Garfield:
Holy cow. I could hear my footsteps. Mom... Dad... I'm home.
Winston:
Your highness!
Garfield:
You're talking to me, froggy?
Winston:
It's me, your trusty servant, Winston.
Garfield:
Hey...
[shows off some fighting moves]
Garfield:
Warning, I don't fight fair. I scratch, and I bite.
Winston:
It's alright, sire. All is well now, your home.
Garfield:
Home? A retirement home, a happy home? So what is this... is this an insane asylum? Am I being kidnapped?
Winston:
Ha, ha, ha. Very funny, sire. Your loyal subjects await you. They need to be comforted by your word.
Garfield:
Hey... trust me, windbag. There's no way I'm gonna give a speech to a bunch of deranged...
Winston:
And then of course, following your words, a royal feast.
Garfield:
[interested]
I think I'm just gonna do a tight two minutes, see if that will calm 'em down, okay?
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