Chapter 6:

*Max's POV*

Dad practically dragged me to the library as soon as class ended, taking me away from the time I planned for practicing for the "X" Games. He continues speaking about stuff that I am now spacing out.

"So after we compare and contrast the Age of Enlightenment's...dark period with the Spanish Inquisition's recessionary trends," he talks as I am doodling stuff on my paper, "we can get ahead stare on our trigonorm...uh, triggy...uh, math," he smiles. "Than as a treat, I'll get us tickets to the Museum of Natural Arts and Sciences," he sharpens his pencil. "I hear there's a spectacular leech exhibit."

I sighed bored while rolling my eyes with the side of my face in my hand.

"But only if we finish all our homework," he says after seeing his tiny pencil.

I yawned and stretched my arms and legs.

At some point, a paper airplane hits me on the forehead, startling me a little. The paper airplane falls in front of me.

I take it carefully, not wanting my Dad to see what I am doing. My gloved hands open the airplane, and a message appears to me, "MEET US IN MUSIC APPRECIATION 911!"

My head turns towards where the music appreciation is to see P.J. waving over to me, smiling.

Dad is working on his homework as I use that time to try to escape, but he caught me.

"Where you goin', son?" he asked me, noticing me.

"Oh, yea!" I smiled nervously, thinking of something. "Well, I was just gonna go to….You know, go to the…." I look around for an excuse than I see a station where a sign says "CHECK OUT LIBRARY CARDS." An idea pops in my head. "To take you to sign up for your library card," I smiled to him, grabbing his arm. "Dad, all new students need one."

We walk over to the lady at the desk with a tall stack of open books. She goes through each one stamping them and placing them to the side.

I cleared my throat when I noticed that she hadn't seen us.

She looks up to us and then speaks, "Good morning, gentlemen. I am the Head Librarian, versed in all aspects of your school's library, including, but not limited to fiction, nonfiction, periodicals, reference, and policy," she explains, closing a book. "How may I help out?" she finally asked.

"Hi, there, Miss "Marpole-ee"?" I questioned, seeing her name tag, but then correct myself. "Marpole. Marpole! My Dad needs a library card. Could you…." I move him forward to her.

"Oh, it would be my pleasure," Miss Marpole says, moving back a little bit to get some stuff. "We here at the college library believe that owning a library card is a privilege, not a right," she gives Dad a stack of papers. "Consequently, we expect students," at this point; I begin to walk away, "to treat the Dewey Decimal System with respect."

*No One's POV*

"You'll find these helpful to your library experience," Miss Marpole gives Goofy another stack of papers.

Goofy lets a gasp when he sees something on her finger. "Well, I'll be!" he grins. "Is that a genuine mood ring you're wearin'?" he asked, pointing at it.

"Well, oh," she's surprised for him to notice. "Yes," she smiles. "Well, yes, it is. I'm a collector of 70s memorabilia and such. Sort of silly, huh?"

"What, are you kiddin'?" he places the papers down to pulls out a golden shell. "There here's a Gilligan's Island fan club seashell," he shows it to her.

Miss Marpole gasps in shock. "Get out!" she's amazed by the seashell. "Do you remember the one when the Professor built a noncombustible engine out of coconut shells and sand?" she asked him, excited.

"Gawrsh, yea, little buddy."

Unknown to them, Max and P.J. are watching them from the music station.

"Come on!" P.J. speaks to Max. "We're supposed to be practicin' for the "X" Games."

"I love all that 70s stuff!" Goofy smiles happily.

"Come on," Max says to his friends. "We're out of here."

Both Bobby and Viki were listening to music and leaning against each other on their backs.

"Oh, gosh!" Miss Marpole speaks, remembering something. "Remember the "Boogie Duck"?"

"That was my all-time favorite!" Goofy says, begin dancing the Boogie Duck. "Quack, quack, quack, quack."

"Ooh-ooh," she joins in.

"Quack, quack, quack, quack."

"Ooh-ooh."

"Here at the college library you'll find a most…." her boss says, giving a small group a tour around the library than he sees Miss Marpole and Goofy being goofballs. "A-A-Ahem!" he calls out to her angrily. "Miss Marpole! In a library?" She finally noticed and immediately straightened up at his sudden appearance. "Really! And now, I actually think that the Psych Department will be refreshing," he pushes the group to another part of the hallway.

"Well, uh," she speaks to Goofy softly. "I really should be getting back to work," she then walks away.

"Say, um, Miss Marpole," Goofy calls for her.

"Oh, you can call me, Sylvia," she smiles, turning around back to him.

"Gawrsh! Sylvia," he smiles, walking towards her. "Ah-yuck. I was just a wonderin' if maybe you'd like to…"

"Go out to dinner?" she guessed.

"Well, then maybe afterward, uh."

"Go dancing?" she makes another suggestion.

"Sure! So, if, uh...Well, if you're free on…"

"Saturday?" Sylvia asked excitedly. "Oh, I'd love to. Seven o'clock?" she asked, helping him out.

"All right. Ah-yuck. See ya then," he confirms with a smile.

"You know, Goofy," she says, slowly turning away, smiling. "You're pretty groovy," she says, turning away completely.

Goofy watches her stunned before having that big goofy grin, "Aw, shucks! She said I'm pretty groovy," he's in lalaland. "Hey, Maxie!" he turns over to where they were. "Guess what! Maxie?" he asked, looking around for him. "I got a date," he smiles dreamily.