Winston:
Oyez, oyez. Prince XII has returned.
[ducks trumpet]
Garfield:
Thank you windbag, for that flobbering introduction. Hello, everybody!
[animals look in astonishment]
Garfield:
Hey, listen up...
[flicks Winston's nose]
Garfield:
is this an audience or a landscape? Okay, great to be back here at the palace. I look out, I see a sea of... of dumb barnyard animals. I'm here in your country to break up a romance between the guy who owns the house I live in and a girl who's way out of his league. I know that whatever it is that you have, there's some sort of affliction that produces this glazed look behind your eyes. I hope you defeat it. Wish I could take everybody home with me. Thank you.
[walks away]
Garfield:
I killed.
Winston:
Very funny, sire. Well done.
Nigel:
I didn't realize it was amateur hour.
Eenie:
What's up with Prince?
Christophe:
Oh, he's on the catnip again.
I, Claudius:
Hold on, chaps! Have I got news for you!
McBunny:
What's the word, Claudius?
I, Claudius:
Dargis is going to bulldoze the barnyard and feed us to the tourists!
Nigel:
Let him try. He'll have to deal with these fists of fury first, wouldn't he?
[animals complain]
Winston:
Calm yourselves, everyone. We're alright as long as Prince is alive.
McBunny:
Well, obviously, that feline is not Prince, you idiots!
Preston:
He's not even a cat formerly known as Prince.
[animals argue]
Winston:
Wait, he doesn't have to be Prince. He just has to look like him. If he fooled me, he'll fool them.
McBunny:
But what's to stop Dargis from getting rid of this cat too?
Winston:
McBunny's right. We must protect this cat at all costs. Our fates rely on it.
