Garfield was sitting in a seat, lounging and kicking his feet on the messy table. He was a private eye, and a damn good one at that.

"All these easy cases, can't I get a good fat one every once and awhile?" Garfield complained.

Light was streaming through the limited windows there were, revealing dust particles. Garfield lit a cigarette. He could hear a faint sound, someone walking down a hallway, with his superior feline perception 100, and prayed to god it was that Italian pizza he ordered a few moths back. He could use a good pizza. His door suddenly swung open, ringing a bell. Looking up, there was a man, about 5 7, looking exhausted and burnt out. "Oh, it's another chore." Garfield thought to himself. And then said out loud. "God… Oh, god. Hey man,-" Garfield extended his 6th arm, and sexily shushed the stranger. "Thats sir to you." Garfield flexed his adamantine biceps, intimidating the newcomer. "Uh, … sir.-" "Speak, you degenerate baboon, i'm trying to take my smoking break." "I- i'm from the natural wonders museum. Have you been there before, sir?" The poor fool was shaking in his boots. The only problem, he didn't have boots. He had sneakers. Garfield decided to humor him. "Yes, I believe I've been there before. I quite enjoyed the diamond lasagna." Sweat rolled down the mans forehead. He took a long breath. "It's gone." Garfield scrunched up his perfect, sexy face. "Whats gone?"

… "The lasagna." Garfields adrenaline began to pour in, as he connected the dots. He thought to himself, His mind was racing. …He was getting excited. That feeling was almost alien to him these days. He was ready for the next big case. "Sir, ar- are you coming?" The man said.

….

"Let me have my lunch break."