(AN: Hey there! I'm Commander, and--(is attacked) Hey, wait! I know, it's annoying how I always have to introduce myself at the beginning of every story… blame spending too long in the Fairly Oddparents section.
I have a good reason for doing this, though. This story follows the first Garfield fanfic I wrote eons ago. If you haven't read it, then you don't need to. All you need to know is that Odie got captured by this evil laboratory, they made him smarter, then Garfield and Odie saved the rest of the animals there and became heroes. There. Now we shall never speak of that horrid fanfic again. (shudders) But yeah, that's why Odie can talk in this fic. Don't worry, though, he's still Odie.
Also, this story is rated PG-13 because of an upcoming chapter… heh. Hopefully I won't go into too much detail… heh again.
Enjoy my latest fanfic! (I should finish my other fanfics I'm working on first. Oh well.))
"No, I don't wanna…"
Garfield stirred in his sleep and reluctantly opened his eyes. "YAAH!" he screamed in fear, suddenly leaping up and clinging to the ceiling. He hadn't expected a huge pair of eyes to be the first thing that he saw!
Catching his breath, he managed to yell, "Odie! You scared the kitty litter out of me--"
Odie was clutching a ball in his mouth, although this didn't affect his ability to speak, since animals communicate with loud thoughts. "C'mon Garfield, let's play fetch!"
"Let me get off the ceiling first, dummy," muttered Garfield. "However I do that…"
Slowly, he lifted his right front paw from the ceiling. Then his left.
"Whoa!" he cried, for he was now hanging by his back legs. "Well, here goes…"
He released both back legs at the same time, falling with a yell back on his bed.
"So, now do you wanna?" cried Odie, totally unfazed.
Garfield grabbed Odie's nose and yanked his face towards his in one rapid movement. "I have more important things to do, Bimbo the Wonder Dog. Like nurse my wounds."
"Oh… well… maybe later!" Odie trotted from the room happily, his small tail wagging behind him.
"Dumb mutt," muttered Garfield. "Apparently, the only 'smart' thing he can do is talk." He stretched out painfully (thanks not only to his fall, but from his old age) and laid back down in his bed.
"It's impossible to sleep when one is in so much pain," he lamented to himself. "Which means I might as well have breakfast." He stood up and made his way towards the kitchen.
WHOOSH! A strange dog suddenly ran in through the pet door and into the kitchen. Garfield blinked. "What the-"
"Excuse me, but are you 'Odie'?" Garfield heard the unexpected dog ask.
"Uh, yeah… are you here to play ball with me?"
"No. We at International Rescue Dogs--IRD--need your help!"
Garfield rolled his eyes. "Oh please," he muttered. "You'd have more luck asking a porch chair."
"What's that?" Odie could be heard asking.
"It's a group of dogs around the world who help others in need. Usually we help other dogs, but sometimes we help humans… and sometimes, ghastly as it may sound, we even help cats."
Garfield growled.
"What do you mean by help?"
The strange dog's voice sounded annoyed. "We're the IRD, you know. While we are qualified to assist in any way necessary, we usually go on rescue missions! Which is what we need you for, Odie!"
Odie sounded confused. "Why do you need me?"
"Because," said the other dog, "we've heard of your legendary feat! How you saved hundreds of poor animals and brought down an evil organization single-pawed!"
"That does it," said Garfield suddenly. He burst into the kitchen unexpectedly.
"Look here, mister IRD," he yelled to the surprised rescue dog, "Odie had some help in that little adventure! Specifically, mine! In fact, I did most of the work, Odie just tagged along for the ride!"
Odie scowled. "That's not true, Garfield! Don't try to take all the glory! It was about fifty fifty!"
The dog, who Garfield could finally identify as a black lab, huffed haughtily. "Be that as it may, we are rescue DOGS, not rescue CATS." He turned back to Odie. "Recently, some explorers and their St. Bernard, Louisa, were climbing one of the Swiss Alps. They were trapped in an avalanche, but some humans rescued them. Unbeknownst to all of them, whilst they were trapped Louisa gave birth to eleven puppies."
"She was pregnant with eleven puppies?" cried Garfield. "How could they not notice that?"
"You know humans, they're appallingly stupid," said the lab. "Anyway, Louisa is terrified. Her puppies are stuck there, she's trying to tell the humans but they won't listen--you know how humans can be in these cases--and even though she says that they did have some food stored in there, they are just puppies, the food will soon run out, and there are predators up there. So, Odie, that's where you come in. You--and you have been assigned a partner, too, if you accept--will go to the Swiss Alps and rescue Louisa's puppies."
"Lemme get this straight," said Garfield before Odie could say anything. "You want Odie, who has about the same IQ as a ceramic pot, to go to Europe and rescue eleven St. Bernard puppies--who I'm guessing are bigger than even I am--from an avalanche?"
The lab nodded. "If you want to look at it that way, then yes."
Garfield laughed. "There's no way Odie would ever do that!"
"Actually," said Odie, finally getting a chance to speak, "I think I'll do it."
"WHAT?" cried Garfield.
"Hey, I can't just sit here and do nothing when poor little puppies are stuck on some mountain!" said Odie bravely. "Besides, he did say I'd have a partner."
"Thank you, Odie," said the lab, shaking his paw and handing him a sheet of paper. "Here's your meeting place with your partner. Be there in two hours. You don't have any time to lose." With that, the dog bounded out of the kitchen and out of the pet door and was gone as quickly as he had come.
"Odie, you're the stupidest dog I've ever met!" cried Garfield. He thought for a moment. "Not like this is news to me. But still, going to rescue a bunch of European dogs from… WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?"
Odie gave Garfield a confused look. "Uh, Garfield…I just remembered I can't read! I don't know where I'm supposed to go!"
Garfield rolled his eyes. "Give me that paper," he muttered, looking at it. "At least I can read."
"Thanks, Garfield!" said Odie happily. "You're a great friend. So, where am I supposed to go?"
Garfield grinned mysteriously. "I'm not telling."
"Garfield!" cried Odie angrily. "This isn't funny! You heard that dog, this is urgent!"
"I won't tell, but I'll show you," said Garfield. "Because I'm coming with you!"
Odie blinked. "Huh? Why do you care about lost puppies?"
"I don't care one bit," admitted Garfield. "But there's no way that you're going to get all the glory for this. I'M going to get all the glory!"
"I should have known," mumbled Odie.
"But hey, there's no rush," said Garfield. "This address is in town, and we don't have to be there for nearly two hours. Let's get some food packed for our trip!" With that, Garfield swung open the door to the fridge.
Odie moaned. "Aah, man! What have I gotten myself in to?"
I have a good reason for doing this, though. This story follows the first Garfield fanfic I wrote eons ago. If you haven't read it, then you don't need to. All you need to know is that Odie got captured by this evil laboratory, they made him smarter, then Garfield and Odie saved the rest of the animals there and became heroes. There. Now we shall never speak of that horrid fanfic again. (shudders) But yeah, that's why Odie can talk in this fic. Don't worry, though, he's still Odie.
Also, this story is rated PG-13 because of an upcoming chapter… heh. Hopefully I won't go into too much detail… heh again.
Enjoy my latest fanfic! (I should finish my other fanfics I'm working on first. Oh well.))
"No, I don't wanna…"
Garfield stirred in his sleep and reluctantly opened his eyes. "YAAH!" he screamed in fear, suddenly leaping up and clinging to the ceiling. He hadn't expected a huge pair of eyes to be the first thing that he saw!
Catching his breath, he managed to yell, "Odie! You scared the kitty litter out of me--"
Odie was clutching a ball in his mouth, although this didn't affect his ability to speak, since animals communicate with loud thoughts. "C'mon Garfield, let's play fetch!"
"Let me get off the ceiling first, dummy," muttered Garfield. "However I do that…"
Slowly, he lifted his right front paw from the ceiling. Then his left.
"Whoa!" he cried, for he was now hanging by his back legs. "Well, here goes…"
He released both back legs at the same time, falling with a yell back on his bed.
"So, now do you wanna?" cried Odie, totally unfazed.
Garfield grabbed Odie's nose and yanked his face towards his in one rapid movement. "I have more important things to do, Bimbo the Wonder Dog. Like nurse my wounds."
"Oh… well… maybe later!" Odie trotted from the room happily, his small tail wagging behind him.
"Dumb mutt," muttered Garfield. "Apparently, the only 'smart' thing he can do is talk." He stretched out painfully (thanks not only to his fall, but from his old age) and laid back down in his bed.
"It's impossible to sleep when one is in so much pain," he lamented to himself. "Which means I might as well have breakfast." He stood up and made his way towards the kitchen.
WHOOSH! A strange dog suddenly ran in through the pet door and into the kitchen. Garfield blinked. "What the-"
"Excuse me, but are you 'Odie'?" Garfield heard the unexpected dog ask.
"Uh, yeah… are you here to play ball with me?"
"No. We at International Rescue Dogs--IRD--need your help!"
Garfield rolled his eyes. "Oh please," he muttered. "You'd have more luck asking a porch chair."
"What's that?" Odie could be heard asking.
"It's a group of dogs around the world who help others in need. Usually we help other dogs, but sometimes we help humans… and sometimes, ghastly as it may sound, we even help cats."
Garfield growled.
"What do you mean by help?"
The strange dog's voice sounded annoyed. "We're the IRD, you know. While we are qualified to assist in any way necessary, we usually go on rescue missions! Which is what we need you for, Odie!"
Odie sounded confused. "Why do you need me?"
"Because," said the other dog, "we've heard of your legendary feat! How you saved hundreds of poor animals and brought down an evil organization single-pawed!"
"That does it," said Garfield suddenly. He burst into the kitchen unexpectedly.
"Look here, mister IRD," he yelled to the surprised rescue dog, "Odie had some help in that little adventure! Specifically, mine! In fact, I did most of the work, Odie just tagged along for the ride!"
Odie scowled. "That's not true, Garfield! Don't try to take all the glory! It was about fifty fifty!"
The dog, who Garfield could finally identify as a black lab, huffed haughtily. "Be that as it may, we are rescue DOGS, not rescue CATS." He turned back to Odie. "Recently, some explorers and their St. Bernard, Louisa, were climbing one of the Swiss Alps. They were trapped in an avalanche, but some humans rescued them. Unbeknownst to all of them, whilst they were trapped Louisa gave birth to eleven puppies."
"She was pregnant with eleven puppies?" cried Garfield. "How could they not notice that?"
"You know humans, they're appallingly stupid," said the lab. "Anyway, Louisa is terrified. Her puppies are stuck there, she's trying to tell the humans but they won't listen--you know how humans can be in these cases--and even though she says that they did have some food stored in there, they are just puppies, the food will soon run out, and there are predators up there. So, Odie, that's where you come in. You--and you have been assigned a partner, too, if you accept--will go to the Swiss Alps and rescue Louisa's puppies."
"Lemme get this straight," said Garfield before Odie could say anything. "You want Odie, who has about the same IQ as a ceramic pot, to go to Europe and rescue eleven St. Bernard puppies--who I'm guessing are bigger than even I am--from an avalanche?"
The lab nodded. "If you want to look at it that way, then yes."
Garfield laughed. "There's no way Odie would ever do that!"
"Actually," said Odie, finally getting a chance to speak, "I think I'll do it."
"WHAT?" cried Garfield.
"Hey, I can't just sit here and do nothing when poor little puppies are stuck on some mountain!" said Odie bravely. "Besides, he did say I'd have a partner."
"Thank you, Odie," said the lab, shaking his paw and handing him a sheet of paper. "Here's your meeting place with your partner. Be there in two hours. You don't have any time to lose." With that, the dog bounded out of the kitchen and out of the pet door and was gone as quickly as he had come.
"Odie, you're the stupidest dog I've ever met!" cried Garfield. He thought for a moment. "Not like this is news to me. But still, going to rescue a bunch of European dogs from… WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?"
Odie gave Garfield a confused look. "Uh, Garfield…I just remembered I can't read! I don't know where I'm supposed to go!"
Garfield rolled his eyes. "Give me that paper," he muttered, looking at it. "At least I can read."
"Thanks, Garfield!" said Odie happily. "You're a great friend. So, where am I supposed to go?"
Garfield grinned mysteriously. "I'm not telling."
"Garfield!" cried Odie angrily. "This isn't funny! You heard that dog, this is urgent!"
"I won't tell, but I'll show you," said Garfield. "Because I'm coming with you!"
Odie blinked. "Huh? Why do you care about lost puppies?"
"I don't care one bit," admitted Garfield. "But there's no way that you're going to get all the glory for this. I'M going to get all the glory!"
"I should have known," mumbled Odie.
"But hey, there's no rush," said Garfield. "This address is in town, and we don't have to be there for nearly two hours. Let's get some food packed for our trip!" With that, Garfield swung open the door to the fridge.
Odie moaned. "Aah, man! What have I gotten myself in to?"