(Outside, a familiar washed-up deal maker was in the trash, looking for scraps, as he saw a plate and licked it, trying to get some flavor. Then he heard the door slam as he hid, but saw Garfield storm out, with Pomni following.)

Pomni: Unbelievable.

Garfield: Tell me about it! Those villagers...

Pomni: I'm not talking about the villagers, Garfield. I'm talking about you. Is this really how you want to remember the kids' first birthday?

Garfield: Oh, great. So this is all my fault?

Pomni: Yes. But you know what? Let's talk about this after the party, at home.

Garfield: You mean that roadside attraction we live in? (mockingly) Step right up! (does a mocking jolly dance) See the dancing cat! Don't worry! He won't bite!

(He then took off the party hat, smashed it, and threw it to the ground.)

Garfield: I used to be a vicious tabby cat. Now I'm just a jolly orange joke!

Pomni: Okay, okay, maybe you're not the vicious tabby cat you used to be, but maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Garfield: I wouldn't expect you to understand. It's not like you're a jester. You spent half your life in a palace.

Pomni: (solemnly) And the other half locked away in a tower.

Garfield: Look, all I want is for things to go back to the way they used to be! Back when villagers were afraid of me, and I could take a bath tub in peace. When I could do what I wanted, when I wanted to do it! Back when the world made sense!

Pomni: You mean back before you rescued me from the Demon Lady's Keep?

Garfield: Exactly!

(She looked at him, appalled by the answer, and a long silence followed before Pomni spoke quietly, feeling hurt.)

Pomni: Garfield, you have three beautiful children, a wife who loves you, friends who adore you. You have everything. Why is it the only person who can't see that is you?

(She then turned away and went to the door, looking back at her husband.) 

Pomni:

(Who only gave a bitter look before she went back inside. Garfield just stood there before turning and walking away bitterly.)

Garfield: That's just great.

(As he left, Kikimora peeked out, and her pet goose, who was now freakishly larger than she was before, peeked out of another trash can, eating some trash. Kikimora smirked evilly, knowing this was her chance to finally get back at the tabby cat who put her out of business.)

Kikimora: