Author's Note: This is my first Courage fanfic, or any fanfic for that matter, so I hope you like it.  I mean no offence to anyone Indian or from India.

We interrupt your usual fanfiction reading program to bring you the Courage the Cowardly Dog Show! . . . 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 (and and its up to Courage to save his new home!

COURAGE GOES TO INDIA

It was a usual day at the Bagg residence, the mild breeze blowing and the windmill squeaking in the background. Courage was resting peacefully on a rug beside the sofa watching Muriel practice her sitar on the couch. Eustace was up on the first floor taking a bath, making a considerable din. Courage sighed. This was the good life.

Just then, he noticed someone peering in through the window. It was a curious little man with a turban dressed in white robes. He was bent almost double and as soon as he saw Courage, ducked under the window.

Of course, this scared Courage to bits and pieces, literally. He managed to pull himself together and did his usual weird little incomprehensible dance in front of Muriel, hoping she would understand.

"Oh, Courage! I'd nearly finished practicing that piece on my sitar! Now I have to start all over again . . . What is it?"

But Courage couldn't explain. The doorbell rang.

"Who's that bothering us now," yelled Eustace from the bathroom. "Tell them to get off my property!"

"Let's just see who it is. You never know who might turn up at our doorstep! "said Muriel as she walked toward the door. Courage tried fiercely to stop Muriel from opening the door, but in vain.

Muriel opened the door to reveal a tall, tanned handsome looking young man. He too was wearing a turban but was dressed in a very impressive suit. Courage was shocked. He looked left and right for the other man, but there was no sign of him. The young man handed a card to Muriel and clapped his hands twice and vanished.

"Oh my! I wonder what that was all about," said Muriel as she sat back down on the sofa to open the card.

Eustace came walking down the stairs, a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked grumpy. "Who was that? Disturbing my bath!"

"Just a nice man who came to deliver this," said Muriel as she showed Eustace the card.

"Well open it then!"

By this time, Courage's interest was aroused and he too was eager to find out what was inside the card.

Muriel opened it and this was what it said:

INTERNATIONAL SITAR COMPETITION

Muriel Bagg, you are hereby invited to the International Sitar Competition that will commence tomorrow in India.

We know you are an expert in this field and would appreciate it if you could come.

Contact Dr. Vindaloo who is an avid fan of the arts.

He will direct you to the location of the competition. Hope to see you there!

P.S. – There is a grand prize of $10,000!

"I didn't know I was that good at playing the sitar! Oh well, it's only polite to accept an invitation . . ." said Muriel.

"I ain't goin' to India! I like it right here," said Eustace, stamping his foot.

"Well, it says there's a ten thousand dollar prize . . ." said Muriel.

Eustace's eyes shone. "Well, I guess I could come. Someone's got to manage all that money!"

"Ooooh, I don't like the sound of this!" thought Courage. But of course, there was nothing he could do.