All language subtitles for Garfield His 9 Lives

- I feel like
creating cat today.

Gimme a cat.

Give it four legs,
some fur, fangs.

And some surprises.

Its eyes should
shine in the dark.

And it should always
land on its feet.

- Sure...
- Hmph.

- Give cat six eyes.

- Uh, we only
have two eyes left.

- Two eyes. I like that.

- Cranium, 23 panteems,
jaw, 12 photocs,

No eyebrows.

- Nice.

Hmm, notice how the
heavy lids give it

an arrogant,
yet warm expression.

Nice job, staff.

You've designed the
perfect animal, Cat.

However, there is
one finishing touch.

Give it nine lives.

- What?
- (Muttering)

- But why nine lives?

Everyone else
gets only one life.

- Well, let's just say,

it would make a great
plot for a story, okay?

(soft blues music)

♪ Ya say ya fall
under a bad sign

♪ Got a reason to cry

♪ The bad signs I was born under

♪ Could fill up the sky.

♪ Yeah, I'm a blues cat

♪ And I'm broke
from paying my dues

♪ 'Cause when you got nine lives

♪ You got nine ways to lose.

♪ Hey, a happy nine lives rolls
snake eyes again and again

♪ And maybe this time
I'll roll me a lucky ten

♪ 'Cause I'm a blues cat

♪ Got nine pages of bad news

♪ Yeah, when you got nine lives

♪ You got nine ways to lose

♪ Nine ways to lose

(horn music)

- In my first life,

I formulated many of
my likes and dislikes.

I disliked my rock bed.

On the other hand,

you wouldn't believe the size
of the pteradon drumsticks

(whimsical horn music)

- About 10 million years ago,

the first cat crawled
out of the sea.

His first word was...

(gasps)

He had been holding his
breath for quite some time.

In those days, the first
'everything was crawling

up out of the sea:
the first snake.

The first chicken.

Crab grass.

The first real estate salesman.

And then came
the first girl cat.

"Oooman!"

Here, here, Oooman.

- Cat.

- "Cat" was caveman
talk for "darn it."

It wasn't long before
cave cat learned to talk.

"Foom!"

"Foom?"

"Foom! No, no, no."

Me-ow.

Meow!

Meow. Meow, meow.

(whistling)

Caveman soon
domesticated cave cat.

(meows)

- Good cat. Good cat!

Soon, cave cat learned
to live with his human

counterparts and spent
his time pretty much

as cats do now.

Ahem. Except for the
fire breathing mice.

Ah yes, those were simple times.

Times when people had
to entertain themselves.

- Big Bob, come.

- Who Big Bob?

- Big Bob big.

Big Bob bad.

Big Bob go whump, whump!

Whump.

Fear Big Bob.

Big Bob.

(panting)

Hence, cats instinctive
fear of dogs.

Big Bob slobbered

and ran away.

Cave cat give Big Bob
a piece of his mind.

Ah, ha, Big Bob.

Cave cat go whump,
whump, whump!!

Oooo, stay away
Big Bob or Cave cat

go whump, whump, whump!

- Alas, Big Bob returned
with the world's first

and last crab tree.

He wanted to play fetch.

Thus, the world's first
and last cave cat bought

the farm for failing to
field a fetched crab tree.

- 2000 BC was a good year
to be a cat in Egypt.

We were revered,
even worshipped.

Ahh, for the good old days.

(loud gong).

Ancient Egypt wasn't
the arid wasteland

you might expect.

Nah, it was bustling with
activity in 2000 B.C.

The pyramids were
still under construction.

In those days, we cats were
venerated and worshipped

because of the cat
goddess, Bastet.

She was the head of the
hierarchy of animal gods.

This was one Egyptian
belief that certainly got

no argument from us cats.

Me, I was known as King Cat.

I was the favorite cat
of King Amen Hotep the third.

I called him Junior.

Those were happy days.

I had my own personal
bevy of slave dogs

and for fun I'd go over
to the pyramids and torture

the construction workers.

To the pyramids, you mutts.

Let's get a move on.
(whip sound)

(Egyptian music)

It doesn't get any
better than this.

(Egyptian music)

Stay.

Did I ever tell you I
love it when you grovel?

Okay, okay, enough adoration.

Back to work!

(cracks whip)

♪ Whomp, whomp, boring.
Whomp, whomp, boring.

♪ Whomp, whomp boring.

- You know, guys...

What if we built a cube
instead of a pyramid?

- A cube? (groans)

- Okay, okay, big babies.

♪ Whomp, whomp, boring.
Whomp, whomp, boring.

♪ Whomp, whomp, boring.
♪ Whomp, whomp, boring.

- Alright, you. Back to work.

We got a deadline
to meet, you know.

I want these pyramids
built by Thursday.

- Hey, have a heart, mate.
I'm doing the best I can.

- If you know
what's good for you,

you'll get your
shoulder back to the stone.

(slave mumbles)

- What was that?

- I just said, if you
know what's good for you,

you'd be back at the
temple rather than here

picking on us poor slaves.

- And just what is
that supposed to mean?

- Read the glyphs, mate.
Writing's on the wall.

- I don't like
the looks of this.

- That's right, mate.
When the king croaks,

he takes all of his
worldly possessions with him.

And you are a possession.

Get the picture?

- I got the picture
all too clearly.

Ol' Junior's not even
bright enough to come in

out of a sandstorm and then
to complicate the situation,

his evil brother,
prince Black Bart,

has had his eyes on
the throne for some time now.

If my life time is
to coincide with Junior's,

I'd better get back there
and protect him from Bart.

Giddy up, you doggies.

Time's wastin'.

(soft background music)

(Junior sings)
- Do, do, do, dee, doop.

(Black Bart laughs)

- Hey, Junior.

Hey man, you know
I have a surprise for you.

- Ooooh, goody, goody, goody.
I just love surprises.

Where is it, where is it?

- It's through that door.

Go ahead and step
through the door.

I think you're
going to be surprised.

- Okay.

- Mush, mush!

- Shucks, I don't see
any surprise around here.

Oooo...

Sometimes that Black
Bart makes me so mad.

- Rats!

(Thud)

- Hey! You shoved me!

- I'd like to do
more than shove you.

I'd like to...

Huh?

I wonder that is.

Oh well, whatever it is,

it probably hasn't
been invented yet.

Then again, what do I know?

All dressed up and no
place to go, huh Junior?

(laughs)

What am I laughing about? I
should be conserving oxygen.

These crypts are air tight.

I only have enough
air to last about...

Let's see, this crypt
is about 80 by 40.

Let's see... 20 foot ceiling.

(ponders out loud)

(sighs) I'll run out
of air in roughly,

73 years.

(dog barking)

Slave dog,

boy am I glad to see you.

I'll see to it there's
a little something extra

in your next paycheck.

I owe ya one ol' buddy.

If there's anything I can ever
do for you, just let me know.

You know, slave dog, it's
friends like you that keep

this tired old
world going 'round.

- Be a good dog and
run over to the pyramids

and see how things are going.

(dog barks)

- Yes sir, right away, sir.

Anything you wish, sir.

Your wish is my command, sir.

I'd like to meet you in
a dark alley sometime, sir.

(dog barks)

- My third life was my favorite.

My body grew old,
but I never, never,

never grew up.

♪ Yellow and orange
skies filled with magic

♪ butterflies made
the morning a memory.

These were the mornings Cloey

and the orange
kitten liked best.

(whimsical music)

It seemed like it was
always summer in the garden.

Uncle Tod built the garden
during a very intense

period of just having fun.

He was known for that.

Singing and dancing and
being every bit a prankster,

he and the sun laughed a lot.

Uncle Tod joined
the circus one spring and

sort of willed the garden to
Cloey and the orange kitten.

From then on, the spirit
of Uncle Tod seemed to

loom over the plot,

like a great,
laughing apparition.

(an accordion plays)

This was not the normal
garden you might imagine.

No.

It was inspired by
the love of life

and the even greater
love of living it.

The garden had a few of the more
identifiable features, of course

like plants and
rocks and some fencing.

But the things
they really enjoyed

were not of the norm.

Designed into the
garden were things like,

tubes, cloves, and orbs of
the bubble and vinyl persuasion.

The hovering harmonica,
the skimming discs

made cheerful sounds

as they glided
from point to point.

Their lively syncopated
rhythms filled the air.

The great part was,
as Cloey and the kitten

moved from one area of
the garden to another,

the environment would change.

All the areas
were for fun making,

but only a special love
and understanding would

make the garden work.

They had a very strong bond.

A rare and valuable
treasure called

friendship.

It was a magic life.

An easy life.

A good life.

There was only one condition.

Before Uncle Tod
joined the circus,

He left the two a crystal
box on a checkered toadstool.

He told them never to
open the crystal box.

Cloey and the kitten

were not used to rules.

This never open the crystal box
on the checkered toadstool

rule was new to them.

And as all children
are want to do,

Cloey and the kitten were
overcome with curiosity.

They poked at the
crystal box, sniffed it,

and gazed longingly at
the simple-to-open latch.

There is something very
special about a box that

is not to be opened.

Finally, they
decided to take action.

They decided not to open it.

Ha, they danced right
by the crystal box,

never to give
it another thought.

They loved Uncle Tod

very much and were
grateful for the garden

and they lived
happily forever and ever,

and ever, and ever,
and ever and ever and ever.

(sings softly)

(soft orchestra music)

- I learned to think on
my feet in my fourth life.

Thinking was okay, I guess,

but now I avoid
it whenever possible.

The year is 1720.

I'm the cat of
the court musician to

King George the first.

My owner is a fellow named
George Frederic Handel.

I sit around and watch
Freddy write music for

George's dinner parties.

Freddy's putting the
finishing touches on a fugue

for a big bash tonight.

- Hello, Freddy.

What have we here?
- Go away, Jester.

I must have this
fugue done for tonight

or the king will have my neck.

(laughs)

- Fugue, fugue, you say?

This is a very
important occasion.

George is expecting a
concerto, don't you know?

- A concerto?

- Is there an echo?

That's right governor,
he's expecting a concerto.

- There's no time.

I can't possibly finish a
concerto by this evening.

- Aww.

That's too bad.

Aw well, if we can't
enjoy a concerto tonight,

we'll have fun at the execution.

- Execution?

- There's that echo again.

Oh well, ta-ta, Freddy.

Your concerto had
better be good.

You know how Georgy
hates to be disappointed.

- Here, cat.

I will take the first movement
and the second movement

and you do the finale.

Write fast.

There's not much time.

(a harp plays, sound
of glasses clinking)

- Your majesty.

Your 'majestress'.

For your listening
pleasure this evening,

it is my pleasure to present
Freddy and his chamber quartet,

who will play for you
an original concerto,

or so we hope,

on this very
auspicious occasion.

Freddy, if you please.

(guillotine sound)

(drum roll)

♪♪

(sound of paper ripping)

♪♪

(trombone sound)

♪♪

(slide show sounds)

(dramatic music)

(teeth chattering)

(background music)

(upbeat, blues music)

♪♪

- After that night, I
never wrote anymore music.

Had I stuck with it, there would
have been recording contracts,

the concerts, the agents,
the managers,

the roadies, the groupies.

It sounded like a
lot of work to me.

Life number five was short.

- Hey cat, you're
wanted on the set.

- I'll be right back.

- Cut!

Stunt cat.

Action!

- That's a wrap.

- Six must be my lucky number

because that's the life
I fell in love with music.

I also fell in love with
a girl who played the piano

just for me.

(soft piano music)

(sighs)
- Oh, what a pretty day.

Would you like to hear
a cat story, Patches?

(laughs) Well, I'm
going to tell you anyway.

My eighth birthday turned
out to be one of the most

memorable days of my life.

That was the day
I got a new kitten,

and I took my
first piano lesson.

Oh, I remember as
if it were yesterday.

I was sitting at the kitchen
table having breakfast,

when my mother came
into the room.

- Happy birthday, Sara.

I have something for you.

- A kitten!

Thank you, mommy.

- If you take good care
of your kitten, Sara,

it will be a good, good
friend for a long time to come.

- Mother suggested that
I name my new kitten Diana,

after the Roman
goddess of the hunt.

- Sara.

I have another
birthday surprise for you.

This is Mrs. Underwood.

She's going to
give you piano lessons.

- Aw, Mom.

I want to play with Diana.

- Come along, Sara.

Someday, you're going
to thank me for this.

- Alright Sara, let's begin.

(single piano notes)

- Diana, are you alright?

(cat meows)

During the next few months,

I worked very hard
at my piano lessons.

Every time I sat down to play,

I would feel this
little paw on my foot.

Diana was so tiny,

She couldn't get up
on the piano by herself.

I wanted to be a
better piano player,

because Diana
always seemed to sense

when I hit a wrong note.

(cat meows)

In just a few years,
I was becoming,

by Diana's standards,
a fairly good pianist.

(complex piano playing)

Diana loved my music,

and never seemed happier
than when I was playing.

Those were happy days.

I remember the sunshine
and soft summer breezes

and the fun Diana and I had.

It seemed as though Diana had
been part of my life forever.

I had even promised Diana
we would never, ever part.

Then came the day
I left for college.

That was a sad day.

I didn't know who I
was going to miss more,

my parents, or Diana.

Although I was a
young woman by the time

I graduated from college,

the little girl in me was
still eager to be with

Diana once again.

By that time, my
world had changed.

There were more people in my
life than Diana and my parents.

And I don't know
that Diana approved.

- Mother, father,

Lee and I have decided to marry.

- Oh, that's wonderful dear.

- Ouch.

- Diana!

You'd better pack
your bags, old girl.

You're going to be moving soon.

You're coming with me.

My parents had given Lee and me
the piano as a wedding present.

We really didn't
have the room for it,

But it was our most
important piece of furniture.

When little Billy came along,

Diana found a new friend.

I don't think Diana minded.

Too much.

By now, Diana was 14.

Diana could no longer
make it on her own

to the top of the piano.

But fortunately, neither
could little Billy.

That evening, I could tell
Diana wasn't feeling well,

so I put Billy to
bed early and performed

a whole concert just for Diana.

♪♪

I'd never played better.

♪♪ (intricate piano music)

When I finished,

Diana didn't want
to leave the piano.

Good night, Diana.

Sometime during the night,

Diana managed to get
down onto the keyboard.

She layed down,

put her face into
her folded paws,

and quietly passed away.

It was Diana's testament
to her love for my music.

Would you like me to play
something for you, Patches?

It's just as well.

- In my seventh life,
I was a laboratory animal.

To this day, everytime
I see a test tube,

I throw up.

(ominous music)

- Hold on to that cat
good and tight now, Larry.

Easy now fella.

Easy, there.

(cat meowing)

I don't know about you
Larry, but these experiments

sound like something out
of a horror movie to me.

- All I know is if
this research goes bad,

I'm gonna put plenty
of distance between me

and this laboratory.

(soft music)

- Larry, get 19-GB
ready for dissection.

We'll see if it experienced any

preliminary organ modification.

Get that cat!

- I'm trying, I'm trying!

(dramatic music)

(helicopter taking off)

(dramatic theme music)

(soft music)

(crickets chirping)

(dog barking)

(dog barking)

(water splashing)

(soft music)

(dog growling)

(dog howling)

(dogs barking)

- Anybody been down this hill?

- Way over there
by the hedgerow.

- Okay, look over here.

Sure Kevin, let's
call it off guys,

we'll never find him now.

- All that I
ever was made me what I am

in my eighth life.

Somehow, it's falling
short of my expectations.

(whimsical Italian music)

- Welcome to the
world, little fella.

I think I'll call you Garfield.

- I'm hungry, where are we, Mom?

- In the kitchen
of an Italian restaurant.

- Are Italians good to eat?

- You have a lot
to learn, Garfield.

(whimsical Italian music)

- Garfield the newborn
kitten is getting ready

to rub up against his first leg.

On my mark, get set,

rub up.

- Whoa!

(meowing and hissing)

(slurping)

(fireworks sounding)

I think I'm gonna like
this thing called eating.

(soft music)

Pasta, infinite
mountains of pasta.

Garfield one,
fettuccine nothing.

This spaghetti could stand
to be cooked a little longer.

- Come with me, kitty.

You eaten me outta my business.

I'm taken you kitty
to the pet shop.

I cant let him stay here.

- No, you can't
take him, he's too young.

- Aw, come on Mom,
I'm a big boy.

I'm five minutes old now.

Besides I'm getting
tired of hanging around

the house all the time.

- Take care of
yourself, little boy.

I love you.

- I love you too, Mom.

And thanks for everything
you've done for me.

I'll write when I get a chance.

(jazzy music)

(dogs barking)

Thanks for the ride.
Hi guys.

So, what's the program here?

- Oh, it's simple,
all you have to do

is look cute.

Someone comes in, buys
you, and takes you home.

- That shouldn't take long.

- Don't count on it.

Old Eli been here 17 years.

- I'm cute, take me home.

- Aah!

What's that?

- Oh that, that's a dog.

People actually buy them
and take them home as pets.

(bells ringing)

- Hello there, I'd
like to buy a cat.

- Take me, take me.

I'll catch you mice,
fetch your paper,

scratch your back, take me.

- Well this one seems friendly.

- I sleep till noon
and I desire my milk tepid.

I require three daily
scratchings and I eat

a pasta-based diet.

No substitutions.

(upbeat music)

- How are you this
morning, Garfield?

- I'm in a good mood,
I let the mailman live.

- Ah, sit down Garfield, I
have something to tell you.

- I am sitting down.

- You must be lonely, I
think you need a playmate.

- Not really, I have my mirror.

- So I bought a dog.

- Aah!

Oh no!

No, no, no, no, no, no.

- Your taking it
rather badly Garfield.

- I think I'm okay now.

Where is this dog?

(barking)

- Garfield meet Odie.

- Ah!

It's not a dog, its a tongue

with eyeballs and feet.

It's as though I know
Odie from a former life.

A bad one.

Well its taken a lot of hard
work, intimidation and abuse.

But it was worth the
effort to lay claim to my

position as the rightful
head of this household.

Odie, oh, Odie.

(barking)

Be a good boy and
fetch my slippers.

(barking)

(panting)

They're on the
wrong feet, dummy.

Now run, fetch my owner.

- You called, master?

- Ain't life great.

- I assume you would
like to have lunch now.

Yes and I desire a
picnic on the lawn.

- You want what?
- Read my lips, John,

I want to eat outside today.

- Very well sir.

- It's hard to find good help.

(lighthearted music playing)

C'mon Odie, it's
the ice cream truck.

(Odie barking)

You must have a
death wish, fella.

(horn sounding)

If Odie hadn't stopped me I
would've been a cat pancake.

A pavement pelt, a sail cat,
a greasy spot on Main Street.

(Odie whimpering)

You saved my life old buddy.

Listen, I may not be wildly
successful in this life, Odie,

but at least I'm
alive to live it.

And that means something.

I'll forever be
grateful to you Odie.

I'll never forget this.

(Odie barking)

Gather round children,
it's story time.

It was back in the 80's,
or was it the 90's?

Who cares?

At any rate, I was
a big TV celebrity.

And a mouser of some note.

Well sir, one day Odie and I
spotted the ice cream truck

across the street.

As Odie was just about
to run into the street,

I saw this big truck a-coming.

I had determined that Odie
was gonna be seriously hurt

if he crossed the street.

And so I wrestled him to the
ground at the last minute

before the truck came
rushing by and squashed him.

(growling)

(harp music)

I'd like to think I'd live
forever but hey, I'm only human.

Here's a sneak preview
of my ninth life.

(drum music)

Space.

One thing to be said for space,

there sure is a lot
of it out there.

So what do you do with space?

You can take part in
grand intergalactic

battles that encompass
whole solar systems.

Or you can bravely forge
new worlds of exploration

by traveling through
uncharted territory.

Or you can get lost.

Me, I'm lost.

Finding out where the heck I
am is still secondary though.

What I wanna know
is, why am I here?

- Welcome to space mister cat.

I suppose you are
wondering why you are here?

- A keen grasp of the obvious.

- Well, it is
really quite simple.

You see, all we require is
that you survive, Mr. Cat.

We are monitoring the
survival instincts of a cat

in his last life.

- In his last, what, last life?

- As you are well aware,
a cat has nine lives.

- And ah, don't tell me,

I'm living life number nine?

- I tell it like
it is, Baby Cakes.

- Well that's just great.

Somehow my lives didn't
mean so much when I had

a few of them to burn.

So here I am in the
one that really counts

and they stick me in
the middle of nowhere

in this time bomb.

Well I better gather
my wits about me.

My survival sounds like
a job for O, D, I, E.

My Operations Data
Index Element.

It's the smartest
machine in the galaxy.

Hey Odie, index and read all
variables for my survival

and give me a progressive plan.

- Arf.

- Arf, he says.

Odie must have been built
by the lowest bidder.

Well, I guess its up to me now.

Just what do I have on
hand to survive with.

Lets see, I have food, water,

artificial gravity

and sand.

Well time to start surviving.

Lets eat.

(jazzy piano)

(jazzy music)

Rats!

Oh well, everything tasted
like lettuce anyway.

(Odie barking)

Okay Odie, what is it?

Hey?

Where's gravity
when you need it?

(Odie barking)

What are you trying to say, Odie

(harp music)

Uh-oh.

- Hey you, kitty cat.

- What, who?

- I'm Commander Mendelson,

leader of the Incredibly
Huge Galactic War Fleet.

The IHGWF for short.

We do not like you being here.

And to show you we mean
business, we will atomize

your craft in five minutes.

Any questions?

I said, any questions!

- Only answers, Mack.

Here, take this!

I've been de-clawed.

Hey, guys, could you give
me just a little more time?

This place is a fright and
I couldn't meet my maker

looking like this.

Come on, have a heart.

- I'm sorry, we of the
IHGWF, have no hearts.

We do however appreciate
the tiny ship.

We will give you seven
minutes instead of five.

- Gee thanks.

There's not much time,
I need more hands.

That's it, hands.

If I could just get over
to the crew cloner here

I'll clone a crew mate

(machine ringing)

I hate vending machines.

- Six minutes.

- Hay Odie
we got to do something

about this gravity.

(Odie grunting and huffing)

That's it, the gravity
machine, pull the handle.

That's better.

Just when things look
bleak, something goes right.

(Odie grunting)

(device ringing)

The plot thickens.

- Five minutes!

- Now to get those guns working.

(dogs barking)

Get outta' here,
shoo, shoo, get back.

Why don't you guys play
in traffic or something.

That's it!

Odie,

take these guys down
to the launch platform.

Put these clones in the drones.

We'll launch an all out
attack on Commander Mendelson.

And his igwa-waga-haga-waga,
whatever.

Hurry!
(Odie barking)

Okay commander, brace yourself.

This cat has a thing
or two up his sleeve.

(heroic theme music)

Odie, are the drones
in place for launching?

(Odie barking)

Commander Mendelson, Commander
Mendelson, are you there?

- You have three minutes.

- What happened to four minutes?

- Well I eh...

- You what?

- I had to go
to the little boys room.

- I have a surprise
for you, Commander.

Take this!

(heroic theme music)

(jazzy band music)

Now I really got to
get those guns working.

- One minute.

- Boy what a day.

Lost, no food a twit for
a computer, an imbecile

for a crew mate but no matter.

I'm a hero and heroes don't die.

We always win our space battles.

This oughtta do it.

- Zero!

(loud popping)

- Nice touch.

- Names?

- Ah, my name is Garfield

and this is my friend, Odie.

(Odie whimpering)

- I understand you
boys had a rough go of it

in your last life.

- Yes sir, and
that's why I'm here frankly.

I know cats have nine lives
and I certainly appreciate

the opportunity to have them but

I don't think it
was fair for anyone

to put us in the
position we were in.

And I'm sorry but
that's the way it is.

- You're right.

- But sir, I...

I'm right?

- Yes you are,
you may have your life back.

(Odie barking)

Ooh, by the way,
which life was that?

- You mean, which
life of my nine was that?

- Yes.

- You mean you don't keep track?

- Normally I do
but our computers are on

the blink right now.

- Why that was my um,

my first life sir.

- Very well, and your
entitled to all nine lives.

And your friend there
is he a cat too?

- Well...
(Odie whimpering)

Yeah, he is.

- Meow.

- Then so be it.

You both have all nine lives.

We have to stick
together, you know.

(bluesy band music)