felt a slight chill.
-What?
I thought a simple wrap
would be just the ticket.
-There!
-There what?
There is absolutely no reason
why you can't have
a cool, refreshing drink
to make you feel calmer
in this steamy weather.
Wait in the room.
Stupid cat!
Nobody makes an idiot out of me.
[grunting]
[whimpers, body thuds]
[visor squeaks]
Oopsie-daisy.
Medic!
PRINCE:
Well done, old man.
GARFIELD:
Thank you.
Never seen a welcome mat
on the way out.
[grunts]
GARFIELD:
Get your cameras ready, ladies.
DARGIS:
Come back here, you flea-bitten monster!
[chickens clucking]
-[ducks quacking]
-GARFIELD: Oops! Oh, no!
[taunting blubber]
[panting and grunting]
Ooh!
[panting]
[grunting]
[gasping]
ROMMEL:
Trousers!
[Dargis screams]
[barking]
[Dargis screams]
[barking]
-Trousers!
-[screaming]
[gasps]
McBUNNY:
Target sighted!
DARGIS [mumbling]:
Shaken him off.
Pull!
-Take that!
-[clay shattering]
-And that!
-[Dargis screams]
-Down a bit. Down a bit. Up.
-Bob's your uncle!
[grunting]
Good Lord, it's a conspiracy!
[Rommel barks in distance]
[barking]
Oh, dear.
Trousers!
DARGIS [echoing]:
Smithee!
JON:
Excuse me, sir.
Is that Carlyle Castle?
It is.
Maybe you can help me.
Have you seen a cat
that looks like this?
Ah, yeah... that's Prince,
the cat of Carlyle.
[whimpers]
It's also Garfield,
the cat of the cul-de-sac.
Do you mean to say,
you have a cat
that's Prince's doppelganger?
No, I'm saying
they look exactly alike.
And there's a chance
they may have gotten mixed up.
I see.
There you are, man.
Good God! What happened
to your clothes?
Indeed, it's been
that kind of day.
Mr. Dargis, I demand
an explanation.
[voice cracking]:
I had no choice.
The cat just won't die.
What did you say?
You will sign the deeds
over to me, cat or no cat.
Oh, my!
Mr. Hobbs, you were right.
Lord Dargis was willing
to go to any lengths
to get the estate.
I can see you're busy.
I'm just gonna...
Uh! Young lady.
Get over there.
Traitoress. You were working
with them all along!
JON:
Odie! Odie, wait for me!
Odie!
DARGIS:
Get on with it!
PRINCE:
Hello, everyone.
Sorry I'm late.
Shall I ring for tea?
Well, it's Prince,
and he's alive!
GARFIELD:
I am bushed.
All this running-for-my-life
stuff.
What say we break for lunch,
take a quick nap
and pick it up later?
Sound good?
There are two
of you little monsters, hmm?
For those keeping score
at home, that's 18 lives.
MR. HOBBS:
This is unbelievable!
-HOBBS: Two cats?!
-DARGIS: No matter.
I have plenty of ammunition.
-Aah!
-[Odie growling]
Something's biting me!
[screaming]
[growling]
Odie, let him go!
Help! Oh!
Your lunatic dog
just bit my bottom!
[laughter]
All right.
Well played, you.
GARFIELD:
Hey, look, it's Little Jon.
PRINCE:
Good show, old man.
I'll go quietly.
Jon?
-Liz?
-What's going on?
Well, hello, my dear.
Hello.
And not a moment too soon.
-[gasping]
-GARFIELD & PRINCE: Uh-oh!
Is this part of the tour?
-Let her go.
-All in good time.
Now if you'll be so kind...
Okay, stay calm.
Okay?
Mr. Hobbs, the papers, please.
I've seen enough.
You want to call in your weasel?
PRINCE:
Sic him, Nigel.
Oi! I'm a ferret.
And I mean business...
trouser-leg business!
Ooh... [screams]
NIGEL:
I'll take a leg, please.
Ooh, on second thought,
I'll have some white meat.
Aah! Good Lord!
There's a wild animal
in my trousers!
[grunts]
[whimpers, body thuds]
Hoo-dee-doo-dee-doo.
Uh, who's next then, eh?
Glass jaw.
He can dish it out,
but he can't take it.
That was amazing!
Are-Are you okay?
Yeah, I...
I never felt better.
PRESTON:
Well done, Garfield.
I was rooting for you
the whole time.
Did you hear something?
Yes, one