Disclaimer: Garfield and all related characters are the property of Paws Inc. and ViacomCBS/Nickelodeon at the time of this story's creation.


Chapter 4: Thanksgiving Nightmare!

"Garfield."

"H-Huh? Who's there!?" The cat groggily opens his eyes and gazes around the barely lit living room.

"Hmm. Doesn't look like anyone's here. Oh well." Garfield shrugs it off and falls back to sleep.

"Garfield."

"What!? Who's there!?" He springs out of bed.

"It's me, Garfield."

"Is that you, Jon!? Come out and show your sorry self!" The cat said, demanding an answer.

"Don't you recognize me, pal?"

"That doesn't sound like Jon." Garfield said, now shivering in fear. "Stop playing games with me! Where are you!?"

"I'm over here, Garfield."

The shaking cat turns his head around and sees...a cooked turkey walking towards him!

"Hey, buddy." The turkey said to him.

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" Garfield screams at the top of his lungs and hides behind a chair.

"Either this is a dream sequence, or science has gone too far." Garfield said to the reader, freaking out from what he's seeing.

"C'mon, Garfield. Don't you at least want to taste me?" The turkey asked.

"Oh, I do, but I can't! I've been put on a diet!" Garfield explains.

"Well, that's just too bad, Garfield. I just know how much you want to indulge yourself in my tasty, juicy, delectable body." The turkey urges, causing Garfield to drool a fountain of water out of his mouth.

"No! I can't do it!" Garfield said, struggling not to devour the living cooked bird.

"Well, if you insist on not eating us, then we'll just have to eat you!" The turkey proclaims in a demonic voice.

One by one, living pizzas, milk cartons, potatoes, cakes, celery, pies, and all sorts of food slowly approach the frightened cat.

"Garfield" "Garfield" "Garfield" The demonic voices chanted.

"HELP! SOMEBODY! GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Garfield pulls on the doorknob with all his strength, but the door remains shut.

"Garfield" "Garfield" "Garfield" The voices continued chanting.

"KEEP AWAY FROM ME!"

"Garfield"

"NO!"

"Garfield"

"NOOOO!"

"Garfield"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The cat screams for his life as the living food approaches Garfield and proceed to devour his remains piece by piece.


"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Garfield screams at the top of his lungs. He breathes heavily as he finds himself alive and well in his bed.

"What a nightmare!" Garfield said to himself, sighing in relief that it was all just a bad dream sequence.

"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" The cat leaps out of his bed and makes a run straight to the kitchen. He gets to the refrigerator as fast as he could, and pulls on the fridge door with all his might.

"Why won't this damn fridge open!?" Garfield shouts as he struggles to open the fridge. Upon inspecting the fridge, he notices that the fridge has been padlocked.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Jon asked, walking towards the perplexed cat.

"Jon! Did you do this!?" Garfield angrily demanded.

"Yes, I did." Jon said. "I knew you wouldn't stick to your diet, so I locked the fridge tight, and only I can open it." He further explained, twirling the key in his hands.

"ARRGH! No fair!" Garfield stomps the ground in pure rage.

"Well, here. Here's some food for all your troubles." Jon hands Garfield another half of a lettuce.

"For me? Why, thank you, Jon." Garfield said in the most sarcastic way possible. "Why not serve me a bowl of dirty dishwater while you're at it. Maybe after that, I could lick your shoes for dessert. I mean, really. I just couldn't."

The angry cat shoves the lettuce into Jon's mouth. "Here, take your half and shove it!"

"Well, aren't we nasty today." Jon said, chewing his lettuce before swallowing it.

"Why, Jon. You know what a diet is, don't you?" Garfield asked politely. Suddenly, he leaps right onto Jon's face.

"IT'S DIE WITH A "T", THAT'S WHAT IT IS!" He angrily shouts before Jon pulls him off his face.

"Save your energy, Garfield. Nothing you do can spoil my good mood." Jon said.

"Gee, as if your good mood is gonna give me some of that delicious turkey." Garfield said sarcastically.

"Look, Garfield. I know how much you want out of your diet, but it's for your own good." Jon said sympathetically.

"For my own good, huh? You think starving me to death is for my own good!?" Garfield rants.

"I just want you and Odie to be healthy, that's all." Jon pats Garfield.

However, Jon's eyes widened as a sudden realization started to kick in.

"Uh, Garfield? Where's Odie?" Jon asked.

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen that mutt all day." Garfield starts to realize as well.

"You don't think I..." Jon finally notices what he did. "OH, NO! I LEFT ODIE AT THE VET!"

"Wow, pet owner of the year right here." Garfield slowly claps.

"He might still be at the vet, which means I gotta get there before it's too late!" Jon panics as he rushes out of the kitchen and gets himself dressed as quickly as he could.

"I'll be back soon, Garfield! Don't touch anything while I'm gone! I mean it!" Jon shouts before heading out the door.

"Like I care anymore?" Garfield harshly said while walking out of the kitchen.


Garfield makes his way through the hallway, passing by the broken mirror.

"Stop right there!" A voice calls out.

"Huh? Who said that?" Garfield turns around, but finds no one there. He approaches the mirror and sees his own reflection glaring at him.

"Are you talking to me?" Garfield asked.

"Yes, I'm talking to you, dumbass!" His reflection said.

"Gee, this diet is really making me lose my touch with reality." Garfield said to the reader.

"You're not just gonna take this abuse lying down, aren't ya!?" His reflection asked.

"Well, no but…"

"It's all Jon's fault you're on this diet! What good is Thanksgiving if you can't even enjoy it!?" The reflection points out.

"You're right. Life's not fair." Garfield sighed.

"So why not make it unfair for him, too?" The reflection suggests.

"Yes! Why not make it unfair for all!? Why should I have to suffer!?" Garfield said.

"That's the spirit! You know what you must do!" The reflection said with an evil grin.

"Yes, I do! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Garfield laughs in the most sinister voice as he prepares to get his revenge.

"If I can't enjoy Thanksgiving...nobody will!"