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{Open to the front room of the apartment. Leigh is sprawled out over the couch while Garfield is lying on the floor. It is 7:00 AM in the morning. Leigh tries to pick himself up, but fails.}

LEIGH: My head... it's too heavy to move.

GARFIELD: {groans} When I'm back at the lab... I'm going to create a cure for hangovers...

{Garfield sits up.}

GARFIELD: No... even better... I am going to genetically modify myself so I don't get hungover ever again.

{Lex walks out of his bedroom, as fresh as he can be. He walks over to the curtains and opens them. As the light hits Garfield and Leigh, they hiss.}

LEIGH: The light, it burns!! I never should've come up to the surface; the light is too painful!!!!

GARFIELD: I will... I will genetically modify the Sun to not be SO FUCKING BRIGHT!!!!

LEX: Eyy, whazzup, guys? Got a bit of the old Irish flu?

GARFIELD: Lex... that's offensive.

LEX: It's okay; I'm Irish, I'm allowed to say that stuff.

LEIGH: I thought you were Jamaican...

LEX: I'm a lot of things, mate.

LEIGH: Oh.

{Garfield starts to get up. He wobbles over, and closes the curtains.}

GARFIELD: Damn, I don't think I'm in... any state to... do much more than this...

{Garfield collapses back on the floor. His cellphone distantly rings.}

GARFIELD: {groans} I should get that...

{Garfield slowly motions toward this bedroom, and reaches for his phone. He picks it up.}

GARFIELD: This is that guy who's starting to hate Mondays a lot more with each passing week.

TRACY: Garfield? You doing okay?

GARFIELD: I'm kinda fucked up. After finishing that robotic arm, I-

TRACY: Wait, you were building a robotic arm?

GARFIELD: For someone who I fought and defeated, to the point of hospitalizing them.

TRACY: Oh, right. Is that the-

GARFIELD: You talk first. What's up?

TRACY: It seems D'Arque knows more than he's letting on.

GARFIELD: How dire is the situation?

TRACY: A goblin and several mobsters have been asking around about Village People. The answers everyone has given have been mixed.

{The apartment shakes a little. The front doors are banged on.}

GARFIELD: Hold that thought, Tracy. It appears an earthquake is-

{The front doors burst open. A familiar face, now wearing a yellow robotic arm, arrives.}

ROSEMARY: Noxigar Bellinski! It is time to-

{Garfield turns to face Rosemary.}

GARFIELD: I'm hung over, and also you just burst through the front doors of my friend's house. What is wrong with you?!

ROSEMARY: Ah, wait. Is... this a bad time?

GARFIELD: I already had-

{Cut to Garfield's NOXCORP Office. God Complex and Bruce look to be at work on a robotic arm.}

BRUCE: Say, Psi-kick. What if I give vibration functions to this 'ere Doomfist?

GOD COMPLEX: {flatly} That sounds stupid. Put it in.

{Cut back to the apartment.}

GARFIELD: At what point is sparring with you appropriate now?!

{Rosemary frowns.}

TRACY: Wow, this is kinky.

GARFIELD: Darkheart, you're not helping.

TRACY: Hey, lighten up! This gives me an idea from during my comic book shop phase!

ROSEMARY: Your friend Darkheart sounds way more fun to be around than you. I'll go find him instead.

{Rosemary waves awkwardly, at Lex and Leigh, and badly puts the front door back together. She leaves, thereafter.}

TRACY: Seems like I'll have a vistor.

GARFIELD: She mentioned knowing Hipsters who saw my face, so... I can deduce as much.

TRACY: Better her than that Xavier guy. Or worse.

GARFIELD: So, has anything else happened? Or are they still looking for us?

TRACY: I can't quite make it out. Their actions seem to be in odd patterns.

GARFIELD: Keep your eyes peeled for anything else. I've got to assess the abilities of our new recruit, the Human with an interest in Drow culture.

TRACY: Uh... sure. See ya.

{Tracy hangs up. Garfield puts his phone away, then motions back towards the couch.}

LEIGH: What was that all about?

GARFIELD: Do you want the short version, or the long version?

LEIGH: Will either make any logical sense?

{Short pause. Before Garfield can explain, he gets another cellphone call.}

GARFIELD: Hello?

STEPHANIE: I need you to come to my flat in Downtownindale, so I can discuss stuff with you discreetly. Do you have time?

{Garfield glances at Leigh, who looks even more confused.}

GARFIELD: I think so.

STEPHANIE: Please get here ASAP Rocky.

GARFIELD: As you wish.

{Garfield hangs up.}

GARFIELD: Lex, I might need you to explain things in the style we presented it to Volkov. Something came up.

LEX: It's cool, mon. I think I know the way.

{Garfield heads towards the front door.}

LEIGH: Wait, why does Stephanie want to talk to you alone?

GARFIELD: Short answer: Trust reasons.

LEIGH: That's extremely vague, but I think I understand to an extent.

{Garfield exits.}

LEX: 'Ave ya ever been to th' Underground Market, mon?

LEIGH: N-no? Not really? I've only been here for about a month, give or take.

LEX: I gotta call Garf-

{Cut to Garfield, who's downstairs and about to head for the door. He hears his phone ring.}

GARFIELD: Y'ello?

LEX: Leave me th' ice cream truck. I need it.

GARFIELD: She's all yours.

LEX: "She?" It's a truck, mon!

GARFIELD: She's sentient. I am still trying to find a good commando name for her. I tried "Meuloz" the other day, but I don't think it took.

LEX: I have extreme doubts about th' ice cream truck bein' sentient. But, it's whatevs. Just leave 'er to us.

GARFIELD: I copy that.

{Garfield walks into the garage and looks at the ice cream truck.}

GARFIELD: We really need to get another vehicle. Hmm...

{Garfield scans the room, and in the corner, he spots a pair of rocket skates.}

GARFIELD: Gotta love my ninth-grade science projects. Now let's see.

{Garfield walks over to the skates and slips them on his feet. He has slight trouble maintaining his balance at first, but gains his footing. He rolls outside of the apartment and pulls a remote device out from his pocket. He presses a button on the remote and the jets on his skates activate, propelling him down the road at high speeds.}

GARFIELD: COWABUNGA!!!!!

{Cut back to the garage. Leigh and Lex walk downstairs as Lex is explaining the Underground Market.}

LEX: So somehow, amidst all this wacky Cold War tension and paranoia, our Mayor managed to convince th'United States government to build a multi-million dollar nuclear bunker underneath the city.

LEIGH: That Nixon dude sure was an interesting individual.

LEX: Tell me about it, man.

{The two hop into the ice cream truck. Lex pulls out the key and starts up the ignition. The garage door opens automatically as the truck pulls out of the driveway.}

LEX: Ever heard of LARPing, Leigh?

LEIGH: You mean that think you and Garf do? Yeah, what is that, anyway?

LEX: You're about to find out very soon.

{Cut to Garfield, already in Downtownindale. He is racing through the busy streets as he catches a whiff of something which smells delicious.}

GARFIELD: It appears as if my nose has detected a delectable delicacy!

{Garfield turns the jet on his skates off. As his nose attaches itself to the visible scent, he lifts off the ground and floats towards its source. He arrives at a small takoyaki stand on the side of the street which is operated by an old Japanese lady.}

GARFIELD: I do say, madame! What is that delicious smell?

{The old lady smiles at Garfield as she holds out a stick with a takoyaki ball on the end.}

OLD LADY: It's takoyaki. Would you like to try a sample?

GARFIELD: I don't see why not.

{The old lady hands the stick to Garfield, who pulls the ball off and plops it into his mouth. Zoom into his face as tears begin to form under his eyes. The tears turn into heavy crying as he struggles to wipe them away with his sleeve.}

OLD LADY: What do you think?

GARFIELD: It's... so...

{Garfield clenches his hands into fists and raises them into the sky. He yells.}

GARFIELD: DELICIOUS!!!!!!!!

{The old lady laughs.}

OLD LADY: I'm glad you like it! Do you want another?

GARFIELD: Another? I want several boxes of it! I-... what is takoyaki, anyway?

OLD LADY: It's a dish from my home city, Osaka. They're minced octopus balls which have been fried in batter, marinated in special sauce, and sprinkled with seaweed and dried fish.

GARFIELD: I see... Hold on.

{Garfield pulls out his phone and calls Stephanie.}

GARFIELD: Hey Stephanie, would you like some takoyaki?

{Cut back to Lex and Leigh, who have also reached Downtownindale.}