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Garfield In: Forget Me Not
In the backyard of the Arbuckle residence, a fat orange cat can be seen lying peacefully in the warm, freshly cut grass.
"Ahhhh...This is the life." Garfield said. "I've got my own full-time cook who can provide me with the food I can eat, a dog whom I can torment whenever I want, and I gotta hand it to Jon, he knows how to make one hell of a lawn."
Grateful for how much of a good and lazy life he's got, the cat lets out a huge relaxing sigh. "I love being me."
Inside the house, Jon takes a freshly baked pie out of the oven and places it on an open window sill.
"Odie!" Jon whistles for his dog. "Here boy!"
*ARF* *ARF* Odie happily approaches his owner.
"Odie, I need you to guard this pie. Make sure you-know-who doesn't get to it." Jon instructed.
*ARF* Odie salutes to his master and does as he is told.
Back outside, Garfield's nose catches the delightful scent of the freshly baked dessert which luminated across the backyard.
"Pie. *Sniff* *Sniff* I smell pie." Garfield follows the scent and spots the pie lying still on the window sill.
"Oh glorious, wonderful, delicious pie! I must have it!" The cat attempts to reach the pie, but can't seem to reach it with his small hands.
"Nothing's gonna stand in my way between me and that pie!" Garfield declares.
Back inside, Odie remains guarding the pie as instructed. He notices a pair of orange hands attempting to climb onto the window sill.
"Almost there!" The cat struggles to hold onto the sill and he pulls himself up to the sill.
"Come to papa!" Garfield grabs the pie, licking his tongue in delight.
*GRRRR* Odie growls as he grabs the pie and pulls it away from Garfield.
"Back off, Odie! This delicious pie is all mine!" Garfield determinedly shouts.
As the two struggle for the pie, Garfield manages to snatch it from Odie's grasp, but then accidentally slips off the window sill...
*BAM*
...and slams headfirst to the ground.
*AROOOOO* Odie cries for help.
"What is it, Odie!?" Jon asks, running to the kitchen.
The panicking dog poins frantically to the window, where the owner spots his unconscious cat, severely bleeding from his head.
"GARFIELD!" Jon panics as he and Odie rush out the door.
"GARFIELD! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!? SPEAK TO ME!" Jon frantically shouts.
"Aunty Em, Aunty Em, is that you? Are we still in Kansas?" Garfield responds, completely dazed from his nasty fall, before passing out from blood loss.
"Oh, no!" Jon panics, carefully picking up Garfield. "We've got to get him to the vet immediately!" He tells Odie as they ran to the car as quickly as they could and immediately start driving to the vet.
"Ohhhhhhh." The cat struggles to open his eyes, his ears ringing loudly.
"He's waking up!" A muffled voice is heard, sounding relieved.
"W-Where am I?" He asks himself, his sight slowly returning to him.
"Garfield, you're awake!" The cat fully regains consciousness. He observes his surroundings, and finds himself in what appears to be a veterinarian's office.
"Garfield? Who's Garfield?" He asks, confused by the two humans staring at him.
*ARF* Odie hops onto the table and happily licks Garfield.
"What a swell looking dog." The cat said, not recognizing the strange canine standing beside him. "Put 'er there." He gladly offers his hand.
*HUH!?* Odie stepped back, confused as to why his friend doesn't recognize him.
"Don't be shy, little doggie. I'm not gonna kick you off the table." Garfield happily assures him.
*MMM* *MMM* *MMM* The dog whimpers to his owner.
"What's going on with him, doc? Why doesn't he recognize Odie?" Jon asks the veterinarian.
"It appears that the head trauma has given him amnesia." Liz said, diagnosing his condition.
"AMNESIA!?" Jon panics. "You mean he doesn't remember anything!?"
"I'm afraid so." Liz sadly replies, gently stroking the injured cat.
"Well, is there anything you can do to help him get his memory back?" Jon asks.
"His memories should naturally come back to him as he recovers from his injury. I advise that you keep him safe and indoors until he fully recovers." Liz said.
"Well, that should be easy for someone as lazy as Garfield." Jon said.
"Excuse me, kind lady, but are you sure I'm not due for my shots?" Garfield politely asks, holding a needle.
Upon returning home, Jon and Odie sit at the kitchen table pondering on what to do regarding Garfield's condition.
*MMM* *MMM* *MMM* Odie whimpers, his eyes welling in tears.
"I know this is hard for both of us, Odie, but the doctor said that Garfield should get his memory back as he heals." Jon said, comfortingly rubbing his dog's back. "But for now, we have to do all we can to help jog his memories and remind him of who he is."
*ARF* Odie barks in agreement.
"Alright Odie, I have an idea. You stay right here on the edge of the table, I'll get Garfield." Jon said, getting up from the table and heading to the living room.
"Wow, I'm so overweight." Garfield ponders, rubbing his rather huge stomach. "I better go on a diet."
"Garfield!" The owner shouts for his cat.
"Why does he keep calling me that?" The cat asks, pondering as to who this "Garfield" stranger is.
"I need your help, Garfield!" Jon said, gesturing to the cat to follow him.
"My help? Absolutely!" Garfield rushes over to the kitchen. "What do you need help with?" He asks.
"Look, Odie's on the edge of that table." Jon points to the dog sitting still on the edge of the table. "I need your help to get him off the table. You think you could do that?"
"Say no more, citizen! I know what I must do!" Garfield said in a heroic tone.
"It's working." Jon quietly said to himself. "Kicking Odie off the table is one of Garfield's favorite pastimes."
Garfield climbs onto the table and steadily approaches Odie. As the dog braces himself to be kicked off the table, the cat instead gently grabs him and safely carries him off the table.
"You shouldn't be standing near the edge like that, little puppy. You could've gotten yourself hurt." Garfield said, putting him down safely on the ground.
"The dog is safely off the table." Garfield informs his owner. "If you need any further assistance, please don't hesitate to ask." He said before leaving the kitchen.
"Well, that could've gone better." Jon said.
Garfield takes a good long look at himself from the bathroom mirror, still unsure about who he is or where he came from.
"Amnesia is weird." The cat said to himself. "Everyone keeps referring to me as Garfield, but I know nothing about him. He's like a total stranger to me."
Then, a sudden thought struck him.
"Maybe this Garfield kid was a hero! That's gotta be it! Why else did that kind gentleman ask me to save that puppy from the table!?" He thought. "I know what I have to do!"
The cat runs out of the bathroom. He searches the living room for anything heroic he could wear, eventually stumbling upon his blue blanket.
"This'll have to do." Garfield wraps the blanket around him as if it were a cape, and strikes a superhero pose.
"Look out, world! Here comes The Caped Avenger!"