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 Bay!
But creepy stuff happens in nowhere.
It's up to Courage to save his new home!
Stupid dog!
You made me look bad.
And as we honor the land, may the blessing of the
Harvest Moon fill this lovely plant with life and beauty.
If possible...
Don't waste your breath, Muriel.
Nothing ever grows here.
Nothing ever will.
I'm done trying.
Oh!
Rotten soil?
Let's eat.
Oh my.
I must be hearing things.
I am hearing things.
And I'm hearing a voice saying...
Yes, that's right.
And now, by special request, Happy Birthday by J.P.
One, two, three, four, Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Darn commercial.
Happy Birthday!
Help!
New York City.
Live from the...
Dern talk radio.
Blah, blah, blah.
What?
Who said that?
Muriel!
Whoa!
Would
you look at that!
It's a floating head.
I was talking about that leaky pipe.
Waste of money.
Gotta fix that leaky pipe.
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, Hen?
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, nothing, nothing.
Bousy 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.
We can't just leave.
I ain't going nowhere.
Then you will suffer the consequences.
You've got big ears for Jane 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.
But that only gives us ten minutes.
By midnight, you are.
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.
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've got a green thumb.
And two.
Are not.
Stubborn is what you are.
And not.
Are two.
The
farmer ain't stubborn, ain't, ain't, ain't.
At least I've got arms and legs.
You don't even got a neck.
Get out of my face.
Make me.
Wait until midnight comes around.
Stubborn.
Not a farmer.
Time is up.
Not a 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.
Use this.
It's getting awfully warm in here.
And I suppose that's my fault too.
This is no time to argue, but yes.
Stubborn!
Again!
Use this.
I'm feeling faint.
Ain't nothing.
I'm melted.
I love you.
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 farm.
Uh, yeah.
Well, I do.
I'm a farmer, you know.
What did he mean by that?
I think he meant you grew something inside.
Yeah, a great big hungry hole in my 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 farm, Muriel.
Green.
Like money.
Ten, one, two, three, four.
Happy birthday!
Whoa!
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.
Better call the exterminator.
Ickett?
Ickett Bag?
That's me father's name.
I'm sorry, Mr. Whale, but Ickett Bag 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 Bag.
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 I 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.
Ickett?
Ickett Bag?
I'm telling you, I don't have the accordion.
Me ma has it.
Okay, Ickett.
If you don't give me my accordion, I'm going to have to shape you up until you do.
Ickett!
Courage!
Good to see you.
Nah.
Where's my stupid son?
Ickett!
That sand whale was me husband's mortal enemy.
Ickett spent his life hunting that darn whale.
And this was Ickett's fine vessel.
Come on, dog.
We're going after whale.
The things I do for love.
Stupid dog.
Now, row.
Stupid sand whale.
Stupid dog.
You know how much a sand whale is worth.
I'm begging of it.
Taking them all the way to the west.
The tail bank.
He can keep me stupid son of his stupid wife.
Now, row.
The period.
I found me chair.
I'm black.
You're uncomfortable.
This will attract them.
Then I'll let them.
Hey, that's my accordion.
We got him now.
Go faster.
Him is all that's happening.
Row, you stupid dog.
Follow that whale.
I found a refrigerator.
Stupid accordion given dog.
Keep rowing.
Who's this?
I think I'm getting digested.
Oh, fuck.
My accordion.
Stupid dog.
But
the whale got me more.
I'm glad that all worked out.
I just wonder one thing.
What does a whale want with an accordion anyway?
I
got that cheap treat.