[Soft instrumental music]
[Alarm goes off]
[Dreamy instrumental music]
[Explosion]
That depth charge was too close. Reverse engines.
Right full rudder. Ahead, one third. Heading 3-2-0.
Bring her up.
Level off at 16 feet. Up periscope.
[Alarm going off]
Bearing mark 2-0-2. Range: 1,600 yards.
Open door, Tube 1.
Fire torpedo.
Direct hit. Good work, men.
We gave that tin can the deep six. Let's surface.
[Happy instrumental music]
Morning, Pooky. Have a good night? You look rested.
Well, time to kick-start the day.
Time to wake up Jon, have some breakfast, take a nap, etcetera.
Just another ordinary, run-of-the-mill day.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Militaristic instrumental music]
GARFIELD: Garfield's coming, he's coming to town
Better not try to knock him down
Just run for cover and clear the street
'Cause if you don't, you'll be dead meat
Yeah, Garfield is coming to town
There was Jesse James and Billy the Kid
But this dude's done worse things than they ever did
Woe the poor soul who crosses his path
He'll have to suffer this gunslinger's wrath
This poor dog hasn't got a chance
He's had his last meal, and he's had his last dance
One more whimper, one more prayer
Gee, I hope he put on clean underwear
I'm gonna deep-fry this sucker
Morning, Odie. What's on your docket for the day, pal?
Yeah, me, too. What say we get some breakfast?
Okay. Let's wake up the cook.
Oh, Jon.
ANNOUNCER: And now, ladies and gentlemen, Garfield the Amazing.
[Applause]
Good morning, adoring throng. I am Garfield the Amazing...
and this is my comely assistant, Odie the Average.
[Announces own presence]
For my first trick, I'm going to perform the tablecloth thing.
[Audience oohs]
Yes, I shall now attempt to yank the tablecloth...
out from under all this stuff on the table.
[Exclaims in dread]
A drum roll, please.
Ladies and gentlemen, the world-famous tablecloth thing.
[Thudding]
- Here's your breakfast, Garfield. - It's about time.
You know, Garfield, I wish I knew what goes on in that mind of yours.
I know cats have an active fantasy life, but yours must be in Technicolor.
You'll never take me alive, you scurvy cur!
[Garfield yells]
Sigh.
I'm getting concerned, Odie.
I think my imagination is starting to run away with me.
See you later.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Garfield yells]
JON: Garfield.
Help. Save me.
- What do you think you're doing, Garfield? - I'm not sure anymore.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
Odie, I have a theory.
Yeah, it just occurred to me that this imagination thing...
may not be as dangerous as we think.
You know why? Because Jon's always there to bail us out.
Come on, we'll put this theory to a test.
[Exclaims in dread]
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
[Dreamy instrumental music]
Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain, Garfield, speaking.
Thank you for flying Inversion Layer Airlines.
Our ETA to Chicago today is 4:00.
Our altitude is 39,999 feet.
Our in-flight movie is Vertigo, and if you think that's in bad taste...
wait till you try the food.
[Laughs]
The copilot this afternoon is Odie "Crash" Bowbowski.
Say hi to the folks, Crash. Good boy.
So sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight.
And pay no attention to that engine that just exploded.
Or that one.
Crash, I have an important question to ask you.
How many engines do we have on this plane?
[Barks twice]
I was afraid of that. Well, this calls for action.
I know. Have the stewardesses pass out free drinks.
No, wait. Better yet. We'll disguise ourselves as stewardesses...
work our way to the back of the plane, and bail out.
[Exclaims in the negative]
Okay, crybaby, we'll get the passengers off first.
[Barks]
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Jazzy instrumental music]
All the passengers are safely off, Crash. Ready to bail out?
We overlooked one tiny detail, Crash.
[Barks]
We're not wearing parachutes.
Didn't you pack enough chutes for us, too?
Well, this is just great.
[Sighs]
Time to test my theory...
about Jon being there for us. Feel lucky, Crash?
[Barks affirmatively]
Then let's just do it.
[Both scream]
Garfield. Odie. [Sighs]
- You guys are crazy, you know that? - We did it.
You know what this means, Odie? We're invincible.
Come on, Odie. On to the next adventure.
Gerbils. I should have raised gerbils.
The world is filled with excitement, Odie.
If you just use your imagination, you don't even have to go find it.
It'll find you.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
Nice touch.
[Barks]
Look, Odie. The meaning of life.
[Eastern instrumental music]
[Car screeches to a halt]
[All chattering]
- Sim sala bim. - Sim sala bim.
May your children be happy and wise.
May your chewing gum never lose its flavor.
- May your camel walk straight and true. - May your socks always match.
[Laughing] What a wonderful sense of humor, Lance Sterling.
- So we meet once again, sir. - Fat Guy, so we do.
I would like you to meet my associate, Rameet.
He doesn't smoke, drink, eat, or sleep.
He's been trained in the martial arts, you know.
Judo, karate, Taekwon-Do, jujitsu...
and machete eating.
Big deal. This is my associate, Slobber Job.
He doesn't think. He's been trained in macramé, bonsai, origami...
and he's nearly housebroken.
[Barks]
[Laughs]
Most impressive, sir.
Let's cut the small talk, Fat Guy. You know why I'm here.
- Yes, I do. - And what I'm here for.
- Yes, I do. - And what I'm going to do with it.
Then would you mind refreshing my memory?
You're here to get my half of the Holy Ankh, sir.
GARFIELD: I knew that.
FAT GUY: Combined with your half of the Holy Ankh...
it will form a map to the location of the Banana of Bombay.
You see, Slobber Job, the Banana of Bombay...
was the original banana used in the old banana gag.
You remember the old banana gag?
[Chuckles]
Yes, it's the symbol of humor to free nations all around the world.
The Banana of Bombay was stolen from our country's Museum of Humor...
many years ago. If it falls into the wrong hands...
it could be the end of humor as we know it.
[Exclaims]
Our mission is to recover the Banana of Bombay...
and return it to its rightful place.
I, on the other hand, feel the Banana of Bombay belongs to the world.
I will find it first and auction it off to the highest bidding country.
You lowborn cur!
How dare you seek to profit from the Banana of Bombay?
Come, Mr. Sterling. Let us piece together our halves of the Holy Ankh...
so that we may get on with our quests.
Very well. Where is your half of the Ankh, Fat Guy?
You didn't think I'd really give you the location, did you, Fat Guy?
[Shouting]
[Fast-paced Eastern instrumental music]
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
ANNOUNCER: Attention, market shopping people.
For the next 10 minutes, we'll be giving away free flying carpets...
in Aisle 4.
[Crowd whoops]
[Seductive instrumental music]
- Who are you? - My name is Nadia.
Headquarters has sent me here to protect you.
Thanks anyway, lady, but I don't need your help.
- I have my orders. - Then take this one.
Scram. I have work to do. Come, Slobber Job.
You haven't heard the last of me yet, Lance Sterling.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
Okay, Slobber Job, let's put the pieces of this puzzle together.
You know what to do.
[Barks]
[Adventurous instrumental music]
These two halves of the Ankh will form a map...
giving us the location of the Banana of Bombay.
Interesting.
This is only part of the map.
According to this, we're to pick up another clue in Paris...
on the Left Bank, on St. Germain, I'd say.
Somewhere in the vicinity of Cafe Dufleur.
Come, mon ami. Heel.
[Exclaims in affirmation]
Do you have, how do you say, microwave lasagna?
- No, monsieur. - Very well.
Just give me the soup du jour with some extra jour on the side.
An excellent choice, monsieur.
What's your special today?
- I haven't a clue. - Clue? Did you say...
Did you hear that, Slobber Job? He said "clue."
Okay, fess up. Where's the Banana of Bombay?
I don't believe that's on our menu, monsieur.
- Would you settle for bananas Foster? - Never mind.
There has to be a clue around here somewhere, Slobber Job.
[Commotion]
[Eastern instrumental music]
Here is your soup du jour, monsieur.
Bon appétit.
Thanks, pal. Boy, that guy looks familiar.
Nadia, what are you doing here?
Protecting you, you fool.
Don't you know Fat Guy and Rameet have followed you here...
- to get the clue? - Go on...
Enjoy your soup du jour, my friend...
for there will be no tomorrow.
[Comical instrumental music]
[Eastern instrumental music]
Look, Slobber Job, there appears to be a map drawn on that awning.
This must be our clue.
Let's get out of here. And bring the map with you.
GARFIELD: I was right, Slobber Job.
See these ancient Incan hieroglyphs here in the corner?
The Banana of Bombay is located in an ancient temple...
right here on the Amazon River.
Well, pal, nothing can stop us now.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
[Birds chirping]
Well, here we are on the Amazon, Slobber Job.
This isn't exactly the friendliest neighborhood I've seen...
but not to worry. If things get too hairy...
Jon is always around to get us out of this fantasy.
Now which way do we go?
Look, Slobber Job, a sign.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
The ancient temple. Good work, Slobber Job.
Proceed with caution, my friend. These walls have eyes.
Stop, you fool. Look what would have happened.
Now stay behind me, and step where I step.
[Garfield yells]
[Odie yells]
That was kind of fun.
GARFILED: The Banana of Bombay.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
Slobber Job!
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Triumphant yell]
If you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself.
Well, great. What more could go wrong?
NADIA: This could go wrong, you stupid feline.
The Banana of Bombay is now mine.
Now that the Banana of Bombay is yours, you could at least do me the courtesy...
of telling me why you want it.
I am from Moldavia. My country is very poor, you see.
So in order to make money, we have decided to encourage tourism.
We need this banana in order to open a fruit stand.
That is the dumbest reason I've ever heard.
It's your fantasy, fat boy.
- Give me my banana. - You'll have to catch me first.
Thanks for the banana, toots. Goodbye forever.
[Eastern instrumental music]
[Scary instrumental music]
[Exclaims in surprise]
[Jazzy instrumental music]
I hope someone brought snacks.
It looks like we're going to be here for a while.
I'd say, like, forever.
[Exclaims in the negative]
What is it, Slobber Job?
[Drum rolls]
[Triumphant instrumental music]
Good work, boy!
Quick! Let's get out of here!
[Whistles]
[Chattering]
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
[Triumphant instrumental music]
[Scary instrumental music]
[Monkeys chattering]
Well, Slobber Job, old buddy...
even Lance Sterling doesn't have a way out of this one.
Slobber Job, what are you doing?
Oh, well, I guess it is just a fantasy, isn't it?
Not bad.
[Yelling]
Here you go, Nadia. Open a banana peel stand.
I knew this dream was too good to be true.
We have no choice now, Slobber Job. Here, boy, take my hand.
Boy, I hope this doesn't hurt.
Last one in is a rotten egg!
Another fantasy, Garfield?
Yeah, my last one.
I ain't never gonna have a fantasy again.
No way. No how. No, sir.
Oh, no. Not again.
[Piano playing]
Odie, I thought I told you never to play...