Do you realize going off to college means no more well meaning, but totally smothering, overprotective, doting, a-hyuck-ing dads?
P.J. Yeah, well... yours, at least. My dad's been counting down the days until he can turn my room into a bowling alley
P.J. Okay dude, uh, south. No wait, that's uh... I dunno, man, do I look like Magellan?
P.J., you couldn't even spell Magellan.
P.J. Try hanging a Louie. Nononono, wait, that's the other Louie.
Louie, Huey, Dewey, what are you talking about here?
Yeah P.J., Bobby's right. Uh, hey, Bob, um... Who's driving?
P.J. It is endemic of the current culture that those with large stature are overlooked-except by vultures-with no regard to the depth of their souls, the height of their passion, the beauty of their moments.
Oh, wise Buddha boy. How could anyone overlook such a bundle of yes-ness? Let's dance. [yanks P.J. out onto the dance floor by the arm]
Do you realize going off to college means no more well-meaning, but totally smothering, overprotective, doting, ah-yucking dads?
P.J. Yeah. Well, yours at least. My dad's been counting down the days until he can turn my room into a bowling alley.
Max [grins] Hey, we have a surefire way to shoot straight to the top of the freshman heap.
The College X-Games!
P.J. First freshman team to win it all!
Bobby [smirks] First team to boot those number one Gammas on their boot-tays!
Huh! The Gammas may be five-time winners, but I hope they're ready for a losing streak!
Let's beat the Gammas! [raise their hands] LET'S DO IT TO IT!!
Gawrsh, Pete. One day, you're changing their diapers, and the next thing you know...they're all grown up and leaving for college.
Well, Goof, the way I see it, it's my last day of babysitting, and I'm a free man! Oh, yeah! Ha-ha! Free, free, free, I tell ya! Yahoo! Ha-ha! Come on, son! I can't miss ya if you don't leave! [guffaws]
Did you brush your teeth?
Comb your hair?
Did you put on clean underwear?
P.J. Come on, Max!
Whoop! Gotta go!
But Max--
Whoa! [falls into the vehicle]
Goin' already?!
Yeah, I have to get there early for freshman orientation, Dad. See ya!
What about breakfast? You need your three squares a day, you know!
Don't worry, we'll pick up donuts on the way! Love ya, miss ya, see you at Christmas, bye! [he, P.J. and Bobby hoot and holler happily]
Don't forget to have some milk with those...donuts! [softly] Good-bye, my little college man. [mournfully enters the house, approaching the stairs before moaning mournfully, walking up. He comes to the top while stopping as he looks inside the now empty bedroom. He sniffles a bit before looking at the ground, noticing a sock with hole on the ground, folds the sock, putting it up before looking at the mirror, noticing something in the reflection. He turns around, looking surprised as he sees Old Stuffed Bear on the bed, walks to it, and sits on the bed before holding Old Stuffed Bear; voice breaking] Gawrsh. [touches Old Stuffed Bear's stomach, which squeaks a bit before he looks around the room, and sobs heartbrokenly and sniffles, cradling Old Stuffed Bear]
Ooh, you're swinging with some pretty cool canines there, papa dog.
P.J. Well, you are queen of the scene, my little java bean.
Ah, this is everything I dreamed it would be.
This place puts the "rage" in "outrageous." [he bows a bit]
P.J. No kidding, it buries what we're used to.
Okay, all right. Just remember, there's nothing here that we can't handle.
Oh, I seriously doubt that. We're gonna eat you alive, freshmen.
Attention! Would Gamma Team One and Team 99 report to the street competition platform.
Hey, guys, that's us. Let's do it to it.
Hey-ho and what do you know? Welcome to the sixth annual College X-Games.
WHOO!!
Our contestants are gonna spin, twist, lunge and plunge like there's no tomorrow. Today's qualifying round will determine who will compete in the semi-finals. And now, let's see what's happening at our first venue, the skateboarder's street competition from our man on the street, Ken Clark!
Welcome, one and all. Today...
Thank you, Ken. Word on the street is that there's a new kid in town now who poses a threat to Bradley Uppercrust the Third.
That's right, Chuck, and his name is...
Max Goof!
