Pete: Oh, yeah. Well, they love me. {little girl tries to break free} (chuckles) Why, PJ, he's been begging me to take him on vacation this summer.
[Goofy: Really? Where are you going?]
Pete: Campin'! Nothing like the great outdoors to strengthen the bond between a father and a son.
[Oh, Max would never go for anything like that.]
Goofy waves a stuffed Bambi in front of the girl.
[Little Girl: Ooh! Gimme!]
Pete: (weary) I don't know, Goof. Something's wrong when a kid won't spend time with his parents. Why, for all you know he's running around with some gang and stealing stuff and causing riots.
[Goofy: Too bad, Pete. Almost.]
Pete: (rebuting) Almost? Heh! Watch this! (yells) PJ!!
PJ comes running up to the roof.
[PJ: Yes, Sir! Coming, Sir! Yes, Sir!]
Pete points at the pin. PJ goes over and kicks it down.
Pete: (over enthusiastic cheering) Woohoo! Strike-ola! Yeeha! Thank you! Thank you! Yes! And the crowd goes wild! “Ahhh”! [laughs] High five, son! Sike! [sputtering laughter] (still laughing but cooling down) Say, Goof, why don't you two stay for dinner?