you.
[laughs]
Oh, don't mind me.
I'm just an
incorrigible old...
-Cat!
-What?
Nothing, nothing.
Nothing at all,
nothing at all.
Gosh, is that
the time already?
Time, I've
always said,
flies like an arrow.
Don't be afraid
to just show up
and bring some
of those investors—
those lovely investors.
We'll throw a party.
Cheerio!
Ah... Smithee, d-did
I see Prince in here?
Isn't it remarkable?
I found him wandering
the streets of London
as I left Willoughby's.
Indeed.
Extraordinary.
And where is
the little fiend...
[clears throat]:
Fellow at the moment?
Oh, I'm sure
I don't know, sir.
Well, I'll maybe take
a little look-see, hmm?
Make him welcome.
Yes, sir.
Look at this room,
for example.
Uh... how would you
liven this place up?
But, sire, this castle
is centuries old.
GARFIELD:
It's a museum.
It's boring.
And you know what's missing
when your crib is a museum?
It's called fun!
Fun?
It's not that hard.
You got to get
a running start
at something
this dull.
Who-o-o-o-o-o-a!
This is gonna end so badly.
[screaming]
Oops.
It was already cracked.
[laughs]:
Nothing escapes you,
does it, sire?
Yeah. I like
the way this feels.
You just slide, baby!
Whoa...!
D'uh-oh!
Don't worry about it.
That one was cracked as well.
Oh, I can relax.
Oops!
What the...? Ooh! Oof!
Smithee!
Get this thing off of me!
All right, let's go try
another room.
Good idea, sire.
MR. HOBBS [on phone]:
Yes, yes.
I've got the deed and
the paperwork in order,
and I've contacted
the other solicitors.
We'll be out there on Monday.
Monday?
But... but I need more time.
More time?
More time for what?
Oh... n-n-nothing. Nothing.
That'll-that'll be fine.
Oh, very well,
we'll be there Monday,
unless, by some miracle,
Prince returns.
We can only hope, Mr. Hobbs.
[screaming]
What's the news?
Dargis is sure to make a move
on the cat.
The solicitors
will be here Monday.
Right. Good work.
GARFIELD:
Careful.
That's high-grade
American cardboard
you're tossing
around there.
Beautiful, fellas.
Hang the plasma
right over the
Slip 'N Slide.
Sire, a word.
Jowls, my man.
Guess what your
enlightened,
all-powerful ruler
has brought
to the castle?
Oh, I can't wait to hear this.
Don't tell me.
A Renaissance painting.
Foosball, you know?
Foosball!
F-F-F-Foosball?
What does he think this is,
a pub?
Just because we don't
have opposable thumbs
doesn't mean we
don't play bar games.
Yes, sire, but I feel
your life is in danger.
Listen, Winnebago—
if I may call you that—
when history
speaks of me,
and she will, I want
to be remembered
as the "Party Prince."
As you wish.
You chaps know me—
I'm no snob.
Right? But this cat is too much.
[scoffs]:
He's an embarrassment to our whole way of life.
Oh, he's a disgrace
to the furry race.
"My pillow isn't soft enough.
My TV remote won't work."
Don't get your knickers
in a twist.
I know he's a pain in the neck,
but we just got to keep him
safe till Monday.
[quacking fanfare]
GARFIELD:
Yeah. My loyal
and fragrant subjects, please.
Thank you.
Briefly, I
hate Mondays.
Just hate 'em.
Therefore, I decree,
from this day forward,
there will be no more Mondays.
-What?
-What?
Got it? Today is Tuesday, then.
Happy Tuesday, everybody.
Yeah, I think he's lost it.
Like I said,
we just got to keep him safe
till Tuesday.
Hello, Rommel.
Ah-ha-ha!
I have a present for you.
Prince's favorite pillow.
[barking, snarling]
Sniffy, sniffy, Rommel.
Sniffy, sniffy.
Ooh, bad pillow. Ooh!
Kill kitty.
Kill kitty.
[snickering]
Oh, what a clever boy.
Eat the cat.
Yum, yum, yum.
I think you're ready.
Uh-oh, here comes trouble.
Eat the pussycat.
There's a good chap.
Operation Feline Protection
under way.
I'm on it. Hoo-hoo!
Yeah, yeah.
[barking]
Oops.
Bon appйtit.
Here, kitty, kitty.
Come to Rommel.
Where are you,
my