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.
( indistinct conversations )
jON:
What am I going to do?
How am I supposed to find
Garfield?
- London's really... big.
- ( Odie barks )
I don't care about some
alien love baby, okay?
I'm worried about Garfield.
( barks )
Odie, you know what?
You're being a real...
Ў®Ў®Lady Eleanor of Carlyle
has left her entire estate
to her beloved cat,
Prince the 1 2th.''
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 1 8th 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.
( singing )
- PRESTON: Oh, hogwash!
- Huh?
I tell you, this cat is
mocking us at every turn.
WI NSTON:
Preston, calm yourself.
We're only doing what is
best for everybody.
PRESTON:
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?!
( acoustic guitar plays
sad melody )
Golly, this is without a doubt
my all-time crummiest moment.
Huh?
jon.
Man, I've been such
a stupid, selfish cat.
( sniffling )
I've lost my friend.
I've got to find him.
The original medieval kitchen
has stood
on this site since 1 485...
Yes, yes, it's big.
It's old and it's musty.
Uh, Lord Dargis, uh,
please meet the tour group
from the Royal
Animal Conservancy.
Oh! By all means,
save the little darlings.
That's my motto.
Big fan of Free Willy,
Born Free,
all the Free movies.
Bravo! Now off you go.
If you come this way,
we'll visit some of the
underground passages,
one of which...
Hello. Welcome to
Carlyle Castle, my dear.
Thank you.
It's, it's beautiful.
Well, that makes
two of you.
Did I mention how much
I abhor fox hunting?
Unless, of course,
in self-defense.
- Bye.
- If I may...
Uh, one question, uh...?
Liz.
Ah, the same as our own
dear queen. Cordial?
- One question, Liz.
- Liz?
What would you say
if I were to donate
one of my priceless
oil paintings
to your conservancy?
Um... Thank you?
Mm! But how
would you say it?
That royal sleaze
is hitting on Liz.
Perhaps you would consider
dining with me
at the castle tonight?
Nobody hits on my best friend's
girlfriend... and succeeds.
Yoo-hoo! Mr. Pinata-Head.
( growling ):
You!
Me?
Excuse me for one moment.
- Sure, but...
- Mi castle es su castle.
- DARGIS: Aha!
- GARFI ELD: Not now!
- Your nine lives are up!
- ( doorbell rings )
GARFI ELD:
No. No, not now.
Good Lord,
do these people never sleep?
GARFI ELD:
Oh, why now?
Ah, Mr. Hobbs,
punctual as usual.
just taking out the rubbish.
Won't be a jiffy.
GARFI ELD ( whimpering ):
Oh, please!
Okay, you got me.
GARFI ELD:
Oh, you are so stupid.
Dungeon.
GARFI ELD:
I'm just a cat!
GARFI ELD ( crying ):
Oh... Please! I'm so weak...
and, and you're so strong,
so powerful.
( Garfield grunts )
( lock rattles )
GARFI ELD:
You creep!