by your words. Hey, trust me, windbag, there's no way I'm going to give a speech to a bunch of strangers. And then, of course, following your words, a royal feast. I think I'm just going to do a tight two minutes. See if that will calm them down, okay? Oyez! Oyez! Prince the 12th has returned. Thank you, windbag, for that slobbering introduction. Hello, everybody! Hey. - Listen up. - Ooh. Is this an audience or a landscape? Okay. Great to be back here at the palace. I look out and I see a sea of dumb barnyard animals. I'm here in your country to break up a romance between, uh, you know, the guy who owns the house I live in and a girl who is way out of his league. I know that whatever it is that you have, there is some sort of affliction that produces this glazed look behind your eyes, I hope you defeat it. I wish I could take every one of you home with me. Thank you. I killed. Very funny, sire. Well done. I didn't realize it was amateur hour. What's up with Prince? Oh, he's on the catnip again. Hold on, chaps! Have I got news for you! What's the word, Claudius? Dargis is going to bulldoze the barnyard and feed us to the tourists. Let him try. He'll have to deal with these fists of fury, won't he, eh? Well, that's dreadful. Calm yourselves, everybody. We're all right as long as Prince is alive. Well, obviously that feline is not Prince, you idiots. He's not even the cat formerly known as Prince. He's right, you know. Wait, he doesn't have to be Prince. He just has to look like him. If he fooled me, he'll fool them. But what's to stop Dargis from getting rid of this cat, too? McBunny is right. We must protect this cat at all costs. Our fates rely on it. Mr. And Mrs. Jon Arbuckle. Liz Arbuckle. Elizabeth Arbuckle. Yeah. Listen, you dolt. There's been a coup d'etat. Attempted murder most foul. I am Prince the 12th of Carlyle. You there, with the wise and thoughtful look. Hello. Convince this man there's been a mix-up. Garfield, I want you to be in my wedding party. Wedding party?! Think you can hold a basket of flowers in your mouth? Enough with the grooming, you dunce. My subjects face mortal jeopardy. Dog, approach. We must plan my escape, and I'm relying on your expedience and cunning. Okeydokey. New plan. Call my pumpkin, windbag. I'm ready to roll. Roll? Where to? You know, to the hotel, toJon. Your master, the one who's leaving you for his new wife? He's not leaving me. It's more of a... temporary insanity thing. Garfield, your master's started a new life. It's time for you to begin yours. Come on, I want to show you something. Do have any idea what runs through your veins? Yesterday's dinner, I guess. Royal blood, sire. You are the long-lost heir to the Carlyle throne. You kill me. These are your ancestors, dating back 400 years. Mine? Wow. Like, I'm a royal cat? Well, of course. And anything you need is only a flick of your tail away. A flick of my tail, huh? So, if I said, drool on your foot? Not bad. How about roll over and whistle "Dixie"? How's that? Nice. All right. Tough one: Jump up and touch the ceiling. How's that, sire? You don't get up there too high there, do you, fella? I give you your royal bedchamber. I could do some snoozing here, yeah. Even a king needs a catnap. Get up! Get down. Get up! This baby is spring-loaded. Why do you think they call me... Highness? Are you all right? Sire?! The royal trapeze? That is how you ring, sire. You pull it whenever you require something. - And what is that? - Your playhouse. Oh, I needed a playhouse. I've got a house inside of a house. Does this castle make my butt look a little too big? Fits you like a glove. - Ooh! Blimey. - Pardon. Well struck, sire. Good tone, smooth finish. Well, you took that in the best spirit, didn't you? Shall we have a look ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Восток - Запад на английском - текст Табор уходит в небо на английском - текст Коллекционер на английском - текст Дерсу Узала на английском - текст Чем суровей они с нами обращаются на английском |