03x13 - King of Flan/Courage Under the Volcano

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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)

Isn't love lovely?

(YAWNS)




Is it over yet?

Finally.

Got your attention.

Here it is.

A wonderful product.

Oh, yes.

Order before midnight tonight.

- Boom.
-(expl*si*n ONSCREEN)

Are you listening?

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

(SNORING)

(CLATTERING)

Huh?




(CLINKING)

(enemas)

Got any flan?

(SNIFFS)

I smell flan.

I know it.

There's some more flan
around here somewhere.

(SNIFFS)

Where's your flan?

Huh?

Stupid dog.

(COURAGE GROANS)

(YELPING)

You got flan?

Don't be holding out on me.

No, my mouth hurts.

- The dog's dry.
-(COURAGE GROANS)

Time for a flan run.

I'll get the truck.

(SCREAMING)

Flan.

Flan.

Step on it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Gotta get flan.

Plenty of flan.

(WHIMPERS)

ALL: (SHOUTING) Flan.

(BABY CRYING) Flan.

(GASPS)

Yeah, flan.

(BABBLING)

Flan.

(YELPING)

(SNARLS)

You got the line on some flan, dog?

Any flan at all?

Mmm-mmm.

-(GROANING)
-(CROWD SHOUTING EXCITEDLY)

(LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING EXULTANTLY)

(WOOD SPLITTING)

Flan.

(LICKING)

Found some under my nails.

(SLURPS)

Huh?

(SLURPING) Oh.

They're my nails.

Flan.

- Flan.
- Flan.

Huh?

?One Flan Drive.? Hmm.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CRASHES)

(LAUGHS)

(GASPING)

(LAUGHS)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Service, pick up line two.

VILLAIN: Buy Flan-tasy Flan.

Buy Flan-tasy Flan.

Buy Flan-tasy Flan

before midnight tonight.

Buy Flan-tasy Flan.

I'm telling the world.

Flan-tasy Flan.

Flan-tasy Flan.

And every time you see my face,

boom.

You want more ?an.

- Want more flan.
-(DROOLING)

(GASPING) Flan.

Flan.

Give me flan.

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

The Flan-tasy hypno-mercial is a success.

We've got all of Nowhere
totally flan-tifized.

And the new hypno-mercial
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.

(LAUGHING)

Flan.

(GROANS)

(LAUGHING)

How did you get in here?

No matter.

(YELPING)

(SHUDDERING)

How humiliating.

(LAUGHING)

No use fighting it, dog.

We are about to live in a flan-tasy world.

"(G RU NTS)
-(G ROANS)

You want to destroy flan?

Flan will destroy you.

(EXCLAIMS WILDLY)

(PANTING)

(YELLING)

(GROANS)

(YELPS)

(LAUGHS)

Oh, no.

Buy Flan-tasy Flan.

Buy Flan-tasy Flan.

(SHRIEKS)

(PANTING)

(LAUGHS)

(GASPS)

(VOMITING)

Bleh.

Ah.

(SCREAMS) Oh.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

No. No.

(GASPS)

Oh.

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(YELLS)

Ow.

Buy Flan-tasy Flan.

- No. No. No.
-Buy Flan-tasy Flan.

- Buy Flan-tasy Flan.
- Flan?

- Buy Flan-tasy Flan.
- Flan.

(RECORDED VOICE CONTINUES)

Flan.

Flan.

Where's flan?

Flan.

Maybe there'll be a commercial.

(STATIC ON TV)

- Ooh.
- Hey.

- Oh.
- Gah.

Oh, my-

Ohh.

What happened to you, woman?

You look like a house.

Look who's calling the kettle black.

(HOWLING)

(SLURPING)

That's showbiz.

(LAUGHING)

Flan.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(PROPELLER WHIRRING)

- Oh, Courage, look!
- Yay!

This is going to be a gorgeous holiday.

Yeah. Cause it's free!

(ALL SCREAMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

So, this is Hip-Hip Island.

I hate islands!

Oh.

Huh?

Welcome to Hip-Hip Island.

I am Chief Wicky-Wicky.

Oh, my! The chief himself!

Does the buffet got chopped meat?

This is my daughter, Wicky-Wicky-Wu.

So pleased to meet you, Your Majesty.

(elee LING)

(GASPS)

Ah!

(GROANS)

Eustace, you're a natural native.

Thank you for inviting us to your island.

Why did you pick us?

Look in phone book.

You live in the middle of Nowhere.

Figure no one miss when you gone...

(CLEARS THROAT) 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.

That payment enough for us.

Dress lady for hot time.

Oh, my!

Huh?

(GIGG LING)

(CHUCKLES) Yes.

Lady look ready to dive
right into bubbling good time.

Oh, my, yes!

(GIGG LING)

Eh?

(YELLS)

Huh?

(STRAINING)

And then Mongoose say to Python...

(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

I don't get it.

And then I lifted my truck with one hand
and saved the cute little bunny.

(GIGG LING)

Ow! What're you trying to do? Bust me arm?

(GIGG LING)

It is time for ceremony.

(MONKEY SCREECHING)

Oh, I love ceremonies.

Where's the grub?

(GIGG LING)

What's going on? Where'd everything go?

(GROANS)

Ah, Wicky-Wicky-Wu,
she have wedding coconut ready.

Will there be shuffleboard afterwards?

Afterwards, you will enjoy long rest.

Very long rest.

(STRAINING)

Oh!

Let human offering begin.

Oh!

Oh, goody-goody!

(BABBLING)

Yes, Courage.

There's nothing like a good sauna
for the complexion.

Feels so warm against my skin.

No!

(SCREAMING)

(BABBLING)

You anger volcano god.

If volcano god not get human offering,

volcano god blow whole volcano,
destroy everything on island.

(GASPS)

No worry, dog.

Lady going into volcano.

So, volcano god turn off
mountain of smoke before it blow.

Oh, great groovy god of volcano,
with flame so hot and smoke so wispy,

we shove this lady down your drain-o,
so don't cook us up extra crispy.

(SCREAMING)

Oh! Courage!

(GASPS)

MURIEL: Help!

(Bu RPS)

WICKY-WICKY: (LAUGHS) Dog funny.

Before we send lady to volcano god,

we bring up ceremonial wild boar
to eat ceremonial pies.

(YELPING)

You barking up wrong tree.

You want to talk to volcano god.

And he way down inside volcano.

You better go now before boar finish pies.

Hurry, Courage!

Find that volcano god!

(MURIEL SCREAMS)

-(SIZZLING)
- Ow!

(SCREAMING)

wens)

-(SIZZLING)
- Yikes!

Close the door.
You're letting out all the A.C.

You interested in a ski condo?

We start to build next week.

Tropical ski resort.

Huh?

Who needs to freeze
just cause they want to ski?

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.

Then I cover the place with snow
using this bad boy.

(GASPS)

Mileage stinks.

But that baby can blow snow
like nobody's business.

(BABBLING)

What do they think?

There's a volcano god
looking for a human offering or something?

Mmm-hmm.

Geez! Guess I'm just gonna
have to cook them.

Eh, I'll name the lodge after them.

Better get out of here
before it's soup time.

(RUMBLING)

-(ENGINE STARTING)
-(TIRES SCREECHING)

Oh!

(MURIEL SCREAMING)

Ooh!

The big pig finished the pies.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

You anger volcano god.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(GIGG LING)

It your fault, dog.

Volcano god angry.

If we live, I tattoo your face!

(LAUGHING)

Whoa!

(GASPS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

-(SIZZLING)
-(LAVA SCREAMING)

Whoa!

(ALL CHEERING)

You did it, Courage.

You scared the lava
right back into the volcano.

(LAUGHS)

Please take this big fat wild boar
as apology.

(BELCHES)

Well, he does like pie.

And I make a wicked pie.

But I have my Courage.

Mmm-hmm.

Come on, Eustace. Time to go.

Say good-bye to your friend.

Friend? What friend?

- I ain't got no friend.
-(GASPS)

(SOBBING)

I guess you prove
there no volcano god after all.

We not stupid.

VOLCANO GOD: Not so fast.

I'll tell you, that ride turned me around.

Hey, Chief, can I build you
a nice split-level hut?

Anything you want.

(GIGG LING)

x (THEME sous) x

EUSTACE: Stupid Dog!