will be here Monday.
Right. Good work.
GARFI ELD:
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 Ў®Ў®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.
Ў®Ў®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 )
GARFI ELD:
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 appЁ¦tit.
Here, kitty, kitty.
Come to Rommel.
Where are you,
my little furry friend?
Hello, Rommel.
Eat kitty.
No, no kitty, Rommel.
But we have something
better to chew on.
No kitty?
That's right: no kitty.
Bring Lord Dargis's
new trousers, please.
Pig, the trousers!
Uh, trousers.
Thank you, Sam.
And now, Rommel,
how about
a nice tug of war?
Yeah.
Ooh! Lord Dargis
better watch out
next time
Rommel's on the loose.
( snarling )
( whistling )
Hello, Smithee.
You're in good spirits today,
sir.
Yes. For some reason I feel
a great burden has been lifted.
A burden, sir?
What do you make of
my new suit, Smithee?
Hmm?
Oh, very smart, sir.
Oh, Smithee, I've invited Miss
Westminster for tea on Monday,
and it's extremely important
she feel welcome.
Why don't you bring up a bottle
of the very best champagne?
And set out
the Prince Royal china,
silver service.
You know the type of thing.
Very good, sir.
( whistling )
ROMMEL:
Uh, trousers.
DARGIS:
Yes, I'd like to speak
to Miss Westminster, please.
Hello, Rommel.
Did we enjoy
our little snack, then, hmm?
Trousers.
Ah, Miss Westminster...
Trousers!
Care to pop over
and have a little...
( screaming )
RUGBY FAN 1 :
Oggy! Oggy! Oggy!
RUGBY FANS:
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Oggy! Oggy! Oggy!
FANS:
Oi! Oi! Oi!
( all cheering )
- LIZ: Isn't this fantastic?
-JON: Yeah.
Who ordered the pasta?
- Oh, it's for the kitty.
- Oh, good Lord.
What gruel is this?
( barks )
Quite right, old boy.
They must have given me yours.
Garfield, since when
do you say no to lasagna?
You do realize I'm a cat,
don't you, sir?
You know, he doesn't
seem like himself.
He's probably
just a little jet-lagged.
I suppose I should probably
force down a bite or two
to keep up my strength.
Oh. It does have
a unique texture.
So, Liz, I don't know
if you've noticed,
but I've been
kind of anxious to, um...
( fans shouting )
( laughing ):

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