I thought “Fury” was the name of a horse.
Then again, I watched too much TV when I was a kid.
Ricks boys, trapped AGAIN in some subterreanean cave with, of course, the water rising: “Flipper, go tell dad we're trapped at 36.45 degrees latitude, and 45.89 degrees west longitude. Oh and pick me up a couple of cheesburgers, onion, mustard and lettuce, hold the pickle, on your way back.
Arent you thinking of Champion the wonder horse?