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[Jon] "His footsteps grew
quicker and quicker
as his fears grew.
He could almost hear the
sinister eyes watching him,
eying him, and then
the creature came forth."
[thunder]
[Jon] "He ran,
but it was too late.
He found himself staring
right into the evil image of...
Count Lasagna!
The delivery man
fled for his life
as the cat moved forward and
feasted on the lasagna and..."
[man] A cat?! Lasagna?
Wait a minute, Arbuckle.
My readers will never go
for a comic book like that.
Just listen to a little
more, Mr. Finster.
I spent a lot of time
working on this.
[Garfield] Let's see:
ham, roast beef,
eight sandwiches,
gallon of clam chowder, tuna...
[whining]
Sorry, Odie, didn't bring
enough food for you.
Arbuckle, it's late.
I've gotta get home.
Just hear a little more
of it, sir, please?
Pretty please?
[Garfield] Doesn't he
have any dignity?
[whimpering]
You want something?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
My readers want
mutants and ninjas
and ninjas and mutants.
Let me tell you a little
more of the story.
See, this is where
Count Lasagna lived,
the castle of Count Dracula.
[boss] Dracula?
[Jon] Dracula. The most feared
name across the land.
Count Lasagna was his cat.
[wolves howling]
"Dracula slept by day in his coffin, but, when the moon came out..."
Arise, Count Lasagna. Bluh. The moon is calling us forth.
[Count Lasagna protesting]
Bluh!
You are going out to prowl, Count Lasagna.
[Count Lasagna] Hey, I had a hard day's sleep. Bluh.
[Jon] "Everyone feared him,
but none more so
than the people at..."
[phone rings]
[man] Yello! Transylvania
House of Lasagna, we deliver.
Uh-huh. Two orders
with meat sauce.
Please, no!
We'll have it there
in under 30 minutes.
No! Don't send me out
there, he'll get me.
Just like he's gotten all
the other delivery men.
Come on, he's just a cat.
I'll wear a
wreath of garlic,
that's supposed
to keep them away.
Actually, he loves garlic.
Here, try this
wreath of raisins.
But... but... I
have a wife and kids.
[Jon] "For weeks
now, Count Lasagna
had spread his wave of
terror over the city.
No one was safe:
pizzerias, spaghetti takeouts,
even sidewalk macaroni vendors."
[bat screeching]
"None could avoid the
cravings of Count Lasagna."
Look into my eyes! Bluh!
Please! No! No!
I said look into my eyes.
They're very big
and hard to miss.
[bats screeching]
Give me the lasagna, bluh!
[man] Yes, Master.
[cackles]
[Jon] "The villagers were
outraged by their inability
to get any Italian food."
Hey! Hey! Let us
storm the castle
and destroy the
evil Count Lasagna!
[shouting]
[Jon] "Soon, the villagers were,
indeed, storming the castle."
[wind whistling]
Count Lasagna!
Bluh! The villagers
are storming the castle!
[Count Lasagna] The villagers
always storm the castle.
Haven't you ever seen
a monster movie? Bluh!
They are bringing a stake.
A steak? Tell them
I want it medium rare,
with some sautéed
mushrooms. Bluh!
Not that kind of stake.
Oh.
They are here.
We must flee for our
lives, Count Lasagna.
We have no lives,
but we must flee anyway.
[Jon] "They always knew it
would someday come to this,
and so they had
their escape all planned.
It looked like they
would get away,
but one of the villagers
had a fiendish idea."
I know how to capture
that Count Lasagna!
[Jon] "The villagers knew
Count Lasagna well,
knew that his bat-like
radar senses
would home in on anything
in the vicinity
that had tomato, garlic,
and more than 400 calories."
Count Lasagna! Come
back! It is a trick.
A trick!
[bat screeches]
[Jon] "That was how they
caught Count Lasagna.
The villagers put him
on a low starch diet and--"
Enough, Arbuckle.
I have heard quite enough
of this silly idea of yours.
It would make
a great comic book.
It's too far-out!
A cat that sleeps all day
and devours every bit
of lasagna in the city?
[Garfield] What's so
far-out about that?
Come on, guys, let's go.
Well, thank you for
listening, Mr. Finster.
I know I kept you late.
Don't waste my time
with any more silly
vampire stories, Arbuckle.
[chuckles]
Vampires, cats
that turn into bats.
I can't believe the nonsense
some people expect
folks to believe.
Ah, the moon is full.
[diabolical laughter]
Now, wolf people,
that makes sense!
[howls]
[laughs madly]