kind of conveyance.
Oh, hello.
Oh, it's an awfully long way
down, but I must,
and I shall, and I...
Ow.
Well, Miss Westminster,
I have the papers
all drawn up.
We need only sign them,
and it's on to
the ground breaking.
Oh, that's wonderful.
I would like to move forward
as soon as possible.
Just think.
Bulldozers, paving machines
busily transforming this dump
into beautiful luxury condos.
You and I striding
through centuries of dust
like giants surveying
our emerging empire.
Two proud parents.
I-I'll just check on Smithee.
See if tea is ready.
Filthy monsters!
Come back here,
you smelly creature!
Come here!
Pigs, mark your man!
Come here,
you smelly individual!
You know what?
I got two words for that guy.
"You're fired."
If only it were
that simple, sire.
Swine!
Is there a problem, sir?
Is there a problem?
There's a bull drinking
my champagne,
the pool's full
of wild animals,
and a pig just
tried to kill me.
Yes! I would say
there was a problem.
I'll tend to it, sir.
You'll tend
to it immediately!
And we'll have tea indoors.
Do you think you
could handle that?
Thank you.
There's a good chap.
Oh!
Has there been an accident?
I'm afraid tea will have to wait
till later, Miss Westminster.
Oh.
He's about 42
and a half pounds.
He has orange fur,
more like a burnt sienna.
And he answers
to the name Garfield.
I-E-L-D.
Okay,
well, fortunately, Scotland Yard
isn't very busy this week.
So, uh, we'll put together
a task force
and our best men
and, uh, turn all
our resources and attention
towards finding your fat cat.
Really?
No.
Come on, Odie.
Now, Rommel,
it's really quite simple.
Uh...?
Me... Prince.
Prince... me.
Provider of food...
Food.
Right, governor.
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm!
Yum, yum.
Kill...
Kitty!
Attaboy, Rommel! There you go!
Well done!
That's the spirit!
Bad boy! Bad boy!
Go on, get along!
Smithee.
How are you?
Do me a favor.
Have that polished.
There's a good chap.
So, what's on
your mind, Smithee?
Uh...
Mr. Hobbs's office called.
Are the solicitors
convening again, sir?
It's nothing at all,
Smithee.
Papers to sign.
You know- boring.
Incidentally,
when did you
last have
a holiday, Smithee?
Holiday, sir?
I can't remember.
- Seriously, man?
- Mm.
What an embarrassing
oversight on my part.
I insist you have a week's
holiday, starting today.
Oh, I don't know.
I don't think...
Oh, Smithee, I won't
hear a word of it.
I can just see you
cycling in the Dordogne,
fighting the wild boar
in Tristan da Cunha.
Farewell, wind to your sails
and bon voyage, Smithee.
Well, then...
thank you... sir.
What am I going to do?
How am I supposed to find
Garfield?
London's really... big.
I don't care about some
alien love baby, okay?
I'm worried about Garfield.
Odie, you know what?
You're being a real...
"Lady Eleanor of Carlyle
has left her entire estate
to her beloved cat,
Prince the 12th."
Maybe someone mistook this cat
for Garfield.
Odie, come on.
Come on, buddy!
The Venetian crystal chandeliers
in this room were commissioned
by the Third Earl of Carlyle
in the late 18th century.
Over here, we have several
family portraits painted
by the Dutch master
Van Dyck.
These are amongst
the many treasures
to be found at Carlyle.
Oh, hogwash!
- Huh?
I tell you, this cat is
mocking us at every turn.
Preston, calm yourself.
We're only doing what is
best for everybody.
How much longer must we sustain this charade?
I can't believe this cat
is so stupid as to think
he's actually royalty.
Well, he does, and house cat
or not, we need him.
Wha...? House cat?
Just have a little patience.
Patience? Ha!
Admit it, Winston.
This buffoon couldn't groom
the paws of a real king.
Buffoon?!
Golly, this is without a doubt
my all-time crummiest moment.
Huh?
Jon.
Man, I've been such
a stupid, selfish cat.
I've lost my friend.
I've got to find him.
The original medieval kitchen
has stood
on