relax, bro, it's not
like you own the place.
We shall see.
To all the royal
subjects,
I give you the new possessor
of Carlyle Castle:
Prince the 12th!
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.
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.
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.
Hello, Rommel.
...three, four, five...
...35, 36, 37, 38...
...96, 97, 98, 99, 100.
All right, fair warning.
Ready or not, here I come...
Bon voyage, Prince.
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.
Oh, blimey.
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.
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...
Odie!
Come here!
Oh, yeah.
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!
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.
Gol-lee!
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?
The bad news.
Lord Dargis just threw
Prince in the river.
Okay, give me the good news.
He was
in a lovely picnic basket.
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.
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.
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.
I want to do something
more cultural.
Okay, all right...
You're cold.
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.
We take a walk
through Hyde Park...
Excuse me? We "walk"?!
Then we stroll down
the incredibly cultural
Piccadilly.
"Stroll"?
And then, boom--
Carnaby Street.
Aren't we about 40 years
too late for Carnaby