An Epic Goofy Movie

Epic Fail

Roxanne smiled nervously as he directed her to the small booth by the window. There was a glass of champagne sitting in a cooler, small rose petals spread around it.

            “They’re very particular about details,” Tony said, noticing her surprised expression.

            “I can see,” Roxanne said, placing her purse on her lap.

            “Buenos Dias,” a curvy waiter came towards them, her dark brown hair in a tight bun. “I am Marisol, your server tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?”

            “A water for me,” Tony said, his eyes on Roxanne. She stared down at the menu in front of her, not wanting to look up. Her gaze landed on the drinks section of the menu.

            “This sounds good, horchata, is it?” she said, trying her best to pronounce the word.

            “Yes, it’s the most asked for drink in the house. Good choice- it’ll be right out. I’ll give you a second to look at the menu.” Marisol said, walking away.

            “Thank you again for bringing me here tonight,” Roxanne said, not wanting an awkward silence to sit between them.

            “Thank you for coming. Now enough of this small talk, it’s a little irritating, don’t you think?” Tony stated, resting his hands on the table. He laughed at Roxanne’s confused expression. “Haha, sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I just want you to feel comfortable. Here, how about you tell me about you. What do you like to do? What’s your major?”

           

            “Shhh, Bobby, I can’t hear anything.” PJ said, sitting a booth away from Roxanne and Tony.

            “Easy for you to say, you’re not the one in a push-up bra.” Bobby wailed, tugging at his shirt.

            “Guys, guys, you’re bringing attention to yourself.” Max’s voice came softly through the walkie-talkie in PJ’s lap. PJ looked up, looking at the curvy waiter staring at him, an eyebrow raised.

            “Focus. Max’s right. We’re here to get the 411 that’s all.” PJ said, taking a sip of his water.

            “Right.” Bobby said, flicking away a blond curl from his face.

            “They’re talking about Majors, from what I can tell.” Bobby said to PJ, who repeated it back to Max.

            “Can you see anything Bro?” PJ asked.

            “Nah, Peej, it doesn’t look like- wait, his hand is over Roxanne’s!” Max exclaimed, who was able to see everything from the car.

            “We have to do something.” Bobby said, turning around.

            “Like what? We can’t have her recognize us.” PJ responded.

            “Table for four, if you please.”

            PJ froze, the voice giving him Goosebumps.

            “Preferably a booth, see the missus doesn’t like to sit in those hard chairs you guys put out. I don’t know why, seeing as they’re the worst things to sit on.”

            “Dude, are you all right?” Bobby asked, noticing the sweat building up on PJ’s face. PJ grabbed his hat and lowered it, trying to cover his face.

            “This is a wonderful spot! Thank you. Goof, no I want this side. It doesn’t bother you, right Sylvia?”

            “Not at all, thanks for inviting us to dinner, Pete.” Sylvia said.

            “Oh, Pete, honestly. Behave yourself. If you embarrass me, I swear you’re sleeping in the van tonight.” Peg said.

            PJ’s face grew hot, his body on the urge of fleeing out of the restaurant. He forced his hand to grab the radio.

            “Oh, my gosh. That’s your folks!” Bobby said, lowering his glasses.

            “If my dad finds me here, I’m in so much trouble. He’ll start to question me being here with you- and why I’m not studying. Oh my gosh this is bad.” PJ said to the radio, his hand shaking.

            “Dude, what are you talking about?” Max asked. He hadn’t seen the family come in.

            “Our parents are here. Right now. We need to leave.” PJ said.

            “Here are your main dishes.” Marisol interrupted, setting down a plate of carne asada and side dishes.

            “Um, thank you.” Bobby said, forgetting to make his voice sound more feminine. Marisol stared at him, confused.

            “Haha,” Bobby laughed, trying to sound like a little girl. “I’m just so hungry.”

            “I can see that.” Marisol said, setting down his plate in front of him and walking away quickly, looking once over her shoulder.

            “That is bad. Ugh, why do these things have to happen to us! Listen to me, Get out NOW.” Max said, afraid that they’ll be exposed.

            “How are we going to do that without bringing attention to ourselves?” Bobby said, picking up his fork.

            “We need a distraction. Man, why did he have to come to campus today?” PJ moaned, his shoulders slumped.

            “Look, dude! Roxanne’s getting up! She spotted Max’s old man.” Bobby pointed out.

            Roxanne was indeed walking toward the table where Goofy and Pete were sitting, blocking their view from PJ and Bobby.

            “This is our only chance.” PJ said, “We have to make a run for it.”

            “On three?” Bobby confirmed.

            “On three… three… two… one…”

            Both guys ran out of the both, PJ holding tight on to his hat. Bobby was in front of him, stumbling because of the heels he was wearing.

            “Dude, you need to go faster!” PJ said, noticing the eyes of the customers around him.

            “I’m trying! It’s a lot harder than it looks-“

            “Where are you guys going?” Marisol asked, stepping out in front of Bobby. He tripped, causing her to spill the drinks she was holding all over him. Bobby’s wig went flying, landing on a couple’s table. PJ ran into Bobby, both falling on the floor. Everything was silent except the sound of the glass cups breaking as they hit the floor.

            “Dude, we’re dead.” Bobby said, his body underneath PJ’s.

            “Get off me!” Marisol screamed, her hair drenched in punch.

            “PEEEEEEEEEEEEEJAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY.”