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Some days were so special they demanded a dish equally unique. Something that could only be unearthed from old, hidden recipes. For this occasion, Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandma Goofinia's hot chili chicken curry was the perfect choice.
Balancing precariously on the kitchen table, a chair, the microwave, and a pan, Goofy finally managed to reach the old, folded piece of paper taped to the kitchen fan. Fortunately, he snatched the recipe just before he came crashing to the floor.
"Ahyuck! Piece of cake!" He grinned, waving the recipe in triumph. Then he scratched his head. "Or is that a chicken?"
Cooking was usually the easy part, despite the inevitable accidents. But Goofy was a pro at accidents; he always emerged in one piece, though his kitchen and clothes rarely did.
"Yikes, Pop!" Max's gasp startled him.
Goofy looked over his shoulder to find Max covering his eyes at the sight of his father's exposed rear end.
Goofy giggled bashfully and, in an attempt to cover himself, used the burning pan from the stove. This caused the food to spill onto the floor. The hot metal against his bare skin sent him rocketing toward the ceiling, letting out his trademark scream. He went halfway through the ceiling, his lower half dangling in the kitchen. "Say, I didn't know my bedroom is on top of the kitchen!"
Max's voice drifted up from below. "I take it Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandma Goofinia's hot chili chicken curry isn't ready yet?"
"Not yet, Maxie!" Goofy tried unsuccessfully to push himself up and out of the hole he was stuck in.
"Okay then, I'll just go ahead."
"Don't forget Peg's present!"
"Noted!"
After a few more attempts to push himself up, Goofy realized that if he couldn't go up, maybe he could go down. Using his feet to leverage himself against the edges of the hole, he was finally able to break free. He plummeted right onto the hot, spilled food on the kitchen floor. Needless to say, he created yet another hole in the ceiling, followed by that familiar howl.