Welcome to "Truth is Stranger Than Fiction Theater". - The following story you are about to see is absolutely true. - Except, of course, for the stuff we made up to make it more interesting. I love television.
The brownie troop strikes again. - Z - - pant pant pant pant - I'm trying to take a nap. Odie. Now scram! pant pant pan - YAWN pant pant pant pant - SLOSH! - I don't know whether to scream or buy a boat.
You know, we're both getting pretty porky lately, Garfield. Oink oink - I think we should diet together. Diet together by yourself. - After all, "misery loves company". Is your family coming for a visit?
Hey, carp face, remember the reptile? That dance we used to do on the floor? What a hoot! Let's do it! - * Yeah, let's do the reptile ** The ** Rep-rep-rep-rep-reptile. - I can't get up. Neither can I- And they say you can't go back.
Hey, how about that weather? Reckon it'll rain, I suppose...if not, it won't...nope...nope. - Relay, Jon. I guess I am a little chatty, aren't I? I'll quiet down. - Plus, I just ran out of subject matter.
Did you know you can harm planty by talking to them? - Observe. Then I got into stamp collecting. I liked to stick them to my forehead... - I had red ones, and green ones, and blue ones, and pink ones... Not a pretty sight.
Look at this, Garfield! "Challenge your intellect! Discover the creative you! Meet vital stimulating people!" - I'm gonna do it, Garfield! - I'm gonna take a pottery class! The Leonardo da Vinci Academy of Pottery?
I don't know why you're insisting on coming to pottery class with me, Garfield. I wouldn't miss this for the world. - I want to see these "vital and stimulating peaople" the ad in the paper promised. - Are these the students or the pots?
Hi there, I'm Jon Arbuckle, this is my first night in pottery class, what are you making? - A MAN! It doesn't look much like a man. - Well, whatever it is, it's a darn sight better than my fourth husband, Waldo! Poor Waldo.
Would you go out with me, Kimmy? Don't do it, Jon! There's something strange about her. - That would be nice! GREAT! We cats have a sixth sense about these things. - We'll do dinner. plus, she's making a pile of clay eyebrows.
ho-wee! These shoes are tight! So! Kimmy...tell me... - Rats! I can't get this shoe off. You say you were raised by wolves? - Reckon I'll have to gnaw this leg off at the knee. LET ME HELP WITH THE SHOE!
Well, I suppose we'll have to get ANOTHER Christmas tree, Garfield, since you destroyed the first one. Put it out of its misery, is more like it. - Hey! This looks like a good place! - Honest Frosty's USED TREES Jon, Jon, Jon.