(AN: Darn writer's block! Someone should come up with a cure for it, I swear. Plus, I can never come up with endings to my stories, which is why I'm not a very good writer. With that in mind, here is the last chapter. Hope you've enjoyed the story more than I have! Although that wouldn't take very much.

Also, if there are any spelling errors, it's because my spell check has gone haywire on me and I don't know how to fix it. I type really fast, so there will probably be a lot. I apologize in advance, as there's nothing I hate more than bad spelling and/or grammar.)

The truck parked at the airport and the rescuers dashed out with the puppies. "Louisa!" Winnie called out. "Louisa! We have your puppies!"

"This is a wild goose chase," said Arlene, giving Winnie a look that clearly said 'you're a dumb mutt'. "Did you even ask her what her plane flight number was?"

"Of course I did!" snapped Winnie. "Do you think I'm stupid? She said she was leaving on a plane with serial number A-856, and that it was white with blue markings."

"And there it goes," said Garfield, watching a white plane with blue markings, number A-856, take off into the sky.

Winnie flopped down on the ground, her mouth going limp and allowing the two puppies she was carrying to find their way to her warm fur. "I've failed," she said incredulously.

"Don't say that," said Odie, whimpering audibly. "We all failed, not just you."

"Oh, that makes me feel so much better," said Winnie, giving Odie a cynical eye.

Clay and Gizmo nuzzled up against each other. "At least we tried," said Clay.

All eleven puppies had been deposited in numb shock, and Nermal was doing his best to comfort them, even though they were really too little to understand what was going on anyway. "Don't worry, cute puppies that still aren't as cute as me… we can stay and be your mothers!"

Schwartzkoff shuddered. "There is no way I am going to be any dog's mother."

Winnie was still motionless on the ground. Odie gave her a gentle nudge with his nose and whimpered slightly, the way a dog will to comfort someone.

Turning her eyes to Odie's, Winnie said sadly, "I can almost hear her sorrow… even now…"

Garfield strained his ears. "I think I can too, and it's not just me going insane… listen!"

The animals' ears all perked up simultaneously. And they began to hear it, too… it was in a different language, but still…

"That is her!" cried Arlene. "That's her voice!"

Pretty soon, it was unmistakable that Louisa was there, running up to them with boundless joy. It's hard to miss a charging St. Bernard.

"My children!" she was now saying in English. "My dear children!" She swooped them all up, including Nermal, accidentally.

"I don't understand!" cried Winnie as Nermal pried himself from the huge St. Bernard's paws. "We just saw your plane take off!"

"It turns out that there was not enough room for us on that plane," said Louisa. "We put our luggage on that one, and we will be leaving on another one in about five minutes."

"What did I say?" cried Garfield. "An annoyingly close call… and dramatic! Can I call them or what?"

Louisa's owners had finally caught up with her. "Louisa! Where did these puppies come from?"

"Humans," muttered Garfield, Odie, Winnie, Arlene, Clay, Gizmo, Schwartzkoff, Nermal, and Louisa.

"Did she just now give birth to them?" one of the humans asked.

"No, she didn't look pregnant!"

"No, she's been skinny ever since we got out of that cave!"

"But before… you know, she was kind of round!"

"Kind of round?" snapped Garfield. "Stuff eleven St. Bernards in your stomach, and you'll be kind of round too!"

"Hey, where did these animals come from?" asked another human, pointing at the travelers.

"We rescued the puppies," said Gizmo matter-of-factly.

"I bet that they rescued the puppies!" cried the first human.

"I wish humans would listen," muttered Clay.

"We should alert the media to this!" cried another human. "This is a big news story! Four dogs and four cats rescued eleven puppies from an avalanche!"

Garfield grinned, feeling his ego take hold. "Oh yes, please do! Then we'll be all over the news and be famous!"

…………

The animals were on the news. The international news, to be precise. Thus, when Garfield and Odie finally managed to trudge their way back home, Jon, instead of asking, "THERE you are! Where on earth have you been? I've been so worried about you!", he cried, "You're back! You're back! When I heard the news and saw the pictures, I immediately knew where you were, and I told everyone, and there have been well-wishers coming by with gifts, and I told them to bring Odie regular dog treats but Garfield pasta, and the newspapers have been interviewing me, and…"

Garfield covered his ears. "Is this the price one has to pay for fame?"

Odie looked at the kitchen in shock. "Look," he breathed.

The kitchen was practically overflowing with pasta… every type of pasta imaginable. Garfield took one look in the kitchen and fainted.

…………

There was so much pasta that, even two months later, Garfield still hadn't finished it all.

"For supper I'd like to have that last bit of sausage ravioli, and maybe with a side of garlic bread," Garfield ordered.

"What do you want for supper, Garfield?" Jon asked. "I bet you'd like to finish off that sausage ravioli, wouldn't you? I'll get you some of that garlic bread to go with it."

"My pet and I have reached the perfect level of understanding," said Garfield with a contented sigh.

Odie, who was chewing on one of his gift squeaky toys, suddenly perked up his ears. "I smell something familiar…"

"Of course you do," said Garfield. "It's the smell of my sausage ravioli being heated—"

"No! It's Schwartzkoff!"

Garfield sniffed. "Schwartzkoff! Are you sure? The last time I saw him was just after the rescue. And I hoped that it would be the last time, too."

"Well, I'm sure it's—"

"Garfield!" cried Schwartzkoff, bounding into the room. "Just the cat I've been looking for! I have big news!"

Garfield held up a paw. "Whatever it is, it'll have to wait until I've eaten dinner."

"But Garfield!" cried Schwartzkoff dramatically. "Arlene's just given birth to four kittens!"

"Good for her," muttered Garfield.

"But they're yours!"

"Very good for her. Now can I eat?"

Schwartzkoff blinked. "Garfield, don't you care?"

Throwing his paws up in agony, Garfield cried, "I sense a theme here! Look, it's great and all that my perfect genes are being passed down, but my supper is more important. Now, if you'll excuse me—"

"You've gotta come and just look at them!" cried Schwartzkoff, pushing Garfield towards the door.

Garfield blinked. "Uh… why?"

"Come on!" cried the Russian Blue happily. "You're their father!"

"Uh-huh," nodded Garfield. "Might I remind you that I am also a cat. And we male cats are never involved in our children's lives! You know that!"

"My dad was, the sneaky back-stabber!" cried Schwartzkoff, his eyes blazing with his insanity.

Garfield sighed. "But you, oh mentally unstable one, were born on a kitty farm."

"Well, at least come and see them!" cried Schwartzkoff. "One of them looks just like you! Well, except it's a lot smaller—"

"FINE!" cried Garfield in frustrated resignation. "I'll go and look at them, but then just let me come back and eat in peace!"

"Can do!" cried Schwartzkoff.

"I wanna come too!" cried Odie, leaping up to follow the cats.

…………

"They're back in here," said Schwartzkoff, pointing down an alley. "Hey, Arlene! I found him!"

Garfield, Odie, and Schwartzkoff rounded a corner, and there indeed was Arlene, with four healthy-sized newborn kittens suckling on her.

"There you are," said Arlene, giving Garfield a playfully annoyed look. "You know, thanks to you, these are pretty good-sized kittens. I had a heck of a time getting them out."

"I see you managed," said Garfield. "Alright, Schwartz, I saw them. Can I go back to my ravioli now?"

"Oh no you don't," said Schwartzkoff. "You're going to help name them!"

Garfield groaned. "Why do I have to… let me see them closer."

He walked up to Arlene and stared at the four kittens. Schwartzkoff had been right—one of the kittens was orange with black stripes. There was also a cream kitten with stripes, a solid orange kitten, and a solid cream kitten.

Garfield pointed to the orange striped one. "Call him Garfield Junior. The rest you can name whatever you want."

Odie chuckled. "What if that one's a girl?"

"Then call her… Garfieldetta. There. Can I go now?"

Arlene shook her head. "There's only one girl, and she's…" Suddenly, the cream striped one pulled away and meowed, seemingly just for fun. "…that one." Arlene pushed the girl back to her.

"Aah. Well then, you can call her Harriet," said Garfield. "She looks just like my mother."

"I actually want to give them all similar names, you know, like they're a theme, a set," said Arlene.

"That's easy," said Garfield, clearly growing impatient. "Call them 'Orange Stripes', 'Orange No Stripes', 'Cream Stripes', and 'Cream No Stripes'. Not only is that a theme, but you won't get them mixed up."

"What kind of theme can you have for three boys and a girl?" asked Odie.

"I don't know about the girl, but I can think of plenty for the boys," said Schwartzkoff, unsuccessfully holding back a chuckle. "Larry, Moe, and Curly come to mind. Or Groucho, Chico, and Harpo. How about Huey, Dewey, and Louie?" Schwartzkoff bit his paw to keep himself from laughing any further.

Odie grinned. "Or Bobby, Billy, and Bertie."

"Oh no!" cried Garfield emphatically. "I am not naming them after the Buddy Bears! No siree!"

Arlene grinned. "I do like the idea of having all their names start with the same letter, however."

"Like what?" asked Schwartzkoff. "Pablo, Paco, and Pedro?"

"Yes! That's it!" cried Arlene.

"You've got to be kidding me," said Garfield incredulously. "You're giving them Spanish names?"

"Why not?" asked Arlene, gazing at the kittens fondly. "They're cute names."

"What about the girl?" asked Odie. "What girl Spanish name begins with a P?"

"I think that a lot of English names, like Paula and Patricia, exist in Spanish too, they're just pronounced with an accent," said Schwartzkoff.

Arlene grinned at Garfield. "I named the boys, so you should name the girl. What do you like better, Paula or Patricia?"

"I don't like either of them," snapped Garfield. "I still want to name her Harriet."

"That doesn't begin with a P!" said Odie in a sing-song like voice.

"I'll show you P," muttered Garfield. "Fine. Call her Patricia. Then she can be known as Patti and not be confused for a Mexican immigrant."

"Alright then," said Arlene, sounding pleased. "Pablo, Paco, Pedro, and Patricia."

Garfield gave Schwartzkoff a pleading look. "May I go now, master?"

"Fine," said Schwartzkoff. "I still don't see why you'd want to leave at a time like—"

Garfield grabbed Odie's paw and pulled him out the alley and back to their house.

"Come on, Garfield, you've got to admit that this is a momentous occasion," said Odie with a grin.

"You bet it is," said Garfield, smiling. "I'm about to finish off that sausage ravioli!" As they were now at the house, he sprang through the pet door without another word.

Odie sighed and shook his head. "He's still the same old Garfield…" Odie spun around suddenly. "Hey, what was that?" He had just seen something black and skinny behind him… and there it was! "Come back here!" cried Odie, giving desperate chase to his own tail.

Watching the scene from the kitchen window, Garfield grinned. "And Odie's still the same old Odie." With that, he dove into his sausage ravioli.

THE END

Thanks for reading! I hope to get at least another Garfield fanfic up here. (I have ideas for two, actually.) So I will see you hopefully very soon!