ST AUG} - 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!
What're you trying to do?
Get me sick?
Oh!
I'm sorry, Eustace.
This is the worst cold I've ever...
Thank you, Courage.
A wee spot of tea'll fix me right up.
Oh!
Well, hey.
- (GHOST MOANING) We don't want any!
Did someone say something?
Ha...
Oh, my!
This here urgent message has been pre-recorded,
wrapped in a cold and sent by magic.
I knew this wasn't an ordinary cold.
We apologize for your discomfort, having to send you this cold and all.
But we sure need your help.
We all are prisoners, slaves in a sweatshop.
We'd be obliged if y'all would come and set us all free.
And that cold ain't going away
'til you get your sneezing self down here for the cure.
Here's how to get to where we are.
Courage, look.
I think we've found the spot.
Courage...
I don't think they're real.
- (CRACKING) - Huh?
Well, hey.
Didn't mean to scare you.
Just setting up another statue of Big Bayou.
Big Bayou.
He's the snake got us shackled here.
Lady must be the one caught the cold we sent.
Glad you could come to free us.
Why don't y'all come on inside and we'll explain the whole mess to ya?
(BREATHLESS) Come on, Courage.
Let's see what we can do to help.
They've come to save us!
Take it easy, Slugs.
We owe our guests some explaining.
It's like this.
Big Bayou': a very powerful snake.
And very vain.
Loves hisself.
Kept us prisoner here for years,
us making the stuffed statues of him out of the skins he sheds.
It's torture!
Yeah.
And the dental coverage stinks.
Big Bayou's magic put us here,
and only Big Bayou's magic can break our shackles.
Uh, well, we'd love to cure her, but, uh...
We don't know how.
We were able to steal just a smidge of magic from Big Bayou.
Just enough to get our message out in a microbe.
You've got to find a way.
Well, all you got to do
is to get your hands on Big Bayou's book of Big Bayou magic.
He's got all his secrets in there.
- Then you can get cured. - Yeah.
And free us.
I'll... I'll try.
Or maybe I'll just take a wee nap.
Get us out of here!
Hurry! Hurry!
Big Bayou's lair through there.
Hello, me.
Oh, don't I look fine?
I'm so beautiful.
I think I'll go see how all the other me's are doing.
But first...
Ah!
Oh, yes.
I am pretty.
I love me.
wens)
Book!
I can't wait to look in my mirror.
I love my look after I've looked at all my me's.
Oh, I am so lucky to be me.
He's got it!
He's got the book!
Bust us free!
Come on!
Feel free to cure the lady first.
(BREATHLESS) Courage, I don't think it works.
Oh, my!
Oh!
Oh, my!
I can breathe!
I feel myself again!
Yay!
- Now us! - Free us!
What the Bayou': going on here?
You messing with my Bayou magic?
- Oh, boy. - (GROANS)
Oh, you get it now, child.
You get it now.
(READING) "To make stuffed Bayou snakes
"your obedient slaves,
"use deadly venom from a real Bayou snake."
Ew!
(HISSING) As we say in the bayou...
"Bye, you." (HISSES)
What the bayou?
Huh?
Oh, no!
Slave snakes, obey!
(STAMMERS) Go get him!
No!
Hey, you all are me!
- I can't do this. - (GROWLING)
No!
- (GROWLING INTENSIFIES) - No!
- Whew! Courage?
I need a new file.
But I got them free!
She's one big bayou mama!
Ah, Courage.
It sure is lovely to sip tea just for the pleasure of it.
(COUGHING) Muriel!
I caught your darn cold!
In other news, today is the first day of hunting season!
Time for our annual contest to see who can blast the biggest deer!
Argh!
Stupid TV!
Oh, my!
- (LOUD DRUMBEATS) - Huh?
(ON SPEAKER) Hunting season!
Annual contest!
Blast the biggest deer!
Oh, what the...
Stinking, stupid skywriting. (GROANS)
Eustace, is something the matter?
I'm really getting worried.
He usually likes big bass drums.
- (LAUGHING CONTINUES) - Courage? That looks like
Eustace's dead brother Horst!
"Can't I come hunting with you?"
"No!"
"Please, big brother!"
"No!"
"Ah, come on!"
"No, no, you puny little..."
You have to wonder what's going through his mind.
You sure I can't come deer hunting with you, Horst?
Just this once?
Of course you can't!
Because you're not man enough to handle
Big Bob!
- (COCKING sun) - See you later, Useless.
I ain't useless!
I'm Eustace! (CRYING)
Eustace!
You've got to do something to calm yourself down!
I'm gonna do something, all right.
- Oh! - (OBJECTS CLATTERING)
Courage, you think something's getting Eustace a tad upset?
A-ha!
Big Bob!
Oh, my!
I'm going hunting!
You had better go along, Courage, to make sure he doesn't hurt himself.
Ahh!
I'll show that dumb Horst!
- I'll show them all! - (FIRING)
Ahh! Oh!
'Ah! (G ROANS) "(G ROANS)
"Useless"? Who you calling useless?
I ain't useless!
Ain't Useless!
Hmm!
Gotcha!
You're it!
Ow'.!
You made me miss, you lousy, stupid hunting dog!
You're the useless one.
Every hunting season it's the same thing.
We can't take it anymore.
I'm gonna put an end to our living in fear.
I'm going hunting!
A deer's gotta do what a deer's gotta do.
Ouch!
Huh?
Oh, no!
Get away from me!
- (GUN FIRING) - Ahh!
Oh! Ow, ow! Oh, oh...
What's... Huh?
- (GUN CHARGING) - A deer's gotta do what a deer's gotta do.
- (THUDS) (GRUNTS) Ow!
What the... Who the heck are you?
That was truly a traumatic experience, but I'm over it.
'(GRUNTS) - (THUDS)
- A deer's gotta do what a deer's gotta do. - (GUN BEEPS)
Hmm.
Hmm?
Hmm. It's a deal.
I just hope Eustace gets home okay.
And now it's time to play...
Hunt for Knowledge!
- (AUDIENCE CHEERING) - Oh, goody, goody!
Courage?
Eustace?
Oh!
That would be—
No way, deer. I'm going first.
That there's dots.
A whole mess of dots!
That would be the Big Dipper.
No fair! He didn't give me a chance!
And now, the question to determine the winner!
I know this for sure!
It's a bowling ball covered with throw-up!
That's the planet Earth.
He's just a stupid animal!
- Ahh! - (GUN BEEPS)
Ahh!
Now, who done shot my lollipop?
The hunter!
He's the hunter!
Not me!
My brother was right! I ain't no hunter!
I'm a deer! See?
- (GUN BEEPS) Deer!
- (GUNS FIRING) Ahh!
(ON TV) And now, let's welcome the winner of this year's hunting contest,
Mr. J. O. Curwood.
Mr. Curwood has blasted the oddest deer of the year!
You know, Courage, that deer reminds me a wee bit of Eustace.
I'm a deer.
Useless the deer!