Chapter 1:

*No One's POV*

A field of wheat gets gently blown by the wind with a sky colored in blue and covered with cotton puff clouds. In a distance, we hear "Max…" in a female voice.

Max appears close up, gasping at the sound of his name. He's looking for the voice while still confused of where he is.

"Max….." it goes again.

He squints towards something in the distance. There's a female figure on top of a tall pedestal. Max begins to run towards it through the wheat fields.

"Max…"

Soon at a clearing in the fields, he sees who it is on the pedestal clearly.

"Roxanne?" he asked, surprised to see her.

Roxanne's holding a white dandelion. She smiles to him before gently blowing the seeds towards Max. He gets mesmerized by the seeds. She leaps down from the pedestal and glides down towards him. Max tries to catch her, but they end up falling down on the ground.

They giggle for a while before looking at each other. Max sighs dreamily at the sight of her. Roxanne puckers her lips for a kiss, but then suddenly the sky changes to gray and the wheat changes into thorns. She gasps and back away shocked.

"What's wrong?" Max asked, but it came out mumbling.

He looks to see that his teeth has grown huge. Than out of fear, his hands and ears begin to grow as well. Roxanne gasps, crawling away. Soon later, Max has turn into looking just like his father, Goofy.

She screams out of terror and Max feels a Goofy laugh coming out. The laugh turns into some kind of howl as lightning flashes behind him.

*Max's POV*

I gasp out, waking up from the nightmare. Quickly I check myself to see if I'm still like my father, but I wasn't. A sigh of relief appears out of my mouth.

The phone rings, startling me. I try to answer it, but it falls down to the floor.

"Hello?" I answered it, but my voice sounds high pitched. My throat clears and I said again, "hello?"

"Max, where the heck are you, man?" P.J.'s voice came through the other end of the line.

"P.J.?" I asked, sitting up, confused.

"You should have been here an hour ago!"

"What? What are you….Hold on." My alarm clock says '4:02', my fist hits it and it shows the real time of '7:50'. "Oh, no!"

"Look, maybe we should just call the whole thing off!" P.J. suggested as the phone is still by my ear as I quickly get dressed.

"No way, man!" I firmly said, putting on my pants. "It's now or never!" The cord wraps me around, causing me to fall down.

"Well, you and Viki better get a move on! I'll meet you both at my locker!"

Wait, Viki isn't there?!

I finally get untangled to hang up, but my pants fell down.

That's the moment when my father, Goofy, open my door while only dressed in towels and has a vacuum cleaner.

"Morning, son!" he greets with a grin.

"Dad!" I glared at him and pulling up my pants.

"Oops! I forgot!" he smiles, closing the door to knock it before coming back in. "Morning, son! I came to see if you had any….dirty….clothes…" his voice trails off when he sees my floor covered in dirty clothes.

"Well, there they are!" I am getting my sweatshirt on in a hurry. "Help yourself!"

"Max, I thought we talked about this," he says, not happy about it.

"Yea, look, I'm sorry Dad," I said under the sweatshirt. "I'll take care of it later!" Dad got in my way of what I don't know where I am going.

"What's the big rush?" he asked, pulling the sweatshirt down.

"I'm running late," I answered, fixing it before getting everything I need.

"Well, I could drive you on my way to work," he offers, turning on the vacuum to vacuum up the dirty clothing.

"Uh, no thanks," I said, getting my backpack on. "I...uh...I need the exercise," I made an excuse.

"Aw, come on, Max!"

Than something catches my attention. Turning back, I get shocked. Dad is vacuuming the Powerline cutout that Viki gave me last year for my birthday. Quickly, we take the cutout of out the vacuum, but it got curled in a couple of places.

"Aw, Dad! You ruined it!" How am I going to tell her about this?

"Sorry about that," he apologizes. "Who was he, anyway?" he asked.

"It's only Powerline, Dad," I place it back. "The biggest rock star on the planet," I answered it as if it's obvious.

"Oh, not bigger than Xavier Cougat," he smiles, thinking about someone from his time. "The Mambo King! Everyone mambo! Mambo, mambo, mam-bo!" he dances and got me to dance with him.

"Aw, come on, there's no time for this!" I try to get out of his dancing. "What if the neighbors sees us, huh?"

"Too late!" a familiar female voice speaks out with a smirk tugging on her lips.

Looking at my doorway, there stands my childhood friend and the person who gave me the Powerline cutout, Viktoria Black aka Viki. She's a cat like P.J, but she's shorter than us like to up to my eyes. Long jet black hair falls down to her waist as the peach colored skin stands out of her sleeveless black shirt with a black and red skirt over her black leggings. Viki's shoes matches her outfit perfectly as her backpack is like a book bag that crosses her upper body.

"Come on, Max!" she smiles, grabbing me with her heavily bracelet hands as her black eyes twinkle like the stars at night.