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Oh! Thank you so much for taking the time to see me today dearest reader! Forgive me, for jumping straight into the main agenda but I am under a time crunch to get this done in time. You see; I am currently in the process of getting my mansion cleaned up by a band of seals after my arch nemesis Mr Clumsy wrecked havoc upon my living room. You see; in recent months, I had begun giving out tours of my mansion to the masses, but mostly the rich and the powerful and those who can afford the luxuries in life such as private jets and a room with a view at the Plaza Hotel. I was very careful when hosting these tours of my mansion as I knew any day a burglar could be lurking just around the corner like a bowl of chicken dippers, so in order to combat this issue I decided to not install a security system in spite of suggestions from my associates in the London Stock Exchange and instead hired my good friend Mr Fussy to guard the mansion. Despite being old friends, I quickly grew to hate Mr Fussy because as the name implies he is rather fussy and he ended up switching things around my house to his liking. He was very evil and would remove seeds from my soda bread, trim my grass to be so short that you can see ants having a picnic, and placing the kettle in a way so that it faces counter clockwise to the oven. Having the kettle face this direction as you might expect is enough to make people vomit out their intestines, but I
Knowing Mr Fussy could ruin my mansion with his constant meddling, I had him fired and he took a long drive into the countryside in order to do some soul searching. While heading home, he came across Mr Strong who was lifting a barn for an incredibly smelly farmer who goes by the name of Farmer Said. Mr Fussy offered to give Mr Strong a hand, but Mr Strong had noticed Mr
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I was beginning to give up hope that someone would come along to protect my mansion and my precious diamond which had been supplied to me by my good friend Richard Fatchurd. Fatchurd took me out to dinner at the Lamb And Flag Pub, and he told me all the stories about the diamond of how it supposedly came from the shoe of Alaskan Governor Shaw Fetching.
Convinced by Fatchurd, I decided to give this mysterious Mr Clumsy a ring. Though in retrospect, that surname really should have been a warning. Oh, buggering buggerton could that be some foreshadowing that I smell. You know I think it just might be! Mr Clumsy was very eager to join my services, and we scheduled an interview to take place at the local warehouse which was often used to ambush trespassers who had angered our esteemed leader; Chief Bitores Mendez. The big cheese is our nickname for ole Mendez, but
Mr Harrington ordered a steak tartar; the kind you get at the smelly restaurant where people play the violin so loud that it causes you to choke on your bread roll doused in butter that is so thick it is almost a crime. Not having any steak tartar, Mr Clumsy went scanning through my fridge, and he ended up accidentally ripping the entire door off as he scanned over the various jars until he found a jar of peanut butter. Yes, I keep peanut butter in the fridge an age old tactic taught to me by the Tamil Kings. Mr Clumsy made a real
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I poured myself a cup of tea, and made one for Clumsy which he of course ended up spilling all over the sofa. I smiled an incredibly smelly smile at Clumsy like some kind of Felonious Gru as I offered him my own which he ended up spilling as well. Well shit. The link took a very long time to load, but it started by showing some commercials and that was the worst thing about Pete as they show really annoying commercials before you can watch your regular scheduled programming
The episode then began with Scrooge McDuck and Duckworth giving a tour of
Scrooge McDuck had given Goofy the job of head chef at his establishment after
Naturally, Scrooge called the cops on Goofy, and while waiting for the cops to arrive, Goofy was instructed to wait upstairs in the master bedroom in order to have a good ole think about what he has done. Scrooge then came into the room and sat on the very edge of the bed and looked at Goofy with the most sinister glare that
Surprisingly, Goofy
Not wanting their pal to spend the rest of his days rotting in a can eating red potatoes, Mickey suggested that Sam and Max send him to a behavioural correctional facility.
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The second attendant to the class was the really fat kid Fatima. He was incredibly fat, and only just narrowly avoided getting eaten by a cheetah after getting lost in Hushaby Mountain. The cheetah was shot and killed by Overly American Soldier 1002. Thinking that the young Fatima was being far too reckless by walking through Hushaby Mountain without a guide. His parents had hired a guide named Jake to escort Fatima through Hushaby Mountain, but he ended up getting lost himself when he noticed a coyote eating a deer and he ended up watching the scene for so long that he forgot his own name. How sad. After being given the
After all that nonsense, Peter then revealed that this lesson would be all about trust, and he pointed at Goofy who had become distracted and was busy trying to fish in the pond completely unaware that the fish swimming in there were all radioactive. They just went swimming and now they glow!
That evening, Goofy, Fatima, and Maurice were all taken to Sun-Fun-Island. Otherwise known as Salvatore
The behavioural correction classes only lasted for a month, and once that month was over Goofy was allowed to go free. But he was required under court law to get a job. Goofy had become a new dog ever since spending his tenure at the class having become very boring so boring that he now desires to know a house up in the East Coast where he would spend his evenings sniffing bottles with boats in them much to the chagrin of his house guests. He could not afford to be caught doing anything silly or reckless as that would result in him getting sent to Mercer who acted as
Goofy was able to ace his interview because he was so boring now that he ended up unintentionally sending Buggy to sleep, and when he awoke not wanting to hear the interview again decided to just hire Goofy on the spot. Funny thing is; during the interview, Goofy
Back to the episode, Mickey and Donald headed to the behavioural correction classroom where they discovered to their dismay that since it was a Saturday it meant that Peter was not in. He was at the seaside for his summer haul or so they thought. Mickey had made arrangements with a hired driver to take them to meet with the Tamil Kings who would find Peter, and make him talk until the cows come home. But when do the cows come home Bob? When do the cows come home? Mickey knew that no one not even Peter Napaldi could ever think of saying no to the Tamil Kings. Heading outside, Mickey found the driver just chilling next to the red horse which Mickey had ironically named Ferrari, but he was not moving. The driver then fell to the floor dead having been killed by Peter
Donald pulled out a handgun and aimed it at Napaldi but he barely gave any reaction to speak of and appeared to be rather impassive about the whole thing like some kind of Tom Hagen. Peter smiled evilly as he said,
Because of the brain grub, Goofy now hung around with some of the
Meanwhile, the borings were dealt with by an incredibly scary monster who was a red wolf, but
Goofy eventually managed to get the hang of it, after Mickey used cocaine as fishing bait an age old tactic taught to him by his mentor; Hank Hill. At one point in time, Mickey had wanted to follow Hank in his trade of selling propane and propane accessories but sadly he lived a completely different life. With the cocaine bait, Goofy was able to catch many little fishes much to
Karma thankfully ended up getting back at Peter for his force feeding Goofy brain grub as his pet bulldog ended up taking a massive dump on the side of the road. Peter struggled to clean the mess up as he was yelled at by an incredibly sinister old man who often sticks his head out of restaurant windows so he can yell at the people who pass by. No one wants to be friends with that old guy, and
Suddenly, a nasty post credit scene came on which showcased my latest security guard Mr Clumsy sitting on the train late at night sitting next to three men who looked very familiar to me at least. They were all wealthy looking businessmen with one of them offering Mr Clumsy some chips as they had a box full of fish and chips and mushy peas. Clumsy took the hot box of food into his hands, but it was indeed very hot so he ended up dropping the contents all over the carriage floor. The three men became outraged as they pinned Mr Clumsy down onto the floor and began beating him up with one of them yelling,
Banging on the door, I yelled with rage,
Thankfully, Mr Clumsy decided to place the diamond back onto the shelf but sadly he tripped due to his shoes being untied and the diamond ended up falling onto the ground. I tried to catch it, but I was too late for I had become quite slow with age and my reflexes
The Coachman was very wicked but also incredibly tragic as he mainly tormented me because he cannot get revenge on the people back home who tormented him by giving him the nickname of The Little Buttery Man, a nickname he earned because he stank of butter. Not very good butter either. The kind of butter that an old lady gives you after you call her fat much to the dismay of your local gumball dealer. Ooh a gumball!
And, that concludes
{{by|Bruno Tattagllia}}
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