Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties Page #3

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over 600 years ago

by Lord Franklin Carlyle.

Now, the initial structure

is late medieval in style...

MAN:

In the west wing, we'll put the pool and spa.

Yes, and where would

the squash courts be?

Oh, there he is!

-That's unbelievable.

-Oh, hello.

Snap your photos. Unfortunately,

I can but spare a few moments...

Hey, buddy, do you

mind stepping aside?

I can't get a good

shot of the cat.

Greetings, all.

Hello.

So glad.

So very, very glad.

May I remind you

this is private property?

Oh, relax, bro, it's not

like you own the place.

We shall see.

[quacking fanfare]

To all the royal

subjects,

I give you the new possessor

of Carlyle Castle:

Prince the 12th!

PRINCE:

To one and all,

I pledge, from this day forward,

to rule my kingdom

with wisdom and valor.

And as long as I reign,

you shall continue

to have safe haven

here on the bountiful grounds

of Carlyle.

Thank you. That is all.

ANI MALS:

Hip-hip hooray!

Long live Prince!

I think that went

frightfully well.

Don't you, Winny?

Sire, I hasten to remind you

that Lord Dargis has every

reason to get rid of you.

Oh, Winny, pooh-pooh.

I'm his favorite kitty-cat.

[grand royal theme playing]

[record needle scratches]

Hello, little Prince.

What a beautiful day

for a picnic, of course.

Oh, no, thanks, old boy.

You just run along

and enjoy yourself.

Hey! What the devil...?!

So it's hide-and-seek

you want to play.

All right,

I'll count to 100.

-[barking]

-Hello, Rommel.

...three, four, five...

...35, 36, 37, 38...

...96, 97, 98, 99, 100.

All right, fair warning.

Ready or not, here I come...

[Prince yells]

Bon voyage, Prince.

[chuckles]

Oh, dear me.

I may have misjudged

the old boy.

Perhaps he is somewhat

of a scoundrel.

After all, this is not the way

one plays hide-and-seek.

[crow cawing]

[rock music plays]

[group singing]

[singing continues]

[singing ends]

Oh, blimey.

[sighs heavily]

Will that

be all, sir?

Oh, yes, thank you.

Uh... thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, wait, wait,

wait, wait, um...

how do I look?

Lovely, sir?

No, see, I'm proposing

to my girlfriend.

She's staying

just down the hall.

I want to make sure I look...

Well, let's see now.

It needs a certain...

Ah!

May I, sir?

There we are.

-Hugh Grant.

-Great.

Uh, oh, could you deliver this

to the girl in room 407?

Of course, sir.

Oh, and, uh...

and this.

Cary Grant, sir.

[knocking]

Jon?

Hey!

But, what are you doing here?

Well, it's just Fashion Week.

Where else would I be?

This is incredible.

I cannot believe

that you're here.

So you're glad?

Glad? I'm thrilled.

But London?

I mean, did you come all

the way here just for me?

Yeah, it's nuts.

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