Goof Troop

Pete: Baby cake... Pistol: Hi, daddy. Pete: Ninety-night, pumpkin face. (Closed-eyed, Pete was about to kiss Pistol, but kissed Monkey instead) Pete: Say...that kind of tickled. Pistol: Hahaha, I think one of us needs a little shave, daddy. Pete: Uh, yeah, one of us.

Pete: Night, son; sleep tight. If the bedbugs bite, hit 'em with a hammer. (Laughs) PJ: Ha ha, night sir.

PJ: Pistol; Where's Pistol? Giblet: I don't need a pistol to handle you two. PJ: No, man; It's my little sister! Giblet: Now get off my foot and scram! (Oh, these stupid jeans)

PJ: Giblet the Clown? Max: "Big red nose with a penalty" usually does not strike terror into my heart. Giblet: Your ten seconds are up. Max: I wouldn't mind him. Giblet: (Takes Max & PJ away) You two better get going while the get-gone is good.