Miley: “I hate Goofy. Out of all the Disney mascots, he’s the worst. Absolute worst.”
Luis: “Whoa… really? Even worse than Donald?”
Miley: “Donald’s temper is funny. Goofy? Just… chaos wrapped in orange pants. I can’t even.”
Joe: (grinning) “You know what this calls for?”
Luis: “What?”
Joe: “A Disneyland Club 33 vacation.”
Miley: (raises an eyebrow) “Club… what now?”
Joe: “Exclusive. Fancy. Private. And full of mischief.”
Luis: “Ohhh… I see where this is going.”
Joe: “Exactly. We let the kids handle Goofy.”
Miley: (gasping) “What do you mean ‘handle’?”
Luis: “I mean… a playful beat down. Nothing serious, just… imagine a swarm of pint-sized Avengers giving him a reality check.”
Miley: (laughs) “Okay… that might actually be the most fun I’ve ever had at Disney without losing my wallet.”
Joe: “Club 33, child-powered Goofy justice. It’s settled.”
Luis: “Let’s just hope Goofy survives with dignity… somehow. Some of the goofs are just Mexicans sweating in a costume. Not all of them are Jeffrey Epsteins”
