Garfield: It's that time of year again
Garfield: When my animal instincts send me into the wild to forage for food
Garfield: And the girl scouts start carrying cookies
Garfield: Come on, girl scout. Come to Garfield
Girl scout: Eeeek!
Garfield: (b-b-b-b-b)
Garfield: Darn. I was hoping for chocolate chip
Girl scout: Hey, mister. Your cat ate all my girl scout cookies
Jon: How do you know it was my cat who ate your cookies?
Girl scout: Twelve boxes' worth?
Jon: That's my cat
Garfield: O-o-o-o
Jon: I'm very disappointed in you, Garfield
Jon: I can't believe you mugged a girl scout for her cookies
Garfield: So cancel my good conduct medal
Jon: In one ear, and out the other
Garfield: Oh goody. Here come more girl scouts with more cookies!
Garfield: Rats!
Garfield: They have a den mother riding point
Garfield: Here comes another girl scout. Watch this
Girl scout: Beat it, cat! (bonk!)
Garfield: Whatever happened to “sugar 'n' spice 'n' everything nice”?
Odie: (SLURP!)
Garfield: Yuk
Garfield: Look, Odie... Me cat, you dog, we fight. That's the order of things
Garfield: Understand?
Odie: (SLURP!)
Garfield: The jungle cat awakes with a voracious appetite
Garfield: He instinctively sets out to slay some breakfast
Garfield: That wasn't very pretty, but it's all part of the food chain
Garfield: The alley cat scrounges for food
Garfield: He pokes his head into a promising garbage can
Garfield: PEEEYEWWW!
Garfield: The wild cat stalks the environs in search of prey
Garfield: He attack a helpless chicken
Garfield: A big, big, only semi-helpless chicken
Garfield: The farm cat sets out to patrol his property
Garfield: He happens upon a plot of fresh catnip
Garfield: And wakes up the next morning in Atlantic City with a Barbie doll
Garfield: The actor cat is being filmed escaping from the enemy
Garfield: He must leap off a cliff to complete the escape
Garfield: Which of course, is done by a stunt dog
Garfield: The house cat has a busy schedule
Garfield: What with sharpening claws
Garfield: And seeing his owner off on a big night
Garfield: (poke, poke, poke)
Garfield: (poke, poke, poke) I'm hungry
Jon: Garfield, you know how I hate it when you poke me
Garfield: (poke, poke, poke)
Garfield: (poke, poke, poke, poke) Then feed me
Garfield: (POKE! POKE! POKE! POKE! POKE! POKE!)
Lyman: It's things like that, that make me glad I'm a dog owner
Odie: (poke) I'm hungry
Jon: What would you like for your birthday, Garfield?
Garfield: Another nine lives
Jon: How about a ball of yarn?
Garfield: How about not?
Jon: What if I keep you in kitty sweaters?
Garfield: What if I keep you in stitches?
