Goofy plays everyman again. He's an average working joe who demonstrates "the up on time/work on time/bed on time" routine while going from work to home every weekday. On Saturday night, however, he parties it up and attempts to get some rest the next Sunday but with his son around, it's impossible. He insists Dad take him to the beach and, although Goofy refuses, he ends up going anyway where he gets into all sorts of trouble mainly as the result of chasing his son all over the place. Worse yet, when he leaves, he falls victim to the world's biggest traffic jam. As a result of all this, he is relieved to go back to work the following week!
A seven a.m. alarm clock starts off the daily routine that "Goofy/George" must endure, always anticipating the relaxation of that Sunday morning lie in. That is, of course, until "Junior" decides that dad has slept for too long, mum wants to do the hoovering, the phone rings and then there's the washing machine, trumpet practice - maybe even a visitor for lunch. I know: some succour from a delve into the Sunday paper? Fat chance - peace is elusive! "Junior" and the dog want a leisurely drive to the coast? More a traffic jam of like minded optimists! Quickly his thoughts turn to the relief of Monday when he will be glad for the chance to get back to the sanity of work! It's quite an effective observation of the Sunday madness that so often constitutes the epitome of the day of rest for the working man! People who say "Happy Monday" always annoy me but maybe they have a point! Mum keeps a sensibly low profile, too!