Garfield: The Search for Pooky- Part 2
Garfield the cat slammed the front door behind as he walked down the front yard's walkway. The pavement was almost too hot to walk on but that didn't stop Garfield. He was on a mission to retrieve Pooky and nothing could stop him now. He looked both ways before crossing the street...nothing. Garfield walked across the street and began to walk down to the bus stop. He waited behind an old woman and when the huge gray bus came to a stop, Garfield hid behind the old woman's bags and snuck onto the bus.
The ride was long and tedious. Garfield wondered if it would ever end. It was hot that day but as he looked out of the window he noticed the clouds darkening. It wasn't a good sign, not for a cat anyway. Garfield laid his head back onto the seat and just as he fell asleep the bus came to a screeching halt. It threw Garfield to the floor of the bus with a loud FOOMP! He peeled himself off the floor and said to himself, "What else should I expect from a Monday?"
The cat sneaked off the bus in the same manner he got on with. He walked out of the bus and looked up...it was more amazing that he realized. Garfield was in New York City. His eyes were full of wonder, but there wasn't time for that...there was no telling where Pooky could be and how much time Garfield had left to find him. The fat cat started down the street but got lost in the crowd. He got thrown from the group and fell into Central Park, he rolled through a flock of pigeons and fortunately was able to stop himself before he fell into the lake. Garfield sat in a moment of silence and awe as he looked around the huge park and said, "Wow! I can't believe I'm in New York City!", then he fell into a more solemn tone, " I've never been this far from my litter box before."
Garfield the cat slammed the front door behind as he walked down the front yard's walkway. The pavement was almost too hot to walk on but that didn't stop Garfield. He was on a mission to retrieve Pooky and nothing could stop him now. He looked both ways before crossing the street...nothing. Garfield walked across the street and began to walk down to the bus stop. He waited behind an old woman and when the huge gray bus came to a stop, Garfield hid behind the old woman's bags and snuck onto the bus.
The ride was long and tedious. Garfield wondered if it would ever end. It was hot that day but as he looked out of the window he noticed the clouds darkening. It wasn't a good sign, not for a cat anyway. Garfield laid his head back onto the seat and just as he fell asleep the bus came to a screeching halt. It threw Garfield to the floor of the bus with a loud FOOMP! He peeled himself off the floor and said to himself, "What else should I expect from a Monday?"
The cat sneaked off the bus in the same manner he got on with. He walked out of the bus and looked up...it was more amazing that he realized. Garfield was in New York City. His eyes were full of wonder, but there wasn't time for that...there was no telling where Pooky could be and how much time Garfield had left to find him. The fat cat started down the street but got lost in the crowd. He got thrown from the group and fell into Central Park, he rolled through a flock of pigeons and fortunately was able to stop himself before he fell into the lake. Garfield sat in a moment of silence and awe as he looked around the huge park and said, "Wow! I can't believe I'm in New York City!", then he fell into a more solemn tone, " I've never been this far from my litter box before."