Mondays
Monday, the first day of the week, the day most people hate, but no one hates it more then Garfield and your about to find out why.
Jon: Garfield, Garfield, come on wake up its breakfast time. Jon puts Garfield's breakfast near his bed.
Garfield: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
clock hits 9 am, "BBBRRRIINNGGG".
Garfield: SMACK! Apparently Garfield wasn't looking because instead of hitting the clock, cat food splattered across the room.
Garfield: (sigh) hhhelllloooo Monday. Garfield gets up and walks to the kitchen.
Jon: Good morning Garfield.
Garfield pours a cup of coffee, "HA, nine in the morning and I'm already being absorbed by bad luck on this cursed Monday, believe me I'm not having a good morning". Garfield takes a sip of coffee, suddenly forgetting that its super hot.
Garfield: AAAARRRRGGGGGG
Garfield runs across the table and trips, flying face first into Odie's dog food dish. SPLAT!
Jon: and whoever said cats always land on their feet. (laughing)
Garfield: ggrrrrr Garfield walks out of the kitchen.
Garfield: well so far I've been completely embarrassed, it cant get any worse.
Jon: Garfield go get the paper.
Garfield: yeah, yeah ill go get it. Garfield walks out the door.
Rumble, Rumble (thunder clouds in the distance)
Dogs: BARK! BARK! ggrrroowll
Garfield: BACK! BACK! YOU MUTTS!
lightning: BOOOOM! CRACK! zzzzzzzzztt (Garfield being struck by lightning)
HONK! HONNK! Scccccrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeechhh
Garfield: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
Garfield comes back in the house Garfield: its not here yet!
(newspaper comes flying by) KONK! SPLAT!
Garfield: this is going to be a lonnngg day.