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 look bad.
Is it my imagination or have our piles of cash gotten smaller?
Yes, sir. Yes, sir, it's much smaller.
We must be running out of subjects with bland type ABXYZ again.
All in favor of finding new subjects, oink like a big fat pig.
That's it, then. We find new subjects.
Hohauser, start making calls.
Dr. Vindaloo.
I'm sorry, but it would be unethical to share my patient's personal information with—
Haw much?
That much?
What do you want to know?
ABXYZ is a very rare bland type.
I do have one patient with that bland type.
Muriel Bagge?
Bland type ABXYZ?
Yes? Can I help you?
Growth Industries would like you to participate in cur, uh, research for science...
and things like that.
Growth Industries is prepared to offer you this much money.
We'll take it.
New, Eustace, don't be greedy.
- I'm sorry, but I've gut sewing to do. - Mm-hm.
Haw about this much?
Gaah! Och!
I'm sorry, but my answer is no.
Have it your way.
We'll be in touch.
Hello?
Well, okay.
If you insist.
The hospital wants me to spend a few days there...
so they can make sure my spleen is hooked up right.
Your spleen is hacked up fine.
New, what about me fond?
Still, it pays to be an the safe side.
I wouldn't want my spleen ta get tangled or whatever it is spleens do.
Oh!
Stupid dog.
It's probably your fault her spleen is twisted.
And new I've gut nothing to eat.
Muriel Bagge?
Na, I cannot tell you anything about her.
It would be unethical to reveal my patient's personal information.
Sc please don't call me again unless there is big bucks involved.
Did I say that out laud? Ha-ha-ha.
I was confused by my submarine.
Muriel is in trouble.
I lave my submarine. It's so pretty.
Huh? "Property of Growth Industries?"
Why, that double-crossing Growth Industries.
They tank Muriel after she said no.
Well, I'm not putting up with this.
- Mm-mm. - If they gut Muriel, they're gonna pay.
In cash.
Lats of cash.
Ma, what are you doing here?
Oh, hello, Courage.
Goad to see you.
Yeah. Hi, stupid bay.
I got a new job running this place.
Didn't I tell you?
I'm the bigwig.
You never told me that.
You never tell me anything.
You gut Muriel in there?
- Muriel who? - Me wife.
Never heard of her. Goodbye.
I think you gut Muriel in there.
And if you do, I want me money.
Well, if you don't believe me, I'll show you.
Came an, stupid bay.
MA: This is the Hair for Hunger Institute.
Where we turn hair into fund to feed hungry people.
Team Hair...
where we're developing all sorts of hair spurts.
Hair for Housing...
where people grow their awn homes.
Okay? Satisfied?
Oh, sure, Ma. I believe you.
Maybe Muriel has already gone home. See you.
Stupid bay.
- Stupid dog. - Huh?
Here, have these collectors' item wigs courtesy of Growth Industries.
New get out of here.
Hey. Nat bad.
Ooh!
Courage, is that you?
Courage, aver here.
- Oh! - Oh, Courage.
So good to see you.
Get that dog.
Oh, no.
You stupid dog.
Courage!
Courage, is that you? - Huh?
Oh. "W"
MA: You stupid, snooping dog.
Get away from there.
Now, Courage, come to Ma like a good doggie.
Courage.
I only want to pet you.
I have a doggie treat.
Get out of there. That's my hair.
My hair. My hair is gone.
I'm ugly. Ugly-
ugly!
Courage, are you still there?
Muriel, I'll save you.
Thanks, Courage.
Everything was getting so fuzzy.
Oh! Oh, my.
This is the Fire Department.
Evacuate the building.
Ugly. Ugly!
Ah, Courage, you're a cream rinse, you are.
Huh?
Eustace, what happened to you?
Money.
I lave my submarine. It's so pretty.
ANNOUNCER". This legendary hat was made of solid gold...
and was kept by a secret society of monks.
No one has ever seen the hat.
No one, except a legendary explorer...
who made a map leading to the forbidden hat of gold.
Blah-blah-blah.
But the map and the hat have never been found.
That explorer was this man.
That's my brother.
That's Hurst. Ha-ha-ha.
Did you say something, Eustace?
Hey, Hurst, didn't you leave me a map? Heh-heh-heh.
Get away from me.
Oh. "W"
I'm getting that gold hat.
And I'm gonna be rich.
Rich, rich, rich.
But I ain't telling Muriel or that stupid dog.
- Tell us what, Eustace? - Ugh!
We're going an vacation.
- Oh, haw lovely. - Yay!
Eustace, I'm beginning to think you've gone daft.
The hotel is just around the corner.
Oh.
There it is, our hotel.
Why do I get the feeling they don't have roam service?
Whomever steps inside this place
Must vanity and greed erase
For if you're vain, well, that's no good
Signed, all of us who wear a hood
"P.S.: We warned you."
- Gobbledygook. - Sounds like people...
who love themselves and their money more than anything else aren't welcome here.
Big deal.
I'm gonna be rich.
Me, me, me. Rich, rich, rich.
I lave me when I'm rich.
Nat that I'm aching to know, but what's in there?
It's the, uh— It's where you check in.
I'm beginning ta think this isn't a five-star resort.
What-f? Huh?
Bingo.
Oh. "W"
It's beautiful.
I'd sure look good wearing that hat.
Eustace, Eustace, Eustace!
Ha-ha! Ow!
- Can't you read? "Dc not touch." - Nape.
Ha, ha, ha.
New see what you went and dune, Eustace?
Eh?
Uhn! OOf!
Oh, what naughty people you are.
You shouldn't ought to have touched the Golden Hat.
Didn't read our sign, did you? Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Yaah!
This will go a lot better for you if you tell us where you hid the hat.
You're bluffing, you bunch of hippies.
Okay.
You better give up the hat or one of you is gonna be sacrificed.
You have one minute to think it aver.
They ain't sacrificing no one. Lousy, stinking, lying hippies.
- They sounded pretty serious to me. - Mm-hm.
Eh. They're just blowing smoke.
Where is that hat anyway?
Hat? What hat?
Time's up.
Eustace.
Fakers. Hippie fakers.
We warned you.
Eustace, do something.
They're bluffing, I'm telling you.
Bluffing hippies.
You should have paid attention ta the poem.
What are you trying to do, get him mad?
Stupid dog. Stupid hippies.
The poem, the poem, the poem.
Whomever steps inside this place
Must vanity and greed erase
Sounds like people who lave themselves and their money more than anything else...
aren't welcome here.
Och.
Oh. "W"
Muriel, I'll save you.
Thanks, Mr. Mouse.
Na prob.
Och. Ahh.
That's a fine and fancy coat you gut there.
Nice coat.
That is a coat!
Eh. Could use some alterations.
You think I'd look good in that coat?
Oh, it's slimming.
I'll take one.
Wonderful quality.
Does it came in mauve?
Oh, Courage, it's so good to see you.
We were warned that vanity would be our undoing.
But who cares? Don't I look gorgeous?
Well, Courage, it goes to show you.
If someone takes the time to etch a poem on a plaque...
you'd better take it seriously, especially if it rhymes.
I just hope Eustace made it out okay.
What's-f? Huh?
I lave me when I'm rich.
Stupid hat.
Stupid dog.