(The boat cuts through the open sea. Sheen smiles as he watches Worcestershire shrinking away on the horizon.)

Sheen: I can't believe it... me a Mayor? I...I mean I knew I came from royalty and all, but I just figured everyone forgot about me.

(He looks out to sea, disbelieving.)

Garfield: Oh no, in fact, the Mayor asked for you personally.

(Sheen smiles.)

Sheen: Really? Wow! Look, I know it's not all gonna be fun and games.

Garfield: It really is all fun and games, actually. Sure, you have to knight a few heroes, launch a ship or two. By the way, make sure you hit the boat just right with the bottle.

Sheen: Boat with the bottle? Any idiot can hit a boat with a bottle.

(Garfield chuckles sheepishly.)

Garfield: Well, I've heard it's harder than it looks.

Sheen: Whoa!! This is gonna be huge. Parties, princesses, buildings... princesses.

SpongeBob: It's gonna be great, Sheen. You'll be living in the lap of luxury. They got the finest chefs around waiting for you to place your order.

(N jumps up onto the railing next to Sheen.)

N: And fortunately, you'll have the royal food tasters.

Sheen (intrigued): Oh yeah? What do they do?

N: They taste the food before the Mayor eats, to make sure it's not poisoned.

Sheen: Poisoned?

(Garfield senses trouble and immediately steps in.)

Garfield: Or too salty!

(Garfield turns to N and SpongeBob, trying to shut them up.)

SpongeBob (to Sheen): Don't worry about it. You'll be safe and sound with the help of your bodyguards.

Sheen: Bodyguards?

N: All of them, willing at a moment's notice to lay down their own lives out of devotion to you.

Sheen: Really?

N: Yes, and the whole town will look to you for wisdom and guidance.

(Behind Sheen, Garfield mouths "shut up" to N and SpongeBob.)

SpongeBob: Just make sure they don't die of famine.

N: Or plague.

SpongeBob: Oh, plague is bad.

N: The coughing, the groaning, the festering sores.

(Garfield interrupts with a mock laugh.)

Garfield: Oh! Festering sores! Hey, you are one funny drone.

N: What did I say?

Garfield: We don't want Sheen here getting the wrong idea.

(Garfield motions to Sheen, but he's gone. They all look around.)

Garfield (cont'd): Uh, Sheen?

(The boat suddenly pitches to the right. Garfield braces himself. N and SpongeBob tumble away.)

All: Whoa!

(Sheen swings the wheel around, sending the boat back in the direction of his school. Garfield works his way into the cabin and gains control of the wheel. The drunken Popeye slides by.)

Popeye: Whoa! Oh, there goes my hip.

Garfield: Sheen!

(Garfield turns the wheel the other way.)

Garfield (cont'd): What are you doing?!

(The boat veers again, heading back toward Las Vegas. Sheen falls to the ground and slides to the back of the boat. A shuffleboard stick slides next to Sheen. He grabs it.)

Sheen: What does it look like?!

(He jams it in the boat's wheel. The boat lurches. He swings the boat back in the other direction. Garfield rises up and grabs the wheel and turns it.)

Garfield: This really isn't up to you!

(Sheen falls underneath the wheel. He stands up, shoving the wheel back the other way.)

Sheen: But I don't know anything about being Mayor!

Garfield: You'll learn on the job!

(SpongeBob and N roll across the deck.)

SpongeBob: Whoaaa!

(Garfield grabs the wheel and swings it around. Sheen yanks the wheel. They wrestle for control.)

Sheen: Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm going back!

Garfield: Back to what? Being a loser?!

(As soon as the word leaves his lips, Garfield knows he's gone too far. Sheen lets go of the wheel, leaving Garfield to yank hard on it. He pulls the steering column from the decking.)

Garfield (cont'd): Now look what you did!

Sheen: Look what I did? Who's holding the wheel, chief?

(SpongeBob climbs up onto the railing. He is seasick and is about to puke when he sees jagged rocks ahead.)

SpongeBob (swallowing; then shouting): Garfield!

(Garfield desperately sets the wheel back down and tries to steer the ship clear of the rocks. The camera pans past the boat. Off-screen we hear the boat crash into the rocks.)

Popeye (O.S.): Land ho!

(Garfield, holding N and SpongeBob, staggers onto a small beach. He glares at Sheen, who pulls himself out of the surf. Garfield drops N and SpongeBob.)

(N, tired of being wet, shakes himself vigorously.)

Garfield: Oh, nice going, Your Highness.

Sheen: Oh, so now it's "Your Highness?" What happened to "loser?" Huh?

Garfield: Hey, if you think this is getting you out of anything, well it isn't. We're heading back to Las Vegas one way or another, and you're gonna be a father!

(Sheen raises an eyebrow. N and SpongeBob stare at Garfield uncomfortably.)

Sheen: What?

SpongeBob (clearing his throat): A-hem. You just said father...

Garfield: You're... I said mayor. You're gonna be Mayor!

Sheen (imitating Garfield): "You're gonna be Mayor!" Yeah right.

(Sheen shakes his head and marches down the beach toward a path into the woods.)

Garfield: Where do you think you're going?

Sheen: Far Far Away... from you!

Garfield: You get back here, young man, and I mean it!

(Sheen keeps climbing.)

N: Uh boss, I don't think he's coming back and maybe it's for the best. He is not exactly mayor material.

(Garfield looks towards Sheen.)

SpongeBob: When were you planning on telling him that you were really supposed to be Mayor?

Garfield: Oh, c'mon, now why would I do that? Besides, he'll be ten times better at it than me.

(Garfield starts off after Sheen. SpongeBob jumps in front of Garfield.)

SpongeBob: Hey, whoa ho ho, Garfield. Then you're gonna have to change your tactics if you want to get anywhere with this kid.

Garfield: You're right, SpongeBob.

(Garfield picks up a piece of driftwood.)

Garfield: What about this?

(SpongeBob shakes his head in disgust.)

SpongeBob: Garfield!

(Garfield tosses the log.)

Garfield: Oh, c'mon. It's just a joke. (laughs) Still...

(Garfield walks off, trying to catch up to Sheen.)