Garfield's pet force

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In an­other dimension... a galaxy far, far, re­ally far away, at the final fron­tier of space... Eh, yadda, yadda, yadda. Does any­body re­ally read these things? I mean, come on, people. If you're freeze-fram­ing this scene just so you can go and read the scroll, well, what's up with that? Just be­cause words are march­ing off into infinity... against an outer space back­ground, do you think there are some uni­ver­sal truths printed here? Well, you're right. Here they are: Look both ways be­fore cross­ing the street, and obey your mother. If that's too tough for you, then look both ways be­fore cross­ing your mother. Garfield's Pet Force! Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork, Dork. Oh! Em­peror! Em­peror! I've got it! I've got it! The Kl­op­man Crys­tal... the ul­ti­mate power source. Now I can fi­nally com­plete the "mo­scram" gun... the mol­e­c­u­lar scram­bler, that is. Take a look at this. - If you please. - Hmm? Mm-hmm. Ah. Here we have the royal dog... and the court's lawyer. Now I fire up the mo­scram, and... I scram­ble their molecules... and cre­ate a dog who'll not only bring in the paper... but he'll read it to you as well. - And what's that? - Oh, that. That's a lawyer who'll work for treats. - Right, boy? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah. And what­ever you mo­scram will be under your control. Read the paper. "Man Bites Dog." - Huh? Oh, the humanity! To re­verse the ef­fect, we simply... The mo­scram can com­bine anything. Its po­ten­tial uses are infinite. What's that button? That's su­per-scram­ble mode. I'm still work­ing on that modification. Well, the whole thing looks dan­ger­ous to me. Re­ally, Em­peror, there's no need to be concerned. It isn't that, Pro­fes­sor. It's... Well, look around you. This big royal hall seems so empty with­out a queen. The royal blood­line will come to an end if I don't find a wife. It's bound to hap­pen soon, Emperor. Are you kid­ding? I'm too dorky even for Dorkon­ian women. No. Any woman who'd marry me will have to come from an­other planet. Peo­ple will come from across the galaxy... to see the amaz­ing moscram. Oh, boy. Huh? Oh-Oh-Oh, oh! Hello there. Oh-Oh-Oh! Welcome! I mean-Wel­come to Dorkon. I'm Em­peror Jon. Uh, Miss- Call me Vetvix, sweetie. Oh! Nice place you got here. Well, Miss Vetvix, I hope you don't think this is too for­ward, but- - Will you marry me? - Hmm? I know I'm not the hand­somest guy in the galaxy... but I can offer you every­thing I have- uh, jew­els, my castle... uh- uh, the keys to my kingdom. - Um- - Keys? - Why, of course I'll marry you. - Huh? Wait a minute. You will? - Sure. - Wow! Did you hear that, Pro­fes­sor? She said yes! - I heard. - Well? What are we wait­ing for? But, Em­peror, uh- Hello. Well- - Okay. - Yes! Ha-ha-ha-ha! - Whoa! - Here you are. - Per­fect. - Oh, that's nice. Aah! Hey! Aw. Aah! Do you, Em­peror Jon, take this... woman to be your wife? I doody-do-do! And do you, Vetvix... take this man to be your husband? - Why not? - Yeah. I now pro­nounce you em­peror and queen. You may kiss the bride. Blech! - Oh! - Ew! - Blech! - That was... wonderful. Like­wise. Now, what about those... keys to the kingdom? - You bet. Pro­fes­sor. - Are you sure? Of course I'm sure. My cas­tle is her castle. - Ha! - Hey! - I'll take those. - Honey? Uh, what are you doing? Uh, be care­ful with that, honey. This is what I came for. - Guards! - In formation! Hee-yah! Uh-oh. Your guards are no longer a threat to me. They're now under my control. Must obey. Vetvix is the greatest. The mo­scram ray gun is the per­fect weapon... for an up-and-com­ing su­per-vil­lain­ess like me. Oh, no. With this, I can mu­tate every­one on the planet into my slaves- step one on my to-do list for uni­ver­sal domination. But, honey, if you're off con­quer­ing the universe... when will we have time for our honeymoon? You'll never get away with this, Vetvix... not if the Pet Force has any­thing to say about it. Noth­ing can stop me. We're here to put an end to your wicked ways. Bring it on! Let the fur fly. Odi­ous-the ca­nine cru­sader with a po­tent stun tongue- Wow. and a black hole where his brain should be. - Star­lena- whose icy stare- - Don't move! freezes all bad guys in their tracks. Ab­n­er­mal- quick as a blink with pester power of cos­mic proportions. - Is this your gun? - Hey! - Is this your belt? - What the- And Gar­zooka-hero ofheroes... with his gamma-ra­di­ated hair balls! Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha! You're not gonna get me! Vetvix is my master. - Must obey. - All hail Vetvix. Hmm? Your Pet Force is no match for me. I now con­trol them too. Hey! Got it! Get Gar­zooka, you fools! Hey! Here, boys! Gar­zooka! I must re­turn, Professor. My team­mates are under Vetvix's control. And only the mo­scram ray gun can un­scram­ble them. We've got to keep the Kl­op­man Crys­tal far away. That'll buy you time to cre­ate a tem­po­rary Pet Force to de­feat her. - Cre­ate an­other Pet Force? - Exactly. First, I'll scan the uni­verse for D.N.A. matches. Aha! There they are- D.N.A. matches to your Pet Force teammates. Open up! Come on, come on. But they don't look any­thing like them. They will when they drink the match­ing green serum. When they do, they'll gain the Pet Force's superpowers. The red serum will turn them back to their nor­mal forms. - Pro­gram the co­or­di­nates into my rover. - Let us in! Hurry, Gar­zooka! It's a dan­ger­ous journey. You'll have to cross the in­ter­di­men­sional barrier. You can count on me, Pro­fes­sor Wally. No as­ter­oid storm or ex­plod­ing su­per­nova can stop me. - Open up! - The Pet Force shall rise again... - to bat­tle the in­sid­i­ous- - Es­cape now! - Pos­tu­late later! - Yah! I'll get Gar­zooka if it's the last thing I do. "Will Vetvix cap­ture Gar­zooka and use the mo­scram ray gun to con­quer the universe? Read the an­niver­sary issue of Pet Force and find out!" Oh, wow! What a cool story! What's so cool about it? It's just a gim­mick to make you buy the next issue. Speak­ing of which, the su­per­sized an­niver­sary "ish"... has a gold foil-stamped, em­bossed holo­graphic glow-in-the-dark cover! Look! And it comes out today! Whoo-hoo! Get a life, Ner­mal. You don't re­ally be­lieve that stuff, do you? It's not like real life- like here in the news­pa­per comics. What if it is real, Garfield? I used to imag­ine my­self the cool ruler of an en­tire planet. Uh, stab me an­other hot dog there, Your Highness. Se­ri­ously, wouldn't it be great to get out there... and re­ally do some­thing that meant something? Sounds like that would mean ac­tu­ally, uh... get­ting involved. That takes a lot of effort. Any­thing worth doing re­quires effort. Noth­ing ven­tured, noth­ing ven­tured, I say. No pain, no pain. Well, any­thing would be more exciting... than sit­ting around here watch­ing pickle rel­ish drib­ble down your chin. Where? Oh. Since when did you start read­ing comics? I'm just lookin' at the pictures. Mmm, Gar­zooka's pretty easy on the eyes. - But he's got noth­ing on me. Hmm. - Huh? Oh, brother. I'll take that. It's all yours. I'm here to put an end to your evil ways, Vetvix. Su­per­nova? Ha! I eat 'em for lunch. Let the fur fly. - Sad. - So sad. What? Oh. Thanks, Odie. Hey, gang, we'd bet­ter get going. I wanna get to the stu­dio early to get ready for the strip today. - Yeah! - Come on, Garfield. Uh-oh. I- Lis­ten, I'll, uh- Oh, uh, you guys go ahead. I'll catch up. So we get there early to set every­thing up... and you waltz in at the last minute. - I'll be there in time for my, uh, close-up. - Oh! Hmm! Well, I'd like to see Gar­zooka beat me... in a hot dog-eat­ing contest. Oh, Jon! Can we stop at the news­stand? Please! I wanna pick up that new issue of Pet Force. - Sure. I am kind of cu­ri­ous about what hap­pens to that hand­some emperor. Ex­cuse me. - Yeah, down here. - Huh? Do you have the new an­niver­sary issue of Pet Force? - Huh? Yeah, sure. - Hey, hey, hey. Careful. Don't crease it. That's a col­lec­tor's issue. Warn­ing. Ap­proach­ing in­ter­di­men­sional barrier. You know, readin' this stuff will stunt your growth, kid. Huh? Whoa! Oh! Oh! Whoa! What was that? Maybe it's an alien in­va­sion. Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo. - Don't make fun of me. - Watch your back, kid. The aliens are comin'. - What a loser. - Hmm! Goofy kid. Who does he think he's foolin'? I- Ex­cuse me, kind sir. Do you know these people? That way. The uni­verse is in­debted to you. - "and Gar­zooka comes out"- Whoa! I don't be­lieve it. What? - Thi-Thi-This isn't hap­pen­ing. - What? We're in the comic book. Here we are hav­ing our cookout. Look. It even shows me buy­ing the comic and-and- - Oh, my gosh! - What? It's Gar­zooka. He is in Car­toon World. The D.N.A. matches to the Pet Force are right here. - So, what hap­pens next? - Um, let me see. Let me turn the page and- Hey. The pages are blank. - Be­cause... it hasn't hap­pened yet. - Oh. Hello! Hello? Any­body home? Hello? Mmm! Mmm-hmm! Mmm! Ah! Mmm. Hmm. I won­der if we've got any rel­ish that's al­ready open. Huh? - Com­rade. - Mommy! There's noth­ing to fear. Don't eat me! Don't eat me! Please! Eat you? You have a sense of humor, my in­ter­stel­lar brother. I have trav­eled here to call upon your help to save the universe. Uh, hello? The evil Vetvix has stolen the mo­scram ray gun... - and vowed to en­slave the planet Dorkon. - Huh? If she has fol­lowed me here... then all of Car­toon World is in dan­ger too. This is a gag, right? A pub­lic­ity stunt to pro­mote the Pet Force comic book. Come here. Is there an actor in­side that mask? If I were you, I'd fire my agent. What are you talk­ing about? Where are these three? - I need them. - They're, uh, at the studio. Very well. I shall go and get them. Vetvix is sure to be look­ing for me. I need you to hold on to the Kl­op­man Crystal. - Wow. - Keep the crys­tal safe. It can­not fall into Vetvix's hands. And remember- One cat can make a difference. Uh, be­fore you go, can you, uh... open this? We've lost Gar­zooka's tracks. Scan for his exact coordinates. Cat scan under way. We've got to do something. I'll have a talk with her, Professor. After all, she is my wife. - Um, honey? - Oh, no. If you could just give us back the moscram... - Mm-hmm. - I'm sure we could- Shut up, dork! You're only here so you and your Professor... can an­swer any ques­tions I have about this moscram. I guess we'll have to work on our communication. - This hap­pens with new cou­ples. - Oh! Heh, heh! Yes! There he is! Pro­gram the co­or­di­nates and pre­pare to cross the in­ter­di­men­sional barrier. Su­per­hero cat from an­other dimension. Oh, please! I gotta stop readin' that stuff. Ner­mal, why don't you put that comic away. We have to get to work. Just a sec, Ar­lene. You won't be­lieve this. - Look! - Yeah. Look! This just ap­peared in the comic! That's us comin' to the studio. And look! Here comes an­other one! - Hi there. - Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! It's Gar­zooka! What are you doin' here? As fate would have it, I have come for you three. - You have? - Wait a minute. You mean, when you left Dorkon with the D.N.A. serum... you were comin' to get us? And with your help, Vetvix will be defeated. Dorkon will sur­vive, and so will Car­toon World. Are you with me? Count me in! Where do I sign? I'm so there! How are we sup­posed to help you? This serum is matched to the D.N.A. of each mem­ber of Pet Force. The green serum will give us Pet Force powers! In all of the uni­verse, only the three of you... match the D.N.A. of my team members. Cool! Uh, has this ever been tested? There has never been a rea­son to... until now. Drink up, fel­low heroes. The fate of two worlds hangs in the balance. What if it doesn't work? What if it turns us into freaks? Freaks? Sweet! Mmm! Pun­gent, yet satisfying. So, fel­low freaks, are you with me? Yeah, yeah! Uh-huh-huh! Oh, here goes. Blech. So now what's sup­posed to happen? You should feel en­ergy, strength and vitality... elec­tri­fy­ing your en­tire body. I don't feel any different. - Me nei­ther. - Uh-uh. That's impossible. Maybe your me­tab­o­lisms are slow. Hmm. I was as­sured this would work. Maybe it's just going to take some time. Time is not a lux­ury we have. Huh? Whoa. Ahh! This is the life. Oh, come on. There wasn't a cloud in the sky a minute ago. Mommy! Huh? Huh? Jon! Wally! What the heck is goin' on here? - Who are you? - How do you know our names? Wha- You're now my pris­oner, tubby one. That's what's going on. It's true- the story about the Pet Force. It's all true. Where is Garzooka? I scanned for his D.N.A. and got these coordinates. Un­less... you are he. Me... he? Of course. In­ge­nious, Garzooka. How you did it, I don't know. But that is quite a disguise- hid­ing your­self within this fat, dumpy, pa­thetic lit­tle body. Hey, I hate to break it to you, Miss Mega­lo­ma­niac, but you got the wrong guy. Me wrong? I don't think so! I'd like to scram­ble you with that lawn chair... but I need the Kl­op­man Crys­tal to power my moscram. Whoa. # Da, da, da, da, dum # Tell me! Where is it? Where is what? Very well. If you want to play that game, I can oblige. I'm going to enjoy mak­ing you talk. Ooh. Hey, what's this, Betty? Oh. It's my new idea. I call it the "smile section." Sort of like a cof­fee break area... where peo­ple come to think happy thoughts. Wow. What a great idea. Oh. - Hey, it's al­ready work­ing. - Ooh. See? All right, peo­ple, gather round. Betty. Betty! Hmph! All right, peo­ple, let's go. Quickly, please! Time is money. - Could I have some light down here, Eli. - You got it. Thank you. Let's re­view today's shoot­ing schedule. - Betty. - Charles. First up, we'll have "Garfield"... and-and then the "Life Stinks" comic strip... fol­lowed by "Billy Bear's Woods." Very well. Now, is every­one present? - I'm here! - We're gonna be here forever. Where is Garfield? Uh, he'll be here any minute, Charles. - Where are the oth­ers? - Here we are. Huh? Whoa! Yeow! Oh-ho! Huh? Whoo-hoo-hoo! Holy bi­ceps! Who's that? - Oh, baby! - Is that Garfield? Not un­less he's been puttin' some­thing in his milk. - Who is this? - It's Garzooka! - He's a su­per­hero. - Superhero? It's a long story. Whoa! Ex­cuse me. Are you see­ing anyone? - Uh, no. - Oh, that's good. Be­cause you're per­fect and I'm desperate. Betty, would you please re­turn to the stage? I'm stayin' right here with Mr. Muscle. Betty! Now don't you go any­where, or I will hunt ya down. You know, this could be rather fortuitous. Now, Mr. Gar­zooka, if you would, please- Oh. take the stage. - You will have to be the stand-in for Garfield. - Ooh! - I don't have time for this. - Here is your script. Today, Garfield re­fuses to go jogging. He states that the only thing on him that runs is his nose. Why would you make fun of jogging? Ex­er­cise and strict diet should be part of every­one's daily routine. It teaches kids to grow big and strong- like their fa­vorite superhero. - Awe­some! - Mm-hmm! Hey, uh, this is kind of uncomfortable. A lit­tle more to the right. Lit­tle more. Ahh. That's it. You've with­stood all of my tor­ture de­vices. I don't understand. I'm a car­toon char­ac­ter. We're sup­posed to squash and stretch. That's what we do for a living. You may be re­silient, Garzooka... but I'll find a way to make you talk. For the last time, where is the Kl­op­man Crystal? Ow. I told you. I don't know where the crys­tal is, and I'm not Garzooka. Si­lence! I must pon­der this. Guard! Bring me that lemon­ade. I'm thirsty. Um, that's sim­ple enough. Oh. Huh? What would it take for you to tell me where the crys­tal is? I wouldn't tell you for all the lasagna in Italy. I want that crys­tal so bad I can taste it. Oh! - Stop! - Oh. Okay, I'll tell you where the crys­tal is... if you'll, uh, just give me a drink of that lemonade. What an odd lit­tle cat you are. Very well. Here. Mmm! - So? - So, what? So where's the crystal? And what's that in your mouth? Noth­ing. I just like- suck­ing on ice. Uh-huh. You seem to have a cer­tain glow about you. Ha! I have ab­solutely no idea... what you're talk­ing about, lady. Mm-hmm. Get the crystal! I got it! I got it! Look at you! Oh! Oh, yes! Ha-ha-ha-ha! Look at you! Yes! Oh! You're under my con­trol now. You are my zombies! Must obey Vetvix. Oh, yes! Who's back? - I don't know. - Uh- Vetvix is back. That's who. And what's she gonna get? I don't know. - What? She's gonna get Garzooka. And then the whole uni­verse! That's what. # Uh-huh, uh-huh # # Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh ## - Uh- - Huh? Say, she's not a bad dancer, is she? Oh, dear. - Boy, I re­ally blew it. - Yes, you did. The real Gar­zooka would never have been such a fool. Run the D.N.A. scan again. And this time, don't make any mistakes. "Don't make any mistakes." Al­ways givin' me a hard time. One day, she'll make a mis­take and- Huh? - Hey! We found him. - Pro­gram the coordinates. Gar­zooka is the only thing that stands be­tween me and uni­ver­sal domination! - Oh, hurry up, Wally. - And... take it. - Do you no­tice any change yet? - Just a headache. I think that juice is givin' me gas. It's tak­ing too long. Vetvix could be here at any minute. Wait. Do you hear that? No. Oh, no! Hmm. Uh! - She's com­ing. - Who's coming? - Vetvix. - Who's this Vet- Look out! Look out! Oh, Garzooka? Where are you? I must get you to safety until the serum takes effect. This way. Come out, come out, wher­ever you are. Whoa! Oh! Whoa! What the- Out­side. Hurry. Wait for me. Stay put! Hey. Don't move! This is all my fault. If I'd kept that crys­tal from Vetvix, none of this would be happening. Garfield! You can still fix things. How? Pretty soon, she'll turn Grin City into Zombie-opolis. Re­mem­ber the Gar­zooka credo: - "One cat can make a dif­fer­ence." - How? Quick. Take my mon­o­cle and put it in the window. - Why? - No time to ex­plain. Just do it! What? Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay. Here we go. One, two- Whoa! - What are you doin' over here? - Huh? Nothing. - Come here. - Mmm. Yikes! - Ah. - Go. - Help! The sky is fallin'! - Oh, no! Careful! Oh! - He won't stay put. - Well, get rid of the tubby lit­tle pest. Yes, sir! Uh, ma'am. Right away. I'll- Watch the fur, would ya? What's happening? You're not gonna-Wait! Whoa! Maybe some­one es­caped to the alley. All right! They made it. That was only a small taste of Vetvix's vengeance. Huh? - Huh? - Oh! What the- Com­rade! - Garfield! - It's good to see you. Oh. Oh, it's good to be alive. What hap­pened? How did Vetvix get the crystal? Ooph! It was horrible. She tor­tured me and took my lemonade. I'm sorry. Well, you did your best, comrade. Then I saw you guys on the monitor. I thought she was gonna turn you into zombies. And she still might if some­body doesn't do something. But the serum isn't work­ing yet. - We've gotta speed it up some­how. - Oh. - What serum? - The Pet Force serum that we drank! Huh? Huh? Oh. - Oh, Odie. - You could change your name to Odor. Whoa! All right, Odie. Mm-hmm! Do not be fear­ful, Arlene. It won't hurt a bit. At least, I don't think so. Oh. Yeah. - Ha-ha! - Ha! Man, gotta get me some of that serum. Not fair. You guys changed, and I haven't. Ex­cept for the costume. Noth­ing's hap­pen­ing to me. My arms are still skinny. I'm not big like you guys. That stuff didn't work on me. - Ner­mal? - Yeah. Do you have any idea how fast you're mov­ing? - I am. Yeah! Yahoo! Ab­n­er­mal! But I should have my own name. Let's see. Flash. - Taken. - Kid Flash? - Taken. - Quicksilver. - Taken. - The Whizzer? Be­lieve it or not, that's taken too. I'm over here. Now I'm here. Now I'm here. Wha- How about putting your su­per­pow­ers to good use? Odie, try your new stun tongue. Hmm. Hey, care­ful where you aim that thing. Try it on some­thing else. Care­ful, Odie. Cool! Ar­lene, try your icy stare. - Hmm. - Now wait just a- - How was that? - Im­pres­sive. Most impressive. She's used that stare a lot on Garfield... but it's never quite worked like that before. Speak­ing of Garfield, Ar­lene, don't you think you should- Ah, all right. ...​minute there, Arlene. I'm not gonna-Whoa. What the heck is going on anyway? Your friends are now the new Pet Force. They are going to save the universe. All right! Get Gar­zooka, my zombies. Must obey Vetvix. Get Garzooka! Guard! - Yes, sir. - That D.N.A. scan­ner is useless. My zom­bie army will find Gar­zooka. Get this ship moving! Right away. We've got to find a way to get the mo­scram from Vetvix. But first, we'll have to bring her war­ship down. To do that, we need to get up high. That's it! The an­ten­nae on top of that tower... would make a fine har­poon for a whale of a warship. Good idea. That'll bring her down. Whoa! What the- Vetvix is coming. Watch out! You can't help us with our plan, com­rades. Keep your­selves safe. Pet Force, get under here. - Be care­ful, Garfield. - You be care­ful too. - Jon, look! - Oh, no. Hold it. Get down! - Look. - Oh, no! Hmm. What? Guard! Quickly. - Yes, sir. - I thought I told you to get rid of that pest. Huh? But, uh- uh, I did. I meant for good, you idiot. Do I have to do every­thing myself? Oh, no! She's gonna shoot Garfield. Wel­come to the Fra­ter­nal Order of Vetvix's Zombies. No! This sucks! Whoa! What-What just happened? You were al­most zom­biefied. That's what. Get Gar­zooka, my zombies. Must obey Vetvix. Vetvix rocks. Looks like Jon just got trashed. This isn't good. Hey, what's that? Soon I'll have so many zom­bies Gar­zooka will never escape. No! No! Find Gar­zooka, my zombies! Get Garzooka! Get Garzooka! Get Garzooka! Gar­zooka! - There's Gar­zooka! - They've spot­ted us. Hurry! They're everywhere. Get Garzooka. Hold on tight. Gar­zooka- Quickly. To the tower. Let's go. Ah. - Are we gonna be safe here? - Very safe. Well, sort of safe. Okay, not safe at all. This way! To the antennae. - Ar­lene, buy us some time. - You got it. Hmph. We gotta make sure no one's buried under all this junk. You know, Garfield, you should have gone with Gar­zooka in the first place. What do you mean? When he came to the stu­dio to get Ar­lene and the others... you should have come with him in­stead of sit­ting on your fat be­hind eat­ing hot dogs. Eli, it's me, Garfield. I don't save the day. I sleep through the day. You can't sleep through your whole life, Garfield. You have to get involved. It's too late for that now. Maybe being a zom­bie won't be so bad, Eli. You live for­ever and you don't have to make small talk. There's got to be some way of beat­ing Vetvix. Do the math. There's a gazil­lion of them and only two of us. Huh! Make that three. Who said that? I did, dog­gone it! I'm mad as heck, and I'm not going to take it anymore. You're not fight­ing any­one with­out me, Walter. All right. Bonita! Huh? Betty? Are you okay? Gar- Garzooka? Is that you? I'm not Gar­zooka, Betty. It's Garfield. Gar­zooka's at the tower down­town fight­ing Vetvix. He's with who? Why, that lit­tle- Oh, wait till I get my hands on her. Eli, is there any way for us to see what's going on downtown? Maybe I can tap into the tower's se­cu­rity cam­eras. Hold on. Psst. Look. Hmph! Way to go, Professor. Oh, my gosh! Ar­lene, Odie and Ner­mal are surrounded. They can't get up the antennas. That's Ar­lene, Odie and Nermal? Awe­some gamma-ra­di­ated hair balls, Garzooka! Gar­zooka! Oh, Gar­zooka. My poor baby. - We've got to do some­thing! - But what? What do you mean "what"? You have your fight­ing force right here. My fight­ing force? Time to step up, buddy. Time to get involved. We gotta do something. You know, this is just crazy enough to work. - What do you mean? - Eli- the big man with the nim­ble hands at the controls. - Mm-hmm. - Wally- - the hen-pecked, half-sized hero. - Ha-ha! Betty- the man-hun­gry as­sis­tant director. And the lady with the big nose for trouble- su­per-nag Bonita. Hey, wait a minute. And me- the super cat who can make a difference. Okay, all we need now is a snappy name. - We don't have time for this. - The Fee­ble Five. The, uh, Inferiors? How about the We're About to Die Gang? That's kind of a downer there, Wally. - You all crazy! - That's it! The Crazy Crew. - Yeah. - The Crazy Crew? I like it. - Ha-ha! - Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Okay, gang, here's what we're gonna do. Now first, we're gonna get this place cleaned up. Yahoo! What's wrong, Nermal? I don't know, Gar­zooka. This super speed is mak­ing me super tired. And my eyes are killing me. Your new­found pow­ers are putting a strain on your Car­toon World bodies. I can­not fight them alone. Are you sure you can't use your powers? - We're too tired. - And the zom­bies keep coming. But we must hold on. - We must obey. - Oh, no! Vetvix rules. They've been turned into zombies. - Come on, Wally. Whoa-oa. - It's okay, guys. I am Vetvix. I com­mand you to stop. - Vetvix. - Huh? Hide under this. I am Vetvix. I com­mand you to get Garzooka. I am the great Garzooka. - Huh? - Garzooka? Come and get me. Now, Wally, run. - Get Gar­zooka. - Get Garzooka. Get Garzooka. Good going, com­rade. Let's go. Look! My zom­bies have found Garzooka. Faster! I'm going as fast as I can. Go faster. Get Garzooka. Vetvix's ship is com­ing. Get down! Where are my zom­bies going now? What's going on? Give me a hand! Whoa! The Pet Force! I thought I left them back on Dorkon! I am the great Garzooka! You can't stop me. Why, I'm more pow­er­ful than a supernova. - Whoa! - Whoa, whoa, whoa! Come on. Fol­low me, the great Garzooka! Move along, peo­ple, please. Come on now. - We're shuf­fling. We're shuf­fling. - Move it. Move it. Oh, no. Oh, no. - Now, Eli! - Here goes nothing. I am Garzooka. Oh, it's working! Pull! All right! We did it. - Uh-huh, that's it. - Keep moving. - Move along, peo­ple, please. - Straight ahead. We're shuf­fling. We're shuffling. I am the great Garzooka. That's all of them, Eli. Yes, we did it. Yes! Great, man. Very good, my new Pet Force. You seem reen­er­gized with vic­tory. Huh? I don't know how you did it, Garzooka... but I've had it with you and your Pet Force. Whoa! Super Scram­ble mode en­gaged. Danger. Yuck! - Super Scram­ble mode en­gaged. Danger. Dan­ger. - Super Scram­ble mode en­gaged. Dan­ger. - Oh. Super Scram­ble. All right, let's take it up a notch. Who's your daddy now? Vetvix. Must obey Vetvix. - This way. - No, this way. - This way. - I think this way. No, this way. Ah, all right, Pro­fes­sor! Way to go- Shh. Hey. They went that­away! Get 'em be­fore they escape! Yes! Un­easy lies the head that wears the crown. Oh! Oh! Oh! Wait. Where are you going? No. Let's see what this baby can re­ally do. Wow! Come to me, my lovely. That way! Let's go get my ship back! De­stroy everything! Must obey Vetvix. What can we pos­si­bly do against that thing? Poor Garzooka. All is lost. Huh? In­truder alert. In­truder alert. Look! Uh-oh. Let's go. Now! Crazy Crew, meet Em­peror Jon and Pro­fes­sor Wally. - Hi. - Wally? - Me? - Fascinating. Looks like the Crazy Crew just got crazier. - Oh, no! - We need a plan. - Like what? - Well, faint­ing comes to mind. The Crazy Crew never panics. Now might be a good time to start. - Good idea. - No, no, no, don't do that. You can't save the uni­verse that way. Eli, you bet­ter get the Crazy Crew to safety. - You got it. Time for me to get in­volved big-time! - Uh, can you guys give me a lift? - Of course. My ship, it's get­ting away. No! Okay, Pro­fes­sor, pull around and drop me off at the mon­ster there. Em­peror, I hope this works. Well, we'll give it the old royal try. I told you to grab my ship, not break it. Hey, Vetvix. Yoo-hoo. Neener, neener, neener. Whoa! Huh? Whoa-oa! No-o-o! Mmm. No! Huh? Yoo-hoo, Pet Force. Come on. You can do bet­ter than that. - Whoa-oa! Ow! No. - Hey, Odie. - Hmm? - Got tongue? Nice shot. Time to take out the trash. Get Garfield. - Okay. - Get Garfield. Get Garfield. Gotta run, guys. Way to go, Garfield. There's still one more thing to do. - It's all over, Vetvix. - Oh! That's what you think, tubby. You'll never stop me. - Stop right there. - What the- Say "cheese." - Huh? What- - Huh? Have a nice day, everybody. - Yes! - Whee! - Open the pit, Eli. - You got it. Hi. Huh? Good job, com­rade. I knew you could do it. - Oh! - Uh, Betty. W-Wait. My hero. - Your High­ness. - Oh. Look­ing good. Might be a good idea to keep this locked up from now on, Professor. I've learned my les­son. Once I use it to re­verse the dam­age done on Dorkon... I'm going to de­stroy it for good. I wanna thank you all for what you've done. And thanks from the peo­ple of Dorkon too. Em­peror Jon. Hi. Oh. Oh, ex­cuse me. What can I say? I was a bad girl. - Can you for­give me? - Hey, no­body's perfect. Of course I for­give you. - Oh, boy. - No. The new Pet Force was very coura­geous today. But now I'm afraid you're going to have to re­lin­quish those bodies. After all, there can only be one Pet Force. But I don't want to. I like being fast. You don't need that su­per­power, Nermal. You're a pretty super kid with­out it. Aw. Hmm. Hmm. Oh! Wel­come back, baby. Well, we've gotta be going. And again, thank you all. You're the real he­roes today. Farewell. Oh, uh, Nermal. This is for you. Ha-ha! Sweet. - Gar­zooka. - Whoa. Whoa. Betty! So long, Garzooka. Until next we meet, comrades. So long, Garzooka. We'll be read­ing about you. We'll never for­get you. Oh, no. Oh, well. Third time's the charm. They're re­new­ing their vows. Oh, isn't that romantic? I once again pro­nounce you em­peror and queen. You may now kiss the bride. Hmm. What are you doing out here, Garfield? Oh, I was just get­ting a breath of fresh air... won­der­ing how much I've missed out on in life. - "Missed out on"? - Yeah. By not get­ting in­volved more often. Well, you haven't missed out on me. Hey, what do you wanna do tonight? - Save the uni­verse? - Yuck. - Fight evil wher­ever it may lurk? - Boring. How 'bout- - Oh. - Wow. - Danc­ing. - Now you're talking. Whoo! Ooh. Oh! - There we go. - Whee! Won­der­ful. Ooh! Whoa. Hey, is that the Big Dipper? Hey! It's the real Pet Force! Betty? I'd say you're going to need a new as­sis­tant di­rec­tor, Charles. Ner­mal's the name. Here's my card and resume. Have your peeps call my peeps. We'll do lunch.