STATE} - We interrupt this program to bring you.
Courage the Cowardly Dog show!
- Starring Courage, the Cowardly Dog! - (COURAGE SCREAMS)
Abandoned as a pup, he was found by Muriel,
who lives in the middle of Nowhere, with her husband, Eustace Bagge.
EU ST ACE GRUNT S} - But creepy stuff happens in Nowhere.
- It's up to Courage to save his new home. - (SCREAMING)
Stupid dog! You made me look bad!
Blech!
Eustace, would you be a dear and see who that is?
Argh! Go get the door, dog.
Telegram for Muriel Bagge!
Ooh!
It's from my Great Uncle Angus in Scotland.
I didn't even know I had a Great Uncle Angus.
It seems the last relative who knew the secret pattern
of our family's tartan Kilt just died.
It looks like I'm the only one left who knows how to weave the family kilt.
Big deal.
Where's my breakfast?
Oh, dear!
Angus says he needs us to come to Scotland at once!
We'll be needing the secret pattern for the kilt then, won't we?
I ain't going.
I hate Scotland!
Suit yourself.
Oh, my!
Hoots, man!
Is that you, Muriel Bagge?
Why, yes.
Great Uncle Angus?
Um, right.
It's me!
Your Great Uncle Angus!
I see you've brought the secret kilt pattern with you!
Very good!
Well, we had better be getting to the castle
before the fog rolls over the moors.
Here we are, lassie.
This bedroom is for you and the wee pooch.
I don't mean to be ungrateful,
but there's no bed.
How could I forget the bed?
Meanwhile, I'd love it if you could commence weaving the tartan kilt,
you know, for family tradition and all.
Of course, Uncle Angus.
Why, it'd be an honor.
I'll be needing some wool, though.
Oh, we've got plenty of that.
Now, you just roll the wool off the sheepie's back,
and hand it to me as I weave.
Good.
I'll leave you two to your work.
So, how are we doing?
We've got one tartan kilt, woven with love for my dear Uncle Angus.
Now all we need are 4,999 more of these babies
by the time the sun peeks over the moors.
Sure.
After a wee nap and a nice cup of tea, I can get start—
Are you daft, man?
I've got outlet stores breathing down my neck for more kilts!
- It's supply and demand. - (QUIVERING)
I demand, you supply.
(SOBBING) But... But how can you do this to me, Uncle Angus?
You're nothing to me!
Because I'm not your Great Uncle Angus!
What's more, you don't have a Great Uncle Angus.
And you never did!
But then, who are ya?
Who am I?
Never mind who I am.
I'm not telling you!
Now, start your weaving, baby!
And what if I don't?
Then you'd leave me no choice but to...
(SPEAKING GIGGERISH) shepherd's pie!
You'd make shepherd's pie out of us?
Aye.
Why, you're nothing but a wee monster, Mister...
Uh, what's your name again?
Never mind my name!
You just do your work!
Ooh!
What a strange, nasty little man!
And just where am I supposed to get the wool to weave 4,999 kilts?
Ooh!
Remember!
Be finished by sunrise!
Oh, dear.
Whatever are we going to do?
- There must be a way out of here. - (ALL SHEEP BLEATING)
Oh, no.
That's way too far for me to jump.
It's up to you, Courage.
You've got to go out the window and get help.
I'll lower you down with my hair, just like Rapunzel.
COURAGE'. Ahhh!
Ow'.!
You're fired!
Take your things and get out!
You know the rules, and you broke them.
No one utters my name.
Anyone who dares even to whisper it gets a sure boot out of my castle.
Now, off with you! Be gone,
Mum!
Hmm!
Argh! Now what?
(ON STEREO) Congratulations, friend!
You've just won our grand prize,
$1,000,000!
And all you have to do is just tell us your name
so we can complete the check.
Let's just make it out to "cash."
Three thousand, two hundred and six.
Oh, what kind of world is it
when a mother gets treated like a bag of dirt?
And all 'cause she didn't name her son "Tony" or "Frankie" or "Myron."
But, no, I gave him a perfectly lovely name.
Yes!
Whew.
What's that you're saying?
"Wrinkled Pimple Skin"?
- "Pumpernickel Stilts Fin"? - (BANGING)
Time's up!
Do I have my 5,000 kilts?
All I could manage to weave was 4,237.
Please don't grind us up, Mister, uh...
What did you say your name was again?
There you go again with my name!
It's none of your business!
"First word is"?
Uh, buttocks?
Bottom?
Tush? Heinie!
Rump?
Uh-huh! (CHUCKLES)
Second word!
Om!
"Rump old..."
(GASPS) "Rumpled"!
Oh, isn't this fun?
Next word?
You're a girl!
Aye! You're a girl!
Kilt skin...
"Kilt skin."
"Rumpled kilt skin"?
No!
"Rumpled Kilt Skin"?
What in heaven's name is that?
It's my name!
I told you, no one utters my name and stays here under my roof!
Now, get out!
Out!
Rumpledkiltskin?
Well, I think it's a darling, precious name.
Don't ever say it again, woman, or I swear I'll... I'll...
There, there...
But if you hate your name so much, why don't you just change it, dear?
Change it?
What do you mean, "change it"?
You know, maybe something more along the lines of...
Rumpelstiltskin.
Hmm! It does have a certain ring to it.
I like it!
I feel like a new man!
Say, how about you and me going into business together as full partners?
You've got yourself a deal, Rumpelstiltskin.
GERHARD". So, what's for dinner tonight?
How about sardines?
Yes, I love sardines.
The perfect way to celebrate my liberation
from loneliness.
Finally, after years of being alone in this... This house...
I have the answer to my prayers.
Complain all you want.
I'm tired of being alone with you.
It's taken years, but I've perfected my latest invention.
By this time tomorrow, I, Dr. Gerhard Von Orbison,
will finally have neighbors!
Woah!
Ahhh!
Someone's moving the windmill!
'Tisn't the windmill moving!
It's us!
Ahhh!
I wonder who that could be.
Be right there!
Courage, we have a visitor.
Welcome to the neighborhood.
We have neighbors!
Why, thank you.
Don't wait for a tip!
That was so rude.
I'm sorry.
Can we help you?
I am Dr. Gerhard Von Orbison, and—
A doctor!
Eustace, we have a doctor for a neighbor!
Wherever we live now.
Yeah? Got a doctor knife to open this with?
I'm sorry, sir, but, uh—
Then what good are you?
I'm terribly sorry, Doctor.
Call me Gerhard.
Gerhard.
Would you like to come in?
Why, thank you.
Ahhh!
Would you like some tea, neighbor?
That would be delightful, neighbor.
You don't wear those glasses when you operate on your patients, do you?
- (SPEAKING GIBBERISH) - Actually, I am a doctor of sound.
A sound doctor.
How unusual!
Do you know how to play pinochle?
No, but you could teach me.
And I could teach you to play sitar.
Oh! (GRUNTS)
Oh, my!
More neighbors!
Doctor, I don't want to seem un-neighborly,
but your house seems to be very upset.
She's doing it again!
"She"?
I've been so lonely for so long.
Years ago, I used music to bring my house to life.
Eh, to have a friend.
Oh, my!
But she's never been very good company,
and she's very jealous.
She wants me to come home.
No, don't!
Please!
Why can't I have neighbors?
Woah! - (CRASHING)
Get off my property, you big stupid—
Ahhh! (GROANS)
Ahhh!
Please! Stop it! Stop it!
Ahhh!
Ooh!
Ahhh!
Poor Dr. Von Orbison.
What about us?
His house must be so jealous of our little farmhouse.
After all, our home is so lovely.
And his is... Well, it's a mess.
I bet a little sprucing up would make it feel better.
Hmm.
Who's out there?
Oh, why, hello, neighbor.
I don't know what you're doing, but she's starting to calm down.
Yes!
Painting is an excellent idea.
I should have done this years ago.
Courage, you made this house beautiful.
She's the happiest I've ever seen her.
Listen.
Don't come back!
Shh, Eustace.
I think the noise is stopping.
- Huh? - Oh!
Come in, neighbors.
Come in.
Oh, my-
Welcome to my humble abode.
I must say that your home is one of the most beautiful I've ever seen.
Got more sardines?
Amazing what a little tender, loving care can do for you.
It's such a friendly place now.
Mmm-hmm!
- (WHIRRING) - Huh?
What's all that racket?
Oh, my!
Houses!
Everywhere!
Neighbors!
Hello, neighbor!
I'm the Mayor.
Is that your farmhouse?
Yes, it is.
Sorry. We're not zoned for farmhouses.
Move it or I'll have the boys knock it down!
Oh.
I'm going to miss you, Gerhard.
But I want you to be my neighbor.
True neighbors can't be separated by miles.
Yes, that's right.
Thank you, true neighbor, for everything.
EUSTACE'. Stupid dog!