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 Street?
No, luv.
That's where
all the swingin' birds are.
Oh. Well, then we
are definitely
going to the British
Museum.
Any cuter, I'm gonna need
a barf bag.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing?
I'm security, pal.
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.
Okay, Odie,
I'll give you one small clue.
It's not in there!
Prince!
Where is that cat?
Prince!
Prince!
Prince!
Prince!
Prince!
Pull!
Sir, have you,
by any chance, seen Prince?
I can't seem to
find him anywhere.
Oh... dear!
You mean our little orange
bundle of fun is missing?
Pull!
Crikey!
The man's got a cannon!
And he's pointing it at us!
We're sitting ducks!
Careful, sir.
You wouldn't
want to injure
the creatures,
would you?
Run away!
Of course not.
That would make me
some kind of monster,
wouldn't it?
By the way, Smithee,
I've a little errand
for you.
Could you go to London
and pick up my new suits
at Willoughby's?
Oh, very good, sir.
Pull!
Can you imagine
taking a nap on that table?
Just lie there
for hours and shed.
In other news today, the
queen's corgis, Milly and Tillie,
returned from their world
cruise with the queen,
aboard Her Majesty's yacht.
The animals are said
to have suffered
a mild seasickness,
but now