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 BAGG.
BUT CREEPY STUFF HAPPENS IN NOWHERE.
IT'S UP TO COURAGE TO SAVE HIS NEW HOME.
STUPID DOG!
YOU MADE ME LOOK BAD!
CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY TURNER ENTERTAINMENT GROUP AND U.S. DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION
[HOWL]
[WINDMILL CREAKING]
AND AS WE HONOR THE LAND,
MAY THE BLESSING OF THE HARVEST MOON
FILL THIS LOVELY PLANT WITH LIFE AND BEAUTY...
IF POSSIBLE.
[DING DING]
DON'T WASTE YOUR BREATH, MURIEL.
NOTHING EVER GROWS HERE.
NOTHING EVER WILL. I'M DONE TRYING.
EH!
OOH!
ROTTEN SOIL!
LET'S EAT.
OH, MY.
[HUMMING]
Ghostly voice: GET OUT.
I MUST BE HEARING THINGS.
GET OOOUUT.
I AM HEARING THINGS,
AND I'M HEARING A VOICE SAYING...
GET OOOOOUUT.
YES, THAT'S RIGHT.
[RATTLING]
AAAH!
[CLANK CLANK]
[THUMP THUMP]
AAAAH!
OOOAAAH!
NO! OOOH!
Disc jockey: AND NOW, BY SPECIAL REQUEST,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BY J.P.
HIT IT! 1, 2, 3, 4...
♪ HAPPY BIRTHDAY... ♪
DAMN COMMERCIALS.
[CLICK CLICK]
[RADIO SQUEAKS]
[GRUNTING AND CHEWING LOUDLY]
Muriel: HELP! HELP!
[SCREAMING]
Disc jockey: RIGHT HERE IN BEAUTIFUL NEW YORK...
Voice: GET OOOUUUT.
DARN TALK RADIO.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.
[TURNS RADIO OFF]
GET OOOUUUT.
WHY, WHO SAID THAT?
[BANG]
MURIEL! MURIEL!
[CRYING]
AYE! OH!
AAAAH!
AAAAAH!
[GROANING]
[ENGINE STARTS]
[GEARS GRIND]
[WHINES]
[CRASH]
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Muriel: HELP!
OOOOH!
AAAAAAAH!
HMPH, HMPH.
OOOOOH.
[BELCHES]
OOOOH.
[EUSTACE SCREAMING]
AAAAH!
Eustace: AAAAH!
AAAAH!
AAAH!
[ALL SCREAM]
[CRASH]
OH, DOH!
OH, UH. OH.
OH. OH, MY.
OOOOH.
AAAARGH!
WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT?
IT'S A FLOATING HEAD.
I WAS TALKING ABOUT THAT LEAKY PIPE.
[PLOP PLOP]
WASTE OF MONEY.
GOT TO FIX THAT LEAKY PIPE.
Voice: GET OOOOUUUT.
THAT'S NOT VERY POLITE.
YOU DIDN'T LET ME FINISH.
I'M SORRY.
IT'S TIME TO HIT THE ROAD.
WELL, THAT'S NOT MUCH BETTER.
JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HEAD?
I'M THE SPIRIT OF THE HARVEST MOON.
AND I'M A BUCKET OF SARDINES.
ON THIS NIGHT OF THE HARVEST MOON,
WHEN ALL THAT GROWS FROM THE SOIL IS CELEBRATED
AND OFFERINGS ARE MADE,
YOU HAVE NOTHING.
LOUSY SOIL.
IT'S NOT THE SOIL.
BECAUSE YOU DON'T
RESPECT YOUR LAND,
YOU MUST LEAVE IT.
I AIN'T LEAVING NOTHING.
WE'VE BEEN HERE ALMOST ALL OUR LIVES,
MR. GHOST--SPIRIT--HEAD.
WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE.
I AIN'T GOING NOWHERE.
THEN YOU WILL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES.
YOU GOT BIG EARS,
BUT YOU AIN'T HEARING ME.
I AIN'T GOING NOWHERE.
PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON US.
WE'RE A POOR FARM FAMILY.
WE'LL TRY HARDER. WE WILL.
ALL RIGHT.
YOU HAVE UNTIL MIDNIGHT TO GROW SOMETHING,
AND IF YOU CAN'T,
WELL, YOU WERE WARNED.
[TICK TOCK]
[GASPS]
BUT THAT ONLY GIVES US 10 MINUTES.
BY MIDNIGHT,
YOU EITHER GROW...
OR GO.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. I AIN'T GROWING,
AND I AIN'T GOING.
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, MAN.
WHAT A STUBBORN OLD GOAT YOU ARE.
[GROANING]
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.
YOU CAN'T GROW A THING, AND YOU WON'T ADMIT IT.
YOU DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT FARMING.
I'M A FARMER.
I GOT A GREEN THUMB.
[TICK TOCK]
YOU'RE NO FARMER.
AM TOO!
ARE NOT.
STUBBORN IS WHAT YOU ARE.
AM NOT!
ARE TOO.
GROW, GROW.
GROW. OOH, OOH. OOH.
[GROANS]
I'M A FARMER. FARMER, FARMER, FARMER!
AIN'T STUBBORN. AIN'T, AIN'T, AIN'T.
[TICK TOCK]
[PLAYING HOW DRY I AM]
OOH.
AT LEAST I GOT ARMS AND LEGS.
YOU DON'T EVEN GOT A NECK.
HA HA HA.
GET OUT OF MY FACE.
MAKE ME.
WAIT UNTIL MIDNIGHT COMES AROUND.
[TICK TOCK]
[BEEP BEEP]
OOOH!
STUBBORN.
NOT A FARMER.
[BEEP BEEP]
[PLANT FLATLINES]
[HOWLS]
[RATTLE RATTLE]
[GASPS]
[PLOP PLOP]
Muriel: STUBBORN!
Head: NOT A FARMER.
[TICK TOCK]
YOUR TIME IS UP, NON-FARMER.
NOW YOU'VE GONE AND DONE IT.
IT'S MIDNIGHT, AND WE HAVEN'T GROWN A THING.
GET OUT NOW
OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES.
NO SUCH THING AS CONSEQUENCES, AND I AIN'T GOING.
[WHINES]
EUSTACE, IT'S GETTING AWFULLY WARM IN HERE.
AND I SUPPOSE THAT'S MY FAULT, TOO?
THIS IS NO TIME TO ARGUE, BUT YES.
[GRUNTING]
[SPEAKING GIBBERISH]
[TICK TOCK]
[SIZZLE]
EUSTACE, I'M FEELING FAINT.
FAINT, NOTHING. I'M MELTING.
[COURAGE GRUNTING]
OH.
UGH.
[GASPS]
AAAAH!
[SPEAKING GIBBERISH]
OOH.
[YELPS]
EH?
WHAT IS THAT?
IT'S YOUR PLANT, EUSTACE.
IT'S ALIVE.
DID I DO THAT?
MM-HMM.
I DIDN'T KNOW I COULD GROW SOMETHING.
THAT'S--THAT'S PRETTY.
I DID THAT?
YOU DID SAY
YOU HAVE A GREEN THUMB.
UH, YEAH. WELL, I DO.
I'M A FARMER, YOU KNOW.
FOR THE FIRST TIME, YOU ARE.
YOU HAVE GROWN
MORE THAN A PLANT.
HAPPY PLANTING.
WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THAT?
I THINK HE MEANT
YOU GREW SOMETHING INSIDE.
YEAH...
A GREAT BIG HUNGRY HOLE IN ME STOMACH.
WELL, I GUESS EUSTACE REALLY DID LEARN SOMETHING
UNDER THE HARVEST MOON IN HIS OWN WAY.
AND THEN I'LL GROW HUNDREDS OF PLANTS, THOUSANDS OF PLANTS.
AND I'LL BE RICH, RICH, RICH.
I GOT ME A GREEN THUMB, MURIEL!
HEE HEE HEE HEE! GREEN LIKE MONEY.
[CACKLING]
HIT IT! 1, 2, 3, 4. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
[LIGHT SNORING]
[EARTH RUMBLING]
[SNORING]
[RUMBLING]
[HOUSE SHAKING]
[RUMBLING INTENSIFIES]
[SNORTING]
Muriel: OOH!
[ALL GROANING]
IS IT TIME TO GET UP ALREADY?
EUSTACE, THERE WAS AN EARTHQUAKE...
OR AN EXPLOSION, OR WORSE!
MUST HAVE BEEN THOSE DARN NEIGHBORHOOD KIDS AGAIN.
THERE'S NO KIDS THAT CAN DO THAT.
[EARTH RUMBLING]
OH, MY! WHAT'S--HUH?
[ROARING]
[SCREAMING]
BETTER CALL THE EXTERMINATOR.
ICKETT?
ICKETT BAGG?
THAT'S ME FATHER'S NAME.
I'M SORRY, MR. WHALE,
BUT ICKETT BAGG IS NO LONGER WITH US.
HE'S STANDING RIGHT THERE!
DON'T TRY TO FOOL ME!
EUSTACE, THAT SAND WHALE THINKS YOU'RE YOUR OWN FATHER.
I DON'T SEE ANY RESEMBLANCE.
ICKETT, I'VE COME FOR MY ACCORDION.
WHAT? ACCORDION?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT--
HEY! ME FATHER HAD AN ACCORDION.
MAYBE YOU SHOULD GIVE IT TO MR. WHALE HERE.
ME MA HAS IT.
YOU'RE TRYING TO CHEAT ME LIKE YOU CHEATED ME BEFORE,
ICKETT BAGG!
YOU WON THAT ACCORDION OFF ME
IN A CROOKED CARD GAME A LONG TIME AGO,
AND I WANT IT BACK...
NOW!
I AIN'T ICKETT,
I AIN'T GOT NO ACCORDION,
AND DON'T WANT TO BE TALKING TO NO WHALE!
IT'S TAKEN ME ALL THIS TIME TO FIND YOU,
AND I WON'T BE CHEATED AGAIN.
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH!
[SNARLING]
[COURAGE SCREAMING]
[CRASHING]
[ALL SCREAMING]
[SAND WHALE SQUEALING]
ICKETT?
ICKETT BAGG?
[CRASHING]
[CRASH]
[ALL SCREAMING]
[SCREAMING, CRASHING CONTINUES]
[ALL SCREAMING]
ICKETT BAGG?
[CRASHING CONTINUES BELOW]
[COURAGE MOANING]
OW!
I'M TELLING YOU, I DON'T HAVE THE ACCORDION.
ME MA HAS IT.
OK, ICKETT.
IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME MY ACCORDION,
I'M GOING TO HAVE TO SHAKE YOU UP UNTIL YOU DO!
[SAND WHALE ROARING, ALL SCREAMING]
OOF!
[GASPS]
OOF!
[PANTING]
[PANTING LOUDLY]
[BIRD TWEETS]
[CHICKEN CLUCKING]
[MECHANICAL BUZZING]
[KNOCKING]
COURAGE!
GOOD TO SEE YOU. [GROANS]
WHERE'S MY STUPID SON?
[WHIMPERING]
[SNARLING]
[WHIMPERING]
[HUMMING, PLAYING ACCORDION NOTES]
[SQUEEZES ACCORDION]
THAT SAND WHALE WAS ME HUSBAND'S MORTAL ENEMY.
ICKETT SPENT HIS LIFE HUNTING THAT DURN WHALE.
[SQUEEZES ACCORDION]
AND THIS...
WAS ICKETT'S FINE VESSEL.
COME ON, DOG!
[ACCORDION PLAYS, COURAGE YELPS]
WE'RE GOING AFTER WHALE!
[COURAGE GRUNTING]
[COURAGE MOANING]
THE THINGS I DO FOR LOVE.
[COURAGE GRUNTING]
[WIND HOWLING, COURAGE GRUNTING]
[GASPING]
[COURAGE SCREAMING]
[THUD]
[MOANING]
STUPID DOG.
NOW, ROW!
[GRUNTING]
[COURAGE SCREAMING]
[THUD]
[EUSTACE SCREAMING]
OOH!
[SNORTING]
FOLLOW THAT WHALE!
[PLAYING ACCORDION]
PUT THAT DOWN!
I AIN'T GIVING THAT TO NO STUPID SAND WHALE!
STUPID DOG.
YOU KNOW HOW MUCH A SAND WHALE IS WORTH?
I'M BAGGING HIM AND TAKING HIM
ALL THE WAY TO THE WHALE BANK.
HE CAN KEEP ME STUPID SON AND HIS STUPID WIFE.
NOW, ROW! [GULPS]
[GRUNTING]
[RUMBLING]
LOOK, MURIEL. I FOUND ME CHAIR.
I'M GLAD YOU'RE COMFORTABLE.
THIS WILL ATTRACT HIM. THEN I'LL NET HIM.
[ACCORDION PLAYING]
HEY! THAT'S MY ACCORDION!
WE GOT HIM NOW! ROW FASTER!
[GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
[SQUEEZES ACCORDION]
[PLAYING ACCORDION]
OOH!
HE AIN'T GETTING NO ACCORDION.
I'M GETTING HIM IS ALL THAT'S HAPPENING.
OH, MY!
OH!
[RUMBLING]
AAH!
DON'T TRY TO FOOL ME!
AAH!
ROW, YOU STUPID DOG!
FOLLOW THAT WHALE!
Eustace: HEY!
I FOUND OUR REFRIGERATOR!
[FRUSTRATED GROAN]
[PLAYING ACCORDION]
[PLAYS, LAUGHS NERVOUSLY]
OOH!
STUPID ACCORDION-GIVING DOG.
KEEP ROWING!
[SAND WHALE SLURPING]
EUSTACE?
I THINK I'M GETTING DIGESTED.
[GRUNTS]
[MOANING]
[GRUNTS]
[MOANING]
[MA CONTINUES GRUNTING]
UNGH!
HELP! HELP!
I'M DROWNING!
I'M DROWN--
OH.
OH, FUDGE.
[SQUEEZES ACCORDION]
[RUMBLING]
MY ACCORDION!
[THUDDING]
GIVE ME BACK MY ACCORDION!
[GASPS, [SQUEEZES ACCORDION]
OH, NO!
[WHIMPERS]
[PLAYING NOTES]
[SCREAMING]
AAH! OOH!
[BLOWING]
[BOTH YELLING]
[BOTH SCREAMING]
OOH!
OW!
STUPID DOG!
[LAUGHING]
[GROWLING]
UH-OH!
WELL, I'M GLAD THAT ALL WORKED OUT.
BUT THE WHALE GOT ME MA.
I'M GLAD THAT ALL WORKED OUT.
I JUST WONDER ONE THING:
WHAT DOES A WHALE WANT WITH AN ACCORDION, ANYWAY?
[PLAYING TUNE]
[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING, CHEERING]
HOW'D I GET THE CHEAP SEATS?
UH-OH. [SCREAMING]
[ACCORDIONS PLAYING TUNE]
CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY TURNER ENTERTAINMENT GROUP AND U.S. DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION
CAPTIONED BY THE NATIONAL CAPTIONING INSTITUTE --www.ncicap.org--
Eustace: STUPID DOG!