McBunny's right. We must protect this cat at all costs. Our fates rely on it

Winston:

Oyez, oyez. Prince XII has returned. [ducks trumpet] Garfield:
Thank you windbag, for that flobbering introduction. Hello, everybody! [animals look in astonishment] Garfield:
Hey, listen up... [flicks Winston's nose] Garfield:
is this an audience or a landscape? Okay, great to be back here at the palace. I look out, I see a sea of... of dumb barnyard animals. I'm here in your country to break up a romance between the guy who owns the house I live in and a girl who's way out of his league. I know that whatever it is that you have, there's some sort of affliction that produces this glazed look behind your eyes. I hope you defeat it. Wish I could take everybody home with me. Thank you. [walks away] Garfield:
I killed. Winston:
Very funny, sire. Well done. Nigel:
I didn't realize it was amateur hour. Eenie:
What's up with Prince? Christophe:
Oh, he's on the catnip again. I, Claudius:
Hold on, chaps! Have I got news for you! McBunny:
What's the word, Claudius? I, Claudius:
Dargis is going to bulldoze the barnyard and feed us to the tourists! Nigel:
Let him try. He'll have to deal with these fists of fury first, wouldn't he? [animals complain] Winston:
Calm yourselves, everyone. We're alright as long as Prince is alive. McBunny:
Well, obviously, that feline is not Prince, you idiots! Preston:
He's not even a cat formerly known as Prince. [animals argue] Winston:
Wait, he doesn't have to be Prince. He just has to look like him. If he fooled me, he'll fool them. McBunny:
But what's to stop Dargis from getting rid of this cat too? Winston:
McBunny's right. We must protect this cat at all costs. Our fates rely on it