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>[Garfield] Way over there by the horizon?
- Come on, Garfield. Let's go.!
Wait up.! Wait up.!
[Gasps, Groans]
- Am I dead?
- Garfield, don't move!
Don't move?
Not a problem.
Just wait for the walk signal.
Oh, no, it's a stampede.!
- If I can just get away from this herd.
- Garfield!
Garfield, where are you?
Garfield, get down
from there, man.
No. I'm not coming down.
I'm happy to live the rest of my life
up here. Thank you.
Liz! Liz!
- What's wrong?
- Garfield's gone. I think he's run away too.
First Odie, and now Garfield.
Liz, I am the worst pet owner on the planet.
- Wait. What happened?
- I can't find him. You gotta help me.
I can't live
without Garfield.
Let's start at the park.
Let's start at the park.
Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Garfield, relax.
Look. We're here.
- We're here now.
- Curb service.
The Telegraph Tower
in all its splendor.
It looks much smaller on the box.
You gotta go all the way up there?
Good luck, playa.
I'll catch you later.
I don't do the vertical thing.
- Thanks a lot, partner.
- Oh, yeah. Hold up, "G."
- What?
- Watch out for the po-po.
- You know, five-oh? Control-oh.
- Huh?
- Animal control, man.
- Oh, that po-po.
- Keep it squeal.
- Hey, thanks, partner.
Oink, oink.
I can't try the door. I couldn't
handle another stampede.
First thing Monday morning...
[Breathing Heavily]
I'm gonna get to work
on losing those last 20 pounds.
Okay, everything
looks good out there.
Looks like we got ourselves
a blockage.
Guess we'll just...
purge the system.
- [Vent Clatters]
- Oh, pardon me.
That wasn't my stomach, was it?
- [Air Blowing]
- Ah, there's a cooling breeze.
Ooh. Woah!
- Whee!
- Aaah!
Oh, my poor nose.
Jon, stop the car.
- What?
- It's Odie.
Somebody found him.
52903 Euclid Street.
Let's go.
This rescue thing
is exhausting.
When do heroes
get to eat?
- [Barks]
- Oh, my!
- It's Odie.!
- [Barks]
I found you.
I'm so sorry
I got you into this mess.
Look. We kind of got off
on the wrong paw.
But, come on. You can be
really annoying sometimes.
And you don't give me
enough space.
And you're
a major-league suck-up.
But we have a common purpose.
We shareJon.
Jon needs us even more.
And I kinda
want you back home too.
So, stand back.
I almost got it.
Hurry up, Wendell.
Fortune waits for no man.
Do you think he's ready
for the audition?
Well, why don't you see for yourself.
Come on, Odie.
Ah. Good morning, New York.
I know you're gonna flip for Odie
because he sure is flipping for you.
- [Whirring]
- [Odie Yelps]
[Happy Laughing]
Ride 'em, cowboy.
- A shock collar? That's... That's inhumane.
- Tomorrow's science today.
Oh, gosh, hot doggy.
So, when does
our train leave?
Oh. Two hours.
Poor Odie.
He faces a future of torture...
neglect and degradation.
Hey, nobody gets to mistreat
my dog like that except me.
Psst.! I'll be right behind you,
little buddy.
Surf's up!
Gravity, do your thang!
Housekeeping at 12:00!
You know...
I think I had a nightmare
like this once.
Once again, my life has been saved
by the miracle of lasagna.
I said limo, not taxi.
Do you know the difference?
Odie, here I come!
Don't worry, fella.
- I'll rescue

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