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.
Ah. Everything lined up.
I think so.
Huh?
I'm gonna make a satellite fall, you foal.
Ah. It's dune. Luck.
I invent extra toe.
I can make you different.
Och! Na.
I don't think so. I fix.
Na!
I don't think so. Supposed to be buffalo.
Don't know how, but I go back and work on problem.
Should be buffalo.
Fly, I don't think so.
Oh, snap. General, satellite coming dawn.
What? Another one?
But at least this one's not headed for Atlanta.
Where's it coming dawn?
Nowhere, Kansas.
Goad. Na one lives in Nowhere.
Na one, no haw.
Look, nobody can know about this.
Hush-hush priority, or it's our gulf carts.
We should get the license plate off the satellite so it can't be traced ta us.
Goad thinking. Rev up the truck.
By the way, nice sacks.
Orion. - Right.
WEATHERMAN. Yes, plenty of sunshine today.
Ick! A fly. I hate flies.
Get off my nose.
Stubborn, eh? Well, I gut something for you.
Na fly gets away from my trusty swatter.
- Unh! Eustace, have you last your mind?
Why'd you put your face there?
Disgusting fly. Can't stand them.
I don't know why I'm doing this, but I like it.
See haw this fixes you.
Ooh!
You have last your mind.
Big deal.
Ha! I gut you this time.
Muriel, your face keeps getting in the way.
Oh!
Ugh. You ruined my good flypaper.
Eustace, put my face back where it belongs or it's cold cuts for dinner.
Oh, you are cheeky.
Och. Ah.
OW! What did Ida?
Eustace, what a lovely sculpture of Courage.
- I didn't know you were talented. - What?
Huh?
Ha, ha! I finally gut you.
Na!
Smash the fly.
Disgusting fly.
General, satellite coming dawn.
Huh?
Where is it coming dawn?
According ta calculations, the satellite is going ta fall an that house aver there.
- Oh, no. - I thought you said no one lives there.
- You said that. - You want me to take back...
- ... what I said about your sacks? - Na, sir.
- Well, then. - I'll evacuate the house.
No, you won't. Then people will know about the satellite.
- Who lives there'? - An old man, his wife, and a dog.
Who's gonna miss them?
- When's the thing going to hit? - Uh, five minutes, give or take.
- So there's no way to save this thing? - Nope, not unless you're tiny.
And could fly. And you were inside the thing and could change its course.
- But that ain't gonna happen. Nat likely.
- Orlon, huh'? - Yes, sir.
Hmm.
What do I do? What do I do?
Ooh!
Aw, what a friendly little fly.
Let me give you some sugar.
Oh.
Oh. "W"
What's-J Eh? Oh.
Courage? Courage, is that you?
Oh, luck, Eustace.
It's Courage. He's a fly.
Stupid dog fly.
What happened?
I made you different.
Ha. It work. I told you, you foals.
I think so. Ha, ha.
Okay, where's my swatter?
Haw can you think about swatting Courage at a time like this?
The only thing worse than a fly is a dog fly.
Where's my swatter?
That satellite almost hit the house.
Ah, it didn't even came close.
Oh. "W"
Stupid dog fly.
Courage, do you think there's a way ta get Eustace back dawn ta Earth anytime scan?
I don't think so. You foal.
Second place. Second place.
I'm quite tired of second place.
Second place is no place as far as I'm concerned.
This year, I will win the Nowhere Sweet Stuff Contest.
First prize will be mine.
Yes, yes, with my mutant jam, I shall finally defeat her.
Mm. Heavenly.
Mm-hm.
Ah, Courage, you did a beautiful jab with the apples.
Mm-hm.
The caramel's just about ready for dipping.
I'm sure we're going to win the Nowhere Sweet Stuff Contest...
first prize like always.
Huh? Aah!
Stupid water.
Mm. Mm.
Courage, could you get that while I start cleaning up?
New, Courage, that's not very polite.
Shutting the dour an a guest.
See? You've gotten it mad.
- Oh, my. - Oh, no.
Courage! Help! Help!
I hope that's the sound of a dinner getting made in there.
Courage! Help!
Hey, I don't hear any dinner getting cocked.
Muriel, I'm hungry.
What's-f? Huh?
Welcome to Katz Kandy.
I'm Katz.
Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm.
Oh!
So good of you to come.
I hope you found my jam tasty.
What do you want with us?
You see, dear lady and dog...
it's been my misfortune to place second year after year...
in the Nowhere Sweet Stuff Contest.
Sad, isn't it?
If it's the secret ingredient...
in my caramel-coated apples you're wanting, you're out of luck.
Yes, well...
we'll see about that.
Mm. Mm. Mm.
Oh.
Feeling a little strung out?
Dc you expect me ta tell you my secret ingredient?
Is that what you're wanting?
Yes. And if you don't, I'm afraid I'll pull this...
and that will pull you.
Mm. Mm. Mm.
Huh?
Mm.
Talk or get taffied. Huh?
Where's my dinner?
Hey, that's Muriel's boat.
But it looks good on you.
Ga an, Courage. You gut him.
Get away from me.
Keep it up, Courage. You can do it.
My dear bay, this has became tan easy.
Haw about a little spat of spurt before you go bye-bye?
Eyes bothering you, dear bay?
Lucks like you're ready to blink.
Blink, blink, blink.
Blink, blink.
Blink.
Ooga-booga-booga!
Stupid dog. I'm hungry.
I'm afraid you lose.
But— But— But— But—
- Aah! - Good bye.
Ouch!
New, aren't you sweet?
Muriel!
What are you doing not making me dinner?
What are you walking around without your boot for?
First of all, I'm not walking.
I'm hanging aver a vat of taffy and about to get pulled.
And second, get me dawn!
Things a guy does to get dinner.
Didn't used to be this way. Na, sirree.
Time was, a guy could get his dinner.
Leaving so scan?
Won't you stay for dessert?
Muriel, I'll save you.
Tell me your secret ingredient or your husband is taffy.
Na! Na!
Phew.
Courage, you're such a brave candy ball, you are.
You saved the day.
Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah. Where's my dinner?
What is the secret ingredient?
If you must know, it's vinegar.
I use it in all my recipes.
Vinegar? Vinegar?
It's vinegar.
First prize in the Nowhere Sweet Stuff Contest...
goes to Muriel Bagge...
for the 43rd year in a row.
Sad, isn't it?
Stupid dog.