Goof Troop

Pete: "Turbo Blast." Hmm. "50 megatons of power in a convenient, spillproof bottle."

PJ: No, forget it, Max. No way! You cannot talk me into this one. (Max talks PJ into asking his dad to take them fishing) PJ: Every time! How does he do it? Every single time!

Max: Fishing with your dad. What could be more fun? PJ: Eating glass. You have any idea what fishing with him is like?

Max: Now, I'm gonna need a boat. (Pete whistles a tune) PJ: You call it a plan? Me ask my dad to take us fishing? Max: You wanna get rich, don't ya? PJ: Well... Yeah. Max: Attaboy! Then we need your dad's boat to find the treasure. (Max pulls out a walkie talkie) Max: Testing! PJ: Forget it, Max. Max: Ah, Peej.

Goofy: Oh, hey! I found a quarter for ya, Max. (Max is not around) Goofy: Max?

Biff Fuddled: Our story begins off the coast of Spoonerville. Max: Hey, that's our town! Biff Fuddled: Here we are at Scarier Reef. Far below, asleep in the deep, lies the legendary treasure of the pirate Nearbeard! Max: Treasure? Forget the video game, I could buy a whole arcade!

Biff Fuddled: First up, a fabulous fortune! Max: As in money? Biff Fuddled: That's right. Obscene amounts of cashola. Dinero. Do-re-mi.

Max: Say, Dad, you wouldn't want to slide me a little advance on the old allowance, would you? Goofy: You're advanced clear to your seventh year of high school. Max: High school doesn't go seven years. Goofy: Did for me.

Biff Fuddled: Fact or fiction? You decide. I'm Biff Fuddled, and this is "Odd facts, Strange stuff and Things Too Weird to Fake."