"Who should we pick up first?" Arlene asked
"Well.. Squeak would be the closest, because he does live in the walls of our house.. Oh. Uh oh." Garfield realized
"Arrf!!" Odie whined.
The rest of the walk was quiet. They soon arrived at the rubble that merely an hour ago was the Arbuckle residence.
"Squeak?" Arlene cried out "Squeak?"
They received not a squeak in return. Odie dug his paws through the bricks and plaster, hoping to find something. They walked around, calling and checking under any still intact furniture and floorboards. Arlene spotted a grey ball, nestled under a dog bowl. He was still breathing.
"Squeak! You survived, how are you holding up?"
"More anxious than anything, That blast hit right through the kitchen! If I hadn't ran out of the way, I'd be toast."
"Well, no time to calm down now. You need to help us break into the president's office." Garfield explained.
"What?? You mean Almren?" Squeak bit his little mouse claws nervously. "That cat could pick me right up and eat me. No way."
"Come on, you're the only one small enough to pick the locks."
"Well, what's in this for me? What would I get from risking my life for some riot against our government? Almren is the cutest cat in the country, I'd feel bad upsetting him."
"You'd get all the cheese you can imagine." Arlene bribed. "Don't you miss eating cheese?"
"Errkk.. Well.." Squeak thought for a minute and sighed. " Ok. but as soon as I get that door open for you, I'm out."
"Yes! Now come with us." Garfield declared. "We're going to pick up my grandmother from the farmhouse."
"How fun." Arlene joked.
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Garfield and The War on Lasagna
Short StoryThe world of Garfield takes a dark turn when all Italian food is banned by an evil dictator: President Almren. How will Garfield rebel? Will he ever eat lasagna again? Story I wrote for my English class. Only prompt was to write something dystopian...
