- Are you sure this is New York City? - Yeah, absolutely.
Now, if I'm not mistaken, this here is, uh, Broadway.
- What's that street sign say? WOMAN: Gator Avenue.
Hmm. I wonder how far Gator Avenue is from Broadway.
According to this map, 2000 miles.
Well, in that case, uh, we're gonna need to fill up the tank. Ha, ha.
Hello?
Hello, anybody there? Hello?
Petals.
Come back.
[GROWLING]
Hmm.
Huh.
Mm-hm.
Petals?
[ROARS]
[GIRL SCREAMING]
Gator-man!
Oh, sweetie, there's no such thing as...
[GROWLING]
Gator-man!
[ALL SCREAM]
Petals.
[MONSTERS GROWLING]
SCOOBY: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
Oh, I am so bored.
We haven't had a good mystery in I don't know when.
Ah, Fred, I think I've read every magazine in your house.
What's that?
No, don't. Whoa!
DAPHNE: Traps Illustrated?
- Freddy. - I, uh...
I read it for the articles.
In fact, it's where I got the idea for this little beauty.
Who do you expect to trap outside your front door?
[DOORBELL RINGS]
[MAN YELLS]
Let's find out.
I got a package for a Fred Jones.
Hey, that's me.
[MAN GRUNTS]
What is it?
Like, um, I think it's a box.
It's from Mr. E.
"Saved this for a rainy day. Enjoy."
Mr. E gives me the creeps.
Fred, careful, that could be a bomb.
Ooh. Strike that, cute purse.
Check it out.
"One hundred percent pure gator, made in Gatorsburg."
Gatorsburg?
But that's impossible.
Gatorsburg hasn't manufactured gator products in decades.
Not since the gator mines dried up.
Gator mines?
Gatorsburg was founded back in the 1800s...
when prospectors searching for gold...
struck something much more valuable.
Alligator.
MAN 1: Yeah, we're all gonna be rich.
[MEN LAUGHING]
MAN 2: They're not that fast.
We could catch them. They're not that fast.
VELMA: Gatorsburg had more alligators than anywhere in the world.
Overnight, Gatorsburg became a boom town.
The town became famous for its gator-skin products.
Then, the gator wells ran dry.
Gatorsburg became a ghost town.
But, like, Freddy, it says it was made in Gatorsburg.
[SCOOBY SNIFFS]
Oh. Smells new.
Gang, we have a mystery on our hands.
Oh, sweet Christmas, finally.
[ALL YELL]
SHAGGY: Oh, boy.
VELMA: This is what happens when a civilization...
is founded on an entirely gator-based economy.
All right, gang, let's split up and look for clues.
What do you say, Shaggy?
Wanna go clue hunting with me?
Velma, huh, come on, not in front of Scoob.
Hmm? I didn't touch it.
Like, dude, how about we check out Gator Burger?
Sounds delicious.
[HISSING]
Ah! Like, jackpot, Scooby-Doo.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
[BOTH SIGH]
We need to talk.
Velma, like, I would love to, but, like...
I can't hear anything over the sound of my own stomach.
It's going, like, maybe give me a triple with cheese and chili...
and like, a pickle.
You know what? Forget it.
Velma, wait up.
- Like, Velm, what did I do? - Nothing.
You didn't do anything.
So me not doing anything is the thing that you're mad about?
Like, why do girls have to be so confusing?
Let's go, gang, there's nothing to trap here.
Looks like Mr. E sent us on a wild-goose chase.
Uh, yeah, more like a wild-gator chase. Ha, ha.
[CLICKING]
Hmm. That's weird.
Can you tell what the problem is, Fred?
You see that hole there?
That should be an engine.
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
You kids are in some serious trouble.
[SHAGGY WHIMPERING]
Care to tell me what you're doing in Gatorsburg?
Our van broke down.
Maybe you could take a look at it.
You look like you've got the hands for the job.
Hey, what size is your ring finger?
Why the heck should I help you?
Because you're a mechanic?
[SIGHS]
Touché.
Here's your problem:
Engine's missing.
I'm gonna have to order a new one from Crystal Cove.
Seeing as that's over three miles away, it won't arrive until morning.
So, like, you're saying we're stuck in this super creepy gator town all night long?
[CELL PHONE DIALING]
- Hello? - Hello?
- Yes? - Hey, mom, we're stuck in Gatorsburg.
- The van broke down. - Think you could come and get us?
Oh, I wish I could but tonight's race night.
You know me and horses.
Venus is in its third retrograde. I'm betting on Sick Little Monkey to show.
Malevolent mushroom caps, Fred...
I've already got the recliner in the recline position.
There's no going back from that.
Oh, sweetie, it's dark out.
I can't go out in the dark.
COLTON [ON RECORDING]: You have reached the Rogers' residence.
We're busy right now. Please call back.
Oh, wait, duh. It's still-life night.
Guess we're here for the whole night.
And Scooby-Dooby too.
You could recommend a hotel.
My sister, Greta, runs the best in town.
The Drowsy Gator.
Oh, and a word of advice, don't leave your rooms.
Huh?
[THUNDER CRASHES]
- Shaggy, Shaggy. ALL: Huh?
[SCOOBY WHIMPERING]
That... But... Uh... Huh?
[WHINES]
[PIANO PLAYING SPOOKY MUSIC IN DISTANCE]
[RINGS]
We ain't got no rooms.
But your sign in the window says vacancy.
That sign's broken.
But it's a painted sign.
[SIGHS]
Gunther, we got guests.
Well, hello.
This is my son, Gunther Gator.
I'm Greta Gator.
Your last names are Gator and you live in Gatorsburg.
What a coincidence.
Yeah, coincidence.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
We don't get many guests here at the Drowsy Gator.
VELMA: Shocker.
Like, are those claw marks?
I don't see any marks.
I got a few hotel rules.
Rule number one: Boys and girls in separate rooms.
No exceptions.
Then I guess I'm with you, Daphne.
I said, no exceptions!
But I'm a girl.
Oh, right.
Rule number two: stay in your rooms.
No matter what you hear.
That includes screams, moans, wails, pounding, clawing, scratching...
and anything that sounds like a body being dragged across a hardwood floor.
[WHIMPERING]
Okay.
Well, Shag, looks like you, me and Scoob are in this room.
I almost forgot.
Rule number three: no pets in the hotel.
What?
[GUNTHER CHUCKLES]
It's okay, Scoob. You can sleep in the Mystery Machine.
It's just one night, Scooby-Doo. I'll see you in the morning, buddy.
I hope so.
[BOTH WHIMPERING]
SCOOBY: I'm not a pet.
Is there something different about your bangs?
I raised them a half centimeter to bring out my forehead.
Toodles.
Where are you going?
- I, uh, forgot something. - What?
I forget.
Hmm...
You know, Shag, when we all graduate from high school...
and move in together, we can get a room just like this.
- You like bunk beds? - I can't think about that right now, Fred.
Like, I'm really worried about Scoob.
I'd say check on him if it weren't for the fact that we were warned...
to stay in our rooms.
Hey, do you prefer flannel or cotton sheets?
Shaggy?
- Oh! - Oh. Ha, ha.
- Velma. - Were you sneaking over to see me?
Um, yeah, like, I wanted to see you.
But Freddy told me I had to go check on Scooby-Doo, so I'm doing that.
Trust me, Scoob is just fine.
[WHIMPERING]
Shaggy?
[WHIMPERING]
Huh? Daphne?
I'm looking for Velma.
Have you seen her?
No, but I'm glad you're here. I have something for you.
You do?
It's just a little memento of our time together.
Oh, Freddy. A scrapbook.
I bet it's filled with wonderful pictures of...
Traps?
We used this one to catch the phantom of Vasquez Castle.
Yeah, I remember.
And this baby helped us nab Carlotta the gypsy.
- Mm-hm. I was there. - And this one...
[SCOOBY WHIMPERING]
No monsters. No monsters. No...
[THUNDER CRASHING]
Gator person.
Whoa!
[SCOOBY WHIMPERING]
[MONSTER GROWLING]
Shaggy, Shaggy, help!
[SCOOBY WHIMPERING AND MONSTERS GROWLING]
[RINGING]
Come on, come on, come on.
[MONSTERS GROWLING]
[SCOOBY WHIMPERING]
And I left a few pages blank, you know, for future traps.
Good thinking.
[PANTING]
Scoob, what's the matter?
DAPHNE: He's trying to tell us something.
Tator people?
Uh, crater steeple?
[SCOOBY BABBLING]
- Skater Fleeple? - Gator people.
Phew. Uh-huh, uh-huh.
[MONSTER GROWLING]
[SCOOBY WHIMPERING]
[MONSTERS GROWLING]
DAPHNE: Quick, on the bed.
[DAPHNE WHIMPERING]
FRED: No. DAPHNE: Aah!
- Oh, Fred. - My scrapbook.
FRED: Aah! DAPHNE: Oh, Fred.
This is it. There's no escape.
I've got an idea. Quick, guys, the comforter.
[ALL WHIMPERING]
Wow, look at this.
No Fred, no Daphne, no Scooby.
Just us. Mm...
SHAGGY: Mm...
- Aah! - Shaggy.
Scooby-Doo.
What's going on?
- Gator people. - Come again?
Shh.
Maybe they're gone.
[SHAGGY WHIMPERS]
SCOOBY: Huh?
[DAPHNE SCREAMS]
[GROWLING]
[ALL YELLING]
[BOTH GRUNT]
[BOTH SCREAM]
[GROWLING]
[ALL SCREAMING]
Move toward the door, very slowly.
[MONSTER GROWLS THEN VELMA SCREAMS]
[GRUNTING]
- Velma. VELMA: Shaggy!
[BOTH GRUNT]
You saved me.
I did?
Ha, ha. Like, I did. Zoinks!
[VELMA SCREAMING]
That's disgusting.
- Ugh! FRED: Wait, that isn't real.
It looks like part of a costume.
[ALL GASP]
Run.
[ALL SCREAMING]
Scooby, get behind the wheel.
But the Mystery Machine is broken.
Which is why we're gonna push it.
[MONSTERS GROWLING]
[ALL GRUNTING]
Look, they're stopping.
[GROWLING]
They weren't trying to eat us. They just want us out of town.
- Why? - I don't know.
But if we're gonna solve this mystery, we have to go back into Gatorsburg.
BOTH: Say what?
Like, it's them.
[VELMA GRUNTS]
SCOOBY: Huh?
"One hundred percent pure gator."
This belt is just like the purse Mr. E sent us.
Let me see that.
[GROANS]
- What happened? - I'm allergic to imitation animal skin.
Pleather, fake fur. It all makes me break out.
That belt isn't 100 percent pure gator.
It's a fake. They're all fakes.
So, like, those fake gator people are selling fake gator products?
Dude, we are dealing with serious irony.
We have to stop them.
Like, dude, you gator freaks, you're like the ugliest crocodiles ever.
Who are you calling a crocodile?
Get them.
[ALL GROWLING]
[BOTH PANTING]
- Now. Unh! - Unh!
[MONSTERS YELLING]
Got them.
Old 45 gets them every time.
[DAPHNE SIGHS]
[SIREN WAILING]
Time to find out who these greedy gators really are.
DAPHNE: Grady Gator?
SHAGGY: Greta Gator?
SCOOBY: Gunther Gator?
But why?
After we ran out of gators, everybody moved out of Gatorsburg.
- But not us. - This here's our home.
So with no alligators left, you decided to make imitation gator products...
and pass them off as real.
But you couldn't have anyone snooping around Gatorsburg.
VELMA: So you created the creeping creatures to scare people away.
FRED: Then you could run your gator ring...
without anyone knowing who you were or what you were up to.
Like, that is one ridiculous plan.
And you know what?
We would have gotten away with it too...
if it weren't for you meddling juveniles and your unauthorized investigation...
of our synthetic gator accessories.
You're telling me this gator stuff is fake?
I paid a fortune for this track suit.
Sorry, sheriff.
[SIGHS]
Man, I gotta get out of this suit. This fake gator doesn't breathe.
I'm starting to smell a little funky.
Arrest them...
even though I have absolutely no jurisdiction here.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Wait, sheriff, can you give us a ride? The Mystery Machine isn't...
[ENGINE REVVING]
ALL: Ah! - Zoinks!
Like, there's no engine in the Mystery Machine.
It's haunted.
VELMA: It's from Mr. E.
"Hope you had a good time in Gatorsburg."
But be warned, there are more mysteries to come.
"This is only one piece of the puzzle."
Puzzle? What's that supposed to mean?
Like, I've got a bad feeling we're gonna find out. Oh.
[WHIMPERING]
[ENGLISH - US - SDH]