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!
Lovely.
Is it over yet?
Got your attention.
Here it is.
A wonderful product.
Oh yes.
Order before midnight tonight.
Are you listening?
Listen to me.
Got a new flan?
I smell flan.
I know it.
There's some more flan around here somewhere.
Where's your flan?
Stupid dog!
Do all the nails on me?
No, my mouth hurts.
The dog's dry.
Time for a flan run.
I'll get the truck.
Found some under my nails!
They're my nails!
Flan!
Huh?
One flan drive.
Bye, flan-tasy-flan.
Before midnight tonight.
Bye, flan-tasy-flan.
I'm telling the world.
Flan-tasy-flan.
And every time you see my face...
You want more flan.
Want more flan.
Flan!
Give me flan!
The flan-tasy-flan is a success.
We've got all of nowhere.
Totally flan defies.
And the new hidden immersion works even better.
Tonight we go live on all the networks.
Everywhere.
And turn everyone into flanatics.
Then I will be the king of flan.
Flan!
How did you get in here?
No matter.
How humiliating.
No use fighting it, dog.
We are about to live in a flan-tasy world.
You want to destroy flan?
Flan will destroy you.
Flan -tasy -flan.
Bye, flan-tasy-flan.
Flan -tasy -flan.
Bye, flan-tasy-flan.
Flan!
Where's flan?
Flan!
Maybe there'll be a commercial.
Hey!
What happened to you, woman?
You look like a house.
Look who's calling the kettle black.
That's stupid.
Flan?
This is going to be our gold this holiday.
Because it's free.
So this is Hip Hip Island.
I hate islands.
Welcome to Hip Hip Island.
I am Chief Wicky Wicky.
Oh, my.
Chief himself.
Does the puppy got chopped meat?
This is my daughter, a wicky wicky whoa.
So pleased to meet you, Your Majesty.
Please, since you're a natural native, thank you for inviting us to your island.
Why'd you pick us?
Look and phone book.
You live in middle of nowhere.
Figure no one miss when you're gone.
I mean on vacation.
But how do you make money if you give away free vacations?
Shut up.
Where's the grub?
You have hot time.
Not payment enough for us.
Dress lady for hot time.
Oh, my.
Yes, lady look ready to dive right into bubbling good time.
Oh, my, yes.
And
then, mongo say to python.
I don't get it.
And then I lifted my truck with one hand and saved the cute little bunny.
Ow!
What are you trying to do?
Bust the arm.
It is time for ceremony.
Oh, I love ceremonies.
Where's the grub?
Hey, what's going on?
Where'd everything go?
Ah, wicked, wicked wolf.
She have wedding coconut ready.
Will there be shuffleboard afterwards?
Afterwards, you will enjoy long rest.
Very long rest.
Let
human offering begin.
Oh, very goody.
Yes, courage, there's nothing like a good song of a complexion.
Feels so warm against my skin.
You anger volcano god.
If volcano god not get human offering, volcano god blow whole volcano.
Destroy everything on island.
No worry, dog.
Lady going into volcano.
So, volcano god turn off mountain of smoke before it blow.
Oh, great groovy god, the volcano.
With flame so hot and smoke so wispy.
We shove this lady down your dreino.
So, don't cook us up extra crispy.
Courage!
Dog funny.
Before we send lady to volcano god, we bring
out ceremonial wild boar to eat ceremonial pies.
You barking up wrong tree.
You want to talk to volcano god.
And he we down inside volcano.
You better go now before more finished pies.
Close the door.
You're letting out all the game you saved.
You interested in a ski condo?
We start the build next week.
Tropical ski resort.
Who needs to freeze just because they want to skate?
Soon as we scare the last of them pesky natives off the island.
More smoke, more rumble.
That ought to get them swimming off the island.
And I cover the place with snow using this bad boy.
Mileage stinks, but that baby can blow snow like nobody's business.
What do they think?
There's a volcano god looking for a human offering or something?
Mm -hmm.
Sheesh.
Yes, I'm just going to have to cook them.
And I'll name the lodge after them.
Better get out of here before it's soup time.
So,
the big pig finished the pies.
You banger, volcano god.
You're a poor dog.
Vulcan, we live.
I tattoo your face.
Since
college, you scared the lava right back into the volcano.
Please take this big fat wild boar as apology.
Well, he does like pie, and I make a wicked pie.
But I have my cottage.
Mm-hmm.
Come on, Leustis.
Time to go.
Say goodbye, dear friend.
Friend?
What friend?
I ain't got no friend.
I guess you prove there's no volcano god after all.
We not stupid.
Not so fast.
I'll tell you, that ride turned me around.
Hey, Chiefy, can I build you a nice split - level hut?
Anything you want.