Any given night in Mousetown...
—Thanks for letting me do my laundry here, Dad. —Max said, while he put clothes in the washing machine.
—a-hyuck, no problem son, but What happened to the washing machine at your university? —Goofy asked, scratching his head as he arches an eyebrow.
Max rolls his eyes and sighs. —Bobby tried to wash his vest of coins.
At that moment, they hear a powerful engine noise outside.
They decide to go to the front of the house to see what happens, meeting Sylvia there who looks out the window with a certain expression of uncertainty.
Yakko arrives on a shiny motorcycle with shiny black paint, undoubtedly larger than him, he had black pants with several pockets, silver chains and zippers, black leather fingerless gloves, a white leather vest with black details, a helmet black and dark glasses, even though it was night.
—Is that Yakko? —Sylvia asks stunned and as confused as father and son.
—Huh, yes? —Max answers, just before puffing out his cheeks to keep the laughter from escaping his.
—Does he know how to ride a motorcycle? —Goofy asks with concern.
—He's fourteen, sure can't. —Max says without grace.
The three of them watch as Yakko, with the face of a tough-guy, pulls up his glasses on his helmet and gestures with his fingers, pointing to Max at the window and then pointing to the back seat of the bike.
Goofy blinks and then looks at Max. —I don't think that's safe, maxy.
Max shakes his head. —He told me yesterday that he was watching The Looney Toons Show... —he says more to himself. —But I have a feeling this was sponsored by Daffy.
Smiling, he goes up to his room, from there he looks out the window, his arms resting on the frame. Yakko looks up at him.
—Sorry Yakko! I have homework so I can't today! —He says with a hand around his muzzle.
Goofy opens the door and peeks out with Sylvia. —A-hyuck, do you want to hang out, son? —He offers.
From the opposite angle, can be seen Yakko to have a picture of a burning book on his arm.
Yakko looks at Goofy, then at Max, who smiles lazily at his bedroom window, his chin in his hand and his elbow on the window. He points his finger at Max and yells:
—I come back puppy!
Without more, he makes the engine roar, which also dulls Max's laughter and starts with a dangerous lash and drives away.
Not two seconds pass before Max's smile is replaced by big eyes of concern at the sound of a falling trash can and the angry and hurt yell of a cat. Sylvia gasps in fear.
—I'll call Bugs. —Max says, moving away from the window.
