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[snoring] [clock ringing]

[upbeat music]

[Twilight Zone theme]

[narrator] Do not attempt to adjust the picture.

You are about to enter another dimension.

A dimension of sight and sound and lasagna.

A dimension known as...

The Garfield Zone.

Uh-oh!

This looks like it's going to be one of those real weird episodes.

[joyful music]

[narrator] This unremarkable house in this unremarkable neighborhood

belongs to Jon Arbuckle, who is, oddly enough,

unremarkable.

And this somewhat overweight creature

is Jon Arbuckle's cat, Garfield,

about to wreak havoc and terror.

Translation: I'm waiting for the mailman.

[engine approaching]

[triumphant laughter]

[sigh of relief]

-[slashing sound] -No!

You should check your oil more often, you're down a quart.

I quit!

I'm going home!

Then you won't be needing this lunch you packed, right?

Mmmm!

Liverwurst.

Wow!

[narrator] The next morning, fate comes early.

[doorbell]

[Garfield] Arbuckle! Door!

[insisting doorbell]

Jon Arbuckle?

I am Pr. Bonkers,

head of scientific-type research at Postal headquarters.

You and your cat are to come with us.

What if we don't want to?

[Garfield snoring]

We brought you here to correct a situation

that is intolerable and in sorry need of correction.

We cannot have citizens' pets

terrorizing our mailmen.

Oh, that. [sniffing]

Hey, I smell something edible.

Mr. Arbuckle,

you have been selected to participate in an experiment

that will revolutionize mail delivery as we know it.

Here is the mail that was to be delivered to you this morning.

I am going to de-molecularize it.

[laser sound]

Hey! My mail!

There was a letter there from my mother!

[laser sound]

Your mail, Mr. Arbuckle.

Observe!

The proper way for a pet to pester a postman!

[aggressive meowing]

Oh, that hurt.

Uh... Missed.

What is that?

From now on,

your mail will be delivered by a holographic mailman.

"A holographic mailman?"

A three-dimensional image capable of delivering digitized mail.

We had to find a way of protecting our mailmen

from creatures such as your cat.

[laughing] Have a nice day, Mr. Arbuckle!

I've got to have another run at this!

Oh, this is terrible.

What am I going to do?

I know what I'll do.

I'll have another taco.

-Hey! -Too late.

[narrator] And so, the cat licked the plate clean.

But what he didn't realize was that a tiny drop of taco sauce

dripped off one whisker and fell into the computer master control.

A drop that would short circuit and reprogram things

so the cybermailman would no longer deliver today's mail.

He would begin to deliver...

tomorrow's mail!

[joyful music]

Too bad, cats!

Sorry, dogs!

You won't have this mailman to kick around anymore!

Especially this cat!

[laughing]

[transmission sounds]

[video game music]

Morning, Mr. Arbuckle.

Oh!

Your mail.

Uh... Thanks.

Oh, wait.

I have your morning newspaper for you, too.

Have a nice day.

[Odie muttering sadly]

He's out there, Odie.

And he's mocking me.

Mmm. This is odd.

This newspaper I just got has the winning lottery numbers in it.

But I thought the drawing wasn't until tonight.

And this is even odder.

This isn't today's date on the newspaper.

It's tomorrow's date!

[narrator] That afternoon, he bought a ticket.

The numbers in the newspaper were one, seven,

twenty three, thirty, forty, forty one.

Bonus number twenty one.

[TV] It's time for this week's winning lottery numbers.

They are as follows :

one, seven, twenty three, thirty, forty and forty one.

The bonus number, twenty one.

Ha! I have all the numbers!

I'm rich! I'm filthy rich!

What say we join him, Odie?

[muttering]

[celebrating]

[Jon kisses the newspaper]

And I owe it all to somehow getting tomorrow's newspaper today!

Gee. I wonder if tomorrow,

I'll get the newspaper for the day after.

[narrator] And as it turned out, that's exactly what happened.

[mailman] Here you go, Mr. Arbuckle.

Yes!

[narrator] And so, every day, he bought another lottery ticket.

Three, thirteen, twenty two, thirty one,

forty one, forty two. Bonus number eleven.

[narrator] And every evening, he won.

[anchor] That would be three, thirteen, twenty two, thirty one,

forty one, forty two. Bonus number, eleven.

[yawning]

Another million dollars.

Maybe I'll take tomorrow off and I won't enter the lottery.

[crashing]

That's cute!

On second thought, I'd better enter.

I may need that money.

[narrator] Soon, everyone knew of his incredible luck.

Mr. Arbuckle,

you've now won the lottery forty-two times in a row.

How the heck do you do it?

Oh, I guess I'm just a good guesser.

I suppose you're going to turn over your fortune

to some famous investment expert like Bernie Scamberry

who'll triple it.

Well, mostly I've been feeding my cat.

I haven't decided what to do.

Hey, what was that name again?

Triple my money. Hmm...

[narrator] An hour later, Jon Arbuckle was in the office

of the famed investment counselor, Bernard Scamberry.

Here it is, Mr. Scamberry.

A certified check for everything I've won.

Good, and I'll take care of your money!

Oh, this is a mistake.

[Odie muttering]

Yeah.

I would have used it to buy every Italian restaurant in town.

Oh, and with the change,

I would have picked up a little hot dog cart.

[laughing]

You won't regret this, Mr. Arbuckle.

I turn millionaires into billionaires.

And billionaires into trillionaires.

Great, Bernie.

I just know I can trust you.

[thunder]

Looks like rain.

You think it's going to rain? I can check.

I can look at tomorrow's newspaper and see if it rained today.

Uh-huh.

It says today was cloudy but no precipitation.

See? It says it right here, under the photo of Bernie.

Bernie?

"Authorities say investment counselor Bernard Scamberry

has fled to Brazil with millions of dollars in clients' money."

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

He's gone!

So is your money!

[Odie barking]

[narrator] And now from the window, they could almost hear him say...

When I get to Brazil,

I'll send you a postcard!

With your money!

[laughing]

[Jon] Oh...

[Garfield sighs] It's looks like Bernie made off with the money!

Well, it's not so bad.

As long as I'm getting newspapers from the future,

I can still win the lottery and make it all back.

I haven't bought a ticket for tonight's drawing.

Let's see what the winning numbers are.

[Garfield surprised]

Hey! Read that!

What's so important, Garfield?

Mmm? "Mysterious explosion destroys post office experimental lab."

That's that place they took us to.

Too bad about that, but...

Oh!

[narrator] Arbuckle and his cat raced for the lab.

Their intentions were good, but they hadn't realized something.

You cannot change the future.

Something is amiss with the central core of the cybermailman digitizer.

There seems to be a short circuit.

How could that have happened?

It is impossible!

Unless, of course, someone dripped taco sauce inside of it.

[tires squealing]

[horn]

[horn]

[suspenseful music]

Hurry, guys! Hurry!

This is the post office!

Nobody hurries around here!

I smell smoke.

Is there any chance of that thing blowing up?

None whatsoever.

I would stake my reputation on it.

[Odie barking]

This lab is about to explode!

I will not, however, stake my life on it.

[engine whistling]

[screaming]

[explosion]

Well, there goes the cybermailman project.

It will be years before we could restore it.

Which means no more future newspaper deliveries to me.

But that's not the worst part of it.

[narrator] No, the worst part of it was that Herman Post,

courier letter carrier,

had to go back to delivering mail the old fashioned way.

[splashing]

[laughing] I did it!

I delivered the mail without running into that cat!

Wow!

That's what you get for bringing nothing but bills all the time.

No!

[Garfield laughing]

[sobbing] Oh, no, no!

[narrator] Submitted for your approval,

a mailman who thought science could catapult him

into a future without cats.

He should have known there's no escaping destiny in...

the Garfield Zone.

I told you this was going to be one of those weird episodes.

[upbeat music]

Subtitling: ECLAIR