Garfield was just lying in his blue wooden bed, with the blue blanket that was over his head. It wasn't until the mouse with the red shorts and yellow shoes came by.
"Wake up, Garfield. It's time for your lunch." said Mickey Mouse.
"Wait...what now?" asked Garfield, as he woke up.
"I said, wake up, Garfield. I'm feeding you lunch." repeated Mickey, who was holding a piece of cheese behind his back.
"Uh-uh, no way, mouse, you must be kidding me. You're giving me lunch too?" said Garfield, who realized Mickey fed him lunch.
"Yeah, so?" said Mickey, with a curious look on his face.
"So? You have got to be kidding me. My owner's away, and you're feeding me a piece of cheese for lunch. Is it a dairy product?" asked Garfield. "Am I eating that?"
"What? No way. What would make you think that, Garfield?" Mickey asked.
"What do you mean what would make me think that?" said Garfield. "You're giving me a piece of cheese that you have behind your back, and you think that it's my lunch."
"The mouse wants to give you cheese in the afternoon, cat." said Mickey.
"Yeah, I know. I get that mice want to feed cats some cheese, but lasagna's supposed to be my lunch." Garfield said. "And right now, I don't have any."
"Who cares about lasagna?" said Mickey.
"You don't apparently." replied Garfield. "Why would you even feed me lunch, when a piece of cheese is not really my lunch at all? Even when you and Minnie pet-sit me and Odie, you're wanting me to eat salad. I hated salad. Even when you cook breakfast for me in the mornings, you want me to go to the table and eat it. Even when you give me lunch, you're wanting me to eat it. And even when you have a piece of cheese in your hands, that was behind your back, you're wanting me to eat it. Do you even realize how ridiculous that is of you?"
"Look, Garfield, this argument between me feeding you food is done." said Mickey, who has just about had enough of this argument about him feeding Garfield food all the time. "Now eat your lunch or I'll make you do it."
"Mickey, I'm not eating your food, cats don't even like cheese." said Garfield.
"Oh, forget this." Mickey was about to feed Garfield, until the cat stopped him from doing so.
"No!" yelled Garfield, angrily. "You are done feeding me, mouse."
Mickey became furious, and force-fed Garfield the cheese anyway.
"You're going to eat the cheese, whether you want to or not!" said Mickey.
Garfield then had a piece of cheese in his mouth, and he didn't like it at all. Luckily, the orange cat had an idea. He ran to the mouse hole, and spat out the cheese to Squeak so he can enjoy it other than him.
On the way back to bed, Mickey was still angry at him.
"You fed your lunch to Squeak, didn't you?! That's why you couldn't eat your lunch!" said Mickey, angrily.
"I tried to tell you that the cheese was gonna be eaten. You didn't even listen." said Garfield.
"Listen, cat, I'm done with your lame excuses for today." said Mickey, who was done with Garfield's excuses.
"Oh, I'm making no excuses, because you've been an irritating mouse right now!" said Garfield, who was mad at Mickey Mouse.
That made Mickey more upset, and he ended up putting Garfield to bed.
"We'll talk about this later. Now don't leave your bed until I say you can, got it?" said Mickey, as he walked away from Garfield.
By then, Garfield was sad. "Man, this is so unfair." cried Garfield, as he put the blue blanket over his head again.