The Introduction of the Cy-Rangers

Life After A Day's Work

Max yawned as he entered his house, wearing his cycling gear. "Hi, Dad! I'm home!"

"Hiya, Maxie!" Goofy called. "You're just in time for dinner!"

From what Max could smell, it was burnt margarita pizza, burnt garlic bread and withering leaf green salad... again. When he went into the dining room, that was exactly what was on the table. At least, it was still edible and it had been a very tiring day at the water park and cycling to there and back home made him hungry enough for it. "Thanks, Dad," he said, as Goofy sat down on the other side of the table. "This is really..." He paused to find a way to tell the truth without hurting his dad's feelings who, he knew, worked very hard on this meal. "Good," he finally managed to say.

"Thanks, son," Goofy said. "So, how was your day today?"

Max told him about all he achieved today, including catching up with Lisa and her kids and meeting a new lifeguard who was a Welsh crocodile.

"Gosh," Goofy said. "It sure sounds like you've had a very excitin' day."

"Yep, Dad, I have," Max said. "And tiring, as well, like I have been every day since I started work at the water park," he muttered under his breath. "So, how was your day?" he asked. "Did you get that job today?"

Goofy sighed sadly. "No." Then he explained his day, which was a very sad one. It had been three years since he lost his job at being a waiter at The Refill Café, which was a very small but the most popular café in Spoonerville. It had exactly three years since he slipped on a banana skin and crashed into the kitchen and broke every pottery and cluttery the cafe had due to his lack of experience of using rollerblades. Everyone was so angry at him and the cafe owner fired him immediately. It also reminded him when he got fired from that toy factory for (unintentionally, as usual) destroying it before he went back to finish college to get a good job. Despite him graduating college and volunteering for many charities and events, he still couldn't get a job until he applied to be a gravedigger for the Spoonerville Cemetery. Today was meant to be for his final interview so he could get his latest job and he would have if only he didn't accidentally drive his car into the cemetery, smashing every single headstone and bashing his car into the oldest tree that was ever planted since Spoonerville was founded during the very early days of the European colonization of North American. He couldn't work out what went wrong with his car, it was working very well until he arrived at the entrance. That was when the brakes stopped working properly and the only way the car would stop was when he unintentionally crashed it into the tree.

Max was angry that he would have to use the money he had worked very hard and saved enough for a long due vacation for himself and his dad since the day he started work at the water park would now have to pay damages to the car and the cemetery. But he didn't raise his voice or gave Goofy any angry looks because he knew that he was upset enough.

Max also knew that his dad hadn't recovered from his breakup with Sylvia Marpole more than a year ago. She broke up with him because her mother, who lived in Arizona, was very ill and she needed to go and live with her so she could look after her. She didn't like the breakup any more than Goofy did and it broke both their hearts, but she felt that she had no choice. Luckily, Goofy was always the understanding type and he was able to let Sylvia go. But they remained friends on social media and texted and even called each other from time to time. Sylvia's mother was getting the care she needed and she was enjoying her job of being an librarian assistant at the library which was not far away from the house they lived in.

Though he liked Sylvia and he was happy that she made his dad happy, Max never viewed her as a mother figure, despite her being in a relationship with his dad for three years. The person he viewed as the closest thing he had to a mother figure was his former neighbour Peg Pete. And her children PJ, who had also his very best friend in the world since he was eleven, and Pistol Pete were the closest thing he ever had to a brother and a sister. And he also viewed his other best friend Bobby like a brother as well.