Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties Page #5

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Now you have food,

water and company.

Which one is he?

-Be good.

-Jon, you're delirious.

Be careful!

She's a man-eater!

Oh, no. He's under her spell.

[barks]

Okay, Odie,

I'll give you one small clue.

It's not in there!

Prince!

[sighs]

Where is that cat?

Prince!

Prince!

Prince!

Prince!

[gunshot]

Prince!

Pull!

[gunshot]

Sir, have you,

by any chance, seen Prince?

I can't seem to

find him anywhere.

Oh... dear!

You mean our little orange

bundle of fun is missing?

Pull!

[gunshot]

-Crikey!

-[gasps]

The man's got a cannon!

And he's pointing it at us!

We're sitting ducks!

Careful, sir.

You wouldn't

want to injure

the creatures,

would you?

Run away!

Of course not.

That would make me

some kind of monster,

wouldn't it?

By the way, Smithee,

I've a little errand

for you.

Could you go to London

and pick up my new suits

at Willoughby's?

Oh, very good, sir.

Pull!

[announcer speaking

indistinctly on TV]

Can you imagine

taking a nap on that table?

Just lie there

for hours and shed.

In other news today, the

queen's corgis, Milly and Tillie,

returned from their world

cruise with the queen,

aboard Her Majesty's yacht.

The animals are said

to have suffered

a mild seasickness,

but now are back to eating

the finest calf's liver.

Oh, boy.

Must be sweet.

"My tummy's upset.

May I have some liver?"

Boy, I wish Jon was a queen.

-[knocking]

-MAI D:
Housekeeping.

Okay, blockhead, time

to bust out of here

and catch up with Jon.

First, let's

grab some chow,

before I eat your liver

with some fava beans

and a nice Chianti.

Sorry, we left

a bit of a mess

in the bathroom.

Thanks.

All right,

keep your eyes peeled

for a goofy-looking

guy with a map.

They're not up here.

I'm coming down!

GARFIELD:

Hup, hup, hup, hup!

Hee-yah!

Jon? Jon? Jon?

Where's Waldo?

Take the picture.

Take the picture.

Take it! Take it!

Take the picture!

[guard shouts an order]

GUARD:

Halt!

Right face!

GARFIELD:

Excuse me.

Did you see

a couple of people

who look like

they might be tourists?

Oh, I know this drill.

They won't crack up,

no matter what you do.

Hey, Freeze-Frame,

your knee's on fire.

Hmm. I know

I can get this guy.

No, seriously,

your zipper's down.

Hey, Dry Goods.

[blubbering]

Yeah.

Anybody ever tell you

you look like Tina Turner?

That was effective.

COACHMAN:

Her Majesty, the Queen of England!

GARFIELD:

What's all the hubbub?

GUARD:

Attention!

Hey, Odie, look,

it's those royal corgis.

Hey, lady,

you got any leftover liver?

Stuck-up little punk.

Oh, I know she heard us.

They had the top down.

Odie? Odie?

D'uh-oh! Odie, no!

Don't do the

ugly-American thing!

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