We interrupt this program to bring you Courage the Cowardly Dog Show.
Starring Courage the Cowardly Dog.
Abandoned as a pup...
he was found by Muriel, who lives in the middle of Nowhere...
with her husband, Eustace Bagge.
ANNOUNCER'. But creepy stuff happens in Nowhere.
It's up to Courage to save his new home.
Stupid dog! You made me luck bad.
Huh?
Needs salt.
Eustace, if you'd get me a vacuum cleaner, we wouldn't have all this dust.
We don't need no vacuum. You just ain't sweeping right.
- I have got the answer to your workaday woes. - You do'?
Allow me the honor, sir, of cleaning your soup.
My soup's fine. Go away.
Nat bad. Still needs salt, though.
Allow meta ask you a few questions...
ta help fix you up with the perfect vacuum for your needs.
- Da you have mold allergies? - Well, usually, I—
If two trains leave Chicago at 9 a.m., do you snare?
Have itchy eyes?
- Mister— - Actually, it's "doctor."
Dr. Gerbil. But my friends call me Lulu Mae.
Dr. Gerbil, if you don't mind me asking, these questions, I mean-f?
What in blazes are you asking all this junk for?
Science, my friends. It's science.
New, are you all alone here...
and far from police or other law-enforcement officials?
Okay, new, according to my careful figuring...
this here beauty is the vacuum-cleaning machine for you.
Help! Help!
Get me out of here! Hey!
Hey! ls anybody out there? Help!
Think a moment and give a listen to haw smooth this machine sounds.
Madam, this fine machine is all yours.
Oh. "W"
I'm so happy, I could clean.
Don't worry, I've gut it all under central.
- Everything's gonna be fine now. - Huh?
Are you feeling relaxed? - Oh, yes.
Goad. New, them...
You're free now. Finally free.
Oh. "W"
Haw do we get out of here?
Let me lay the ground rules for you.
This is my half of the lint. That's your half of the lint.
Remember that, and we won't have no trouble.
The things I do for lave.
Hey, can anyone hear me? Courage?
It's my lint. You don't touch my lint.
It's mine, all mine.
- Oh, my. - This is where they get you.
I've seen worse makeovers an TV.
Yes, y'all seem like mighty fine subjects.
I'm gonna experiment on you with some of my newest products.
You know, get the bugs out.
Gonna be fun.
What's the matter with you?
Haven't you ever seen a lady before?
They're doing terrible things aver there.
Terrible.
But they ain't getting my lint.
It's Doc Gerbil's world
Tan much fiber.
I'm getting closer.
It's Doc Gerbil's world
Oh. "W"
It's Doc Gerbil's world
Ooh!
It's Doc Gerbil's world
It's Doc Gerbil's-
Na!
- Doc Gerbil's world
It's Doc Gerbil's world
I'll be back scan.
New, don't you be getting tan frisky, hear?
Oh, Courage, so good to see you.
Can't you see I'm busy? Stupid dog.
Shh.
He'!-
It's Doc Gerbil's world
Courage, you saved us again.
- You're a wonder, you are. - Mm-hm.
It's my lint. - What's—? Huh?
You don't touch my lint. It's mine, all mine.
It's Doc Gerbil's world
Oh, Courage, you gut the mail.
It's an offer for a time-share.
All we have to do is take a little trip.
Okay, naptime is over, you twits.
Hey, what did Ida?
Darn this racket. Can't get any picture an the TV.
The following information is classified...
not to mention vital to the security and future of the human race.
- Thank you. - Blah, blah, blah.
I think the man with the shiny buttons has something important ta tell us.
- H u h? - And Godspeed.
Oh. "W"
Haw do you change the channel an this thing?
Don't you dolts speak English? The sun is about to go out.
You have to fix it.
Everything you need is in that briefcase over there.
Seems like a lat of trouble to go through for a time-share.
That's haw they get you. Gotta read the fine print.
If you don't fix the sun, it'll glow bright red, then it goes out.
Big deal.
Well, if someone's going to fix the sun, it might as well be us, I suppose.
Everyone, just shut up.
So do get the sun fixed before the clock hits zero, you twits.
No, no, you space monkey. Press shift and then enter.
Ha, ha. I get them with that every time.
Uh...
Oh, what the-f?
Okay, rocket boy...
"double-click the icon that looks like a little doggy.
Ha. You are gullible.
Hey, give me back my hat.
Lousy space toilet.
What a filthy spaceship this is.
Och!
Oh, Eustace, you space thing, you.
Lousy, stinking tube fond.
Hey, not bad.
- Birds. - Ahh, you're seeing things.
More turkey in a tube.
Halifax.
Mamba time.
What-f? Huh?
- Hey, what did you do that for? - I don't know.
Muriel! Hear what I say?
Aah! Ow!
Came an, came an. Set it off.
I think I could use a wee nap.
Of course Muriel is acting weird.
She's locked in a tin can with you, isn't she? Ha!
Okay, okay, I know exactly what's wrong with Muriel...
and how you can save her and the sun from going out all at once.
All you have to do is...
What do I do? What do I do?
Stupid space.
My name is Mustafa Al Bacterius.
I am inside the brain of Muriel.
I have came a great distance ta sabotage your mission.
You humans are not satisfied messing with your awn planet.
You feel the need to mess with space also.
Well, if the sun wants ta fizzle, let it. We like it dark.
Sc get a flashlight and some D cells...
"because it's lights out, space clowns.
This dog is a terrible person. Luck what he did. Luck what he—
Oh. "W"
Oh, no.
Oh. Och.
Oh. "W"
Yes!
Haw are we ever going to get out of here?
Yahoo!
Courage, did you fix the sun? - Mm-hm.
Goad dog.
Who'd have thought the time-share would be an Mars?
Nice of the general to send us our house, though.
- Birds. - Oh, my.
Halifax.
I have not yet begun to fight.
Stupid dog!