Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Go, Garfield. - That's right. Come on.

Let me sleep, please.

Keep still. They're reading Lady Eleanor's will.

LADY AND THE TRAMP TROUSERS

("Pump it" by Black Eyed Peas continues)

I am so fired up.

Oh, no. He's under her spell.

LADY AND THE TRAMP THAT FAT BALL OF FUR

No, thanks, old boy. You just run along and enjoy yourself.

I think that went frightfully well, don't you, Winny?

_ - Run away! ' YID, Yip, yahoo! Yahoo! Yow yowl

They're lucky to have you.

- Now stay here. - Far cooler.

Odie, come on. Come on, buddy.

which I make this first day of September..."

Your lunatic dog just bit my bottom.

In the absence or, in this case, the death of an owner,

Hey, lady! You got any leftover liver?

- (Nigel) Oh, no! - Yoo-hoo!

- Operation Feline Protection underway. - I'm on it.

Whoa! Landon Viviann Ava Aj Muneeb Carter Ian!

You have caused enough trouble today.

I thought a simple wrap would be just the ticket.

It's a Carlyle log, my lord. A savoury of liver and spleen,

Jon and I have everything I could ever want.

Relax, bro. It's not like you own the place.

Hey, girlie dog.

Your doughnuts are dry and don't have holes,

LADY AND THE TRAMP OH

(man) Once upon a time, in an English castle far, far away,

Come on. The coast is clear.

I didn't realise it was amateur hour.

Liz, I've been trying to get the courage up to ask you something all week.

I'll give it to you straight. It's disappointing.

Filthy monsters!

Yeah, when the going gets tough, the great ones party.

- What's the matter? - Matter with what?

Can someone help a chap? I'm in the sewer.

LANDON VIVIANN AVA AJ MUNEEB CARTER IAN

- That was inspirational. - Brilliant.

- It's too late. She's already off to... - (burps)

- Sure, but... - Mi castle es su castle.

Yo, it's lasagne, not shish kebab.

Attempted murder most foul. I am Prince XII of Carlyle.

Sir, have you by any chance seen Prince? I can't seem to find him anywhere.

to your conservancy?

- Trousers? - Ah, Miss Westminster.

0h, Winny, pooh-pooh!

- Hello, Rommel. - One, two, three, four, five...

Look, Lord Doofus is just another bully. And what do we do to bullies?

Wait a second. Liz? Liz?!

So, Winny, what exactly is Lord Dargis up to?

"That's one small slice of lasagne."

Quite right, old boy. They must have given me yours.

We gotta put an end to this torture.

I assume that will be all, sir?

Almost forgot Pookie. He can't be without Pookie.

This is hopeless. We'll never find Jon.

- Trousers! - Would you like to pop over and have...

Strike. Strike.

- Kill. - Kitty!

Isn't it remarkable? I found him wandering the streets of London as I left Willoughby's.

- Ha ha! Bring it on. - Ooh, aargh!