"Anime Jump :: View topic - GARFIELD: THE MOVIE: THE NOVELIZATION: "Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2004 11:18 pm Post subject: GARFIELD: THE MOVIE: THE NOVELIZATION
The excerpt at Random House's site
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Excuse me, Jennifer, love . . . are you going to eat that?
With one smooth, gulping leap, the cat scarfed the lasagna from her plate, returned to his seat, and proceeded to lick himself as if nothing had happened. You da mannnnn, Stan. He smacked the last of the sauce from his whiskers. She can have my brussels sprouts if she likes.
Suddenly, confusion broke out at the table. The beautiful woman in the pink gown threw her hands together and cried, ?Garfield, that?s you!? as she smooshed him on the head. Other voices chimed in. ?Get up there, Garfield! They?re calling your name!? urged a smiling, mild-looking young man seated across from the dapper feline.
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He assumed the position, arms raised, back extended. Wiggling his butt ever so slightly, Garfield calculated the effort-to-distance ratio that lay between him and breakfast. Suddenly Garfield lurched from the dresser like an Acapulco cliff diver, in a clean arch dead-centered on Jon?s solar plexus. Oooof!
He thrust his face an inch from Jon?s nose and stared hard.
And guess what, Jon?I?m ALWAYS hungry!
In one swift movement Jon sat upright and his eyes sprang open, bugging with a glassy sort of surprise. He yawned, rubbed his face, and glanced at the clock.
?It?s seven twenty-three! I forgot to set the alarm! Guess I was up too late last night with the model railroad. Thanks, Garfield. I owe you one!?
Put it on my tabby.
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Jon stepped into the bathroom and turned the spigots, humming cheerfully to himself and adjusting the water until it was just the right temperature. Steam began to fill the room. Garfield followed and sat next to the commode, himself steaming, as Jon stepped into the shower and drew the curtain. The humming grew into full-throttle singing: “I’ve gotta be meeeee! I’ve gotta be meeee!”
Yeah, and I’ve gotta be me.
Staring intently at the caterwauling lump scrubbing himself behind the curtain, Garfield casually lifted a paw and—whoosh!—flushed the toilet.
Jon’s screams could be heard five houses away.
I am one hot kitty. "
THERE IS NO GOD!
The excerpt at Random House's site
Quote:
Excuse me, Jennifer, love . . . are you going to eat that?
With one smooth, gulping leap, the cat scarfed the lasagna from her plate, returned to his seat, and proceeded to lick himself as if nothing had happened. You da mannnnn, Stan. He smacked the last of the sauce from his whiskers. She can have my brussels sprouts if she likes.
Suddenly, confusion broke out at the table. The beautiful woman in the pink gown threw her hands together and cried, ?Garfield, that?s you!? as she smooshed him on the head. Other voices chimed in. ?Get up there, Garfield! They?re calling your name!? urged a smiling, mild-looking young man seated across from the dapper feline.
Quote:
He assumed the position, arms raised, back extended. Wiggling his butt ever so slightly, Garfield calculated the effort-to-distance ratio that lay between him and breakfast. Suddenly Garfield lurched from the dresser like an Acapulco cliff diver, in a clean arch dead-centered on Jon?s solar plexus. Oooof!
He thrust his face an inch from Jon?s nose and stared hard.
And guess what, Jon?I?m ALWAYS hungry!
In one swift movement Jon sat upright and his eyes sprang open, bugging with a glassy sort of surprise. He yawned, rubbed his face, and glanced at the clock.
?It?s seven twenty-three! I forgot to set the alarm! Guess I was up too late last night with the model railroad. Thanks, Garfield. I owe you one!?
Put it on my tabby.
Quote:
Jon stepped into the bathroom and turned the spigots, humming cheerfully to himself and adjusting the water until it was just the right temperature. Steam began to fill the room. Garfield followed and sat next to the commode, himself steaming, as Jon stepped into the shower and drew the curtain. The humming grew into full-throttle singing: “I’ve gotta be meeeee! I’ve gotta be meeee!”
Yeah, and I’ve gotta be me.
Staring intently at the caterwauling lump scrubbing himself behind the curtain, Garfield casually lifted a paw and—whoosh!—flushed the toilet.
Jon’s screams could be heard five houses away.
I am one hot kitty. "
THERE IS NO GOD!
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