Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties Page #2

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You can stop sucking up.

"The rest of my

worldly possessions,

"my castle

and surrounding grounds,

I leave to the love of my life,

somebody who was like

a son to me..."

Thank you, Aunt Eleanor.

Oh, thank you.

Please let me finish,

Mr. Dargis.

I'm sorry. I always get

a little ahead of myself.

"I leave all my worldly possessions

to my beloved kitty,

Prince the 12th."

-That's incredible.

-Oh, my word.

Entirely without

precedent.

This is what it says.

But I'm her nephew,

her only heir.

She can't have left it all

to a cat.

I, Prince,

the new lord of the castle?

[cheering]

Good show, Lady Eleanor.

Oh, bless her heart.

Can it be?

We are delivered.

Thank you, Winston.

The will clearly states

that you may stay on

at Carlyle Castle and

receive your usual stipend

of, uh...

-Fifty pounds?!

-Upon Prince's passing,

after what we assume will

be a long and happy life,

you will receive

the castle, the land

and your title.

But that fat ball of fur

could last for another 15 years!

Let us hope so.

The castle was built

over 600 years ago

by Lord Franklin Carlyle.

Now, the initial structure

is late medieval in style...

MAN:

In the west wing, we'll put the pool and spa.

Yes, and where would

the squash courts be?

Oh, there he is!

-That's unbelievable.

-Oh, hello.

Snap your photos. Unfortunately,

I can but spare a few moments...

Hey, buddy, do you

mind stepping aside?

I can't get a good

shot of the cat.

Greetings, all.

Hello.

So glad.

So very, very glad.

May I remind you

this is private property?

Oh, relax, bro, it's not

like you own the place.

We shall see.

[quacking fanfare]

To all the royal

subjects,

I give you the new possessor

of Carlyle Castle:

Prince the 12th!

PRINCE:

To one and all,

I pledge, from this day forward,

to rule my kingdom

with wisdom and valor.

And as long as I reign,

you shall continue

to have safe haven

here on the bountiful grounds

of Carlyle.

Thank you. That is all.

ANI MALS:

Hip-hip hooray!

Long live Prince!

I think that went

frightfully well.

Don't you, Winny?

Sire, I hasten to remind you

that Lord Dargis has every

reason to get rid of you.

Oh, Winny, pooh-pooh.

I'm his favorite kitty-cat.

[grand royal theme playing]

[record needle scratches]

Hello, little Prince.

What a beautiful day

for a picnic, of course.

Oh, no, thanks, old boy.

You just run along

and enjoy yourself.

Hey! What the devil...?!

So it's hide-and-seek

you want to play.

All right,

I'll count to 100.

-[barking]

-Hello, Rommel.

...three, four, five...

...35, 36, 37, 38...

...96, 97, 98, 99, 100.

All right, fair warning.

Ready or not, here I come...

[Prince yells]

Bon voyage, Prince.

[chuckles]

Oh, dear me.

I may have misjudged

the old boy.

Perhaps he is somewhat

of a scoundrel.

After all, this is not the way

one plays hide-and-seek.

[crow cawing]

[rock music plays]

[group singing]

[singing continues]

[singing ends]

Oh, blimey.

[sighs heavily]

Will that

be all, sir?

Oh, yes, thank you.

Uh... thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, wait, wait,

wait, wait, um...

how do I look?

Lovely, sir?

No, see, I'm proposing

to my girlfriend.

She's staying

just down the hall.

I want to make sure I look...

Well, let's see now.

It needs a certain...

Ah!

May I, sir?

There we are.

-Hugh Grant.

-Great.

Uh, oh, could you deliver this

to the girl in room 407?

Of course, sir.

Oh, and, uh...

and this.

Cary Grant, sir.

[knocking]

Jon?

Hey!

But, what are you doing here?

Well, it's just Fashion Week.

Where else would I be?

This is incredible.

I cannot believe

that you're here.

So you're glad?

Glad? I'm thrilled.

But London?

I mean, did you come all

the way here just for me?

Yeah, it's nuts.

In fact, I, uh...

I want us to be together, uh...

LIZ:

Odie!

Come here!

[laughing]:

Oh, yeah.

[gasping]:

Air... water... lasagna.

Garfield?

That's the hello I get?

with a farting dog?

Ooh, you know, they have

quarantine laws here.

Don't let Odie

out of your sight.

They might deport him.

Deport Odie?

Oh, I like this country already.

Oops!

[grunts]

Okay, I'm gonna need

a litter box,

a room service menu

and the TV remote,

and in that order.

Anyone needs me,

I'll be in my office.

Where are my clothes?

Cool.

My very own cat tub.

[water splashing]

[spitting]

Gol-lee!

[cawing]

[caws echo]

NIGEL [echoes]:

Got it.

Could have just come down

and told me that, couldn't he?

All right. Listen up! Listen up!

Farmyard news flash!

I've got some good news

and some bad news.

Which would you

like to hear first?

ANI MALS:

The bad news.

Lord Dargis just threw

Prince in the river.

[concerned exclamations]

Okay, give me the good news.

He was

in a lovely picnic basket.

[animals exclaiming]

If he throws us in the river,

we'll never 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.

WI NSTON:

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.

-[animals laugh]

-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.

[traffic passing]

[Liz laughing]

I want to do something

more cultural.

Okay, all right...

You're cold.

[barking]

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.

-[squeaking]

We take a walk

through Hyde Park...

Excuse me? We "walk"?!

Then we stroll down

the incredibly cultural

Piccadilly.

[laughs]

"Stroll"?

And then, boom

Carnaby Street.

Aren't we about 40 years

too late for Carnaby Street?

[British accent]:

No, luv.

That's where

all the swingin' birds are.

Oh. Well, then we

are definitely

going to the British

Museum.

[gags]

Any cuter, I'm gonna need

a barf bag.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing?

-I'm security, pal.

-[Odie barks]

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.

[barks]

Okay, Odie,

I'll give you one small clue.

It's not in there!

Prince!

[sighs]

Where is that cat?

Prince!

Prince!

Prince!

Prince!

[gunshot]

Prince!

Pull!

[gunshot]

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!

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