Author's Note:

Looks like it's time for another adventure featuring Garfield and his wonderful friends! Let's see what our favorite feline is up to today!

Our story begins inside Garfield's house, where we see him sleeping in his nice, box bed.

Jon then approached Garfield, looking pretty distraught. "Garfield! How could you be napping on a beautiful sunny day like today?"

"I let the fates decide for me." Garfield said in his thoughts before going back to sleep.

Jon picked up Garfield and put him outside.

"Some people just don't believe in fate." Garfield shrugged. "What else could go wrong today?"

He then walked around the yard, only to find Odie with a stick in his mouth.

"Bark! Bark!" said Odie.

"Oh yeah, that." Garfield thought as he saw Odie. "Let me guess, you want me to throw the ball so you can fetch it, right?"

"Ruff!" Odie nodded.

Garfield sighed, picked up the stick, and threw it right at the fence. Unfortunately, he threw it a little too hard, and the ball bounced right off the fence, and bonked Garfield right on the head. Garfield was knocked out cold.

Odie gasped. "Arf! Arf!"

He ran into the house to get Jon and Lyman's help.

Lyman looked down at Odie. "Odie? What is it boy? Is it a fire?"

"Bark! Bark!" Odie repeated.

"A tornado?" asked Jon.

"Bark! Bark!" Odie pointed to the back door and ran outside.

Jon and Lyman followed Odie to the yard, where they found Garfield looking all dizzy and his eyes spinning around.

Jon ran over to the dizzy-looking Garfield and tried to wake him up, "Garfield! Garfield! Are you awake? Are you alright buddy?!"

"Garfield? Who's Garfield?" Garfield rubbed his head.

Jon gasped. "Oh no! Guys! Garfield has lost his memory!"

"What makes you say that?" Lyman raised his eyebrow.

"An owner just knows, baby." Jon replied.

"I do seem to remember being hungry, though." Garfield thought as he saw a lemon cake in the house.

The guys took Garfield inside and set him down to the floor, where he started to walk around.

"Gee, I sure don't remember much, but I certainly wonder what I am..." he thought as he wandered around the house. "Maybe having amnesia isn't so bad. After all, people can tell me what a great person I am."

Garfield then walked towards a mirror and saw his reflection, which scared him half to death.

He shrieked. "Oh no! I'm...I'm hideous! I'm...I'm a cat! No wonder I can't talk!"

Jon, Lyman, and Odie observed what the amnesiac Garfield was doing and saw that he was panicked of the sight of his reflection.

"So how are we gonna get Garfield back to normal?" Lyman asked Jon.

"Maybe if he looks at some old memories, maybe he'll be cured." suggested Jon. "It can't hurt to try."

"We'd better think of something, cause I think his road to recovery is missing a turnpike." Lyman remarked as he saw Garfield.

For their first strategy, Jon and Lyman placed Garfield and Odie on the counter together, hoping that Garfield would remember his best buddy.

"Here Garfield, this is Odie, your bestest buddy!" Jon told Garfield. "You remember him, right?"

Garfield smiled at Odie and stuck out his hand. "Awww. What a sweet little doggy. Put her there, boy!"

Odie gasped and ran away. "Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!"

"Gee, I wonder why he ran away..." Garfield thought.

In their next attempt, Jon brought Pooky over to Garfield.

"Come on Garfield," said Jon "It's Pooky. Your favorite toy ever! Surely this must jog you down to Memory Lane, right?"

Garfield walked away. "Don't be ridiculous. What would a cat want with a teddy bear? A kitten maybe, but not a cat."

Jon, Odie, and Lyman were shocked and all had a single tear shed from their right eyes. This even happened to Pooky, strangely enough.

Throughout the whole week, Garfield's amnesia sure wasn't getting any better, and nothing could jog his memory. However, something happened when he came across a plate of hamburgers.

"Amnesia is a strange thing, I don't seem to remember a thing." he thought. "But that plate of food surely gives me an appetite."

Garfield then gobbled the burgers down in just a few chews.

"I do remember being hungry, though." he patted his stomach.

Garfield walked out of the doggy door and stood by the door, pondering on what he should do next to get his memory back.

"Gee, this amnesia thing is pretty weird." he thought. "Nothing I can seem to remember except for my hunger."

Just then, the mailman arrived to deliver letters to the house, and something had occurred to Garfield. He then pounced right on the mailman and started attacking him. As soon as he was done, he walked back inside, with the mailman all beat up and lying down.

"Why me?" he sighed.

As soon as Garfield walked back into the house, he saw Jon with something in his hand.

"Hopefully, this will jog Garfield's memory back." said Jon.

Garfield leaped up to the counter and Jon showed him what was in his hands.

"Look Garfield, it's Nermal!" Jon showed the kitten in his hands to Garfield. "Doesn't that make you wanna do something?"

Garfield stared at the kitten, who waved at him.

He smiled. "Why yes. Yes, it does."

Garfield then pet Nermal's head really gently and smiled at the gray tabby. "What a sweet little kitty cat. Hello little kitty cat."

Nermal purred as Garfield kept petting him.

Jon sighed and tossed Nermal aside, frustrated and starting to lose hope.

"Well Jon, it looks like we're gonna have to try some drastic measures." said Lyman. "You must do the ultimate..."

Jon gasped. "You don't mean?"

"Yep!" Lyman nodded. "Bring out the big guns!"

After an hour, Jon came back to Garfield with a delicious pan of his favorite food in the whole wide world, lasagna.

"Here you go, Garfield! Here's a nice, tasty lasagna!" Jon said as he handed his cat the pan. "All just for you, old buddy!"

"No thanks. Cheese isn't really good for a cat's delicate palette." Garfield pushed the pan back to Jon.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Jon screamed at the top of his voice.

Jon, Lyman, and Odie took Garfield to the vet to get him examined.

"He does seem to be a bit sore, what makes you think he's got amnesia?" Liz asked Jon.

"He's kind, polite, considerate, and he doesn't want to empty the fridge!" Jon panicked.

"And you want him back to normal?" Liz raised her eyebrow.

Jon thought for a moment. "Well..."

"Jon..." Lyman folded his arms.

Odie whimpered and nodded his head.

Jon sighed. "You're right guys. Garfield wouldn't be himself if he wasn't his old self. You got any ideas on how to change Garfield back to normal, Liz?"

"Well, since it was a hit on his head that caused him to have amnesia, another hit on the head should change him back." Liz explained as she handed Jon a reflex hammer. "Here you go."

"So you want me to tap Garfield's head?" Jon asked Liz. "I can't do such a thing!"

Just then, the mailman showed up. "May I be of assistance?"

"Stay out of this!" Jon glared at Herman.

Jon gently knocked Garfield on the head with the hammer thing, to which Garfield retaliated with a bonk on the head.

Garfield hissed. "Hey! What do you think you're doing, Jon?"

Just then, something came to his mind.

"Hey! I remember! It's me! I'm Garfield!" Garfield said in his thoughts.

"Bark! Bark!" Odie licked Garfield.

"Get off me!" Garfield picked up Odie and kicked him off the table.

"Boy howdy!" Lyman exclaimed. "Jon! Garfield just kicked Odie off the table! He's back to normal!"

Lyman noticed that Jon's eyes were all cross-eyed, and he was looking rather silly.

"You okay, Jon?" Liz asked the cartoonist.

"Who's Jon?" Jon chuckled.

"Here we go again..." Liz sighed.

Author's Note:

Well, the old Garfield is back. I know this isn't a continuation of the current story, but I got so many stories to tell for you! But don't worry, I'll get right down to continuing it. In the meantime, I hear that Orson has a new idea for running the farm!