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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.
In fact, I, uh...
I want us to be together, uh...
LIZ:
Odie!
Come here!
[laughing]:
Oh, yeah.
[gasping]:
Air... water... lasagna.
Garfield?
That's the hello I get?
13 hours in a bag
with a farting dog?
Ooh, you know, they have
quarantine laws here.
Don't let Odie
out of your sight.
They might deport him.
Deport Odie?
Oh, I like this country already.
Oops!
[grunts]
Okay, I'm gonna need
a litter box,
a room service menu
and the TV remote,
and in that order.
Anyone needs me,
I'll be in my office.
Where are my clothes?
Cool.
My very own cat tub.
[water splashing]
[spitting]
Gol-lee!
[cawing]
[caws echo]
NIGEL [echoes]:
Got it.
Could have just come down
and told me that, couldn't he?
All right. Listen up! Listen up!
Farmyard news flash!
I've got some good news
and some bad news.
Which would you
like to hear first?
ANI MALS:
The bad news.
Lord Dargis just threw
Prince in the river.
[concerned exclamations]
Okay, give me the good news.
He was
in a lovely picnic basket.
[animals exclaiming]
If he throws us in the river,
we'll never survive.
-You're ducks; you can swim.
-Oh.
Winston, I'm next in line
for the throne.
Uh-oh. This could get ugly.
I have here a list of new rules
of governance.
WI NSTON:
Preston, I hardly think that's necessary...
Rule Number One:
The barnyard animals congregate
entirely too close
to the castle.
We house pets need our space.
Oh, you've got enough space,
laddie,
right between your ears.
-[animals laugh]
-You take that back!
I command you, as your new king.
Look, there's still a chance
Prince may find
his way back here.
In the meantime, Claudius,
you get into the castle
and find out
what Dargis is up to.
I'm on it.
I'm your mouse on the inside.
I'll see
what I can learn from my end.
[traffic passing]
[Liz laughing]
I want to do something
more cultural.
Okay, all right...
You're cold.
[barking]
Getting colder.
You're an icicle.
You're frozen stiff.
Let's remind ourselves
what we're looking for.
It's a hamburger.
-A squeaky hamburger.
-[squeaking]
We take a walk
through Hyde Park...
Excuse me? We "walk"?!
Then we stroll down
the incredibly cultural
Piccadilly.
[laughs]
"Stroll"?
And then, boom—
Carnaby Street.
Aren't we about 40 years
too late for Carnaby Street?
[British accent]:
No, luv.
That's where
all the swingin' birds are.
Oh. Well, then we
are definitely
going to the British
Museum.
[gags]
Any cuter, I'm gonna need
a barf bag.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?
-I'm security, pal.
-[Odie barks]
Just protecting you
from yourself.
Garfield, you have caused
enough trouble today.
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