Aha! I so knew you weren't me.
And you must be Garfield.
How do you know my name?
I've lived your life
for the past few days.
Yes, if ever a man loved a cat,
it's your Jon.
Return to him, Garfield.
Return to your home.
Your Highness, you don't have
to tell me twice. Bye-bye.
Sire, thank heavens.
-You've returned.
-The real prince!
The prince is home,
back with us!
It's the real prince—
the genuine article.
Yes, my friends,
I have returned to you
at this, our darkest hour.
So, Winny, what exactly is
Lord Dargis up to?
He intends to level our homes
and kill us all.
O... kay.
[clears throat]
Well, in that case, I decree
that we pack our bags
and get our scraggy bottoms
out of here.
Perhaps to the castle next door.
-Oh, boy.
-What?!
[sarcastically]:
Well, that was inspirational.
Brilliant.
I am so fired up.
You know, I have to believe
we can do better.
I thought you were leaving.
Hey, button the beak,
Fruit Loops,
or I'll stick that thing on
backwards.
Look, Lord Doofus is
just another bully.
And what do we do to bullies?
Well, generally,
we run from them.
No, we don't leave.
We stand
and we kick royal butt.
Trust me, if you beasts...
can bake a two-cheese
lasagna,
you can beat Dargis.
Well, do you have a plan,
Garfield?
Tell you what.
For the duration of this battle,
I would prefer
to be called G-Cat.
And we have two plans.
-Oh, teamwork. Oh, yes, yes.
-[animals chatter excitedly]
[panting]
GARFIELD:
Hey, girly dog!
[snarling]
Yeah, you girly girl!
You're such a silly sissy dog!
[barking]
GARFIELD:
Go! Go!
PRINCE:
The game is afoot.
[Rommel barking in distance]
-Sissy, silly dog.
-[barking]
You don't move so good, bozo!
[barking]
Uh-oh!
Here, kitty-kitty.
[panting]
GARFIELD:
Yoo-hoo!
-Oh, Mr. Stinky Dog.
-[growling]
Hey, loco.
Oh, no!
Run away!
GARFIELD:
Oh, yay-yip-yip-yahoo!
Yahoo!
Yow-yow-ya-ya-yip-yip-yip-yahoo!
DARGIS [sadly]:
The loss of Prince...
I'm not quite
sure that...
any of us will ever
get over it.
Prince and Carlyle Court
were... were one.
Sometimes, it's, it's almost
as if his...
his spirit was still...
His spirit's still what?
...still ro-roaming
the grounds.
I wonder if you could
excuse me for a little...
Do you hear running water?
I-I won't be long.
He's a bit of a tool,
don't you think?
[doorbell rings]
Yes?
Lord Dargis. Am I early?
Only just, Miss Westminster.
Only just.
Please, please. Please.
I was just
finishing something.
I wonder if you'd like
to wait in the library.
[whimpers]
Okay.
Make yourself at home.
Have a seat.
Thank you. Um...
PRINCE:
Tally-ho!
Oh! On the other hand,
this simply won't do.
-Why?
-Smithee's been painting again.
I can't smell anything.
Oh, you never can,
my darling.
Next thing you know,
you're salsa dancing
in your knickers.
-What?
-I won't be long.
[growls]
[grunts]
MR. HOBBS:
Ah! Mr. Dargis,
will we be starting
sometime today?
Absolutely, Mr. Hobbs.
PRINCE:
Hello again.
[Dargis screams]
-What's the matter?
-Matter with what?
-You screamed.
-No, I didn't.
Why don't you adjourn
to my study?
And now, I'll retrieve
the papers.
Where are you,
you rat-headed devil?
[grunts]
Oh, no!
Yoo-hoo, Mr. Fancy-pants.
[groans]
Wait till I get
my hands on you!
Ha-ha! He's brilliant!
[groans]
[groans]
GARFIELD [in Brooklyn accent]:
Dargis!
I got two words for youse:
Me. Yow.
Come here, you!
Oh, no, you won't do.
I specifically requested
a feline masseuse.
[screams]
[Dargis groans]
[Dargis yelling]
Somebody get this thing
off of me!
Hey, bozo!
-[growls]
-Yeah, you, buster!
GARFIELD:
Hey!
[screams]
Stupid, red-haired,
flea-bitten...
Whoa-aah!
[grunting and groaning]
Lord Da... What is...?
What is that?
-I