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Lay your head down on my shoulder
I won’t let the night get colder
I’ll protect you, I’ll be keepin’
Trouble far from where you’re sleepin’
Until you wake in the morning
You’ve got the world to yourself
Dream on
Dream about the world we’re gonna live in
One fine day
Dream on
Spend the night in heaven
I’ll be here to light your way
Someday tomorrow we’ll smile
But little girl in the meanwhile
Dream on 🧡
Are Goofy Junior and Max considered different people, or is Goofy Junior just Max before the redesign?
I consider Goofy Junior and Max as the same person. I headcanon that the studio producers, seeing potential in the 'Goofy with a son' plot redesigned Goofy Junior into the Max we know today. Max allowed them to do this on the condition that he got to help with the design process itself. Max also got to rename himself as part of that condition.
Purely Goofy and Masha
Hi, if you don't mind, I'd like to request a Goof Troop fanfic. I want Peg helping Max bake a birthday cake for his dad's birthday, maybe a sweet mom moment between them that makes Max feel flustered because he's not used to motherly affection.
I hope you like it!
Word count: 449
Warnings: none!
Requested: yes!
The smell of vanilla and melted butter had long since taken over the Goof house.
“Maxie, can you hand me the flour?” Peg asked with a smile as she tied another apron string behind her back.
Max blinked, realizing he’d been staring into space.
“Huh? Oh—yeah.”
He grabbed the bag from the counter and passed it over. “You know, you really didn’t have to come over and help.”
“And let you accidentally make your dad a hockey puck instead of a birthday cake?” Peg laughed. “No chance.”
“I only burned one cake.”
“You burned three.”
“…The first two don’t count.”
Peg chuckled to herself as she measured the flour into the bowl. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Max couldn’t help smiling.
The kitchen felt…easy.
Goofy had been sent out on an “important birthday errand” by Peg, which mostly consisted of keeping him out of the house until the cake was finished. P.J. had been recruited to decorate the living room, leaving Max and Peg to tackle dessert.
“You’re on mixing duty,” Peg says, handing him the whisk.
Yes, ma’am.”
“There you go.”
Max stirred the batter while Peg cracked eggs beside him.
“You know,” she said, “your dad’s gonna love this.”
“I hope so.”
“He will.”
“I kinda wanted it to be perfect.”
Peg glanced over.
“Because it’s from you?”
Max shrugged.
“He does a lot for me.”
There was a softness in his voice that made Peg’s heart ache.
“He really does.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the clink of the whisk against the bowl.
Peg reached over and gently brushed away a streak of flour off max’s cheek with her thumb.
“There.”
Max froze.
“…You had flour on your face.”
“I—I know why you did it.”
His ears were burning.
Peg smiled knowingly.
“You’re blushing.”
“I am not.”
“You absolutely are.”
“I just got hot from the oven.”
“Mhm.”
Max looked anywhere but at her.
This was…different.
Peg looked over the lopsided frosting lettering and laughed.
“It’s perfect.”
Max frowned. “The ‘H’ is crooked.”
“So?”
“Dad deserves better than crooked.”
She gently bumped his shoulder with hers.
“Max, your dad isn’t going to remember whether the letters were straight.”
She smiled at the cake.
“He’s going to remember that you made it.”
Just then the front door swung open.
“Gawrsh! I’m home!”
Max and Peg exchanged quick glances before scrambling to hide the cake.
“Don’t come in the kitchen!” Max called.
Goofy stopped in the hallway.
“…Okey-dokey!”
A beat passed.
“…Can I ask why?”
Peg laughed.
“Birthday surprise!”
“Hyuck! Well, I’ll just keep my eyes shut then!”
Max shook his head with a grin.
“Dad… that’s not how that works.”
Hi! I have idea for fanfic request related to Goof troop. plot should be like this - Redeemed Pete tells his children (PJ and Pistol) that they'll be visiting their foreign friends this summer, but PJ doesn't believe him, believing his father is lying. After discussing the situation with Max, the friends decide to find out the truth through clever tactics, including a phone call to their foreign friends.
This might not be the best but I hope you like it!! word count: 279
warnings: none!
Requested: yes!
“Kids!” Pete called from the living room, waving a handful of travel brochures. “How’d you two like to spend part of your summer overseas?”
Pistol bounced onto the couch. “Really? Another country?”
“That’s right,” Pete grinned. “Some old friends invited us to visit.”
PJ froze. His father’s smile looked sincere…but years of broken promises whispered in the back of his mind.
“Foreign friends?” PJ asked carefully.
“Yep! You’ll like ’em.”
PJ forced a nod, but he wasn’t convinced.
Later that afternoon, while walking with Max, he finally admitted what was bothering him.
“I just…what if Dad’s making it up?”
Max frowned. “You think he’d lie about something like that?”
“Old Dad would’ve.”
Max thought for a moment before snapping his fingers.
“Then let’s not guess. Let’s find out.”
They go inside the house and into the kitchen.
Max is opening drawers, “Maybe we could look for their numbers?”
PJ nods and starts looking. After a bit they find a postcard with the number.
Holding the postcard, Pj yells, “Found it!”
They rush over to the landline and dial the number. After a few rings it answers.
“Hello? Who is this?” The caller says.
“I-I’m PJ Pete. My dad says you’re friends?”
“Ah yes I’m Emile! I know your father quite well. You’re visiting us this summer!” His French accent thick as he speaks.
“Wow so my dad was telling the truth! Thanks! I’ll see you this summer!” PJ smiles and hangs up.
“Did you hear that, Max! Dad didn’t lie!” PJ is glowing as he runs to his dad.
“Dad I’m sorry for not believing you!” PJ says sincerely.
“It’s already, son.” Pete hugs PJ as he says it.
Im not allowed to watch goof troop for a week bc I turned it on and started screaming bc I was so excited and I woke everyone up
Peg is such an awesome character, though. She's hilarious and doesn't suffer fools and also I'm looking respectfully:
