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(The episode opens above Jon’s neighborhood. Inside the house, Garfield reads his to-do list for the morning)
Garfield: Wake up: did it. Claw the drapes: did it. Eat breakfast: did it three times. (He exits the house through the front pet door with a notepad in his paw) Kick puppy off the table: did it FOUR times. Let’s see what’s next. Nap! (He looks at his lawn chair in the front yard) That’s perfect. (He hops in his chair) Jon should be Yawn! bringing me my lunch soon. I’ll just sit me a little sleepy time. (He nods off, resting his head on his right arm and dropping the notepad on the ground. He snores loudly as Jon brings him his lunch: a sandwich)
Jon: Here’s your lunch, Garfield. (He sees his cat snoozing) Oh, he’ll find it when he wakes up. (He sets the plate down on the ground for his cat and heads inside. Garfield puts his paws on his stomach as he sleeps)
(Across the street, the mad scientist Nathan points a laser outside his upstairs window at Garfield. He shoots it at Garfield, causing him to shrink, unbeknownst to Garfield)
Nathan: Evil laughter
Garfield: Yawn Oh, what a great dream, and with marinara sauce, no less. (He looks around him) Where's Jon with that lunch? (He gets up and walks off the edge of the chair) YAAAAHHH! (He falls and goes splat on the ground, leaving him a little discombobulated) Oh. Oh. (He rubs and shakes his head) Huh? (He sees the sandwich, which–to him–looks king-sized and shines from a spotlight pointed at it) Laugh Finally, Jon has learned the RIGHT size to make a sandwich. (He runs over to it. He is just barely taller than the sub, but it nowhere near as wide. He bites it, since he’s too small to fit it into his jaw. He talks with his mouth full) This is gonna take more than one bite! Chewing noises (As he indulges, a pigeon lands on the other side of Garfield’s sub) Hey, bird, find your own incredibly large sandwich. Chewing noises (He stops chewing and looks up, suddenly realizing how big the pigeon really is. He leaps back in surprise) Huh! A giant pigeon!
Pigeon: Coos (More of them fly around, attracted by the food on the ground)
Garfield: And another! And another! (He backs away) Giant pigeons are attacking! This is terrible, (He addresses the audience for a moment and holds up one finger) especially if you’re a statue in the park. (The birds flock around Garfield’s sub and peck at it. Garfield runs up, trying to intervene) Hey, that’s my incredibly large sandwich! (He waves his arms to get the birds’ attention, and it works. Some of them stop and stare) Find your own incredibly large sandwich! (A record scratches as all the pigeons stop and glare menacingly at Garfield. The latter quickly realizes the hunter has become the hunted)
Pigeons: Coo
Garfield: Gasp! (His ears sag, and he gives some advice to the viewers) I just violated a basic rule of safety: never anger a pigeon larger than you are. (He takes off toward the other side of the yard) YAAHHH! AAAAAAHHHHHHH! (One of the pigeons flies over him) Help! HEEEEELP! YAA-HA-HA! (For a second, the camera provides a first-person view from Garfield’s perspective. He runs across the sidewalk toward his pooch pal Odie, who is casually trotting next to the fence with his tongue dangling from his mouth) AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Nervous chuckle (He runs beside Odie) Help! Giant pigeons! Pigeons that are way too big! Help! Help! (He trips and falls, causing the pup to stop, retract his tongue and glance at him)
Odie: Huh? (Garfield looks around frantically)
Garfield: I need a place to hide! Huh? (He notices Odie towering over him)
Odie: Huh? Sniff sniff. (He lowers his head, looking closer at the Tiny Garfield, who cowers from Odie)
Garfield: Like I didn't have enough problems, now I’ve got an incredibly large Odie. (He steps back)
Odie: Pants (Garfield turns toward the sky, remembering the reason he needs to hide)
Garfield: Gasp. YAAAAHH! (He points at the pigeons soaring above. Odie looks up at them, too) AHHHH! (He turns to the pup with a look that pleads “Help me!”) Quick, Odie! (He grabs Odie’s nose) Hide me! (Thinking fast, Odie uses his tongue to slurp up his feline friend)
Odie: Slurp! (Garfield’s tail hangs out of Odie’s mouth. A pigeon lands next to him, and he plays it casually) Hums (He smiles at the bird, and then sees the tabby’s tail) Huh? (He slucks that too into his mouth, like Garfield does with spaghetti) Slurp. (After saving his friend, Odie trots inside through the front pet door)
Garfield: (from inside Odie’s mouth) Thanks, Odie! By the way, you could really use a mint. (The pigeons continue to flap around the front, presumably polishing off the sandwich that Garfield couldn’t finish)
(Inside the kitchen, Squeak the Mouse does some organizing inside his mouse hole)
Squeak: Cheddar goes over here, camembert over here, (He walks to a box with a triangular prism of Swiss cheese) I'll put this Swiss in this box full of holes. (He slides it in when he hears something outside his door)
Odie: Muffled muttering (Odie’s grunts resemble the sound of choking. Squeak walks over to address his housemate)
Squeak: Hi, Odie.
Odie: Mutter
Squeak: (continuing) I was just doing a little cheese sorting. You have something in your mouth?
Odie: (muffled) Uh-huh. (He nods, affirming the mouse’s question)
Squeak: Wait, let me guess, a doggy toy?
Odie: Mm-mm. (He shakes his head no)
Squeak: One of Jon’s slippers?
Odie: Mm-mm. (He shakes his head again, this time faster)
Squeak: OK, I give up. (He walks outside his mouse house) What is it? (Odie opens his mouth. Garfield slides down Odie’s tongue and lands on his rear on the floor) Garfield! (Odie retracts his tongue) That would’ve been my next guess. (Garfield gets up)
Garfield: Squeak! You’ve grown too! You’re my size!
Squeak: (while shaking his head) No, you’re MY size! (Indeed, the two friends are roughly the same height, though Squeak has the advantage in that category)
Garfield: Oh, yeah I guess so. What happened to me? (He pats his tummy) Must be all those diets Jon keeps putting me on. They all kicked in at once!
Squeak: Snickers I don’t think that’s it.
Odie: (to Garfield) Bark!
Garfield: Scoff
(The trio heads outside. Odie holds open the front pet door for Garfield and Squeak, who stand on the porch)
Odie: Mutters Over there! (It’s decipherable, somewhat)
Garfield: What is it, boy? (Odie gestures with his head in front of him)
Squeak: Across the street, from that house.
Odie: (agreeing) Uh-huh! (They look at the pink house across the street. A bird lands on the birdbath in the yard in front of them. A blue laser gets shot from the house and zaps the birdbath, shrinking it just like it did Garfield)
Squeak: You think that blue light has anything to do with your downsizing? (Garfield jumps on the welcome mat)
Garfield: Sure looks that way. C’mon! I gotta find out what that blue light is and how to undo it! (He runs forward, his friends are right behind)
Squeak: Garfield, wait!
Odie: Bark!
Squeak: Getting across streets isn’t so easy when you’re OUR size. (All three of them–Garfield, Odie and Squeak–stop just before reaching the street)
Garfield: Hey, I know how to cross a street. (He looks both ways. Seeing his opportunity, he leaps forward into it) Grunt! Pants (He keeps his head on a swivel, determined to get to the bottom of the blue light mystery, but screeches to a stop when he sees a red jeep approaching) Yowl! (Behind him, another car rolls up, albeit in the opposite lane. The petrified pussycat’s leg trembles) Gasp! No! (He puts his paw up in self-defense) Stop! (He leaps out of the way just in time. Despite his near-death experience, he scowls at the jeep) Hey, watch it, watch it! (Only now does he see the car behind him drive up) Oh! (He slides out of the way. As the car passes, it causes Garfield to twirl on his toes) I’m walking here! (Another car speeds by. Garfield avoids it, and is once again sent spinning on his toes) Where’s a crossing guard when you need one? (He hears the sound of another car) Gasp! YAAAAAHHHHH! (He leaps out of the way and is spun around again) YAAAAHHHHH! (He flips and dodges more and more cars) Whimpers (He is now stuck in between the two lanes of surprisingly hectic traffic. He puts his head down and covers it with his paws, bracing for the worst) YAAAAAAAHHHHH! (On the sidewalk, Odie watches with Squeak on his back like a jockey to a horse. The pup seems determined to save his best friend’s life, again) DAAAAHHHHHH! (That is, until he sees a large trash truck coming toward Garfield)
Odie: Huh? (Odie stares, but stands motionless. Luckily, Squeak is there to get him motivated)
Squeak: We gotta save him! Hi-yo, Odie! (Odie rears back and kicks his front paws like a horse)
Odie: Ta-da! (He even makes a sound like a horse before bounding into the street) Wow! (By this point, most of the traffic had passed and the only thing left was the garbage truck. Garfield looks up at it)
Garfield: Huh? Doh! (He stands frozen with fear) YAAAAAHHHHHHHH! (In the nick of time, Odie runs by, and Squeak reaches down and grabs Garfield’s paw, lifting him out of danger)
Odie: Wow! (He bounces onto the neighbor’s yard and–due to his momentum–kicks his back legs forward, launching his passengers through the air) Huh?
Garfield: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Squeak: Not good! (They both land in a grass patch in the yard) Ow! (Both seem to be unharmed, if only a little dazed. Garfield, having not yet forgotten his goal, stands up quickly, ready to reverse what was done to him)
Garfield: OK, now. (Squeak, who is still lying on his stomach, shakes his head to regain his composure) I have to get into that house and find out what that weird blue light was! (The rodent gets up)
Squeak: Easier said than done.
Garfield: Gasp! (The cat and mouse look up at the tall order in front of them. Garfield ponders his options when Odie runs up to them, panting and wagging his tail) OK, how am I gonna get in there? (As he thinks, the trio of animals hears the sound of a horn honking and turn toward its source)
Odie: Huh? (On the street is Vito’s delivery truck, and it’s rolling up to the pink house)
Garfield: It’s Vito making a delivery here! (The chef opens his truck and retrieves the box of Italian goodness. He lifts the lid)
Vito: Aha, my greatest creation: Vito’s lasagna! Michelangelo, eat your heart out! (His phone rings, and he quickly answers) Vito here! (He puts the lasagna down so he can close the doors of the truck) Ah, yes, Mrs. Batchagaloop, (Unbeknownst to him, Garfield runs up to the box) I will be delivering your large pepperoni in 10 minutes!
Garfield: Pants Chuckle (He talks lovingly to the box) I would gladly stay this small if all lasagna could stay this big! (He jumps on the rim and gets inside)
Vito: Don’t worry, Mrs. Batchagaloop. (Garfield peeks his head out from inside the box and then hides back inside) I just have to deliver one to the house I am in front of. Ciao! (He hangs up and puts the phone in his back pocket. He then grabs the box, with Garfield still inside, closes the lid and carries it toward Nathan’s house)
Garfield: (inside the box) Chewing noises From now on when Jon orders a large, I’m expecting THIS! (Nearby, Odie and Squeak watch nervously)
Odie: Whimpers (Vito rings the doorbell offscreen)
Squeak: (pointing) He’s delivering the order with Garfield in it! (Nathan’s mon opens the door and greets the chef)
Vito: So, is your son still making with the, uh, the inventions? (He hands the box to Nathan’s mother, who takes it)
Nathan’s Mother: Oh yes he is. Gasp! Thank you very much, Vito!
Vito: Prego! (Nathan’s mom turns around and calls for her son)
Nathan’s Mother: Oh, Nathan dear! Lunch has arrived! (The camera pans through the ceiling and floor to the upstairs, where Nathan, in full mad scientist gear, works on his inventions)
Nathan: In a minute, mother! (A spider crawls up on the table next to him. Nathan talks to his pet) After lunch, Maxwell, I’m gonna try to use my size altering ray to make something bigger! (The spider looks at it)
(Downstairs, the Nathan’s mother opens the box of lasagna)
Nathan’s Mother: Gasp! Oh this looks so gooood! I got lasagna with meat sauce and ricotta cheese and spinach and a pussycat…
Garfield: Chuckle (He is shown sitting on top of the lasagna)
Nathan’s Mother: and parmes- Gasp! Oh my goodness! (Garfield grins nervously and blinks. Taken aback, Nathan’s mother quickly closes the lid and runs over to her phone to call Vito. Garfield pulls himself up on the box’s edge and looks outside)
Garfield: Wha-?
Nathan’s Mother: Hello, Vito? Vito, I did NOT order a pussycat in my lasagna! (A slight pause occurs as the other end of this phone conversation cannot be heard. The camera pans to the open box in the kitchen and the Tiny Tabby inside) That’s right! I said “pussycat”!
Garfield: Grunts (He lifts himself out and hops down to the table. He runs over to the stairs, which–considering his size–is a long distance) Pants (For a second, the camera shows Garfield’s perspective as he hustles to the foot of the stairs and looks up. Despite the uphill battle in front of him, he is still determined to get to the bottom of this) I’ve gotta find whatever made that blue light. (He starts climbing the stairs by jumping and grabbing the first one, but Nathan stomping downstairs causes him to evacuate the area) YAAAAAHHHHHHH! (He hides in front of the stairs avoiding the boy)
(In the living room, Nathan’s mother is still on the phone with Vito)
Nathan’s Mother: What do you mean there’s no extra charge for the pussycat? (Her son walks up to her)
(Meanwhile, Garfield is busy scaling the stairs. He clings to the edge of the second-to-last step, and pulls his foot and body up with him)
Garfield: Strains It came from upstairs! (He now has one more stair. He climbs it and goes toward one of the windows) The light came from this side of the house! (Above and behind him, Maxwell the Spider winds himself down on a thread of web. He lands with a thud behind Garfield, who hears it and stops to ask the viewers a question) Do you hear four sets of footsteps? (He glances behind him and sees the spider. which–for comparison–is as big as he is) YAAAAHHHH! (Terrified, he races away as Maxwell pounces on where he was) It’s not fair! (The spider chases the cat under a table. Garfield avoids another lunging attempt from Maxwell) He has four times as many legs as I do! YAAAAAAHHHHHHH! (The chase goes around the room. Garfield looks behind him as he sprints around the shrink ray, and under a table) Pants YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! (Under another table, between gas tanks, and back around they go) Pants Whimpers Nyow! (Garfield screeches to a halt in front of the wall. He turns around and looks to his left and right before speaking to Maxwell) You know, (His pupils get his and his ears sag) I'd like to apologize for any spiders I may have swatted over the years. (His legs tremble as he pleads to the spider. He kneels in front of him) This is it! I am so doomed! (He covers his head and braces for the worst, but Nathan picks Maxwell up before the latter can attack)
Nathan: Don’t hurt him, Maxwell. He’s the cat from across the street. (He walks over to his invention) I tested my size-altering ray on him and it worked! Now I wanna see if it’ll make something larger! (He sets his pet on the table, who scurries to the other side) But what should I test it on?
Garfield: Me, me, me, me, me! (He gets up from his knees and jumps around, hoping to get Nathan’s attention) Volunteer! Yoo-hoo! Hello! Here! (He tries the cute cat technique) Meow! (His pupils get big and he clasps his paws together. Nathan doesn’t notice the fat cat, but seeing the Italian food in his hand gives him an idea)
Nathan: I know! I’ll see if I can enlarge my lunch! (He sets the plate on the table in front of the shrink ray) Then, I'll have a huge lasagna! (He stands over it and wiggles his fingers)
(The sound of a huge lasagna gives Garfield pause for a second)
Garfield: Sigh. (He taps his finger against his chin) A huge lasagna. What a great idea. (His focus returns to the task at hand) Wait a minute, (He taps his finger in his palm) I need to focus on getting myself (He flexes) back to my old size! (He looks up at the shrink ray, which gives him an idea)
(Nathan, meanwhile, is rubbing his gloved hands together greedily. He looks at the shrink ray, then back to his lasagna, pushes his glasses back and prepares his gadget)
Nathan: I’ll adjust the dial from “shrink” to “enlarge”. (He presses a button and makes the necessary adjustments. Garfield, seeing the opportunity, hops on the machine’s wheel, the stool next to the table and then secludes himself inside the lasagna, and he does so without Nathan knowing)
Garfield: Pants (The boy scientist finishes tweaking his machine)
Nathan: Maxwell, where’d the kitty cat go? (The spider scurries over to where Garfield was and looks around) Never mind. He can’t get away. OK, here we go! (He grabs the handles and wiggles his fingers. He presses a button and a pink light shoots from the machine enlarging the lasagna) Wow! That’s a giant-sized lasagna! (He lifts his invention. Garfield then emerges from the lasagna covered in sauce)
Garfield: And a normal-sized me!
Nathan: (angrily) You think you’re clever, cat? Well I'll shrink you again! (He grabs the machine handles again and powers it up. Garfield, who is now out of the lasagna and–aside from the inside of his ears, his eyes, mouth, and toes–coated in sauce, acts quickly)
Garfield: Oh! Hey no! Ah! (He grabs the tray the lasagna was resting on and uses it as a shield) What’s it-? (He closes his eyes and braces for impact. Once Nathan fires, the ray bounces back at him and he and the machine are downsized) Ooh, I’d better get outta here! (He drops the tray on the table and bolts, but not before sampling the lasagna that now goes up to his waist) Mm! (He addresses the audience) Couldn't resist! (He licks his lips and zips away)
Nathan: No! Now my machine’s so small! It’ll take MONTHS to generate enough enlarging power to put me back to my original size! (His mom walks in)
Nathan’s Mother: Oh, Nathan, now you’ve gone and shrunk yourself! Well, I guess it’s better than the time you turned the house into an interplanetary space cruiser.
(Later that day, Garfield–who is now cleaned of tomato goo–and Odie sit at the table as Jon feeds them something resembling French toast sticks)
Jon: Here’s your dinner, guys! (He sets a plate down at the table) Hope you like it!
Odie: Whimper
Garfield: Heh. (He seems a bit down. He taps his fingers on the table and Squeak hops out from behind him onto the knife handle and the table itself)
Squeak: Nice to have you back to your old size, Garf.
Odie: Right!
Garfield: (flatly) Yeah, uh, thanks for the help, Squeak.
Squeak: Something on your mind, Garfield?
Garfield: Hey, a guy can dream, can’t he? Laughs (He closes his eyes and then looks vaguely out into the distance. He imagines himself at Vito’s with Nathan’s size-altering ray) Laughs (He enlarges a pizza, a sub sandwich, and finally a lasagna, grinning and laughing all the way. He turns around and gives the audience a wink before the episode comes to an end)
THE END