GARFIELD: I can't try the door. I couldn't handle another stampede.
Hey--
(PANTING)
(GRUNTS) First thing Monday morning,
(BREATHES 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.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Hmm.
Guess we'll just...
purge the system.
(STRAINS GROANS)
-(AIR VENT HISSES)
-Oh, pardon me.
That wasn't my stomach, was it?
(AIR ROARING)
Oh, there's a cooling breeze.
Ooh! Whoa!
(GARFIELD SCREAMS)
-Whee!
-(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(MUFFLED) Ow!, my poor nose?
LIZ: Jon, stop the car.
-What?
-It's Odie.
Somebody found him.
52903 Euclid Street.
Let's go.
GARFIELD: (MUFFLED ECHOING) Odie?
Odie?
Ode.
Ode-ster?
Ode-man.
This rescue thing is exhausting.
When do heroes get to eat?
-(ODIE BARKING)
-Oh, my?
It's Odie?
(GARFIELD EXCLAIMS)
Odie.
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 share Jon.
Jon needs us even more.
And I kinda
Want you back home too.
So, stand back.
(GRUNTING)
I almost got it.
Hurry up, Wendell.
Fortune waits for no man.
Do you think he's ready for audition?
HAPPY: Well, why don't you see for yourself.
Come on, Odie.
Showtime.
Now.
Good morning, New York.
I know you're gonna flip for Odie.
Because he sure is flipping for you.
(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)
(ODIE YELPING)
(LAUGHING)
Ride 'em, cowboy.
-GARFIELD: A shock collar? That's... That's inhumane.
-Tomorrow's science today.
Oh, gosh, hot doggy.
So, when does out train leave?
Oh. Two hours.
Tickets.
Chop-chop.
Poor Odie?
He faces a future of torture...
neglect and degradation.
(ANGRILY) Hey, nobody to mistreat my dog like that except me.
Ssh.
I'll be right behind you.
Little buddy.
(WHIMPERING)
Surf's up!
Gravity, do your thang!
(GARFIELD EXCLAIMS)
(EXCLAIMING)
Housekeeping at 12:00!
(EXCLAIMS)
You know...
I think I had a nightmare like this once.
(SCREAMS)
(CRASHING)
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.
GARFIELD: I'll rescue you!
MAN: Halt!
-Gotcha!
-(GARFIELD EXCLAIMS) Huh?
Well, what leave we got here?
Looks like we got us a cat with no tags.
GARFIELD: Hey, McGillicuddy,
there's an animal felony...
happening right there behind you.
I'm trying to do some rescue work here, pal.
-(DOGS BARKING)
-GARFIELD: (IN CARRIERS) Hey!
-Welcome to my world, Red.
GARFIELD: I'm gonna call somebody about this.
-Newbie on the block.
-This is police brutality.
-Here we go.
-I have tags. I just left them in my other fur.
-In you go, big fella.
-GARFIELD: Huh?
-What is with the cage?
-Okay, lock her down.
Oh, now, this is insulting.
You know I'm house-trained.
-Gimme newspaper?
-Settle down, people.
-I oughta give you a bunch of fives.
-Back about your business.
-Rosa, I'm watching you.
-This is all a terrible mistake.
I was trying to save a friend...
that's not very smart, needed my help.
I don't belong in here.
I have an owner.
L-I'm not a stray.
-Hi, I'm Jon Abruckle.
-Hi.
Hey--
(PANTING)
(GRUNTS) First thing Monday morning,
(BREATHES 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.
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
Hmm.
Guess we'll just...
purge the system.
(STRAINS GROANS)
-(AIR VENT HISSES)
-Oh, pardon me.
That wasn't my stomach, was it?
(AIR ROARING)
Oh, there's a cooling breeze.
Ooh! Whoa!
(GARFIELD SCREAMS)
-Whee!
-(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(MUFFLED) Ow!, my poor nose?
LIZ: Jon, stop the car.
-What?
-It's Odie.
Somebody found him.
52903 Euclid Street.
Let's go.
GARFIELD: (MUFFLED ECHOING) Odie?
Odie?
Ode.
Ode-ster?
Ode-man.
This rescue thing is exhausting.
When do heroes get to eat?
-(ODIE BARKING)
-Oh, my?
It's Odie?
(GARFIELD EXCLAIMS)
Odie.
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 share Jon.
Jon needs us even more.
And I kinda
Want you back home too.
So, stand back.
(GRUNTING)
I almost got it.
Hurry up, Wendell.
Fortune waits for no man.
Do you think he's ready for audition?
HAPPY: Well, why don't you see for yourself.
Come on, Odie.
Showtime.
Now.
Good morning, New York.
I know you're gonna flip for Odie.
Because he sure is flipping for you.
(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)
(ODIE YELPING)
(LAUGHING)
Ride 'em, cowboy.
-GARFIELD: A shock collar? That's... That's inhumane.
-Tomorrow's science today.
Oh, gosh, hot doggy.
So, when does out train leave?
Oh. Two hours.
Tickets.
Chop-chop.
Poor Odie?
He faces a future of torture...
neglect and degradation.
(ANGRILY) Hey, nobody to mistreat my dog like that except me.
Ssh.
I'll be right behind you.
Little buddy.
(WHIMPERING)
Surf's up!
Gravity, do your thang!
(GARFIELD EXCLAIMS)
(EXCLAIMING)
Housekeeping at 12:00!
(EXCLAIMS)
You know...
I think I had a nightmare like this once.
(SCREAMS)
(CRASHING)
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.
GARFIELD: I'll rescue you!
MAN: Halt!
-Gotcha!
-(GARFIELD EXCLAIMS) Huh?
Well, what leave we got here?
Looks like we got us a cat with no tags.
GARFIELD: Hey, McGillicuddy,
there's an animal felony...
happening right there behind you.
I'm trying to do some rescue work here, pal.
-(DOGS BARKING)
-GARFIELD: (IN CARRIERS) Hey!
-Welcome to my world, Red.
GARFIELD: I'm gonna call somebody about this.
-Newbie on the block.
-This is police brutality.
-Here we go.
-I have tags. I just left them in my other fur.
-In you go, big fella.
-GARFIELD: Huh?
-What is with the cage?
-Okay, lock her down.
Oh, now, this is insulting.
You know I'm house-trained.
-Gimme newspaper?
-Settle down, people.
-I oughta give you a bunch of fives.
-Back about your business.
-Rosa, I'm watching you.
-This is all a terrible mistake.
I was trying to save a friend...
that's not very smart, needed my help.
I don't belong in here.
I have an owner.
L-I'm not a stray.
-Hi, I'm Jon Abruckle.
-Hi.
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