck.

Give me your money!

You got it-- what?

Yes, money. Yes!

Give to Zelderina!

Give your bad luck now!

There. How you feel?

Um...

Broke?

Good! Healing has begun.

But what's this?

To bring good luck back,

Uh... uh...

The baggy-panted one who dances with rakes!

The whatsy whosit does what with who?

Trust Madame Zelderina.

Time's up.

Want some pastry to go?

No, but-- but--

No problem. I send bill.

Good luck, and stay away from greasy fried foods.

Hey! Wait a minute!

How am I ever gonna find the baggy-panted one

who dances with rakes?

I almost gotcha!

Ooh! Playin' hard to get, huh?

C'mere, ya slippery little--

It's him...

The baggy-panted one who dances with rakes.

Whoa! Uh!

And it's...

The Goof!

I want my money back now!

Madame Zelderina sees Mr. Pete

has many, many spots on brain.

Wh-what? Del-delusions?

Spots? I do?

If you think I give refund,

You do.

I found the baggy-panted rake dancer.

You did?

I mean, you did.

Yeah, and he's no good luck charm!

And I sure ain't puttin' him in any race car of mine!

Oh. But he is very good luck.

But I can't--

You wish to be in big race, no?

Uh, big race, yes.

Then he must be with you at all times.

He is ticket to good luck

for you and car.

Keep him with you at all times.

[sniffing]

What's that?

[sniff]

Madame Zelderina smell bad luck on Mr. Pete.

You must be cleansed pure.

Well, look who it is, my old pal the Goof.

You know, I heard a little secret today that you're Spoonerville's

all time greatest auto mechanic.

That's a secret, all righty.

'Cause I had no idea.

That why you're now on Team Pete.

You're gonna be my mechanic,

and help me win the Spoonerville 500.

Sounds kinda mechanical.

And it'll only cost you 100 bucks to be on the team.

Well, uh, when you put it that way,

it's a deal!

And it'd be well worth it at half the price, too.

Heh-heh-heh.

Looks like I got my lucky charm.

Heh-heh-heh-heh.

Aah!

M-m-my car!

My beautiful car!

What have you done to it?

Now, don't thank me just yet.

I gotta make it run again first.

Run? Run?

You better make it run!

And I don't care if you have to stay up all night to do it!

[sweetly] Of course, that is if you don't mind

stayin' up all night.

Oh, don't worry about a thing, Petey.

By morning I'll have this baby purring like a mouse...

or is that a parakeet?

Oh!

Kangaroo? Uh, rhinococeras?

Kumquat? Ladybug?

[Max] Good luck in the race, Mr. P!

I don't need luck, Max my boy.

Racing's all a matter of skill.

Why, there's your car, Peter.

Oh, and look-- they made you number 13.

Thirteen, huh?

Only 14 more minutes, Dad.

Nope, make that 13.

Thirteen?

Yep. Race starts at 1:00.

That's 1300 naval time!

It is?

We'll be rootin' for ya

Up there in row 13!

Ya w-w-w-will?

No, but you don't mind, do you?

Because you're not superstitious--

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

Are you?

Oh, no, no, no! Uh-uh!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Pete, watch out!

Ya almost stepped on that little black kitty cat!

Black cat?

Wait, Goof, come back!

I never thought the day would come when I'd hear myself sayin' this,

but I don't want you out of my sight for even a second.

I want you right by my side

nonstop, start to finish. You got that?

Sure thing, Petey.

I just wish I could have gotten one winky-dink of sleep last night.

Welcome to The 13th Running

of the Spoonerville 500!

Today's race will be on our

new left-handed green track.

Where do ya think yer goin'?

You're drivin'!

Okey-doke... I think.

[yawn]

Good luck, and start your engines!

[engines revving]

[tires squealing]

Think there's time for a quick nap first?

I'm beat!

You will be if you don't step on it!

Wake up, Goof! No sleepin' on the job.

Watch it!

Watch it!

Ah-hyuck!

I could do this in my sleep.

Whew! Not bad drivin'.

Not bad at all.

S-say, Goof,

do you really think we ought to be

taking this part so fast?

Goof? Goof?

[snoring]

Wake up, goof!

Wake up! Wake up!

Well, I really don't think I want to watch this.

[snoring]

Huh? Wha--

Whoa!

Give me that!

Whoa!

And the red flag is out!

What do you think you're doing out there?

Gawrsh, you mean you don't know?

I'm drivin'! Ah-hyuck!

Ooh! Ohh...

Of course, I didn't mean to insult your goofability.

What I meant was, you're a gem of a goof,

a prince among paupers.

Wanna reconsider that little wager?

Double it, and you're on, oil.

They're already carving my name

on the first place trophy!

[snoring]

Huh? What's that?

Spare? Retread?

Yeah, gotta check the spare.

Jack. Wrench. Blanket. [yawn]

Maybe just an eensy-weensy napperoo will do me good.

[snoring]

The track has been cleared

and the race is ready to resume.

Well, time to go, Goof.

Let's get crackin'!

Goof?

Uh... Goof?

Goofy?

My good luck Goof is...

Gone!

Goofy?

Ooo-boo-boo, Goofy!

Hello! Goof, Goof, Goofer!

[whistling]

Goofer! Come out.

Come out, wherever you are!

Pete. Are you OK?

Goof... gone... disappeared.

Goofless!

Lug nut, the race is about to start again.

So you'll just have to drive alone.

Alone? Oh, no, no!

Not without the Goofster!

Oh, I can't. I couldn't!

Oh, now, crank case, you've driven alone before.

I've seen you.

Oh, no! You don't understand.

See, I gotta--

That good-for-nothing Earl's gone and kidnapped my Goof!

I'm gonna get that Earl and get my good luck Goof back!

See you later, my little radiator.

Nobody steals my one and only lucky charm

and gets away with it!

Outta my way!

One side! Comin' through!

[Pete] all right, Earl, give him back!

Huh? Give who back?

Quit your playin' around!

I want the baggy-panted one who dances with rakes!

Are you out of your cotton candy your mind?

Hand him over, ya Goofnapper!

Somebody help!

He's ruining my bodywork!

Yer not gettin' away this time!

[tires squealing]

I want him back, Earl, and I mean now!

Hey, will ya knock it off already?

I got to get my--

Oh, congratulations, sweetums!

You won the race.

Not now, Peg.

I gotta retrieve that lucky Goof from that lousy-- what?

I-- I won the road race?

Without the Goof?

Eeeeeuuuuwww...

[yawn]

Ah-hyuck! Just had the strangest dream.

Dreamt I slept through the whole race inside of Petey's trunk.

♪ Gimme a beat ♪

[theme music playing]

Yeah!