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 are back to eating
the finest calf's liver.
Oh, boy.
Must be sweet.
"My tummy's upset.
May I have some liver?"
Boy, I wish Jon was a queen.
Housekeeping.
Okay, blockhead, time
to bust out of here
and catch up with Jon.
First, let's
grab some chow,
before I eat your liver
with some fava beans
and a nice Chianti.
Sorry, we left
a bit of a mess
in the bathroom.
Thanks.
All right,
keep your eyes peeled
for a goofy-looking
guy with a map.
They're not up here.
I'm coming down!
Hup, hup, hup, hup!
Hee-yah!
Jon? Jon? Jon?
Where's Waldo?
Take the picture.
Take the picture.
Take it! Take it!
Take the picture!
Halt!
Right face!
Excuse me.
Did you see
a couple of people
who look like
they might be tourists?
Oh, I know this drill.
They won't crack up,
no matter what you do.
Hey, Freeze-Frame,
your knee's on fire.
Hmm. I know
I can get this guy.
No, seriously,
your zipper's down.
Hey, Dry Goods.
Yeah.
Anybody ever tell you
you look like Tina Turner?
That was effective.
Her Majesty, the Queen of England!
What's all the hubbub?
Attention!
Hey, Odie, look,
it's those royal corgis.
Hey, lady,
you got any leftover liver?
Stuck-up little punk.
Oh, I know she heard us.
They had the top down.
Odie? Odie?
D'uh-oh! Odie, no!
Don't do the
ugly-American thing!
The British are coming!
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