(Back at Kikimora's palace, the dictator, not wearing any wigs, was staring at the hourglass with the sands of Garfield's time running, and she gave a sigh.)

Kikimora: Some people like to look at the goblet as--as half empty.

(She then turned to a table where some of her witches were sitting, and each had her own cupcake.)

Kikimora: Me, I like to look at it as half full. We've gone from the bottom to the top, ladies, but we're not just an empire, we're a family. Everyone has got their cupcake? Cupcake? Cupcake? Good. Yes? (to one of the witches) Baba?

(The witch named Baba nodded.)

Kikimora: Good.

(She then walked around the table as she continued.)

Kikimora: Yeah, you know, we have put away a lot of animals. And so one got away. Who cares? It's not a big deal. It doesn't matter to me.

(One of the witches who was eating her cupcake nodded in agreement.)

Kikimora: It's not like it's the end of the world.

(Then she came to the edge of the table, with the tone of her voice becoming a bit sharper.)

Kikimora: Except, funny thing...

(She motioned to the witch she was near to help her upon the top of the table, and that's what she did, and the villain began to rant.)

Kikimora: Now that I think about it, the cat who got away is Garfield! (with frustration rising in her voice) And if he shares a kiss with Pomni by sunrise, it IS the end of the world! OUR world! MY EMPIRE!!

(Fifi, resting nearby, honked loudly. Then Kikimora exhaled, calming down a bit, as she continued speaking more calmly, though her voice still had a hint of danger to it.)

Kikimora: But, as I was saying, (takes pitcher of water and pours it into glass) I like to look at the goblet as half full.

(The witches gasped and whimpered in fear, knowing that she might use it to melt any one of them.)

Kikimora: Yelling makes me so parched. Would anyone care for some water?

(She began to walk across the table and shove the glass of water in one of the panicked witches' faces.)

Kikimora: Wet your whistle?

(She shook her head 'no' in fear as Kikimora slyly walked over to another panicked witch.)

Kikimora: A clear, crisp, delicious glass...of aqua purificada?

(She nervously declined as well.)

Kikimora: Anybody thirsty? Nobody thirsty? No? (puts pitcher down) Well, then does anyone care to tell me what it's going to take to get this cat?!

(She narrowed her eyes and pointed to Broomsy Witch.)

Kikimora: You.

Broomsy Witch: Faster brooms?

Kikimora: No!

Hat Witch: (scared) Pointier hats?

Kikimora: No! (to another witch) You!

Witch: Maybe we could hire a professional bounty hunter?

(She shouted and stomped her feet in frustration before splashing the water onto the witch, melting her like a certain other witch.)

Witch: (as she's melting) What a world! What a world!

(Soon, as the steam cleared and there was nothing left of that witch but a soggy pile of her clothes. Then, Kikimora pondered the suggestion.)

Kikimora: You know, actually not a bad idea. (points to Baba) Baba!

(Baba jumped out of her chair in fear.)

Kikimora: I need a bounty hunter. And if music doth soothe the savage beast...(chortles evilly a bit) then I think I might know just the person!

(She dipped her finger in the frosting of the cupcake and licked the frosting right off, giving a malicious grin.)

(Back at the resistance camp, a meeting was being held inside a tree, with Garfield and SpongeBob, who was untied, looking from the outside through some holes in the trees. Pomni has gathered Otis, Sandy Cheeks, Pig, and some other animals to discuss a battle plan, which was set out on a rock table, with little model figures and everything.)

Pomni: Listen up, everyone. Word has come from Las Vegas. Kiki is leading tonight's animal hunt herself.

(The animals started murmuring.)

Animals: (randomly) He's never done that before. What? Why?

SpongeBob: I bet that's because of us.

Garfield: Shhh!

Otis: If that cupcake-eating gremlin finally leaves the safety of her filthy witch nest, she'll be vulnerable.

Pomni: The plan's simple.

(She starts moving a model of the carriage with a couple of witches along a path, with the animal models off to the side and Pomni's model on top of a cliff.)

Pomni: If they follow the usual patrol route, they'll reach the river by midnight. We'll be concealed along this road, waiting for his caravan. Once they reach the clearing, I'll give the signal.

(Pomni pressed the top of her model's head, making its arm raise up a sword it had, which would be the signal.)

Pomni: And then we attack!

(She raised her actual dagger and used it to slide the animal models toward the witch models, knocking the latter down and off the table.)

Pomni: And when the smoke clears...

(Then she noticed a model of Pig with some sort of wagon.)

Pomni: Wait, what's this?

Pig: That's my chimichanga stand.

Pomni: No, Pig. We won't be needing that.

Pig: Trust me, Pomni. Y'all gonna be really hungry after this ambush, okay?

(She only gave a small smirk, deciding to humor him.)

Pig: Go ahead and finish your little speech.

Pomni: All right, as I was saying, when the smoke clears, Kikimora is gone and the chimichangas have been eaten. Las Vegas will finally be free.

Otis: And so will we.

Pomni: Spread the word. We move out as soon as Kiki leaves the palace.

(The other animals chattered in agreement, while outside, Garfield and SpongeBob looked concerned.)

SpongeBob: Man, this is serious!

Garfield: (slumps back) Tell me about it. How am I ever gonna get her to kiss me before sunrise?

SpongeBob: Actually, I was talking about the revolution.

Garfield: Revolution?

(He only gave a scoff.)

SpongeBob: Why don't you just tell her what you told me? About how you're her true love and you came from an alternate universe.

Garfield: (sarcastically) Well, while I'm at it, why don't I tell her that you're married to a demon lady and you have little, mutant sponge-demon babies.

(Hearing this made SpongeBob stunned and interested a bit.)

SpongeBob: I do?!

Garfield: You saw what happened. She's gonna think I'm crazy.

SpongeBob: I'm a daddy?

(He then glanced at a frog nearby, getting a new idea.)

Garfield: You know what? If I got Pomni to kiss me once...

(He then blew the frog up like a balloon exactly like he did before.)

Garfield: Then I can do it again.

(Garfield started to head inside Pomni's tent. He peered his head inside.)

SpongeBob: Garfield, do my babies have horns or no horns?

Garfield: I'll tell you later after this. Hello? Pomni?

(He went inside with the frog balloon tied to a string attached to a small gift basket he had. He looked around, seeing a shield and weapons hung up. Until he hears a kitchen sound, and reveals a drone. It was N in a butler dress)

Garfield: N?

N: Did you just sneak in, to her Tent?

Garfield: (sets basket down) N, what happened to you? You look red...

(The drone glared, knowing he was about to say the obvious word.)

Garfield: Re...sponsible and fancy.

N: Do I know you?

Garfield: Well, where's your coat? 

N: Coat? For a me?

(N grabs a milk)

Garfield: But you're Serial Designation N.

N: (pops lid off bottle) I use to be.

Garfield: That's not the only thing you've use to.

N: (pours milk into cup and sets the bottle down) Look, I may have let myself go a little since retirement, but hanging up my sword was the best decision of my life. I have all the milk I can drink and all the mice I can throw it out.

(A mouse appeared, licking from the cup and the drone glanced at it.)

N: Eh, I'll get him later. As a matter a fact, sharing is caring.

(He drink from the cup, which he was apparently sharing with the mouse. Garfield put his hands on the sides of his head in dismay.)

Garfield: N, what have I done to you? You've gone soft.

(The drone went back to his seat.)

N: (yawns) Well, I do get break twice a day.

(He laid back in relaxation.)

Garfield: Look, it's not too late to fix it. All you have to do is help me get a kiss from Pomni.

(At this time, Pomni came back and was not happy to see Garfield inside her tent without permission.)

Pomni: What are you doing?

Garfield: (turns around) Hey!

Pomni: Can I help you with something?

Garfield: Well, I know how stressful mounting a rebellion can be, rallying the troops, planning attacks and rescue Las Vegas, so I brought you a little something to ease the tension.

(He held up the gift basket, but she didn't seem impressed.)

Pomni: A gift basket?

Garfield: You're welcome. So let's see what you got.

(He then got out each different gift from the basket.)

Garfield: Heart-shaped box of chocolates.

Garfield: A vanilla-scented candle.

(He sniffed the candle.)

Garfield: Mmm.

Pomni: Look, this really isn't the...

Garfield: What's this? (holds out a homemade coupon book) Coupons! Let's see, "Good for one free foot massage." "Olive Garden!" Oh, and here's one.

(He came to one that had a childish drawing of his face on it.)

Garfield: "Good for one free kiss."

Garfield:

Garfield: Let's cash it now.

Pomni: Look, I don't know what this is all about, but I'm trying to run a revolution. So unless you have Kikimora's head in there, I suggest you take your gift basket, get out of my tent and go make yourself useful!

Garfield: Wow. You're right. I am sorry. I was just trying to be friendly. (holds out hand) No hard feelings?

(Pomni decided to shake his hand.)

Garfield: An apologetic hug?

(The two hugged.)

Garfield: And a quick kiss goodbye.

(She quickly stopped him, grabbed his arm and placed it behind his back, forcing him to leave.)

Garfield: Wait! Is that mistletoe I see?

(He was then thrown out of the tent on his back before SpongeBob came to him with a grin.)

SpongeBob: Hey, Garfield! Are my babies cute, or do they make people feel uncomfortable?

(Back inside the tent,)

Pomni: Where'd we find that guy?

(N, meanwhile, looked at his own reflection in the shield, and thought about the little talk between him and Garfield.)

N: Could it be true? Have the years of prim and working hard made me soft?

Pomni: Don't be silly. Now what's for dinner?

N: Salmon, with bread.