Goof Troop (1992-93) was an animated TV series produced by Walt Disney Television Animation and featuring the (mis-)adventures and antics of Goofy, his son Max, Goofy's neighbor Pete and Pete's family (his wife Peg, son PJ, and daughter Pistol). The series ran for a total of 79 episodes.

And Baby Makes Three

Max: You know, maybe we're targeting the wrong audience.
PJ: Eighty-five gallons of sweat later you tell me this?
Pistol: Dadd-ee? Don't wanna bug ya, jus' a small request, but... can I have a baby brother, please?
Pete: [distractedly] Sure, sure, candy, ice cream, baby brother, anything... soon as your mother gets home.

Axed By Addition

Max: It's not over yet! You've got twenty-three hours and fourteen minutes to do everything you ever wanted to do in your whole life!
PJ: Even the stuff I'd get killed for?
Max: What have you got to lose? PJ, you're dead meat anyway!
PJ: Max? Maybe we oughta try something tamer, like skydiving off the Trump Tower?
Max: Hey, when my best buddy's looking at life in prison with no parole, I'm not gonna let him miss his last chance to break his neck!
PJ: NO! NO! Don't operate! Okay, okay, I give, I give. I'M NOT REALLY SICK!!!
Max: [as a surgeon] Oh, yes, you aaaare!

Buddy Building

Pete: And they all lived happily ever after; yada, yada, yada! You spuds shouldn't be wasting time in front of the tube! It's summer, for crying out loud's sakes; now go out and get a life! But keep it quiet! The game's about to start!
PJ: How come when somebody gets three wishes on TV, they always blow it?
Max: Ah, Peege, they're just cartoons. They don't know any better.
PJ: I mean, everybody knows you'd just wish for more wishes.
Max: Well, if you had all the wishes in the world, what would you wish for?
[PJ has struggled to get himself to stand on his skates, and the two start skating.]
PJ: Oh, man; I'd be the best at everything! I'd be the best basketball player, baseball player, race car driver, and...definitely the best...skater! Whoa!
PJ: I think our club needs a coordination coordinator!
Peg: Oh, look! Harold Hatchback's got Miss Sponerville for his new commercial! I guess some men love their women with mustaches!
PJ: Oh for crying out's sakes; that spud gets ALL the celebrities! What does he do? Hang out at "Nose Jobs for Less?"
Peg: Well, it sure beats your ad with Gibblet the Clown!
Peg: Well, if Spoonerville has any celebrities at all, they're probably out trying to get a tan.
Goofy: I love show business! [laughs]
Coop Hatchback: I wanted to thank you guys for counting me in. I was getting pretty bored talking to dumbbells all the time!
Ronald: HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY FORGOT TO HIRE ME A STUNT DOUBLE!
PJ: There he is!
Harold: Now, when we find him, let me ask him about doing the commercials!
Pete: No! Let me do the talking! After all, I'm a better salesman!
Harold: What? You couldn't sell a good deed to Mother Teresa!
Pete: Well, you couldn't sell ice to an Eskimo! HA!

Date With Destiny

Gilda: Here's the bill for all of my time that you have wasted.
Peg: [suspiciously] Bill? What bill?
Gilda: [shoves Pete out of his seat] Lady, let me tell you about your husband's sense of humor.

Everything's Coming Up Goofy ("Forever Goof", part 1)

PJ: [examining the damage to Pete's boat] Whoa, those guys are dead meat! When Dad sees this, he's gonna blow a gut!
Pistol: [shaking her head] Nah-uh... Betcha this time it's his spleen!
PJ: Quarter?
Pistol: You're covered!
[Later, after Pete reacts to the damage to his boat, PJ knocks on Pistol's door and tosses her a quarter.]
PJ: You were right... spleen.
Pistol: Hiya, how you doing, nice to meet you, let me shake your hands while they're still attached to your arms!

From Air To Eternity

PJ: What about all those trophies on the "Wall of Petes", Dad?
Pete: [sobbing] The Wall of Petes is a big pile of... horse feathers!

Good Neighbor Goof ("Forever Goof", part 2)

[Scene: Max and PJ are ready to crush cans Max's way.]
PJ: Are you sure this will work?
Max: I'd stake your life on it, dude!
[Later, after they execute Max's plan to crush the cans]
PJ: Okay, I lied to my parents once... oh, and I tore the head off my little sister's doll!
Max: PJ, why are you telling me all this?
PJ: In case we don't make it, I wanna go with a clear conscience, y'know?
[Max and PJ are in their rooms talking via tin-can telephone after their dads forbid them from seeing each other.]
Max: Get over here, PJ! We gotta talk!
PJ: No can do, dude! My dad's watching me... he's got all the exits covered!
Max: No sweat!
[Max yanks hard on his end of the phone. PJ, who is holding onto the other end, flies out his window and lands in Max's room.]
Max: Here, Peej, smash this muffin in my face!
PJ: [confused] Okay, but why?
Max: It's the only way we can be friends!
PJ: No, I... I can't do it, Max...
Max: You're gonna have to, PJ! It's our only hope! If you don't do this, we're gonna... [PJ smashes the muffin in Max's face] ... I think you're getting the hang of it.

Great Egg-Spectations

Max: PJ, red alert! Scramble!
PJ: Yo, Max! What is it?
Max: Peej, your dad's gonna pop Bubbles!
PJ: [gasps] Be right down!

Hot Air

Pete: Pistol, what are you doing? Little bitsy girls can't fly!
Pistol: [giggling] Oh, don't be silly, Daddy... I'm not flying, I'm landing!
Pete: Landing? Oh, that's different... LANDING?!?!

Maximum Insecurity

Pete: Stealing's wrong! It's against the law... and it's just plain bad manners! And if I caught anyone I know stealing, I'd scale and sand 'em myself. Understood?
[Max and PJ look at each other and gulp.]
PJ: Thanks, Dad!
Max: Thanks, Mr. P!
[The boys quickly exit as Pete wrestles with his new power tool.]
PJ: Aw, great! Leech is gonna kill us, the police are gonna arrest us, and my dad's gonna sand us!
Max: Look, we'll hide the bottle here for tonight. In the morning we'll think of something!
PJ: Like changing our names and putting ourselves up for adoption?!

Midnight Movie Madness

Max: I'm eleven-and-a-half! Nothing scares me!
PJ: Except math tests.
Max: [glaring at PJ] That's different, PJ...

O, R-V, I N-V U

Max: Peej, on a scale of one to ten, how much does your dad usually like me?
PJ: Less than zero?

Slightly Dinghy

PJ: No way! Forget it, Max! You cannot talk me into this one!
Max: Aww, Peej! Fishing with your dad! What could be more fun?
PJ: Eating glass! You know what fishing with him is like? Not to mention when I turn green and toss three meals a day!
PJ: When are we gonna look for treasure?
Max: Soon as we ditch the dads! New plan...
PJ: Oh, I hate this!
Max: You'll love it! [singsong] You get to hit me!
PJ: [eagerly] Really?
Max: Yeah! But I get to hit you... first!
[Max hauls back and punches PJ across Pete's boat, then starts to sob.]
Max: Dad, PJ says Pete's a better fisherman than you!
Pete: Whaddaya mean lettin' your kid hit my kid just for tellin' the truth?

To Heir Is Human

Peg: The only thing wrong with that rotten pineapple rind is fishing fever!
PJ: [gasps] Is that when you break out in fish hooks and your limbs scale off?
Peg: It's when your bait can of a father tricks you into doing his job so he can take the day off fishing!
Max: Tricked us?
Goofy: What?
PJ: He wouldn't!
Peg: He could... he would... he did.
Goofy, Max, PJ: Waaah!
Peg: Now, now, now... fishing fever is a very stubborn disease, so I'm afraid the cure will have to be... drastic.
PJ: [in a surgical mask] No, no, no. Don't look now, your eyes can't take the daylights!
Pete: Hey, wait a minute. Stop! Let me go! [whimpers] I, I tell you the, the only thing wrong with me is my profit margin!
Peg: [in a surgical mask] Hmmmm! Hmmmm! Mmm-hmmm! A clear case of terminal lazy-ola, systemic shirk-itis, and a galloping boondoggle-emia. Not a second to lose!

Wrecks, Lies & Videotape

Peg: I wouldn't luau with you if my hula hips depended on it!

You Camp Take It With You

Max: We're losing the trailer!
Goofy: Take the wheel, Max!
Max: But I'm only eleven-and-a-half years old!
Goofy: That's all right, Maxie... this car is old enough to drive itself!
[Goofy climbs out of, and over, the car to get to the trailer hitch.]
Max: [giggles] You need a license to do this?

Cast

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