Pete:"[Goofy and Pete settle into a hot tub at a motel] So, uh, you and your son seem to be getting along just hunky-dorey, huh?"
Goofy:"Yeah, it's been great. You know, it's funny, but none of your techniques worked for me. The harder I tried the worse it got. Once I eased up, things just clicked."
Pete:"Oh, that's swell. So, uh, no problems then, huh?"
Goofy:"Not a one."
Pete:"[sighs] I... I just hate to be the bearer of bad news, but, uh..."
Goofy:"What is it, Pete?"
Pete:"Your kid's dupin' ya."
Goofy:"What do you mean?"
Pete:"Well, I heard the little mutant telling PJ that he changed the map so... you're headin' straight to L.A., pal."
Goofy:"[shocked] What?"
Pete:"Oh, you tried, Goof. He's just a bad kid, that's all."
Goofy:"I don't believe you."
Pete:"What?"
Goofy:"I don't believe you, Pete."
Pete:"Well, hey, don't take my word for it. Check your map."
Goofy:"I don't need to check the map. I trust my son. [Goofy climbs out of the tub] You know, maybe Max isn't all the things that you think a son should be, but... he loves me."
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