Max:
Every year, we do the same thing, put up a ton of stuff and burn a turkey.

Goofy:
The lights'll be up in a minute, Maxie!

Max:
That's what you said an hour ago.

Goofy:
There's somethin' me and Max used to do to get in the Christmas spirit.

Max:
Dad! Not the reindeer dance!

Max:
Dad, let's not overdo it this time.

Goofy:
This is the perfect time of year to overdo it!

Max:
No cabin, no food, no car ...

Peg:
Fiddle sticks. You can stay at our cabin.

Goofy:
Don't worry. After he eats all the food, he'll go away.

Goofy:
Remember when we invented the Reindeer Dance?

Max:
I was 5 years old. Legally stupid.

Peg:
Pistol, why don't you come help me? You know how your father hates Christmas.

Peter Pete:
I do not! I just hate decorations.

Pistol Pete:
Here, Santa. You caught me unprepared, so all I could find were bagel chips and guacamole.