Goofy went back home to clear his head. Pete was grilling meat as Goofy sat glumly.

"Oh, Pete! What am I gonna do now?" Goofy asked.

"Oh, look, Goof, it's no big deal. All that book learning doesn't prepare you for doodly-squat. It's useless in the real world. Ha! All them square roots, and circumnavigating and circumference and...bah! It's all 'garbology.' Lookie here," Pete explained.

After he put the burgers on the grill, he grabbed some horseshoe stakes and went to throw them at the peg.

"If you know that four quarters adds up to a simoleon, you'll survive. Anyone who tells you anything different is priming your pump. Take it from me, pal," Pete laughed, missing every time he threw a horseshoe.

This triggered something in Goofy. He finally figured out what he was missing.

'If you want that diploma, you gotta fix both eyes on it like it was this here horseshoe stake,' Goofy's thoughts rang in his head as he took the one horse shoe from Pete.

He concentrated, spun around, and threw the horseshoe. It rang around the peg like nothing.

"That's it! I lost my focus! I gotta get back there and straighten things out," Goofy exclaimed.

He ran towards the car only to trip over the table and knocked over everything.

"Focus!" Goofy scolded himself.

He finally made it to the car and left, leaving Pete in a state of confusion.

"Did I miss something?" he asked.

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A/N Goofy finally figured it out of what he needs to do. What about Max?