GARFIELD: EDGE OF THE WORLD
Authors note: I did this because I was bored and wanted to make a quick joke. This story starts out normal but then rapidly turns surreal, then ridiculous. You have been warned.
During the early hours of dawn, Garfield the cat was taking a nap in his cardboard box bed thing. "Why can't Jon get me an actual bed?" he thought to himself, feeling for Pookie, his favorite teddy bear. Suddenly, his head cracked up in horrific realization. Pookie… WAS GONE! Garfield instantly flew into a violent rage. "YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR JON!" he screamed. He ran into Jon's room and started clawing his owner's face. "Wha… what the…? GARFIELD!" Jon yelled, waking up. "YOU. TOOK. POOKIE. FROM. MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Garfield screeched like a bird getting strangled. Every word he said made him land another claw at Jon's face.
Jon pushed Garfield off the bed. "Bad cat!" Jon shouted, as Garfield started clawing at his leg. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" Jon started kicking at his pet, which was clinging to his leg like glue, but it was no use. Every time Jon kicked, it hurt his leg more than it hurt Garfield's face. "GET OFF ME YOU STUPID CAT!" yelled Jon. He finally managed to fling Garfield off, knocking him unconscious. Meanwhile, Odie the dog, who had awoken because of all the commotion, yapped playfully to Jon, as usual oblivious to everything.
"Does he have cat rabies or something?" asked Jon to himself, searching the computer. As he was surfing the web, Odie bounced over to Garfield and licked his face. That was what Garfield needed to wake up from his stupor. "Urgh… What happened?" he mumbled to himself. Then he saw Jon. And put 2 and 2 together to make 5. Idiot… Pookie… Stolen… Bed… Idiot… Pookie… Stolen… Bed… Idiot… Stole… Pookie… From the BED! Garfield flew into a rage again, and yowled so loud that it made Odie and Jon jump. "Oh crap…" groaned Jon. "JON YOU STOLE POOKIE! I'M GOING TO KILL YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" screeched Garfield. Jon ran out the door with Odie following behind.
"Hi I need Animal Control, my cat's gone wild! Here is the address…" Jon spoke rapidly on his mobile phone, and minutes later, a van arrived with two men holding poles with nets around them. "Thank goodness you're here!" Jon cried, running towards them as Garfield snorted after him like a charging bull. "Easy sir we'll take it from here!" said one of the men calmly. Garfield's rage affected mind put 2 and 2 together to make 5 again. "POOKIE MUST BE IN THAT VAN! THEY'RE ABOUT TO TAKE HIM AWAYYYY!" he thought rapidly. He leaped onto one of the men's shirts and tore it open like scratching the curtains. The two men swung with their poles but Garfield dodged them and started tearing at the van.
TO BE CONTINUED…