As Jyn hastily rushes her way upstairs to Scarif's Communications Tower, Garfield and Josh follow her with sprinting speed of walrus thanks to a particular hero who loves Oprah. Jyn runs up to the seemingly endless rows of stairs to climb so she can download the plans to the Rebellion. She finishes the final flight of steps, looking down to see if the two protagonists had caught up to her. Surprisingly, the handsome and obese heroes were nowhere in sight. Jyn smugged in smuggly fashion like doucheface as she turned to the catwalk leading to the communication tower hub. "Hey rodent, you look like you're going somewhere." called a familiar, silky voice in the thick ocean fog down the bridge. Affirming her fears, the weary, jigglying Josh steps out of the fog with his cool shades on his face. Jyn stands confused as Josh continues to stare at her with heroic presence.
"Uhh...do you know you're naked or?" Jyn points out at the mass that coats the boy from San Diego.

Josh stares down at his mashed potato body and shrieks like banshee getting enema. "GARFIELD! You could see me this entire time?!"

"Unfortunately, yes", Garfield answers as he steps out of the fogs as well, feeling this was the right badass moment to do so.

"Garfield?! How in the meaningless character development were you able to get up here before me?"

"I took the stairs like you, Star Dunce." Garfield says with suave jokester attitude.

Josh then winds up his masterful karate chop onto Jyn's neck but sadly misses his target as he falls onto the floor, giving the female a chance to make her way outside. Jyn leaps over the rounded obstacle while Garfield watches, waiting to plan his attack as he lets her go towards the tower hub. Jyn rushes towards the console as she rapidly starts typing getting the Death Star plans downloaded.

"Wait a second Jyn. Think about what you're doing!" Garfield pretends to be emotional moment with Jyn's womanly feelings. "Think about your father…. Think about your uncle...Bail Organa."
"Senator Organa isn't my uncle you fool, everybody knows that...Right?" Jyn said with self-doubt.

"You're wrong, because I showed a picture of him holding you in his arms when you were a little rabbit." Garfield explains stalling time as Josh worms his way over, hoping his cloaking technology can help him in this time of need. He begins making his way over to the now defenseless Jyn, stealthily scuttling over to the Death Star Plans.

"This…. this isn't right, you're LYING to me Garfield!" Jyn angrily screeches out.

"You calling me a liar?" Garfield says.

"Well I ain't callin' you a truther!" yells Jyn.

"Hey that's my line!" Josh protests in large defiance but quickly slaps his mouth with idiocy from his mistake. Jyn unholsters her blaster pistol, firing it into the fat one's ribcage. Josh's entire world spins around him with shades of black, darkening with each lap. He's becoming woozy, rolling over onto Garfield's manly boots of masculinity, leaving trails of blood against his graciously erect legs. "Garfield…GARFIELD!" whimpers the quivering Josh Nichols in dying voice. "Hug me Brotha!" He desperately holds onto garfield with little life that is left. His grip loosens, slipping off the burly feline.
"Sorry, Hometown Buffet," Garfield places his massive boot on the side of Josh's greasy side, "I don't roll that way." Garfield gives him a slight push and Josh plunges his way down to the boot covered sands, impacting a minor earthquake to the planet as Josh is now one with the force. Garfield kisses his rosary as he gives a silent prayer to his fallen comrade.

"Hasta la vista Josh Nichols from, Dan Schneider's Drake and Josh: the series on Nickelodeon."

Jyn points her gun at Garfield, "Funny thing about shooting your friends. I was the one that shot Nermal! I killed him to slow you down knowing you'll always leave death in your wake. Everything that you do will lead to everyone you know suffering by your hand. You are alone Garfield and always will be. You sexy cat."

Garfield stares into the abyss below. Everything up to this point was at the cost of his closest compatriots. He slowly closes his eyes and shakes his head with grief. He knows he'll have to say something to her soon. Garfield opens his shimmering green eyes as he turns his stoic, godly-created beauty of a face to look at the antagonizing Jyn. This was it. Here are the final moments to share one last piece of sage old advice to anyone who will answer his question.

"Who's Nermal?" Garfield says with confusion.

"AMAKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Garfield and Jyn look up to the sky, hearing a distant but loud echo. Suddenly, they see a bright meteor streaking through. It reveals non-other than Jon Arbuckle into their view, screaming in space. Like a powerful missile, Jon manages to punch a hole right through Scarif's orbital shields like a rocket. But he wasn't done as his flaming fist was aiming at Jyn Erso. Jon forces a roundhouse kick in the air into Jyn's ugly, bucktooth face causing her head to turn 1,800 degrees like an owl, spinning its head like crazy while choking on rat teeth. Her body flings backwards into the wall, popping out the freshly oven baked Death Star Plans into Garfield's hands. Jyn's lifeless body slumps to the floor and slips on the river of deceased grease off the catwalk into a wet unmarked grave. Garfield takes a deep breath off the steaming, fresh plans. "You know," Garfield says with relaxed sigh, "they just don't make plans like they use to."

"No time for jokes Garfield. You're lucky I got here in time to help you." Said Jon with convenience.

"Oh yeah Jon, how'd your date go?" Garfield said.

"I don't wanna talk about it Garfield."

"Considering you came early, I take it that it was down in the dumps, just like your choice in women." Garfield banters with banter.

"Alright Garfield, you have the plans. Upload them to the Rebels so you can take the credit for your mission and win the bet." Jon eagerly says.

"Not just yet…I still have some 'plans' of my own." Said Garfield as he looks over to Jon.
"What are you scheming up now, Garfield?" Jon says with worry.

"Thought you would never ask. See, I'm going to use the one thing the Rebels need to help me find something I have been searching for a long time."

"You mean-"

"Of course, Jon, you idiot. What do you think I was talking about?" Garfield takes out a map and splays it on the bridge floor, "Now I'm going to say my extremely long and complicated plan to escape the tower and get back to the ship." Garfield then takes out a communicator, "but first, I gotta call an old friend with pasta benefits."

Meanwhile, above the planet, hovers an ominous sphere with a dented bowl like grey toilet, targeting upon the planet. Inside the giant moon-like sphere, a fearful but old Imperial officer looks through a bird's eye view projection of the battlefield, a young naval officer slowly approaches him with caution. "Grand Moff Tarkin, sir. We're receiving an emergency transmission from Scarif." says the officer.

"Not him again." replies Tarkin in annoyance as he changes channels on his projector. "Krennic, what do you want this time?"

"Gawfield stole my Death Star Pwans! WAAAAHHH! WAAAAAH!" cries Krennic in baby monitor. "Grand Mommy, I want my pwans back NOW!" screams Krennic in baby monitor.

"Garfield…." Tarkin takes a step back as his face suddenly turns into fear knowing who that luscious name belongs to. "No... he can't be."

"He is Grand Mommy! I need those pwans back PWEASE! WAAAAH! WAAAAH!" cries Krennic with baby-like-childness.

Grand Moff Tarkin looks over to his officer, "Terminate this transmission and get me a battlefield zoom on that blasted cat! Now!"

"Y-yes sir!" the officer quickly shuts off the ear-splitting crying to show a communications tower and orange dot on the side.

"Officer, zoom in on that orange object," Tarkin orders with order hoping to not see what he thinks it is. The image gets closer but it still resembles the quality of McDonald's tacos. "I'm not loving this, officer. Keep zooming!" Tarkin pleads as the nail biting tension reaches an all-time high as the zoomed picture comes into focus. What is shown would shock any man, it made half the crew who even glanced at the screen to faint in horror. Tarkin almost succumbed to passing out himself if it weren't for his years of training and iron grip will to save him at the last second. It was Garfield alright and he was . .
"By the Emperor sir…" the lowly officer struggled to say like a bird caught in a plastic container, "What are we going to do…. with beauty such as that?!"

"Fire when ready…"

"I'm sorry sir?"

"You may fire when ready, Officer."

"But sir...our own men are still stuck down there-"

"Must I repeat myself?"

"... Understood sir…."