03x07 - Feast of the Bullfrogs/Tulip's Worm

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-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.

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-But creepy stuff happens in Nowhere.

- It's up to Courage to save his new home.
-(SCREAMING)

Stupid dog! You made me look bad!

-(EUSTACE YELLS)
-(COURAGE SCREAMS)

(FROGS CROAKING)

Hmm, need water.

Find new pond!

ALL: Pond! Water!

(CREAKING)

(FROG CROAKING)

(FROGS CROAKING)

(w*r MOVIE PLAYING ON TV)

(SLOSHING)

Eh? What's that?

(CROAKING)

Ew! Frog!

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(SQUEAKS)

(CROAK)

(enemas)

(CROAKS)

(YELLING)

(MURIEL HUMS)

(CROAKING)

Eustace, the strangest thing.

There's a frog in my tea.

(CROAKING)

Yeah?
Well, there's a frog in me foot water.

(CROAKING)

(COURAGE SCREAMING)

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(CROAKING)

You got that shiner from a frog?
You girlie dog.

(CROAKING)

Hello, Nowhere Pest Control?
Me house is getting overrun with--

- Oh!
-(CROAKING)

- Eh?
-Oh!

(SCREAMING)

(FANFARE)

(CROAKING)

Much water here.

Dig pond now.

What?

(SNAPS FINGERS)

His Majesty Buffo has declared,
proclaimed and officially stated

with great succinctitude, tersimitry,
and lack of redundantation

that you dig a pond now.

(GASPS)

You can't dig a pond here.

Not us, you. Now!

ALL: (CHANTING) Dig pond!

Slimy stinkin' frogs!

I'm getting me mallet.

Ugh! OOf!

That's not very polite.

You'll have to go. Now.

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMS)

Dog, dig pond, now.

You dig, dog?

(WHIMPERING)

Oh, my!

Pond!

ALL: (CHANTING) Pond!

Pond dry. You, get water.

Make me!

(GROANING)

You get lily pads.

(CLATTERING)

(WHIMPERS)

(FLY BUZZING)

(FLY BUZZING)

(GRUMBLING)

(GROWLING)

Goodness! We don't have any lily pads.

(GROWLING)

(WHIMPERING)

(CROAKING) Mmm-hmm!

(CROAKING AND MURMURING)

FROGS: Ooh! Aah!

Ah. Oh!

FROGS: Ooh!

Lily pads!

You, klutz.
Live with frogs, hop like frogs.

I'm sorry,
but hopping just isn't my thing.

I don't do no hopping!

Ah!

Yikes!

You hop!

- O h!
-Ow!

Slimy stinkin' frogs!

You croak like frogs.

I don't do no talking like slimy stink--
Oh!

Ribbit-ribbit.

Time to eat like frogs.

(FLY BUZZING)

Oh!

I find this all very demeaning.

Ribbit-ribbit.

Oh!

(FANFARE)

Buffo now declare pond open.

d (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) d

(CROAKING)

(EXCLAIMS)

- Ribbit-ribbit.
- Ribbit-ribbit.

A celebration feast, Your Majesty?

Yes.

Blan', get many flies.

Use dog.

(WHIMPERING)

Oh!

(WHIMPERING)

(FLIES BUZZING)

(SLURPING)

(WHISTLING)

(EXCLAIMS)

Go tell His Majesty Buffo
that the fly marinade is exquisite.

And soon he shall enjoy
a royal feast of human legs.

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

- Ribbit-ribbit.
- Ribbit-ribbit.

(WHIMPERS)

(LAUGHING)

(FLIES BUZZING)

(SCREAMING)

(SIZZLING)

Oh, no!

(WHISTLING)

FROGS: Appetizers!

What the...

(FROGS SCREAMING)

(FROGS SCREAMING)

(SPLASH)

Yay!

-(SIZZLING)
-(FLIES BUZZING)

Oh! Oh! Ah! Oh!

(GRUNTS)

-(GAsPs)
- Oh, my!

Whew!

BUFFO". Buffo alone.

Buffo go. Find new worshippers.

Stupid dog!

d (STADIUM ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING ON TV) d

Whew!

I'm off green tea for a spell.

Pekoe suits me just fine.

Quiet! I'm trying to watch the game!

-(WHACK)
- ANNOUNCER: Ha-ha! Fly to center-field!

Going! Going!
I don't think anyone can catch this ?y!

Wait!

(CROWD CHEERING)

A tremendous catch by
center-fielder, Buffo!

(CROAKING)

-(FLY BUZZING)
-(SMACK)

(BOTH EXCLAIM)

(SCREAMING)

Okay, where's the worm?

I keep telling you, ask first, then fry.

(TUBA PLAYING)

Oh!

Lousy, noisy, horn-blowing dog!

Eh!

(STRUGGLING)

(PLAYING TUBA)

Huh?

(PLAYING TUBA)

Courage, I'm glad to see you found
a friend who likes your tuba-playing.

(TREMBLING)

- Huh?
- A shy one, he is.

It's your favorite.

Peanut butter and jelly.

With just a wee dash of vinegar.

(EXCLAIMS)

(EXCLAIMING)

(WHIMPERS)

(enemas)

It is a lovely cloud formation.

Looks like my Aunt Gertrude,
but without the ugly mole.

- Do you like the sandwich?
-(GASPS)

Oh!

(WHIMPERING)

(GASPS)

-(w*apon POWERING UP)
- Questions first!

Sheesh!

You seen a worm around here?

What do you want with a wee worm?

We're gonna take it c*ptive,
bring it back to where it belongs.

That hardly seems nice.

(w*apon POWERING UP)

Uh! Hey, Muriel.

Shut the window!

- So, tell us where the worm is or fry!
-(w*apon POWERING UP)

I must say, you aren't very polite!

-(TREMBLING)
- Tell us where the worm is or fry!

Please?

(TREMBLING)

(GASPS)

(PLAYING TUBA)

You're going to hurt
the sweet little thing.

(RUMBLING)

(ROARS)

(SHRIEKING)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

Okay, worm, you're coming home.

Tulip wants you back.
So, just give it up, bucko.

(Bu RPS)

Maybe Eustace was right about the tuba.

-(ROARING)
-(BOTH SCREAMING)

No!

(THUDS)

(PANTING)

Courage, it's me, Muriel.
I'm inside the worm.

(SCREAMING)

It really isn't so bad.
Except for the getting digested part.

Okay, dog, listen.

Get us out of here!

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

It's easy. Get us to Tulip.

The worm's her pet.

Uh-huh.

She's very nice.

She'll know what to do.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Just get us onto the ship and fly us back
to Planet Eck in Galaxy L-Seven X.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Nuh-uh.

Courage, we've got to get to
this Tulip person

if we're going to get out of here alive.

I'm feeling woozy.

(PLAYING TUBA)

(EXHALES)

(ROARING)

(TUBA PLAYING ON HEADSET)

Are we on the ship?

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Okay. Drive it out of here!

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

It's easy.

Ever fly a tri-neutronic split-vector
interstellar transport

with an acceleron
sub-particulate field generator?

Nuh-uh.

Ever ride a bike?

- Uh-huh.
- Same thing.

(POWERING UP)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMING)

Okay. Left at Saturn,
take the Nebulon off-ramp

to Interstellar-SO.

(PANTING)

When you see the Intergalactic
House of Sausage, count to 12.

(PANTING)

Think lovely thoughts and press
the big red button. Got it?

Mmm-hmm.

By the way, the worm has started
the active digestion phase.

So, if you don't mind, move it!

Courage, hurry!

(GASPS)

Uh! Just what is it doing now?

Tenderizing.

(BOTH SCREAM)

(TUBA MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHIMPERS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(PINGING)

(PANTING)

I must say, I don't much like
being quite so tender.

(SNEEZING)

- Oh!
-(ALARM BLARING)

Oh! Whoa! Oh!

Wens)

(RADIO STATIC)

MAN: (ON RADIO) Mom and Dad, come on down
to the Intergalactic House of Sausage.

Free balloons for the kids.

One, two, three...

The lake's lovely,
but I don't have a bathing suit.

Ten, eleven, twelve!

(PANTING)

Ow'.!

Oh, Wormy.

I've missed you, you runaway worm you.

(GASPS) Oh, hello, little pink dog.

I'm Tulip.

Have you seen my teddies?

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

Naughty, naughty Wormy.

-(SQUISHING)
- Oh, no!

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

The teddies are too far down
to squeeze out!

(SOBBING)

My teddies.

Oh, no!

(STRAINING)

(GIGG LING)

(SNEEZING)

(SPUTTERING)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, Courage, I hope
you enjoyed your lunch.

I'm going to take a nap.

Ah-ha!

(RUMBLING)

-(WORM CHOKING)
-(TULIP CRYING)

Wormy?

Teddies!

Oh, you're okay!

And now I have two more pets.

(SCREAMING)

Ouch! Naughty pet.

(GASPS) Naughty pets.

(WHIRRING)

Naughty, naughty new pets.

(BOTH SCREAM)

(BLASTING OFF)

Muriel, it's getting chilly!

Will you shut that darn window already?

Thanks.

I sure could use a wee bit of dinner.

How about a nice peanut butter and jelly
sandwich, Courage?

With just a wee dash of vinegar.

(GAGS)

(VOMITING)

d (TUBA MUSIC PLAYING) d

X (THEME sous) x

EUSTACE'. Stupid dog!

(LAUGHS)