Salesman: Hehehe, that's right! This lovely yogurt sorter is yours absolutely free! With no obligation on your part, call this number now!
Jon Arbuckle: Gee, I don't have a yogurt sorter... Say, I wonder if this is some sort of cheap gimmick to trick me into buying something.
Salesman: And remember, this is not some sort of cheap gimmick to trick you into buying something.
Jon Arbuckle: Oh well, in that case...
Garfield: Odie, all morning since we left the house, I've had a strange feeling. It's like I'm somewhere I shouldn't be. Everything seems so strange. [A realistic cat and dog walk past Garfield and Odie.] Oh no! Is it possible? It can't be! Come on! [Garfield spots a television in a shop window playing Garfield and Friends] Look Odie! Garfield and Friends is on TV here! Don't you realize what this means? You and I... We're in the wrong cartoon! (Odie gasps)
Jon Arbuckle: I thought there was no obligation.
Salesman: No obligation.
Jon Arbuckle: Oh good.
Salesman: Except that you listen to a short three-hour sales pitch presentation about purchasing a condominium in Siberia.
Garfield: Oh no! A sleazy salesman has Jon in his clutches! Jon, don't sign anything!
Ultra: What is it, Mesmer? Another attack by the dreaded cyber creatures of Xanthor?
Mesmer: Worse than that, I'm afraid.
Ultra: How horrifying!
Mesmer: It has an insatiable appetite and is prone to prolonged periods of daily hibernation.
Curdman: Whatever it is, we must stop it.
Mesmer: Then let the power squad go into action!
Mesmer: All systems ready, Creature?
Creature: Ready, Mesmer.
Jon Arbuckle: I'm not sure I want to buy a condominium igloo. A whole house made of ice?
Salesman: Hey, it's cost-efficient! Instead of repainting every year, you just defrost your walls!
Garfield: Odie, we've got to get home and stop Jon from getting cheated out of money he could be spending on feeding me!
Civilian It's- It's the power squad!
Mesmer: It's the Power Squad, including me: Mesmer, wielder of the atomic-powered eye-beams!
Ultra: And me: Ultra, the strongest woman on the face of this planet!
Creature: And Creature, sensitive but ruthless soul trapped in inhuman form.
Curdman: And me: Curdman, with the power to control all forms of cottage cheese.
Garfield: Cottage cheese?
Curdman: Well, all the good superpowers were already taken.
Mesmer: You are from the parallel worlds of Xanthor and Vorg?
Garfield: No, no, no, no, I'm from Garfield and Friends, and I think-.
- [Tentacled-aliens appear from a portal in the sky.]
Ultra: The tentacled lords of Xanthor!
Mesmer: Power squad, to the attack!
Creature: They too strong for us!
Ultra: Even my ultra strength cannot defeat them!
Mesmer: They're invulnerable to my atomic eye-beams even!
Curdman: If only there was cottage cheese around, I'd show them!
Garfield: Relax, I know how to get rid of all this overgrown calamari. Hey Mr. Artist, can I borrow an eraser? [The artist hands Garfield a pencil.] Stand back lady, or you might get rubbed out. [Garfield rubs out the alien.]
Mesmer: The Xanthor raiders are fleeing back into their inter-dimensional space warp.
Garfield: [rubbing out the alien portal.] So much for the "whatever-you-call-it". See? They were only lines on paper like us. Thanks, Mr. Artist.
Mesmer: We are the new breed of superheroes. Tortured, alienated. We bicker a lot.
Ultra: We do not bicker.
Mesmer: Yes, we do.
Creature: We super strong, but humans fear us.
Curdman: They fear all of you! But they laugh at Curdman... controlling cottage cheese... Every year, I get laughed out of the superhero Christmas party!
Garfield: Listen, I can teach you how to be lovable and popular, just like me! First, we get rid of those clown suits, then we put you on a diet of lasagna and pizza.
Salesman: Yeah, just sign right here, mr. Arbuckle!
Jon Arbuckle: Well, I guess ninety-nine payments a week of ninety-nine dollars for ninety-nine years is a fair price.
Garfield: Oh no, Jon's about to sign away his life and my next fifty meals! I'll teach you to be lovable later. First, you got to help me to get home, back to my own cartoon.
Mesmer: But I don't know how we can do that.
Garfield: Oh come on, you're superheroes! You always come up with some impossible gimmick at the last minute!
Ultra: What about using the molecular trans-channel animation transmogrifier?
Mesmer: Sounds a little crazy but it just might work. Everyone, into the squad cruiser!
Garfield: Can we step off at the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle cartoon and pick up some pizza?
Salesman: Whoa, you're already six months behind in your payments!
Jon Arbuckle: Six months!?
Garfield: We're too late!
Salesman: Here's your free yogurt sorter, all full of yogurt and ready to start sorting!
Garfield: Curdman, these powers you have to control cottage cheese, do they work on yogurt?
Curdman: I-I don't know, but I'll try.
Salesman: Help! I'm being attacked by yogurt! Help! Help! It's draggin' me down to where the fruit is at the bottom!
Jon Arbuckle: Give me back that contract and I'll have my cat eat the yogurt, or, or something.
Garfield: Ick, I hope I don't have to eat yogurt.
Salesman: I'm not gonna cancel the deal and you can't make me!
Ultra: Will you cancel your deal with our friend, "Garfield's Owner" or not?
Creature: How about it?
Ultra: Yeah, yeah, sure! Say, here's his contract!
Mesmer: In that case, I'll blast you out of your yogurt prison.
Salesman: Help! Let me out of here! Help!
Jon Arbuckle: I don't know who you all are, but thanks.
Garfield: Boy, you guys are good. Your old comics must be worth a lot of money.
Curdman: You gave me new respect for my powers, Garfield!
Ultra: We all owe you so very much.
Mesmer: We must return to our own style of animation.
Garfield: So long! Remember what I taught you about being lovable and throwing more pies on your show!
Jon Arbuckle: Boy, wouldn't it be neat to be on one of those superhero cartoons? "Atomic Arbuckle": At your service! [Odie brings Garfield the "molecular trans-channel animation transmogrifier".] Why, if any androids came from any other dimensions, I'd send 'em back where they came from, and I'd-, [Aliens appear.] I-, I-! Let me outta here! Help! Help!
Garfield: Come on, Odie. Let's go inside and read comic books.