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Ah-hyuck!

♪ H-h-h-hit it ♪

♪ Like father, like son ♪

♪ You're always number one ♪

-Yes! -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 ♪

♪ 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!

[whistle blows]

[Pete] Yeah, yeah. Go! Go! Go! Go!

I can't stand it!

Tackle 'im! Get 'im, ya spuds!

Dog pile! Yaa-hoo!

Is he ever going to speak to us again, Mommy?

Oh, don't worry, baby.

This is the last game of the season.

As soon as it's over, he's all ours,

whether he likes it or not.

Ah, come on, mom.

He doesn't even know we're alive

if the football game's on.

Don't be silly, PJ.

We're always on your father's mind.

Peg! Where are my wiener doodle cheese melts?

See?

So what kind of a weak-kneed, slack-bellied,

snack-slobbering man are you?

Sitting around getting fat

while the world passes you by?

Oh, mama! Not you again!

You're nothing without a sports car

from Tan Roadster.

A muscle machine for a muscle man.

Right, girls?

You're always right, Tan.

Here you go, baby fat.

[gobbling]

[slurp]

Ahhh. Here.

Uhh! Excuse me.

I can't recall hearing

any expression of gratitude.

[burp]

I'm sorry. A belch won't do.

Ooh-ahhh.

Well, I suppose that's better than being ignored.

Oh, honey, those were the best doodles I...

Move! Out of the way!

Well, since it's the last game,

I'll let him live.

C'mon, c'mon! C'mon! Yes!

Touchdown! Whooooh! We won!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

What the... Peg!

There someone at the door.

Oh, drat. I've got to do everything around here.

Ah-hyuck. Hiya, Petey.

We ain't buying nothin' from nobody, see?

Not a very warm reception.

You can say that again.

Hey, what's the big idea?

I can't see! See?

Peter, dear, you promised

that after the last football game of the season,

you'd take us all to mount ladle

for fun and sun in the snow.

[Pistol] We have killer snowballs,

and we're not afraid to use 'em.

Aw, but... but the instant replays,

the pre-post game, the post-pre game, the wrap-ups,

America's favorite sports injuries...

Hoo! Aah! Hey! Aah! No fair!

Awk! Hey! I have a good idea!

Why don't we go to Mount Ladle?

-Hey! -Yay!

Pete! Doll!

I'm trying to get out of...

I'm stuck!

I'm not buying it, sugar buns.

Wha-wha-whaddaya gonna do?

Uh, Peg? Mousse pie, wait!

Stop! Ow!

[straining] Uhh!

Oow! Oow! Oow!

Whaaaa!

Ah!

Aah!

[Pete shouting]

Help! No! Stop!

Whaa! Hah! Ow!

What are you trying to...

I just don't know how I could get stuck here.

I've been betrayed by my favorite recliner.

I think it was those last wiener doodles

that betrayed you, love handles.

And that tub of pork rinds.

Yeah. And that 12-pack of burritos.

And jalapeño fudge sundaes

and double-dipped chocolate pig's feet

and whipped cream nachos.

And brown sugar blintzes

and French-fried Swedish meatballs

and pork tartare and Vienna sausage...

All right, all right! Thanks for sharing.

A football fan's gotta keep his strength up, you know.

Gawrsh, Pete, it sounds to me

like you might've put on a ton or two.

Are you crazy? I...

[stomach rumbles]

Little old me?

Why, it's all muscle.

I ain't fat. I'm just big-boned.

Yes. Especially your head.

All right, now stop talking crazy.

Get me out of this man-eating chair.

My sitter's getting numb.

Ah-hyuck! Numb or not,

it's hangin' on to that there chair

like a tow truck to a bumper.

Now that gives me an idea.

[Goofy] Okey-doke, Peg!

We're all set out here!

Thank you, Goofy!

Wait till I give the word!

All set, Mrs. P.

Yeah. This is a great idea, mom.

Um, pumpkin,

it's only my personal opinion, you understand,

but I don't think this is gonna work.

Oh, stop it, Peter.

That kind of negative attitude never accomplishes anything.

All right. Then I'm positive

this isn't gonna work.

Ha ha ha!

You're incorrigible!

Now suck in your back pockets

and get ready.

Can I tell Mr. G., Mama? Please, can I?

Please, please, Mama, Mama?

Of course you can, sweetheart.

Peg, ha ha.

Can't we talk this over?

OK, Mr. G., take it away!

Oh, why didn't we think of this right away?

[chuckling]

Ow! Yeow! Aah!

Help! Leggo! Stop!

You know, Pete might've been right.

[Peg] Pete, I think you really have got to lose some weight.

[Pete] Don't be silly.

That chair was defective.

You must have gotten it

at the same place you got this RV.

Don't be ridiculous!

Well, here we are. Now what?

Now we have some fun! Right, kids?

-Awesome! -All right!

-I'm gonna ski! -I'm gonna skate!

[PJ] All right!

[sniffing] Hmm.

Smells like they're cooking up something good

at the lodge.

Pete! We didn't come here to eat!

Speak for yourself, egg roll. Ha ha ha!

Goofy, I'm worried.

That man has got to get some exercise.

-He's too fat! -Relax, Peg.

When he sees how much fun I'm havin',

he'll fall over himself to join me. Ah-hyuck!

Oh, I wish he'd phrased that differently.

[Pete humming]

Hmm. This wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Ahem!

Excusez mio.

Hey! Mind giving me some elbow room?

-Ugh! -Ohh!

Mmm! Well! Ahh!

If anyone wants quality time,

I'll be taking a nap in the old RV.

[sputtering]

Tan Roadster!

Well, well, well.

If it ain't my old buddy Pete.

How are the RVs doing, huh?

Ha ha ha!

Oh, man, can you still fit in one?

Ha! That's cute.

How are your little go-carts, Tan?

Don't they crush under the weight of your inflated ego?

At least I won't be harpooned by accident.

If I didn't have my good socks on right now,

I'd punch your lights out! Ow!

Fat chance, Pete.

Ow!

[Tan laughing]

Oh, yes.

Yeow!

What a firecracker!

Button your lip, Romeo,

or I'll blow up in your face!

Baby, you are my kind of woman.

Hey! Leave my wife alone!

Your wife? What can this woman see in you

besides way too much Pete?

There is a lot of him, but he's all mine.

She knows a real man when she sees one.

Then she should come to the Mount Ladle Winter Games

and see me in action.

The only reason she'd do that

would be to see yours truly make you look like a spud.

Pete.

It's a deal.

We'll see who she's impressed with

after we comPete in the games, buddy.

You got it... ow!

I said you needed exercise, but the winter games?

Wow, Petey! This is gonna be something to see!

Yeah.

[Pete] What have I done?

Don't worry, sugarplum. I'm putting you on a diet.

What?

You want to win the winter games, don't you?

But, sugar cookie, Petey's hungry.

Then get out of the kitchen

and find something to keep busy.

Hmm...

This oughta keep me busy.

"To my sweet, sassy Peg,

love Tan,

your lean, muscular millionaire.

[growling]

I gotta get my mind off of food.

Maybe some TV will help.

Uh...

I better sit down.

I gotta get outta here!

[panting]

Peg, have I lost any weight yet?

Uh...

You've gained 1 ounce.

Gained?

Well, pudding pop,

you've only been on the diet for two minutes.

2 1/2.

If you want to lose weight,

try getting a little exercise.

Just do it.

What's this, Daddy?

Aah!

Oh, I'm so happy, Goofy.

Now if I can just keep Pete mad enough at that roadster creep

to do himself some good.

Shh! Here he comes.

[humming]

Oh, hiya, Petey. You're doin' swell.

Yeah, sure.

Oh, hello, Peter.

I'm gonna whip Tan's money-coated hide!

[Peg] Ha ha ha! Oh, Petey.

Tan can't buy my heart with chocolates and roses.

Hee hee hee! Well,

of course he can't.

However, a convertible in candy apple red...

Goof, you gotta help me.

I gotta lose weight,

or I'll lose the Mount Ladle Winter Games

and I'll lose my wife!

All right. Ah-hyuck! I got me a plan.

[Pete] Okay, we're at the gym.

So what's your plan?

Hyuck! It's all right in here...

My how-to book of fitness.

[sigh] I must be Goofier than he is.

[Narrator] Jumping rope is the perfect warmup exercise

and leads to excellent cardiovascular fitness.

Hey! Ah-hyuck!

Once you get the hang of it,

some fancy footwork can make it fun.

Hmmph!

Okey-doke.

Ah-hyuck!

[humming]

Yee-haw!

[humming]

Gawrsh, Pete. Fitness is fun!

Ah-hyuck!

Ah, weight training.

To achieve an effective workout,

place the weight pin under the desired weight.

[groaning]

Be careful to release the weight...

Slowly.

Huh?

Never mind.

The trampoline, a fitness favorite.

For the beginner, it's best to start slowly

and work up to a stronger bounce.

I really hate this.

Treadmills, once considered

the most tedious of exercise devices,

they are now state-of-the-art fun.

Oh, give me a break.

You gotta see it.

It's got itself a movie screen.

Gawrsh, Pete.

Maybe you better not push yourself.

You look tired.

Tired? I'm not tired!

Are you tired?

Well, not...

Then I'm not tired!

Looky, Pete. It gives you the delusion

of running on a country road.

Swell.

[panting]

Huh?

Hey, Blimpo!

Catch me if you can!

Ohh! [panting]

Wait'll I get my mitts on you, you...

Pete, slow down!

I gotcha now!

Pete, save some energy for...

Ooh!

Aah!

[Goofy] Lunch.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first event

of the Mount Ladle Winter Games...

the dog sled race!

Heh heh heh. Give it up, tubby.

Dream on, spud.

On your marks...

Get set...

Come on, Daddy, Daddy! You can do it!

Doesn't look like your dad's going anywhere.

Don't give up on Pete just yet.

Peg's got a secret weapon.

Mush, you flea-bitten v-8, mush!

Whoa, boy, steady!

What?

Allow me, my dear.

Thank you, Mr. Roadster,

for letting my husband win.

Uh, don't mention...

What?

Gangway!

[arf arf]

Get goin', bone-breath!

[cheering]

Now for Mount Ladle's most popular event,

ice dancing!

Ooh! Ooh!

Honey, careful!

Whoa!

Think positive, Pete.

At least the ice isn't breaking.

Yeah. Whoa!

Ahem.

May I cut in?

Ya sneaky little...

Whoa!

Ha ha ha! Finally, we are together.

Yes... you, me, and your idiotic delusions.

Don't fight it.

What are you gonna do now, Pete?

It's what you're gonna do that counts, Goofster!

Aah!

I love you.

Oh, kiss me.

Hey, watch out!

Passionate, ain't he?

And what winter games would be complete

without an ice hockey match?

Well, contestant number 1

is obviously ready for the slapshot portion

of our friendly competition.

Oh, I'm ready, all right.

Heh heh heh!

But where's number 2?

Ah, here he comes.

Why, Peter, you're doing wonderfully.

You'll show that showoff what you're made of.

Whatever he's made of sure is heavy.

I don't like this.

Oh, don't be silly, Pete.

All you've got to do

is keep the round things out of the net.

That's all?

Sure, Petey!

It'll be a cincheruno!

Yeah.

Oh, Pete, I'm so proud of you.

Maybe this isn't gonna be so bad.

Good luck, Petey!

Whoa!

Ready or not, here they come!

Ooh... mama.

Ooh! Ow! Stop!

Cease fire!

I told you I could do it, mommy.

Finally, the giant slalom!

Our two finalists face a dangerous challenge.

One false move,

and it's a 1,200-foot drop

off the north face.

I'll be waiting for you at the finish line.

[both] All right.

[both growling]

After you.

No way. You first.

Oh, I insist you proceed me.

No, no. You go first.

Ho hum. All right.

Yaah!

Ooh. That musta hurt.

Some guys never listen.

Skiers, take your marks...

And go!

Come on, slow poke!

Hey, watch it!

Take it easy, will ya?

Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, yeah.

Whew!

Whoa!

Petey-boy, you are a piece of...

Aah!

He's gonna ski off the cliff!

I'm too good-looking to die!

No, no, no!

Oh, Tan, honey, that big RV salesman saved your life.

That-a-boy, Petey!

Way to go, Pop!

Oh, sugar-pie, are you okay?

Okay, I've learned my lesson, Pete.

You can't have too much of a good thing.

You know, Peg, you've got a good man there.

True.

And he's got a good woman.

W-W-Well... I guess I sh-sh-showed that guy

what I was made of.

And I guess it showed you

how important exercise is

to keep a marriage together.

Oh, exercise, schmexercise.

All it does is make you smell bad.

I don't need it.

Oh, well.

Come in the kitchen.

Dinner's ready.

Yummy! I'm starved!

Oh, no. I'm stuck.

Help! Peg!

Lemme outta here!

Help!

Peg!

[sobbing] Get me outta here!

♪ Gimme a beat ♪

Yeah!