01x04 - Elementary, My Dear Shaggy!

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So far we've visited
Hampton Court Palace

looking for the specter
of Catherine Howard,

we've seen the site where Anne
Boleyn's headless ghost is said to wander.

And we're heading
to Whitechapel,

a part of London full of
mystery and grisly history.

g*ng, I am loving our kooky
tour of haunted old England.

And I am loving our kooky tour
of classic English food stuffs.

-Right, Scoob?
-You said it, Shag.

- So far we've had shepherd's pie...
- Fish and chips...

Bangers and mash...

Welsh rarebit,
beef Wellington...

Screaming skulls!

Screaming skulls aren't food.

The screaming skulls of London!

Hang on, g*ng.

Oh, man. Like, it's bad enough we're
driving on the wrong side of the road,

but now we're going backwards!

Hmm. Interesting. There is
nothing like first-hand evidence.

Data, data, data!

I cannot make
bricks without clay!

Science!

-Hold the phone.
-Magnifying glass?

Deerstalker cap.

-Tweed overcoat... -That's...

Sherlock Holmes!

♪ Scooby-Dooby-Doo
and Guess Who?

♪ We know you're
one in a million

♪ Scooby-Doo

♪ We can count
on you, Scooby-Doo

♪ To catch and
unmask that villain ♪

Jinkies, it's Sherlock Holmes!

So you're telling me

the reason you found yourselves
a-teetering atop a lion's head

in Trafalgar Square

is because a bunch of
flaming skulls made you do it?

- Screaming skulls.
- But they were also on fire.

Screaming... Skulls.

Oh, that's rich.
That is so rich!

That's so rich!

That's rich!

You think that's funny, do you?

No. Yes.

Maybe.

Well, truth is, we've been getting a
lot of reports about screaming skulls.

Happens every year.

Bunch of nonsense,
if you ask me.

Yeesh. Good thing
we didn't tell them about

seeing Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes? No, I do
believe you when you say that name.

Like, really?

Seriously.

You saw old Crackpot.

Crackpot Sherlock, we calls him.

Mmm.

Uh, you lot are free to go.

Your bail's been posted.

Don't be leaving town, now.

We're not going anywhere, sir.

There's a mystery to be solved.

And we plan on solving it.

So, who posted our bail anyway?

I took that liberty.

Zoinks! Like, man,

it's that kooky
Sherlock Holmes guy.

Indeed. I am Sherlock Holmes!

Um, yeah, we know who you are.

Or at least who
you're pretending to be.

Only the most famous
detective in all of literature.

Like, man, you must
be over 150 years old!

Quite so!

I've been around since 1887.

Like, you look great. Like,
what face cream do you use?

Uh, my own concoction. I make
it in my laboratory using science!

Guys, Sherlock Holmes is a
fictional character, rember?

Yeah, yeah, we know. We know.

And yet it is me, I,
me, Sherlock Holmes!

I admonish you not to see with
your eyes but with your minds.

There is nothing more
deceptive than an obvious fact.

That's exactly what you said in
the Boscombe Valley Mystery.

Regardless, I've deduced
much about your group

in just one glance.

The way this one ties his ascot.

The deductive twinkle
in this one's eye.

The fact that you have a horrible
hound to rival the Baskervilles.

And the manner in which you so readily
accepted the phenomenon of screaming skulls

tells me that you are a
mystery-solving group.

That and your van
says "Mystery Machine."

And your point is?

Well, to be blunt, we require your
assistance in solving this mystery.

Um, okay, give us a
moment, Mr. Sherlock.

Indubitably, Watson.

Watson?

Huddle up, g*ng.

He's clearly not
Sherlock Holmes.

But he does seem kind of
nice, even if a little crazy.

I sure bet he knows London
a whole lot better than we do.

I love that hat.

He did post our bail.

Yes, rember, Sherlock
Holmes posted your bail.

And it would be cool to solve a
mystery with Sherlock Holmes.

It's settled.

We'll all work together.

Capital. Let us begin.

One surefire way to open up
the investigation of any mystery...

Is to return to the
scene of the crime.

Well done, Watson,
you're learning.

I'm Watson!

Those kooky screaming skulls

- came this way.
- But it's a dead end.

They couldn't have just
vanished, could they?

Like, check it out, Scooby-Doo.

Somebody threw away
a perfectly good burger.

So wasteful.

Pretty clear I have no pride because I
am not above eating a dumpster burger.

-How about you, Scoob?
-Me neither!

Mmm... Huh?

Hey, that's our dumpster burger!

Come back here!

Hurry, Scoob!

- Whoa! - Yikes!

Well, Watson, it seems that
oversized beast certainly used his head

to help our investigation.

Hmm, these aren't
even real bricks.

They're foam.

As I suspected!

Well, don't just stand there
mouth agape, Mrs. Hudson,

A spot of tea would be
perfect right about now.

Come, Watson. The game is afoot.

Right behind you, Holmes.

Whoa! I think he just
called me Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson!

Huh. Not getting a signal.

But this place looks like an old
tube station for the Underground.

Hmm. It has never
been used. Look.

The tracks for the train
were never put down.

Whoa!

Clumsy, clumsy,
Mrs. Hudson, but...

-Fortuitous. -Fortuitous indeed.

Mrs. Hudson slipped
on some kind of oil

and dirt.

And these marks, Watson,

what do you make of...

Oh, peaches got me,
Isle of Wight on ya.

What thing you doing
in me OXO cube?

Don't fret, everyone. I know
over 76 different languages.

-I speak rhyming slang. -Huh?

Oh, my china,

we're off on a case of
a nasty pillar and post.

Pillar and post?

No pot pie.

-Deduce, you say?
-Oh, Adam and Eve, yeah.

We'd all better use our plates of
meat. Up the apples and pears.

I told him we're
hunting for a ghost.

He believes me and he
thinks we should leave.

Leave? Now that's a
language I can understand.

Me too!

Blimey!

- This way! -

Help! Help!

To the laboratory!

Ah, here we are!



You, uh... You see.

Huh? This is my laboratory.

Boy, this place is weird.

I don't know, Shaggy.

It might just be what we
need to help our research.

You see, Mrs. Hudson?

Watson understands
the import of science.

Science, Mrs. Hudson!

Science! Science!

Science!

Where on Earth is that tea,
Mrs. Hudson? We are parched!

Come, Watson. Much to do.

It's so rich!

Watson, have a
look at the tuft of hair

we found on that strange
dirt and tell me what you see.

Hmm. Ursus maritimus.

Ursa... Whatapotamus?

Ursus maritimus. Polar bear.

And it's very old,
if I'm not mistaken.

-A polar bear in London?
-Yes, quite.

Let's check the maps, shall we?

As I suspected. Watson!

It's a map of the old
London Underground.

That abandoned station
we were in was on a spur line

to the Tower of London.

Elementary, my dear doctor.

Boy, these maps of
the London Underground

remind me of your story of
theBruce-Partington Plans.

Yeah, we love that story.
That story's awesome.

You know how you were
helping your brother, Mycroft,

and you mysteriously found
the body of Arthur Cadogan West.

He was on the tracks

just outside of Old Gate Station
on the underground Tube system.

Uh, story? It was not a story.

Don't you remember? You
were there, Mrs. Hudson.

If you're Mrs. Hudson,
I want to be Mycroft.

Mycroft's smart.

You're not my brother
Mycroft. You're a dog!

Don't listen to them, Holmes.

You may be a kooky crackpot,
but there can be no doubt,

this mystery is really
starting to come together.

- Spooky! - You said it, Scoob!

How did we get from point weird
chemistry class to point creepy castle?

Velma and Mr. Sherlock not only
found that weird hydraulic oil and gel,

but a tuft of really old polar
bear fur in freshly dug dirt.

It says here, a long time ago,

there was a royal menagerie
at the Tower of London

where King Henry III
was given a polar bear.

Isn't that interesting?

Yeah, but not as
interesting as this.

Look, g*ng,

This dirt's been
freshly disturbed.

There's a trail!

These are the same tracks
we saw in the subway tunnel.

It seems the screaming skulls
were trying to get in but could not.

Wait, what would a bunch of creepy
skulls want with the Crown Jewels?

What's all this, then?

You lot shouldn't be snooping about
in the Tower of London after hours.

It's not allowed.

But we're solving a mystery.

And, good sir, I feel the Crown
Jewels themselves may be in danger.

Look, I don't know what you lot
are playing at, but I need you all...

Oh, no.

The screaming skulls of
London are active tonight!

Run!

Blimey!

Why do we always go
where the monsters are?

Why, Shaggy, why?

Yikes!

Look out! Don't face that
horrible fiend. Save yourselves!

Leave here and never come back

or you will be consumed

by the screaming
skulls of London!

If my calculations are correct,

we are definitely dealing
with a devious criminal mind.

The wall of suspects.

John Clay, thief extraordinaire.

Sebastian Moran, assassin.

Jonas Oldacre,
ruffian and roustabout.

And, of course, Moriarty
could be behind it all.

Aren't those all
fictional characters?

Huddle up, g*ng, again.

I hate to point out the obvious,

but it's possible this guy is
playing us. Maybe he's the thief.

And he's using us to
get the Crown Jewels.

Best way to find out, set a
trap and see what we get.

Yes, a trap, splendid.

It's the only way
to know for sure.

It's settled!

It's trapping time!

I believe we shall need a
ballista, a very strong rope...

And two suits of armor.

A-ha! Good show, Watson.

Mr. Jones, we shall have need of
your services as well as Ms. Blake's.

And, Mrs. Hudson, do
bring your massive mutt.

You two shall stand on
the front lines of battle.

Like, why are we on the
front lines, Scooby-Doo?

Like, we're, like, cowards.

- Yeah, cowards. - Psst.

Quiet, you two,
you'll ruin the trap!

Almost time.

Oh, Mrs. Hudson, your vambrace
has come loose, how careless!

What, dude? My vam-what is what?

Ow! Ow!

Ow, ow, ow! You're hurting me.

Stiff upper lip, Mrs.
Hudson, courage before all.

That's it! My name
is not Mrs. Hudson.

Shaggy, don't.

You aren't the real
Sherlock Holmes

and I don't want to be
Mrs. Hudson anymore.

Oh, now, I... I do
not understand.

You're like probably trying to
steal the jewels and blame us.

Stealing? I have
never stolen anything.

I'm not Mrs. Hudson
and Velma isn't Watson.

Those are both
fictional characters,

like someone else we know
that will remain nameless.

Cough, Sherlock, cough,
Holmes. Cough, cough,

crazy dude Sherlock,
cough, Holmes!

But you... You don't
understand, this is...

Well there has to be
someone to talk to,

to listen to my pithy comments,
my... My enigmatic statements,

because I... I have very
good pithy comments.

People are grateful to
hear my pithy comments.

Grateful, and all
I ask in return is...

Oi, dude! What?

Screaming skulls.

They're right behind you.

Oh, crud.

They're getting away.
Hurry, it may not be too late!

Fire the ballista!

Sherlock, fire it!

-Nice shot, Sherlock.
-It's working.

It's not working!

It's not working!

Oh, boy!

Whoa!

Oh, no, you don't.

Not this way.

That way!

Fred, they're headed your way.

Already in motion.

Whoa!

Don't do it, please don't do it.

Whoa!

Shaggy, no!

Like, yay! We did it, Scoob.

Like, just don't look down.

What, why not?

- Fred? - Velma?

Daphne?

- Yikes! - Anybody?

Wa-hey and hoist
them over, eh what?

Let's see who these
screaming skulls really are.

Yes, let's see what
villainy is behind all this.

It's broken!

Watson? Oh.

The security guard
and the Beefeater?

Well, it seems the two criminals

were using the abandoned
Underground tunnels

to get in and out of the
Tower of London unseen.

Elementary, my dear Holmes.

It was the hydraulic oil
and the strange markings

that really gave away the true
identity of the screaming skulls.

The oil was highly
unique and only used

by a very specific type of
tunnel-making machinery.

But why?

These two were
stealing the Crown Jewels

and they used their
tunneling machine to do it.

The holographic projections
of the skulls and their screaming

not only scared people away,

but it covered up the
noise from their tunneling.

Well, they may be
great at tunneling,

but they stink at being thieves.

These are all fake.

Well, I think they look nice.

Ginger top's telling
the truth, they are fakes.

The real Crown Jewels were
moved to an undisclosed location

years ago for safe keeps.

I told you those
weren't the real jewels!

Don't make a bull and a cow.

Would have made
our sausage roll, too,

if it weren't for you
meddling dustbin lids.

He said, "And they would
have gotten away with it, too,

"if it weren't for
you meddling kids."

Real jewels or fake, you two are
still going to jail for a very long time.

Well done, Yanks.
All is forgiven.

Go your merry way, and
you, Crackpot Sherlock,

looks like you've finally
made some proper friends.

Peas in a pod, you lot.

That's right, peas in a pod!

I like peas.

Well, I must say, I... I
thoroughly enjoyed our little caper.

Almost a shame
that it's concluded.

But, what, well, I... I,
uh... I must be off now, I...

Suppose.

No hanging about
even if I wanted to?

I think a spot of English
breakfast is in order.

Right, Mrs. Hudson?

Huh, what? Oh, oh, right.

Yes, Dr. Watson.

Marvelous idea,
Watson. Good show.

Spot of toast, tomatoes
and ketchup, kippers,

baked beans, blood pudding,
jellied eels, and crumpets,

toad in the hole, Gypsy tart,

Bedfordshire clanger,
Runny eggs and cream.

Ugh. Who let Shaggy order?

Right, Sherlock?

He's gone.

There is a note.

Keep up the good work, Watson.

Always believe in yourself
even when others do not.

Science!