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Scooby Doo and the Robots (2011)

Posted: 08/25/23 17:49
by bunniefuu
[PIANO PLAYING]

[ALL GASP]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

MAN 1:

Who are these guys?

COLD STEEL: All your valuables

in the sacks, ladies and gents...

...and nobody gets hurt.

MAN 2:

Not so fast, partner.

[GASPING]

[GIGGLING]

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Nice of your Uncle Karl to buy us

train tickets for this trip, Freddy.

"Cyber Gulch, where we make your

wildest Wild West fantasies come true."

Oh, boy. Stacks and stacks of

chuck-wagon flapjacks, here we come.

Flapjacks. Yummy.

"Thanks to modern technology

and the latest in robotics...

...we will re-create a living wild

and woolly Western weekend."

This is gonna be the most

exciting weekend I planned...

...since Fantasy Elvis camp.

- By far.

[IMITATING ELVIS PRESLEY]

It had me all shook up, man. Yeah.

SHAGGY & SCOOBY:

Ooh!

BOTH:

Ah!

BOTH:

Yum!

SHAGGY:

Look, Scoob, tofu burgers.

[BOTH YELP]

Ahh.

- Are we there?

- I don't think so.

I wonder what happened.

Jeepers.

BANDIT: All your valuables in the sacks,

ladies and gents...

...and nobody gets hurt.

Like, no bad guy's gonna rob

my pickle peanut-butter sandwich.

No bad guy's gonna rob anything.

[GRUNTS]

Nothing to worry about, folks.

Everything is all right now.

Except for this.

"Your first Cyber Gulch authentic

experience in your weekend package:

A genuine simulated train robbery."

VELMA:

Freddy, they're just robots.

Oops. Heh. My bad. Heh.

Sorry, fellas.

Greetings, folks. Right this way.

Welcome to Cyber Gulch and the

Western weekend you will never forget.

Incredible. This one is so lifelike.

Ow. Stop that, please.

I happen to be a real person.

They should wear labels.

In fact, I am the only human citizen

of Cyber Gulch...

...that you will encounter this weekend.

Everyone else will be my inventions.

I call them manimatrons.

Best get yourselves onboard now.

Next stop, Cyber Gulch Hotel.

They are programmed to re-create the

most rip-roaring Wild West adventures.

Yippee-kay-yi-oh!

That's their lingo for "sweet."

Why do I suddenly feel saddle-sore?

You have free run of everywhere

in Cyber Gulch.

Oh, except for one place, that is.

You must never ever go

beyond Black Rock.

- Like, why?

- No human...

...has ever come back from there alive.

Good enough for me.

Yeah, me too.

[RATTLING]

[NEIGHING]

Now, keep calm there, buckaroos.

It's just a rattler.

Zoinks! Just a rattler?

Well, there's nothing to fear as long as

the horse don't run off, of course.

[ALL SCREAM]

Hey, like,

I left my stomach back there.

I might be needing that.

I can't stop him.

The mangy cayuse is out of control!

[SCREAMING]

- Golly.

- Jeepers.

Zoinks!

Well, howdy, folks.

I'm the sheriff of Cyber Gulch.

John Lawman's the handle.

Thank you for saving us, sheriff.

All in a day's work, ma'am.

In fact, I do that rescue

every day at 4.

Whoa! This place is gonna be

rip-roaring rooting-tooting.

Well, you better believe it, pilgrim.

And you can always count on me

to scrape you folks out of any danger.

Any danger.

Any danger.

Any danger.

Any danger, any danger, any danger.

[SHUTS DOWN]

Then I sure hope we're never

in any real danger.

Here we are, buckaroos.

Welcome to our home on the range.

[BOTH GASP]

SHAGGY:

Look, Scoob.

[GIGGLING]

Nice hotel.

Cowboys didn't sleep in hotels.

They slept on their horse.

They weren't even cowboys.

They were horsemen.

Hi. Are you real or a robot?

Real, of course.

Can you believe it?

Robots in the West.

They didn't even have

electric lights until 1902.

Leora Lasswell,

professional Western authenticator.

And I am here to tell you that nothing

Western around here is authentic.

But it's all in fun for our fantasies.

Well, my fantasy is to find one thing

in this place that actually happened.

Otherwise, it's just another

Western myth and should be shut down.

You think they actually had

little ponies on their boots?

They'd have been laughed

right out of the saloon.

If they had saloons.

I wonder if there are any other

fun guests at this hotel?

GIBBY:

Hello, Velma.

VELMA:

Gibby Norton?

What are you doing here?

I came for a little excitement.

Looks like I hit the jackpot.

- Don't bet on it.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Always so clever.

Well, save a hoedown for me.

- They didn't have hoedowns.

VELMA: Hmm.

You only say that when

there's something suspicious going on.

Whenever Gibby Norton's around,

there's something suspicious going on.

Well, uh, partners, let's get trotting

to our Wild West fantasies.

You mean it gets better than this?

Whoa! Hey!

Yippee-yi-ahh!

Whoa! Ahh!

[SCOOBY GIGGLING]

Came from Alabama

With a banjo on my knee

And I'm goin' to California

My true love for to see

Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me

'Cause I'm goin' to California

With a banjo on my knee

Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me

'Cause I'm goin' to California

With a banjo on my knee

Oh, Susanna, don't you...

Giddyup, little doggies.

[GIGGLES]

Yeah.

[COYOTE HOWLS]

They said that Chuck Wagon Chuck

was flipping flapjacks down the road.

I hope they meant this road.

Yeah. Me too.

- Yeah.

- Yes.

Yeehaw!

They never said "yeehaw."

This madness has to stop. Huh?

Jeepers, what's going on?

Looks like some galoot didn't pay

this here month's electric bill.

These cowpokes don't seem

to take to water.

Yep, it's suddenly a ghost town

around these here parts...

...if robots can have ghosts.

We need to find that scientist,

Dr. Fleg...

...who seems to have

conveniently disappeared.

Well, partners, looks like we've got

another mystery on our cow hands.

What's that? I think I see a light

coming from up the street.

FRED:

Let's check it out.

- Do you smell flapjacks, Scoob?

- Uh-uh.

And if anyone knows

how to smell flapjacks, it's us.

- Uh-huh.

- So either Chuck Wagon Chuck...

...has chucked his wagon...

...or we're lost.

[GASPS AND WHIMPERS]

Yikes!

A robot graveyard.

We're very, very lost.

Yikes!

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

GIBBY:

Darn. Not that. Sorry.

Definitely not that. Darn.

- Gibby Norton?

- Hello, Velma.

What the heck is going on here?

This is the control room

for all of Cyber Gulch. Cool, huh?

I was fooling with this

and all the lights went out.

Why were you fooling around?

The scientific mind is ever curious.

I got everything going but the lights.

Here they come again.

- Dang.

- Gibby, stop it.

GIBBY:

Eh? Wha...?

Now, where was it that scientist said

we should never ever go?

Oh, yeah, that's it.

[BOTH SCREAM]

[BOTH SCREAM]

SHAGGY: The only thing worse

than seeing crashed robots...

...is seeing live crashed robots.

[WHIMPERING]

[TEETH CHATTERING]

Who knows what harm

you've done, Gibby?

We've gotta shut down

this control panel.

It's no use. I tried everything.

There's no way to stop it.

Amazing. Whoever did that

is a scientific genius.

Thank you.

Now, Gibby, tell us what

you were trying to do here.

That's for me to know

and you to find out. Bye, Velma.

Look at this. It's really weird.

[FRED AND VELMA GASP]

That's Dr. Fleg,

the scientist who runs this place.

VELMA: He seems to be working

on a way to replicate himself.

Creepy. Is he mad?

He looks pretty happy in the drawing.

FLEG:

What are you kids doing in my lab?

On second thought, I'll go with mad.

We were just trying to find out

why the lights all went out.

Well, you don't belong in here.

Before we leave, as paying guests

at this not-so-inexpensive resort...

...I think you owe us

some sort of explanation.

I don't owe you anything.

But I suppose it's only right...

...that you be warned.

- Warned?

Some of my manimatrons,

a robot called Cold Steel...

...and his band of desperadoes,

have gotten out of my control.

They've turned unthinkably evil.

I'll have to close down Cyber Gulch.

You can't do that. Hey, we'll help you

find out what's going on.

I thought I deactivated them...

...but suddenly they're up

and running again.

Hungry for fresh energy drained

out of living humans.

Shaggy and Scooby.

We've got to find them right now.

- All the robot cowboys seem to be gone.

- Well, maybe they're just on a break.

SHAGGY:

Help!

SCOOBY:

Help!

Shaggy and Scooby

are in that jailhouse.

- Our heroes.

- What happened?

Scary, creepy cowboy robots

stuck us in here.

Like, at sunrise something horrible

is gonna happen to our brains.

Not if we can help it.

I'll look around for a cake

with a file inside.

Better yet...

...tweezers and a stale taffy bar.

- And you're out.

- You should patent those things.

That's them. The mechanical maniacs.

Hold it. Stop what you're doing. Now!

They're your robots.

Please stop them!

They're not responding.

They can no longer be controlled.

My creations are rebelling.

No. No.

You can't turn on your own creator.

You can't have my brain.

You can't have my brain!

What are they going to do?

Anything they want.

SHERIFF:

Well, hang on there, pilgrims.

That's no way to treat stranger folks.

Come on. Time to get

the heck out of Gulch.

[HORSE WHINNYING]

FRED:

Hyah! Hyah!

Who do you think is behind

those malicious marauders?

It could still be the scientist.

He's just nuts enough.

How about

that cow-hugging historian?

Or sneaky little Gibby Norton.

I'd love it to be him.

Those low-down polecats

are on our trail.

Zoinks! Do you think these horses know

the way to Alaska?

They'd be rode too hard.

We'll catch the train to Sedona...

...get help from real live people

and come back to solve this mystery.

[ALL SCREAMING]

Like, at least those robot rough-guys

didn't follow us into the river.

Hmm. I believe I'm close to solving

the mystery of Cyber Gulch.

FRED: Be very quiet. The rocks up there

don't look too steady.

We haven't seen those demented droid

desperadoes in over an hour.

Do you think we've left them behind?

I hope, I hope, I hope.

Me too, me too, me too.

They're definitely not behind.

[ALL GASP]

[SCREAMING]

Thanks, Scoob.

Like, that's what I call a rock concert.

[ALL GASP]

Fred, quick. Plan? Run? What?

Hee-ya!

Wow, Freddy.

Yeah. Learned that at the Elvis camp.

Course, the King did it

while holding a guitar.

SHERIFF:

Yeehaw!

Sheriff Lawman. How did you find us?

Been tailing Cold Steel and his men.

Finally paid off.

Well, you can relax, sheriff.

We vamoosed those psychotic cyborgs.

Sorry, folks. Y'all have to come with me

back to Cyber Gulch.

- Like, why?

- It's my sworn duty to protect the town.

You came there

and destroyed the peace.

And now you're wanted dead or alive.

Well, in that case, I vote for alive.

[CROWD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

What do you have against us?

Well, little missy...

...since you were caught

at the ranch-house laboratory...

...it's gotta be you folks

who reactivated those vicious varmints.

That's a crime in Cyber Gulch.

But we didn't. You have to believe us.

We're innocent.

Frontier justice will decide that.

Out here it's short and swift.

[WHIMPERING]

Oh, stop that. It's a Western clich.

And so is kangaroo-court justice.

Release them at once.

No can do, ma'am.

They need to be locked up.

They caused a lot of trouble hereabouts.

- But we didn't.

- Don't worry, Velma.

I'll wait for you till you get out.

Eat water, sheriff.

[FLEG SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

[COUGHS]

Aha!

- Dr. Fleg is a robot?

- Apparently so.

It became obvious that water

shorts the cybernetic circuits.

So if Fleg's not human,

then who built the robots?

Sheriff Lawman didn't spark.

He's very human.

It's true. I created Dr. Fleg

and every manimatron in town.

And you didn't do it just so people

could have a vacation weekend.

I reckon not, little missy.

Years ago I was a skinny kid,

Myron Scrum...

... the class computer nerd

that everyone always picked on.

Well, I had to do something about it.

So one day my inventions allowed

that I could create Cyber Gulch Resort...

... and spend the rest of my life

saving people every day...

...being the town hero.

Well, who created those bad guys?

I'm afraid I did that too.

Made Cold Steel and his men

tough and challenging...

...to make my rescues necessary.

I guess I did too good a job.

They got out of control.

I shut them down after the last attack

on some tourists.

And they never

would have been reactivated...

...if you kids hadn't been meddling

around my ranch-house lab.

- I wasn't meddling there.

- Me neither.

- Were you meddling?

- Not me.

- Not me.

- For once, none of us were meddling.

Well, somebody was.

VELMA:

Gibby.

So you were in that lab trying to find

the secrets of the animatronics here.

Why?

ALL:

A Gibbyland theme park?

He was trying to impress Velma.

Gibby, I wouldn't be impressed

even if you came up with a robotic me.

- Aha!

- Don't get any ideas.

SHERIFF:

Well, buckaroos...

...sorry your fantasies got a little

bushwhacked because of mine.

Good luck with Cyber Gulch, sheriff.

Or as we cowpokes say, "Happy trails."

Yes. The world can always use

one more hero.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, I'm much obliged to you kids.

In fact, I'd like to leave Scooby here...

...with a little something

I whipped together.

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

B- doo! B-doo!

B- doo! B-doo!

DAPHNE:

Aww. It's so cute.

[ALL LAUGHING]

[GIGGLES]

[English - US - SDH]

ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]: A legendary

Driver Champ Truman...

...heads down Gainesville's back straight

at over 220 miles an hour.

You're a surgeon

with a screwdriver, Steve.

You got this heap of metal running

quicker than a bunny stealing carrots.

Uh, Champ, I'm not gonna let anyone

outrace you tomorrow.

That trophy is...

SKELETON [OVER RADIO]:

You know what, Champ?

I think this is gonna be your final lap.

[LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

[WHIMPERING]

Need a lift?

[LAUGHING]

[GIGGLING]

- Sandwich?

- Scoob, I'm driving a racecar.

There's no possible way I can eat a...

Like, maybe just a bite.

DAPHNE [OVER RADIO]:

Are you okay, Shaggy?

Car's driving like a dream.

DAPHNE: How's it going, Velma?

- Quiet.

Great. Now I have to start

my safe-driver checklist all over.

Hands position, check.

Mirrors, check.

Breathe. Check.

DAPHNE:

Velma, you're doing great.

Tell me again why

I have to drive instead of Fred?

I have to practice

for this weekend's race.

Tomorrow's Gainesville 500

is the biggest race I've ever qualified for.

And reset.

Let's get to work, guys.

I want every inch of this racecar

checked, cleaned...

...filled, lubed, bolted,

tightened and polished.

- Let's go.

- Scoob and I will get the tool chest.

DAPHNE: Careful, Shaggy, it's...

SHAGGY: Whoa!

- Heavy.

MIKE:

You're a crew chief?

You got everything there

but blow dryers, girly-girl.

Mike Fury's my name,

and you watch yourself around here.

I'm crew chief for the Ricky Burdick.

- Who?

- Who?

Ah, you'll learn his name when you

see it on top of the leader board.

Nobody's beating my driver.

That guy's a couple quarts short

of an oil change.

How's the car, Fred?

Fantastic, Daph.

- It's as smooth as...

SKELETON [OVER RADIO]: Hello, Fred.

Or should I say, goodbye?

Daphne, your voice sounds

kind of funny.

Do you have a cold, or...? Oh, gee.

Jinkies! What is that thing?

It's either a monster truck

or a truck monster.

And, like, I don't know

which is worse.

Step on it, Fred!

[MAN SCREAMING]

[SKELETON LAUGHING]

Come on, g*ng.

Let's get that scurrying skeleton.

Where did he go?

Well, if it ain't my good buddy Fred.

It's Burr Batson.

We raced against him in Mexico

at the Enduro Slam 5000.

Any chance you own a skeleton suit?

Nice try, little lady...

...but Burr Batson has nothing to do with

the truck that's been haunting this track.

- Haunting?

- Oh, yeah.

That ghost driver's

been smashing up cars pretty bad...

...knocking the best drivers

out of the race.

Heck, old Champ Truman retired

after what happened to him.

But don't worry, Fred.

That skeleton driver's

not going after the amateurs.

[CHUCKLES]

Ladies.

Jeepers. Maybe it's too dangerous

for you to race this weekend, Freddy.

Like, yeah. The only race we should do

is race the heck out of here.

- Uh-huh.

- Hang on, guys.

I've been training for months.

That trophy is mine.

Well, then that means

we have a mystery to solve.

Oh, great. Not only do we have

to deal with a spooky skeleton...

...but this one's got a driver's license.

DAPHNE: So where's our hotel?

- We're staying here, at the track.

Because there's a hotel here

I just can't see yet? Please?

FRED: The Mystery Machine

now sleeps five...

...thanks to a few modifications I made.

Check it out. Our new bedrooms.

Whoops, wrong button. Hello, bedrooms!

I meant to label these things, really.

Could be a wiring problem.

See? Bedrooms for five...

...and everything goes back

into place at the push of a button.

[CRASHING]

- Hmm. I wonder what that did.

- Let's not find out.

FRED:

Hi, kids. Are you big racing fans?

- Sure are. I'm Jimmy.

- I'm Cindy.

We have our own car in the race.

Well, our daddy does.

And he taught me everything he knows.

You'll all see.

I'm gonna be the best racer ever.

Well, not for a few years there.

At least if you wanna be able

to touch the pedals.

[INDISTINCT DIALOGUE ON TV]

Is that your dad over there, Jimmy?

- Yeah. That's him.

- Hello?

He seems focused.

Very focused.

[SCOOBY-DOO SNORING]

[EXPLOSIONS]

What is that sound?

[LAUGHING]

Freddy, do something.

Watch this.

You missed, mister!

And, yes, there is

such a thing as too thin!

Way to go, Fred.

But, uh, how do we get down?

Hmm, didn't think of that.

So, what do you think that speedy

skeleton was doing here in the RV park?

If someone is trying to scare off

the competition for tomorrow's race...

...anyone at the track

could be a suspect.

g*ng, I think it's time we...

Split up and look for clues.

Gotcha. We'll see you after the monster

att*cks us. Come on, Scoob.

How did he know

I was gonna say that?

Well, if we have to look

for that ferocious four-wheeler...

...no sense doing it

on an empty stomach.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, Shaggy.

SHAGGY: "Please eat"? Scooby-Doo,

now, that's my kind of clue.

So much free food,

we need help carrying all this.

- Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Car.

- Fred's car.

[GRUNTING]

[SKELETON LAUGHING]

Hey. What's this?

Just a hunch, but I'll bet it's the car

Jimmy and Cindy's dad races.

Quick thinking, Fred.

But, you know, there was

something odd about their dad.

[VELMA GASPS]

I'll save you!

Freddy, stop!

It's just a crash-test dummy.

Oh. Heh. I knew that.

A crash-test dummy?

What's it doing here?

[SCREAMING]

Phew. That was a close one. Scoob

and I nearly became a tasty truck kebab.

Yeah. Truck kebab.

Hold on there, Shaggy.

I don't think the monster

was after the two of you.

Vroom, vroom. Vroom.

Trying out new drivers, huh?

They can't be worse than you.

Oh, go torque something.

[GASPS]

Hey there, Jimmy. Uh, can I get you

some phone books to sit on?

Oh, man.

Careful, kids. You're sitting

in one powerful piece of machinery.

Hey, we know all about cars.

Well, because of our dad.

You'll find out during the race.

Come on, Cindy.

ANNOUNCER: Drivers to your cars.

The race is about to begin.

Wish me luck, g*ng. It's time to ride.

Hey, Fred.

The gas pedal's the one on the right.

Not that it'll do you any good.

ANNOUNCER:

The green flag is out.

Racing is underway

at the Gainesville 500.

Here comes Fred.

Okay, Fred's about to roll in.

Guys, we need to do this

in under 10 seconds.

Hey, girlie, you gonna use

a curling iron on the lug nuts?

[MIKE LAUGHING]

Curling-iron jokes should not be made

by men with ridiculous hairstyles.

Never mind.

[TOOL WHIRRING]

Ding-dang it! Whatever it takes,

Fred ain't gonna beat my Ricky.

Hmm. That guy sure would do anything

to help his driver win.

ANNOUNCER:

And Burr Batson takes the lead!

DAPHNE [OVER RADIO]:

Fred, you have to get out of there!

Okay, Daph.

I'm coming into the pit area.

SKELETON [OVER RADIO]:

That's what you think.

Uh, Daphne? You didn't happen to install

an autopilot when I wasn't looking?

Oh, no!

Fred's lost control of his car.

He'll lose control of his stomach when

he sees what I've got planned for him.

Wanna know the best way

to shave weight off a car, Fred?

A crash diet.

VELMA: Fred's out of control.

We have to save him.

We have to head out on the track.

Like, how do we get out there?

Hey, that's our car!

Oops, we're in the wrong car.

We'll get out right now.

Floor it.

[DAPHNE SCREAMS]

Jinkies, this car is fast.

Okay, um, safe-driver checklist.

Um, hands at 10 and 2. Check.

Uh, mirrors. Check.

Breathe. I'll breathe later.

FRED:

Sorry. Pardon me. Look out. Oh!

We've got to catch up to him.

[BELCHES]

[GROWLING]

SHAGGY:

Like, there he is.

We've gotta get you out of there.

I've got a plan.

Shaggy and Scooby will stretch

between the two cars.

I'll then walk across them

to your car in safety.

Sounds good. Ready, guys?

Shaggy and Scooby aren't here.

At the sound of the tone,

please leave a message.

- Beep.

- I've got Scooby Snacks.

Come on, Scoob. We have to help

our best friend, Scooby Snacks.

I mean, Fred.

Steady, steady.

Freddy, go back!

FRED:

Hey, I can steer again.

Hang on, guys.

- How did you regain control?

- I don't know.

Like, maybe it was this thing

that I just broke off.

Well, g*ng, I think I have this mystery

just about wrapped up.

And for once, I'm going to set the trap,

with Fred as the bait.

Ooh. This sounds clever.

And much safer for me and Scoob.

VELMA:

We need you back in the race, Fred.

Thanks to that monster truck, Jimmy

and Cindy's dad has taken the lead.

I'm ready to go.

I can get this car running again.

I think.

Well, Daphne, this car looks amazing.

You fixed it. But how?

Never underestimate the power

of Team Scooby.

[CHEERING]

Fred's headed back into the lead.

Any second now, we should see...

Perfect. It's all part of my plan.

[GROWLING]

Come and get me, Mr. Bones.

Okay, now we just need one more thing

for my trap. Come on.

- Fred's remote control?

- Yes.

But if I cross the blue wire

with the red one...

...it becomes a remote blocker.

[SCREAMS]

Like, hey. It stopped.

They stopped. But why?

Just as I suspected.

It was all controlled by remote.

And whoever is behind it...

...would need a powerful antenna

to broadcast that signal.

There he is.

Fred, meet us at the tower.

Yes, it's me. I did it. I did it all.

- Except for the stuff my sister did.

- But why?

I wanted to show everyone I'm the best

racecar driver in the whole world...

...but they wouldn't let me in the race

because I was too young.

I put together this giant RC racer...

...and made up the story about

my dad being a driver.

It was me in control the whole time.

But, like, what about

that monster truck?

JIMMY: Cindy was controlling the truck

to get rid of my competition.

And we would've

gotten away with it too...

...if it wasn't for you

meddling grownups.

- And, uh, meddling dog.

- Yeah. Meddling dog.

ANNOUNCER:

And the race isn't over yet, folks.

Team Scooby Snax

is back on the track.

And Fred Jones

takes the checkered flag...

...here at the Gainesville 500!

[CHEERING]

Fred did it. He won!

Let's celebrate back at the

Mystery Machine with a barbecue.

No need. We've got it covered.

Right, Scoob?

Scooby-Dooby-barbecue-y!

[English - US - SDH]

[GULPS]

[GASPS]

Shh...

Time to go, g*ng. It's getting dark.

- Hey, let's have that last clam, Scooby.

- Coming up. Scooby-Doo!

Good shot. I've heard of bird dogs

and rabbit dogs...

...but you're the first clam dog

I ever heard of.

Clam dog?

Yuck.

Shaggy, you know Scooby

doesn't like clams.

I like them. They're fun to dig

and even more fun to eat.

Don't you wish Funland was open?

The root-beer floats, the chocolate

custard, the rides. Man, that's living.

DAPHNE: Yes, but right now it looks

a little spooky...

...even haunted.

- Haunted?

VELMA:

Don't be silly, Daphne.

Hey, look at that.

But that's impossible.

That place won't be open for weeks.

SHAGGY:

Look.

Well, this calls for a little investigation.

[ORGAN PLAYING]

FRED:

It's hard to believe.

Everything's running,

but nobody's here.

SHAGGY:

Man, it's a dream come true.

Let's check out that lunch

counter over there, Scooby.

A little service, please?

For openers, I'd like a malt and a hot dog

with all the trimmings.

Me too.

Who did that?

Hey, I used to be pretty good at this.

- Should I give it a whirl?

- Go ahead.

- Who's to know?

- Okay. Batter up.

VELMA:

Good throw, Freddy.

Well, I've still got the old touch.

Let's go find Shaggy and Scooby.

Gee, Freddy, shouldn't we stack

those bottles back up?

You're right, Daphne.

Look. The bottles are all stacked up again.

And what's that on the counter?

FRED: It's a prize for knocking down

the bottles.

Our backs were only turned for a minute.

Freddy, this is really weird.

Well, somehow I got this prize,

so the least I can do is pay my two bits.

What a cute kewpie doll.

[CASH REGISTER RINGING]

Oh, no.

The cash register rang up 25 cents.

FRED: I'm beginning to wonder

if this place is haunted.

Scooby, do you think we stand a chance

of getting some cotton candy too?

- Yeah.

- Hold it. I just saw somebody.

There he goes again.

Man, he's faster than a speeding b*llet.

[MAN WHIRRING]

Superman.

Come on, Scooby. Pick up the scent.

- No scent.

- No scent? He has to have a scent.

Why, he'd have to be a ghost

not to leave a scent.

- Did I say "ghost"?

- Uh-huh. Uh-oh.

- What's the matter with you?

SCOOBY: I'm pointing.

You're pointing?

Oh. I see him.

That was no ghost.

He looks more like a man from Mars.

Wow. Look what that last hot dog

did to me.

[SCOOBY CHUCKLING]

Look at me.

I knew I was sharp...

...but this pointed head is too much.

[LAUGHING]

Whoa. A giant mouse.

SHAGGY: That's no giant mouse.

It's only a little mouse.

[LAUGHING]

Oh. Scooby-Doo, where are you?

[MAN WHIRRING]

- Yow.

- Wow.

There he is.

[MAN WHIRRING]

What do you say?

Let's go find the others.

Scooby-Doo. I'm with you.

I don't see Scooby or Shaggy anywhere.

There's someone going along

behind that fence.

It's no one we know. But whoever it is,

I'd like to ask him a few questions.

He's taking a ride on the Ferris wheel.

It stopped.

That man is trapped up on top.

I'll get him down. I wanna talk to him.

I'll have to crank the wheel down by hand.

We can't leave him up there.

VELMA: You've turned it all

the way around, but he's gone.

He couldn't have climbed down

without us seeing.

Look. The lights are going off

all over the park.

Well, this is the first time

I ever wanted to leave Funland.

Scooby and I saw him.

Strictly a weirdo from outer space.

- We saw him too.

- Look. I wonder whose house that is.

FRED: It could be the caretaker.

Let's go see.

We should tell him about

these mysterious happenings.

I hope he's a nice, sweet old caretaker.

And believe me, Mr. Jenkins,

all the rides were running.

JENKINS: I don't see how.

- Well, she was sure running wide-open.

- Lights, music, everything.

- That's impossible.

We're the caretakers here. My brother

and I would've seen the lights.

- Sarah's right.

- Well, we saw a very strange character...

...running around out there.

- He was, like, weirdo.

- Weirdo-like.

- Fiddlesticks.

Besides us, there's no one else

on this island.

- Maybe the moonlight was playing tricks.

- But, man, I tell you...

Let it go.

Sorry to have bothered you, sir.

Let's go, g*ng.

Well, how did you like that for

double talk?

We can't go home now.

We know we didn't imagine...

...all those kooky things that happened.

- Count me out.

I'm not looking for any creep

with a frozen face.

Uh-uh.

Shaggy, sometimes I think you'd rather

eat pizza pie than solve a mystery.

- Let's vote on it. Mystery or pizza pie?

- Pizza pie.

Cut it out, you two.

Come on, let's get back to the beach.

- Okay. We'll keep a watch from here.

VELMA: It's sure dark.

What do they call this, a stakeout?

I'd rather have a steak-in.

Like, a sirloin steak in me, that is.

Me too. Yeah.

- Oh, stop it. Stop it. I can't stand it.

- Be quiet, you two.

We've been here an hour,

and no sign of life.

We'll give it 10 minutes more. Uh-oh.

[ORGAN PLAYING]

Is that music I hear?

DAPHNE: Look. The lights are going on.

VELMA: Here we go again.

No doubt this time.

Let's get over there, quick.

Something's haywire.

DAPHNE:

What's wrong with the merry-go-round?

It's running backwards.

Look at that cotton-candy machine.

It's running wild.

And the hot-dog stand. I can't stand it.

Huh?

- Hey.

- What's the matter, Scooby?

I like to eat too, you know.

Look. There's that strange guy again.

[MAN WHIRRING]

DAPHNE: What a time for a sideshow.

FRED: Come on, everybody. After him.

DAPHNE:

Look what he's doing.

What's wrong with him?

Help. Shaggy, he's got me.

Yow! Let go! Let go!

He got me. He got me. Help!

No, he didn't. There he goes now

into the Tunnel of Love.

So we have to go into the tunnel

after him.

I want to go, like, home.

Row faster. We can catch him.

SHAGGY: There's something

in that tunnel. It's him.

FRED: He's swimming right at us.

- I thought we wanted to catch him.

SHAGGY:

Like a torpedo, he's gonna ram us.

[CRASH]

Don't panic. I'll save you.

Thanks, Shaggy,

but why don't we just walk out?

Oh, yeah. Good idea.

That's no ordinary man.

He's going to be hard to track down.

He'd better look out I don't catch him.

I'll make him pay

for what he did to my hair.

- Let's go back.

- We can't go back, Scooby.

Freddy said to look on this side

of the park.

It's okay just to look for the torpedo man,

as long as we don't find him.

- What's that?

- Huh?

Oh, that.

That's a real fun game, Scooby.

Come on. I'll show you how it works.

Now, you take this hammer,

and you hit that button.

The ball goes up to the top

and rings the bell.

Now watch the old master.

[GRUNTING]

SHAGGY:

Whoa.

[CHUCKLING]

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

[GRUNTING]

Now I got it.

- Hey, what you doing?

- My turn.

Your turn? With your tail?

Let me out of the way.

Scooby-Doo.

[BELL RINGS]

[SCOOBY CHUCKLING]

[MAN WHIRRING]

Hey, that was great. You gotta have

the strongest tail in the world.

[MAN WHIRRING]

Uh-oh. It's him.

[BELL RINGS]

He wins. Let's go, man.

He's gaining on us.

Head for the roller coaster.

Yipes. He's climbing up the cars

after us. Let's go, Scooby.

Here we go.

[BOTH SCREAMING]

Yow. We're trapped.

Look. There's Shaggy and Scooby

in the front seat of that car.

And that strange man is after them.

DAPHNE: There's an empty car

going up the other track.

I'll slow it down,

and maybe they'll jump into it.

Jump, Shaggy!

- They made it.

- Scooby-Doo.

[SIGHS]

Nice jump, you guys.

SHAGGY: Thanks, g*ng.

But don't ever let us do that again.

I think that character's train

is coming in.

FRED:

Everybody hide behind those crates.

DAPHNE:

But it's empty. How could he get out?

Look. He's up there.

DAPHNE:

What's he gonna do?

FRED:

He's diving off.

- Come on. He could be hurt.

- Let's go, Scooby.

DAPHNE:

He's not here.

FRED: He crashed through the tent there.

VELMA: That's where he hit the crate.

- It defies all the known laws of physics.

- I wish you could have seen his eyes.

- Like two taillights on a hot rod.

- Yeah. Hot rod.

FRED:

Hot rod. That's it.

The answer is, that this guy

can move so fast...

...we need something fast to catch him.

We're gonna soup up

this electric car to catch him?

Right. We'll increase the flow of power

from the battery.

SHAGGY:

This might jazz it up.

No, Shaggy.

You turned it on at the motor.

DAPHNE:

Now Velma can't stop it.

My glasses. I lost them.

There's no brakes, Scooby,

and I can't see without my glasses.

But it's a nice, wide street.

[WHIMPERING]

Oh, don't fret, Scooby.

- Hey, that's him.

- Oh, I see the traffic cop, silly.

Right turn, isn't it?

Go, Velma.

Hey, Scooby,

are we in the right lane now?

Right lane? Yipe.

[BELL RINGING]

SCOOBY:

Train coming.

Train coming?

I told you I can't stop.

The train will just have to

look out for itself.

[HORN BLOWING]

[BELL RINGING]

Here they come.

Look out for the cotton candy, Velma.

[CAR STOPPING]

- I think we've stalled.

- Wow, at least you're safe. What luck.

What do you mean, luck? We didn't have

a bit of trouble. Ask Scooby.

Scooby-Doo.

- Well, that does it.

- But this guy is sure strong and fast.

So we've had to build the prize trap

of all time to catch him.

And this crate is it. Now here's the plan.

Someone will lure the stranger

into this trap.

SHAGGY: But our man will be trapped in

the crate with that weirdo.

No. Look up there. We'll pull our man

out of the trap in the basket.

Shaggy'll lock the door,

and Velma and I will pull up the basket.

And all Scooby has to do

is lure the stranger into the trap.

Uh-uh.

- Anybody got a Scooby Snack?

- No snacks. Not me.

It's not fair. I'll go with Scooby.

- We can use the dodgem car.

- No car. I'll go. I'll go.

[YELLS]

[GULPS]

SCOOBY:

Set the trap! Set the trap!

Set the trap. Get ready, everyone.

Here they come.

We got him.

VELMA: Scooby's safe.

- We got him trapped. We got him.

What was that?

Uh-oh. Like, you won't believe it.

He went through the back of the trap...

...then through a wooden crate...

...and out the back through a brick wall.

What a man. He's not human.

JENKINS:

You are absolutely right.

He's not human. He's a robot.

- It's Mr. Jenkins, the caretaker.

- What did you say, sir?

He's Charlie,

the world's most perfect robot.

I programmed him to operate

everything in Funland.

- But why?

- I wanted to make enough robots...

...to run the whole park.

- What happened?

Your robot's been tearing up the place.

Somehow he got out of control.

But we can stop him

if you kids will help me.

Here we go again.

How does this equipment work?

It's quite simple.

Once we find Charlie...

...the powerful electric magnet

will pull his metal body to it.

Slow down.

Charlie's close by. Look at that needle.

Turn on the big magnet.

It's on.

Aim it over at that shack.

I saw something move.

Don't fight it, Charlie.

What happened?

This cable has been cut.

DAPHNE: Charlie's crashed.

JENKINS: I was afraid of that.

The electromagnet

has fouled up his circuits.

Hey, Scooby's up to something.

Somebody's behind that fence.

Come out of there.

Sarah. What are you doing here?

It was me that caused Charlie

to go out of control.

I don't think robots should work

where children come to have fun.

She's right. Charlie is nice,

but kids need humans.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I never thought about that.

I just wanted a perfect robot.

But never mind.

I'll rebuild him and call him

Charlie the Second.

Well, kids, Charlie's repaired,

and I think he's better than ever.

That's great, Mr. Jenkins.

We came back today

to see if you had him fixed up.

- Hey, where's Scooby?

- Well, would you look at that?

He's getting his ears scratched.

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

[BATS SQUEAKING]

Huh?

[GASPS]

Shh.