[MAN ON ROLLERCOASTER CACKLING AND SCREAMING]
Are you sure it's good to go to an amusement park...
...after getting out of the hospital?
I mean, we were kidnapped and manhandled...
...by a really mean man-crab.
I believe it's "crab-handled," not manhandled.
And it was all bogus, remember?
They caught the guy.
Creepy Spooky Terror Land is totally safe.
Besides, attendance is so bad, tickets are cheap.
[IN MONOTONE] Hey, hey. Ride the Nauseator. No waiting.
Ever.
[BRENDA GASPS]
Hey, this thing is pretty loo--
[BRENDA YELLS]
[BOTH GRUNT]
Oh, my sternum.
Look at that view, Bren. You can see all of Crystal Cove from here.
You're right. From up here, it doesn't look like...
...such a scary place to live.
And maybe everything will turn out all right for us.
- Oh, Brenda.... - Oh, Dylan....
[LIPS SMACKING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Let's table our emotional embrace.
Totes. At least we're together.
And safe.
[MONSTER GROWLING]
[BRENDA SCREAMS]
MANTICORE: These grounds are now the domain of the manticore.
[BRENDA SCREAMS]
Hey, hey. Ride the Nauseator.
No waiting. Ever.
SCOOBY: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
[LIGHTS BEEPING]
[LASERS BUZZING]
[GASPS]
If I'd known this was all it'd take to get your attention...
...I would've just rung the bell.
I wanna see Mr. E. Now.
The Mystery, Inc kids have found a piece of the planispheric disc.
MR. E: So now we know where two of the pieces are.
Good work, Angel.
Just remember, I'm working with you, not for you, E.
I'm worried about those kids.
MR. E: Why? - Pericles is loose.
And that nutso parrot might go after the piece...
...which puts them in danger.
And us, if the former members of our club get wind of it.
MR. E: Don't worry, little Angel.
The other two won't move a muscle as long as Fred Jones is still alive.
JONES: Look...
...this isn't easy for me...
...but I need your help.
Our help? Dad, are we bonding?
Look at me.
[PANTING]
I'm shaking.
Galloping gopher ponies, Fred, don't get all girly on me.
I asked you here because this manticore problem may be my fault.
Your fault?
I was looking on the Internet for something to help the park...
...when I found HauntedAttractions4Sale.Scare...
...advertising an ancient Persian temple "Haunted by a Manticore."
Ha, ha! Oh, come on. Who buys a temple on the Internet?
- Sorry, sir. - It was a deal.
I paid the owners of the temple in leftover Que Horrifico T-shirts...
...and they shipped the temple here.
Seemed like a good idea at the time to boost tourism.
But now it appears that the manticore is actually eating tourists.
What can I say? Buyer's remorse.
We'll do it. We'll fix this for you.
I can't tell you what it means to me that you're actually asking for our help.
This is gonna be great, Dad.
We'll go on team stakeouts together.
We'll build traps together.
Yeah, I won't be taking part in any of that.
Understood.
But I know you'll be there in spirit.
Let's wrap this one up neat and fast, gang.
My dad's counting on us.
FLEACH: We're running a special on our Nefarious Nachos.
Where? Unh!
Sorry, mister. Which way did you say the nachos were?
Not now, Shaggy.
We're here to solidify my relationship with my father.
And save the amusement park.
I'm afraid Creepy Spooky Terror Land may be beyond saving.
Oh, I'm the owner, Winslow Fleach, and this is my daughter.
Hot Dog Water.
Hello, Velma.
Hot Dog Water? Heh.
Is that some sort of nickname, honey?
Hey, look, sometimes I recycle the water we boil the park's hot dogs in for bathing...
...to save money, but, heh....
It's okay, Dad. We don't need to explain our ways.
Besides, Velma and I are old friends from the science-fair circuit.
Yeah. Sorry about beating you again this year.
Well, ah, it might be the last science fair you compete in, darling.
With the park going under, I'll never be able to pay for college.
It's that bad?
I've constructed a detailed financial model...
...taking into account 300 variables, and they all say the same thing.
Close the park. Immediately.
Oh, no, no, wait, please.
Can't you just hold off and give us a chance to investigate?
Well, I suppose I can't get any more broke.
- All right. - Can we go investigate the nachos?
No. We're gonna start where this all started.
The temple.
Like, we would have been better off investigating the nachos.
You can learn a lot from artificially flavored cheese sauce.
Uh-huh!
Learning is yummy.
Guys, this temple is our only lead...
...and we shouldn't stop until we've seen every inch of...it.
You know, even for a place called Creepy Spooky Terror Land...
...this is pretty scary.
Look at those shadows up there.
It's a perfect place for a trap.
MANTICORE: Be gone!
Or a manticore!
[MANTICORE GROWLING]
I will feast on your bones.
[ALL GASP]
Awesome. My dad is gonna be stoked.
Hey, wait. Where are we going?
[PANTING]
DAPHNE: Faster.
[PANTING]
Like, if we had gone to investigate the nachos...
...none of this would have happened.
Through here.
[MANTICORE ROARING]
We lost it.
Guys, what are you doing?
Let's get back out there and catch that thing.
What we need is bait.
Who here has the most delicious bones?
- Freddy. - Hey, gang, look at this.
They turned this temple into an amusement park ride, remember?
All we have to do is ride the ride and get off at the exit.
Like, already on it.
Hop in, everybody. Scooby-Doo, hit the power.
You got it.
[MOTOR REVVING]
Ah! This is, like, the only way to get away from monsters.
[MANTICORE ROARS AND GANG YELLS]
On second thought, there's probably a better way. Ooh-hoo!
[GANG YELLING]
VELMA: Everybody, get ready.
Jump!
Infernal contraption. Release me.
That was, like, way too close.
Tell me about it. Phew!
We're gonna have to get closer if we're gonna solve this.
First, we need to find out more about this temple my dad bought.
ANGEL: A "mana" what? - Manticore.
It's got the body of a lion, dragon wings, scorpion tail, and a terrifying man face.
My dad bought it with some T-shirts online.
Outsourcing monsters.
Sounds like the mayor.
What was the name of that site? Oh, yeah.
HauntedAttractions4Sale.Scare.
Here it is.
Huh. Looks like the temple was the last thing they had to sell.
It says they're closed.
It says a lot more than that.
This website is a fake.
Like, how can you tell?
All these photos of so-called "haunted attractions"...
...don't they look familiar?
Hey, that's not a "life-size possessed tribal idol"...
...it's the Statue of Liberty.
Someone went to a lot of trouble to put this site together.
Someone with serious computer expertise.
I'm starting to think...
...we might not be dealing with a real manticore here.
I think you're right, Daphne.
You and Velma and I better go back to my dad's office and ask more questions.
Shaggy, you and Scooby head over to Creepy Spooky Terror Land.
There may be more clues there.
- Great. - Great.
And don't start with the nachos.
- Aw! - Aw! Shoot.
Hang back a second, girl.
You tell the rest of the gang about our secret?
You mean that your real name is Cassidy Williams...
...and you're an original member of Mystery Incorporated?
No, I haven't, because you said you were going to do it.
Soon as things are safe, baby.
Which reminds me, you still have that weird piece of disc...
...you found in the Darrow Mansion?
Fred has it. He hid it somewhere.
Good. As long as it's safe.
Safe from whom?
Child, it's best right now if you didn't know the answer to that.
Dad. What are you doing?
Oh, just, uh....
Just studying plans for my mayoral library that'll be built after my term's over.
Um.... Only presidents get libraries when their terms end, sir.
Yes. That's why I'm voting "no" on the library. Heh, heh.
So. Have you solved my manticore problem?
Mr. Mayor, we were wondering...
...did someone tell you about the website you used to buy the temple?
No, I just typed "haunted attractions" into the search engine.
And you didn't notice anything unusual about the website?
Mm.... No.
Well, if you think of anything, you'll call me, right, Dad?
Sure. You or Velma.
Probably Velma.
Just keep working on this manticore, all right?
You got it, Dad.
Well, I guess there's no clues in the cotton candy. Hoo-hoo!
Nope. Just sugary goodness.
What other snacks can we investigate...
...that aren't, like, nachos?
SCOOBY: Those churros look suspicious.
Good spotting, Scooby-Doo.
Let's interrogate them in our bellies.
[BOTH SNIFFING]
Ew! You smell that, Scoob?
Pee-yew! I just lost my appetite.
How many plushy Char Gar Gothakon dolls do we still have to get rid of?
About 5000.
[FLEACH SIGHS]
We'll give away five with every churro purchased.
Good plan, Dad.
Especially since Velma and her friends...
...haven't been able to solve our manticore problem.
Hot Dog Water's right.
We need to focus. Concentrate.
Yeah. Let's find some clues.
[BOTH SNIFFING]
SCOOBY: Phew!
Yeah. This is, like, hard work.
How about a break, Scoob?
Okay. Woo-hoo!
Roller coaster.
Actually, this is, like, as good of a place...
...to search for clues as anywhere else.
Good point, Shaggy.
I mean, who's to say that up here...
...we won't find some sign of the-- Aah!
SCOOBY & SHAGGY: Manticore! MANTICORE: Ha, ha!
Farewell, mortals.
[BOTH YELLING]
[MANTICORE CACKLING]
MANTICORE: Once again, to your doom.
Scoob! This isn't good!
No, not good.
SHAGGY: But this is worse!
[BOTH YELLING]
[SHAGGY & SCOOBY YELLING]
[BOTH GRUNTING AND WHIMPERING]
Oh, thank goodness you're alive.
By the way, you owe me for those three rides.
[ALL GASP]
What happened, you guys?
[IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE] It was, like, the manticore.
[IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE] Yeah, it grabbed us.
What's with the voices, you two?
You sound like you've been sucking on helium balloons.
Maybe this is what happens when you inhale too much manticore.
Hmm....
That's it, I am closing this park right this very second.
Good idea, Dad.
I can't stand seeing you like this, and we don't want anyone else to get hurt.
No way.
I'm not letting you shut down Creepy Spooky Terror Land.
ALL: Huh?
My father wants this park to succeed, and he's counting on me...
...and my friends to help make sure that that happens.
And I am not gonna let him down, especially now that we've become so close.
It sounds like you've got a plan, Freddy.
I do.
I know just what we need to trap this manticore.
FRED: Okay, while Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby are prepping...
...the manticore bait...
...we just need to grab a few things.
- Like? - Rope, a stapler, tennis rackets...
...and four pounds of halibut.
Uh, the halibut's in my room for emergency reasons.
Velma, you get that, and I'll get the rest.
Mayor Jones?
Oh! Uh--Ah--
Velma. I was just, um...
...looking for my receipt for that crazy temple.
In Fred's drawers?
Yes. Well, it's always "the last place you look," isn't that what they say?
But, unfortunately, not here.
Excuse me.
Got them? Good. Let's go.
Fred, just curious. You know that disc piece we found?
- What did you do with it? - Huh?
- Oh. I gave it to Shaggy and Scooby. - You what?
They're the last people anyone would suspect...
...of having anything important, right?
Wow. That's actually kind of genius.
Sometimes you astound me, Freddy Jones.
[IN NORMAL VOICE] I can't take much more of this.
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Me neither.
This is the last of the nacho cheese, guys.
You can't eat this coating.
You guys look perfect.
[GROANS]
Why are we, like, doing this, again?
Well, as everyone knows...
...manticores have a legendary fondness for human flesh.
The halibut and spicy cheese sauce, heh, it's kind of my own special touch.
Must not lick self.
Must be...
[SHIVERING]
...strong.
You guys will walk back and forth in front of the temple...
...luring the manticore out.
Then we'll bash it with tennis rackets and staple its wings to the ground.
Sound good?
Oh. Like, oops.
[SCOOBY SLURPS]
Now what are we going--?
[SNIFFS]
You guys smell that?
- Smells like-- - Manticore.
VELMA: No. Wait. I got it--
[MANTICORE ROARS AND VELMA YELLS]
[ROARING]
[DAPHNE SCREAMING]
FRED: Daphne!
[GRUNTING]
[DAPHNE SCREAMING AND MANTICORE LAUGHING]
[GRUNTING]
VELMA: Gotcha. Oh!
SHAGGY: Got you.
[ALL GRUNTING]
Gulp! But, like, who's gonna get me?
[ALL YELLING]
I'll save you, Shaggy.
[ALL YELL]
SHAGGY: Yeah! Ride him, Scooby-Doo!
[SCOOBY WHIMPERING]
SCOOBY: I'm trying.
You are doomed, flea-covered one.
Doomed.
[SCOOBY YELLING]
MANTICORE: No, fool. No!
[SCOOBY COUGHING]
[SPUTTERING]
Look at that.
Are manticores double-jointed?
This is no manticore, Daphne.
This is....
ALL: Hot Dog Water?
Just as I suspected.
It totally makes sense when you put the clues together.
Someone with computer skills had to make that fake website...
...and Hot Dog Water has those skills. And remember?
Just before the manticore attacked, I smelled something familiar.
It was briny, greasy hot dog water.
But what I don't know is why Shaggy and Scooby had such high voices...
...after you attacked them before.
Or why you'd want this amusement park to close so badly.
How could you know?
Your intellect is so far inferior to mine.
It all started on a boring Friday night when I didn't have a date.
Hard to imagine.
I decided to run some experiments on the steel used to build the park's rides.
I found that, if you melted the steel down and combined it...
...with chromium, stelignight, and mercury phosphate...
...it created a kind of super helium.
Shaggy and Scooby must have inhaled some helium gas...
...from the manticore's posterior relief hole.
That's why their voices were so high.
I figured, if I could get the park to close...
...I could take all the steel, melt it down...
...and sell the super helium to the Australian zeppelin fleet.
I'd have made a fortune.
And shown you up in the process, Velma.
Another mystery solved.
It still seems like something's missing.
"Meddling kids and their dog will foil your plan."
Yep. That would be it.
[SIREN WAILS]
ANGEL: I know who has the planispheric disc piece, but not where.
MR. E: Speak.
I put a bug on Velma when I saw her earlier.
She didn't suspect a thing.
Later I heard Fred tell her that Shaggy and Scooby have the piece.
But he didn't say anything more than that.
MR. E: He told Velma, and us, enough.
Everything will work out just fine.
You see, Scooby is a far more trusting companion...
...than Pericles was to me.
[English - US -SDH]