Goof Troop

Max: Your pop must have done something to the computer to make himself a fly. PJ: You're right. So, so all we have to do is what he did, ooohn-ly backwards? Goofy: Works for me. I do it all the time, A-Hyuck! Oh ho-ho-ho-ho-ho oh!

(Doorbell rings) Peg: Who is it? (Flies buzzes) Peg: Telegram? (Goofy stalks with fly swatter in hand. He came to a stranger) Goofy: Hello there stranger, er have you seen any flies around here? (Stranger shook head) Goofy: (Goofy accidently dropped the stranger's coat revealing flies) Well, if you do, then watch out, 'cause they're frisky little fella, A-Hyuck! (Realised that the stranger are flies disguised, then flies get him) Ah-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Peg: It's a trick! Bring the buckets, boys!

Pistol: What's daddy saying, mommy? Pete: The flies are coming! The flies are coming, and I'm one of 'em! Peg: Your father, if I can read his fly-sized lips correctly, says, the flies are coming.

(Pete was shaking in fear while a magnifying glass was seen through the rest of the gang) Pistol: Daddy daddy daddy? Max: Disgusto mondo. PJ: Uh. Peg: I just can't believe this gross disgusting little thing is my husband! Goofy: Must be his big surprise.

Pete: Help me, help me, help me, help me, spuds! Max: Oooo, it's that mean fly, Peej. PJ: Hold still, man, I'll get it! (Slams Pete the fly with book) Pete: (Avoided being squashed) Aaah!

Peg: Goofy, have you seen Pete? Goofy: Sure, Peg, lots of times. A-Hyuck! (Slams himself with rake) Peg: No, Goofy, I mean lately. Goofy: Hmm, er, nope, not lately.

(Peg sprayed her hair with hairspray) Pistol: What are you doing? Peg: Well, I'm making Mommy nice for daddy. That's not an expression. You'll get four flies nice for daddy.

Peg: Have you seen daddy, dear? Pistol: Uh-huh, lots of times! Peg: No, sweetheart, I meant have you seen daddy lately? Pistol: No, maybe he's playing hide and seek. I'll find him! (Runs out of her room) Peg: Oooh! Another vacation! No one around for miles.

(Pete landed on a spider web as a fly) Pete: Ohoh, This ain't no trampoline.

(Went into Peg's ear as a fly) Pete: Peg? Peg? It's me, Pete! Catch your show, Sweetie-Pie! Peg: Pete, where are you? Pete: Right here! Peg: Where is here? Pete: Right...here!

Pete: Bah! Should've known better than trust a Goof to give a fly a hand. (Flies away)