The Emcee: YAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Today's my B-day and to kind of, sort of, celebrate it, I'm writing a story! And since yesterday was Garfield's birthday, it kinda ties into everything. So enjoy the story!
Happy Birthday, Garfield!
Wearily, Garfield peaked out of the small opening on his blanket, surveying the atmosphere around him. Groaning a little, he sat up in his bed and stretching, yawning. Looking around again, he got out of his bed and walked lazily to the kitchen. He glanced at the clock on the wall opposite him.
"Hmm...Noon already? I didn't get that much sleep," he said to himself. Yawning, he walked up to his bowl and looked down. "ARRRRRRRGGGG!" he screamed and jumped back. His bowl was empty!
"There's something seriously wrong here!" he said, heatedly. "Where is John? John! John!" he called, although he knew the human couldn't hear him.
Sighing, he fell on the table, circles under his eyes. He sighed again, staring blankly into oblivion. I'm doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. Doomed. I'm gonna starve. I'll waste away into nothing. I'll become a pile of bones. Garfield, old buddy, this is it, he thought to himself.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARFIELD!" Garfield screamed again and jumped up, claws gripping the ceiling as he stared down. John and Odie stood there, looking up at him, a cake with candles lite in John's hands.
"Come down Garfield!" John called. "It's time to make a wish!"
Garfield, seeing the cake in John's hands, let go of the ceiling immediately as fell to the ground. He hopped up onto the table and blew out the candles.
"Good boy, Garfield!" John said. Before John could cut a piece of cake, Garfield had inhaled the whole thing in one bite. "GARFIELD!"
"Take it easy on me, John. I'm a old man, after all," Garfield said. John sighed and petted the fat cat.
"Well, since it's your birthday," John said. Just then, the door bell rang. "Oh, that must be the pizza delivery guy. I'll be right back." John left and a few minutes later he came back with 5 large pizzas in his hands. He set them down on the table.
"OH BABY!" Garfield yelled and dived head first into the first pizza and, within a few mere seconds, it was gone. John could not stop the pizza onslaught, as Garfield ravaged the 4 other pizzas in no time.
"GARFIELD! You could have saved some for us!" John yelled. Garfield burped loudly, patting his stomach.
"But, it's my birthday and I'm supposed the get all the attention and food, John." Garfield got up slowly, leaning slightly as he made his way back to his bed. He collapsed on top of his blanket and belched again. "This has been the best birthday ever."
The Emcee: I LOVE YOU, GARFIELD! HAPPY 28th BIRTHDAY!