There are many stories

about Michael Sullivan.

Some say he was a decent man.

Some say there was no good

in him at all.

But I once spent six weeks

on the road with him..

in the winter of 1931.

This is our story.

Thank you, sir. Much obliged.

Man dies in factory accident!

Get your paper here!

Hot off the press, only 5 cents!

Thanks, Mr. Miller.

I'll help you with it later.

You go fetch your father.

Pa?

Dinner's ready.

Thank you.

Bless us, O Lord, for thy gifts

we are about to receive..

through the bounty of Jesus Christ,

our Lord. Amen.

- Michael?

- Sir?

It's a wake, so I don't want to see

those dice.

No, sir.

Hello.

I don't wanna go.

- Come on, it's all right.

- No. I'm scared.

Ice helps preserve the body.

So..

who's got a hug

for a lonely old man?

Now then, which is which?

Don't help me.

- Peter and Michael.

- No!

Annie, Mike, good to see you.

- Did you bring the necessary?

- Yes.

If you'll excuse me, I have urgent

business with these young gentlemen.

- Yeah!

- Winner!

Call the cops!

I know hustlers when I see them.

- I don't hustle, old-timer.

- Pay the man.

Upstairs.

Jacket pocket, in my study.

Before I change my mind.

- Hello?

- Hello.

Remind me,

which little Sullivan are you?

- Michael, sir.

- Sir? You don't have to call me sir.

I'm not your pa.

No, Mr. Rooney.

Call me Connor.

No, call me Uncle Connor.

What do you want?

Mr. Rooney sent me to get his jacket.

You come back later, huh?

I'm busy.

Yes.. Sir.

Hello, hello.

I want to welcome all of you

to my home.

It's good to have so many friends

in this house again.

Since Mary died, it's..

Well, it's just been me and my boy

rattling around in these rooms.

I had this speech prepared,

but it would be..

dishonest of me to say that

I knew Danny well.

But lose one of us, it hurts us all.

I'll tell you what I do remember, though,

and Finn will remember this too..

and that's Danny

on the high school football team.

A championship game. Down six points,

10 seconds left to play..

four yards to go,

Danny tackles his own quarterback.

Mistakes, you know..

We all make them. God knows.

Let's drink to Danny's honor.

Let's wake him to God and hope that he

gets to heaven..

at least an hour before

the devil finds out he's dead.

- Amen.

- To Danny!

And now, I would like to ask

a dear and a trusted friend..

Finn McGovern, to say a few words..

words that I'll wager

got more poetry than mine.

Get over here.

Thank you, John.

"My brother Danny wasn't wise."

Nor was he gentle.

And with a skinful of liquor in him,

he was a pain in the ass.

But he was loyal and brave.

And he never told a lie.

He'd have enjoyed this party.

Me and the family, we wanna say

thank you to our generous host.

"Where would this town be

without Mr. John Rooney?"

I've worked for you

for many years now, John.

Nearly half my life.

And we've never had a disagreement.

I've come to realize

that you rule this town..

as God rules the earth.

- You give, and you take away..

- Lovely. Lovely speech.

I'm gonna bury my brother.

Then I'm gonna deal with you.

Sure, Finn, sure.

You'll take care of all of us.

Once you get a good night's sleep.

- He all right?

- Yeah, he's fine.

Just too much to drink.

I'll talk to him.

- Take Mike with you.

- No, Pa..

Take Mike with you.

Just talk, nothing more.

Why are you always smiling?

'Cause it's all so fucking hysterical.

Michael.

What?

I had a nightmare.

It was about Mr. Rooney's house.

It's just a house.

A big house.

Go back to sleep.

Is Mr. Rooney rich like the Babe?

Richer.

Are we rich?

No, stupid.

What's papa's job?

He works for Mr. Rooney.

Why?

Well, Papa didn't have a father..

so Mr. Rooney looked after him.

I know that, but what's his job?

He goes on missions for Mr. Rooney.

They're very dangerous.

That's why he brings his gun.

Sometimes even the president

sends him on missions..

'cause Papa was a war hero and all.

- You're just making that up.

- I am not.

It's all so fucking hysterical.

Peter, I can't come to your concert

tonight. I'm working.

Working at what?

Putting food on your plate, young man.

All right, boys, come on,

clear the plates.

You're a good lad.

- You want a shot?

- No.

We're just talking to him, right?

Sure.

Don't get me wrong, Finn.

I feel for you. I do.

You can't let a thing like that

give you cause to go mouthing off.

You and my dad,

you go back many years..

and he is a just man.

So, what do you say?

Come on now, Finn.

Make this easy.

We can't hear you.

- All right.

- Good.

Thank you.

I am sorry. I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm sorry for this misunderstanding.

And I'm sorry your brother was

such a fucking liar.

- My brother was not a liar.

- Excuse me?

To protect my family and keep my job,

I'll stay quiet.

But don't think I don't know

something's going on.

- Don't think I won't find out what it is.

- Whoa, buddy..

Easy, easy.

Easy.

We're just talking. You tell your father

my brother never stole from him.

I've checked the books. He never sold

booze to no one. it's all accounted for.

- If he sold it, where's the money?

- Fuck should I know?

- Did you check his mattress?

- Maybe you should check yours.

There's something immoral here,

don't you think, Mike?

My beloved father throws your

undeserving little brother..

the wake of his life, and this..

This is your thank-you?

- What a hideous world this is.

- You think you're so smart.

You think we don't know? You're

spending so much time in Chicago..

What was that?

We're out of here.

Jesus Christ, Connor,

what the hell are you thinking?!

Jesus.

Michael.

Are you hurt?

You saw everything?

Jesus.

You are not to speak of this to anyone.

You understand?

Not to anyone!

Who's this?

It's one of yours?

He must have been hiding in the car.

Well, can he keep a secret?

He's my son.

Well, that's good enough for me.

You take him home.

Think I'll walk.

Perfect night for a stroll.

Does Mama know?

Your mother knows I love Mr. Rooney.

We had nothing.

He gave us a home, a life.

We owe him.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Well, come on inside, then.

Boys, clear your plates, please.

I'll do it later.

- It's time for school now..

- It's only a plate!

What's he doing here?

Michael was hiding in the car..

when I went out last night.

Jesus, Mike.

I've spoken to him.

It won't happen again.

Mom. Mom!

Just the feller..

Our secret, right?

I'm talking about the dice.

A man of honor always pays his debts.

And keeps his word.

I'm gonna be late for school.

How is Michael? Is he okay?

I've spoken to him.

He understands.

That's tough..

seeing that for the first time.

Well, you turned out.

You can't protect them forever.

If it wasn't this,

it'd be something else.

Natural law.

Sons are put on this earth

to trouble their fathers.

John's also made it clear that

Finn McGovern's operation..

will be divided up locally..

among two territories that John

will select personally.

I'd like to take this moment

to thank Mr. Rance for..

interrupting a busy travel schedule

to pay us a visit.

Thank you, Jack.

Mr. Rance met with John and me earlier

to make another bid..

for our involvement in the unions.

And I told Mr. Rance

what I told him before:

What men do after work

is what made us rich.

No need to screw them at work

as well.

- Is there any other business?

- Yes.

Connor, is there something

you would like to say about last night?

I'd like to apologize for what happened.

Especially to you, Pa.

Two wakes in a month..

What can I say?

We lost a good man last night.

You think it's funny?

Try again.

I'd like to apologize..

You would like to apologize?

Try again.

Gentlemen..

my apologies.

Is everyone clear about bit borrowers?

There have been far too many

debts outstanding.

- Mike..

- Just give me their names.

Tell me who to visit.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Come on upstairs.

Mike.

Dad forgot to give you this.

It's just a reminder for Tony Calvino.

He's light again.

Are you coming?

No, I'm under house arrest for a while.

Look, I'm sorry about last night. I am.

I was.. Yeah.

All right.

- Help you, sir? Or just looking?

- Here to see Tony Calvino.

Yeah, and who are you?

Mike Sullivan.

Yes, sir.

You gonna frisk me?

- Should I?

- It's a good idea.

That's the only one.

I mean, I'm a grown man

and this place is getting to me.

Every night there's trouble.

No one's got no dough,

but all the world's here wasting it.

Always money for frills and twists,

and never money for food.

Sometimes I despair the species,

you know?

Number 12 in the beauty parlor.

Who's the lucky face?

I'm not from here originally, but jobs

ain't hanging off trees, you know.

I'm a boxer by trade.

Nine consecutive titles.

That's a record in South Orange.

I'd make a pretty good bodyguard,

I think.

What I'm saying is,

is Mr. Rooney looking for anyone?

You know, anyone like me, for example?

Is there any chance you might ask him?

- Sure.

- Thank you, Mr. Sullivan.

Thank you very much.

I appreciate it.

Mr. Calvino?

Mr. Calvino, Mike Sullivan's here.

- Shit.

- He wants to see you.

- Shit. Is he packing?

- Not anymore.

All right.

Show him in.

Hey, hey, hey.

You stick around, okay?

Hey!

How the hell are you?

Things good with the old man?

Yeah.

What brings you here?

Don't imagine it's the pussy.

- I have a letter for you from Mr. Rooney.

- Am I behind again?

- Am I in trouble?

- I don't know.

Michael.

No!

No! My God!

- Pa, I'm sorry.

- Stupid!

The kid would've talked. I'm sorry.

Goddamn you. Goddamn you!

I curse the fucking day you were born!

I curse it!

You!

Oh, Lord.

Oh, Lord. God help us.

God help us.

This house is not our home anymore.

It's just an empty building.

All right, you stay here.

You stay out of sight.

- Don't go, Pa. Don't go.

- Michael..

when they find out we're gone,

they're gonna come after us.

I have to protect you now.

Please, Pa.

All right, here, take this.

- No. I don't want it.

- Take it.

- I don't want it.

- Boy, take it! You got six shots.

If I'm not back in half an hour, go tell

Reverend Lynch what's happened.

Do not go to Father Callaway.

I don't have any business with you,

Mr. Kelly.

But I have business with you, Mike.

Go ahead.

What is that?

25,000 dollars. Mr. Rooney wants you

to know there's more if you need it.

You have friends in lreland, Mike.

Why don't you take Peter and leave?

I can't take Peter.

He's dead.

- So where's Connor?

- He's in hiding.

- Where?

- You know I can't tell you that.

You think sticking a gun to my head

is gonna make any difference to me?

If I tell you, I'm a dead man anyway.

We both are.

Think, Mike. Don't be stupid.

I'm just the messenger.

Then give Mr. Rooney a message for me.

What is it?

Give me the gun.

Where are we going?

To Chicago.

There's a man there who runs things.

I've done some work for him.

We have to find out where he stands.

Try to get some sleep.

I want you to wait for me here.

- Sure.

- I won't be long. You'll be all right?

- Yeah, I'll be all right.

- That's a good boy.

- Hello, Mike.

- Hello, fellas.

It's nice to see you. We heard what

happened. How you holding up?

I need to talk to Mr. Nitti.

- He's awful busy.

- I can wait.

Okay. Take the man to the top.

Certainly, sir.

Sorry to make you wait so long, Mike.

Come on in.

We all just heard what happened.

Jesus, I'm sorry, Mike.

Well, thank you for seeing me,

Mr. Nitti.

Come on, sit down.

- Like some coffee or..?

- No.

- You sure?

- Yes, thank you.

So, what can I do for you, Mike?

I'd like to work for you.

Well, that's very interesting.

And in return, I'd like you to turn a

blind eye to what I have to do.

And what is that?

Kill the man who murdered my family.

Is one more body

gonna make a difference?

This is a good proposal, Mr. Nitti.

I will work only for you,

and you know I can do a good job.

I respect you, Mike. I do.

We would like nothing more than to have

you come work for us. But not like this.

What you're asking me is impossible.

Is it?

Let me explain something to you that

maybe you haven't realized.

All these years, you've been living

under the protection..

of people who care about you.

And those same people

are protecting you now, including me.

So if you go ahead with this,

if you open that door..

you're walking through it alone.

And all that loyalty, all that trust,

will no longer exist for you.

And Mike, you won't make it.

Not on your own.

And not with a little boy.

You're protecting him already?

We're protecting our interests, Mike.

I drove all through the night

to see you.

I appreciate that.

Now I suggest you drive yourself back.

Go home, Mike.

Go home and bury your wife and child.

With our blessing.

It won't be that simple.

You heard?

Dad, listen to me.

He's in the building.

- You can end this now. Take him now.

- Connor, get upstairs.

God help me.

God help me. What do I do?

You think objectively.

And you make your choice.

What would you do if Sullivan

were just some guy?

God help me.

- Make it quick.

- And the kid?

Oh, Christ. No, no.

One day the kid becomes a man..

Think he won't remember?

I said not the kid.

All right.

I know who to call.

There's a guy who's done some work

for us in the past.

He's gifted.

Excuse me, ma'am. Press. Press.

He was raping my wife.

He raped my wife.

Come on, come on,

you're treading on the evidence here.

Two minutes.

You got it, Mr. Maguire.

Harlen Maguire.

Good evening, Mr. Nitti.

Sixteen hundred.

Sixteen hundred dollars is my rate,

Mr. Nitti.

And what I make on

the photographs is mine.

No, never met him.

But I know his work.

He traveling alone?

How old?

What do I do with the kid?

Will do.

Thank you.

You remember your aunt Sarah?

Your mom's sister?

She lives in Perdition.

She'll take you in.

Where is it?

Right by the lake.

We went there once, all of us,

when you were 4, maybe 5.

It's beautiful.

You remember?

The place with the dog.

- Hello?

- Sarah.

Mike. Oh, thank God.

I want you to know we're okay.

Where are you?

We're on our way to your place,

if that's all right.

Of course.

I'll be back there in two days.

How's Michael?

He's all right.

How was it?

Oh, Mike..

Hello?

We'll see you soon.

- Hello, operator?

- Yes, sir.

I was just cut off,

could you reconnect me?

You hungry?

No.

Might not be another diner for a while,

so you should eat.

I'm not hungry.

I just wanna read.

- Slow night, huh?

- You kidding? This is busy.

- What can I get you?

- You got a special?

Everything's special.

- Is that so?

- Everything except the food.

Everything except the food?

- You ought to be on the stage.

- Don't I know it.

Give me some of that honey-dipped

fried chicken and a black coffee.

Duck soup.

Don't mind me, sir.

It's a free country.

Used to be, anyhow.

No, thank you, sir.

Is that your profession

or your pleasure?

Both, I guess.

To be paid to do what you love..

Ain't that the dream?

I guess so.

Yourself?

I'm a salesman.

Machine parts.

Machine parts.

- That's wonderful.

- I assure you, it is not.

- So who do you work for?

- Can you keep a secret?

I'm press.

Which paper?

All over.

I'm something of a rarity.

How's that?

I shoot the dead.

Dead bodies, that is.

I don't kill them.

I should hope not.

Always fascinated me,

the look of them, you know?

- You ever seen one?

- Yeah.

Sorry for you.

Terrible thing.

But it sure makes you feel alive,

don't it?

I'll drink to that.

Stuff makes you sweat, huh?

Yeah, piss too.

Excuse me, ma'am,

can you help me out here?

Just through here.

Hey!

Look out, there.

- Thanks, Ruby.

- Good night.

Forgot to leave a tip.

- Get down.

- Why? What's going on?

Get down!

Hey, what do you think you're..?

Get out of the car.

Get out of the car!

When I say get down, you get down.

Don't ask questions. When I say we're

stopping to eat, you stay with me.

You listen to me from now on,

or you start taking care of yourself.

I can take care of myself fine!

You never wanted me along anyway.

- You think it's my fault this happened.

- Stop it.

It was not your fault!

None of this is your fault.

- Just take me to Aunt Sarah's.

- I can't take you there.

Not now.

- Why?

- He knows that's where we're going.

So, what are you gonna do?

Something I can't do alone.

You have to listen to me now, okay?

Or else both of us are dead.

I have to make Capone give up Connor.

There's one thing Chicago loves

more than anything..

and that's their money.

They've got it in banks all over the

state. We have to find it and take it.

- Are you gonna help me?

- Yes.

Then I have to teach you something.

- You know what the clutch is?

- Sure I know what the clutch is.

- What is the clutch?

- The clutch, it.. It clutches.

Right, it clutches.

Which of those pedals is the clutch?

That's the gas.

Gas. I'll show you.

There. Right there, see?

There's the clutch,

and it does the clutching.

Let's go again.

Release gas, clutch,

shift gear, hit gas..

Shift.

- Can I make one suggestion?

- No.

I'm doing this.

Hey, 45 miles an hour,

that's a little fast.

Look out for the tractor, Mike.

Michael, look out for the tractor.

Watch out for the tractor.

Watch out for the tractor!

- We made it.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, we made it.

No more excuses. I've told you once,

now I'm telling you again..

- I'm looking for a Mr. McDougal.

- Just one moment.

Well, this is a pleasant surprise.

I wasn't expecting another

deposit until the end of the month.

Actually, I'm making a withdrawal.

I want dirty money only.

Everything you're holding for Capone

that's off the books. Open the safe.

You're insane.

You know they'll find out who you are.

The name's Sullivan.

You want me to spell it?

Open the box.

They'll kill you. They're animals.

You don't say. Put it in.

That's for you.

Call it a handling charge.

Tell Chicago I took it.

But if I read about this in the papers,

if I read about the savings of farmers..

being wiped out by a heartless

bank robber, I won't be happy.

Good afternoon.

You really trust me not to say

anything?

Always trust a bank manager.

There's no rush.

- Coffee?

- Thank you.

So, what brings you guys

to the middle of nowhere?

We're bank robbers.

We're just passing through.

So when do I get my share

of the money?

Well, how much do you want?

Two hundred dollars.

Okay. Deal.

- Could I have had more?

- You'll never know.

Come on, come on.

How much did they take?

How much?

Okay, answer me this:

What are we paying you for?

- Where's my father?

- What's this?

Why is no one talking to me?

I feel like a fucking prisoner.

I told you. You are not a prisoner.

You are being protected.

- This is what your father wants.

- I can look after myself.

No, you can't. This is the point.

You're a big baby who doesn't know

his thumb from his dick.

Fuck you.

The only reason you're still alive

is because you're John Rooney's son.

You're being a little

shortsighted here, Frank.

My father is an old man.

I am the future.

So don't you ever talk to me

that way again.

Maguire, do what you have to.

Find them.

I'm sorry, Mr. Sullivan,

there is no money.

No.. I can get you money, I just..

It won't be Chicago's.

They took it all out two days ago.

- Who authorized it?

- The accountant.

What's his name?

This is Mr. Rance in the bridal suite.

Before you proffer your congratulations,

there's no Mrs. Rance with me..

and I'm all the better for it.

Listen carefully..

because I am in no mood.

I'm going to say this only once.

I would like a boiled egg,

and I want it runny.

Pa, can we sleep in a motel room

tonight instead of the car?

Yeah, that would be nice.

How many more days

you gonna want me, mister?

Can't we close the curtains,

even for a little while?

I can't get no sleep

with all that light.

You see anything,

you hit that horn twice.

Don't get out of the car,

no matter what.

Bye.

- Ready?

- I'm ready.

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Runny.

It's open.

Top marks for speed,

no marks for cookery.

What, may I ask, do you call this?

Put it down.

- Mr. Sullivan.

- Mr. Rance.

How did you find me?

This is the best hotel in the area.

And you are so very.. particular.

Yes, indeed, Mr. Sullivan.

May I ask you to lower your weapon.

Thank you.

Now, what do you want?

Information.

I can't give you the files.

All right, all right.

They're in the next room.

- In here.

- Bring it in.

I can't see.

What will you accomplish by

interfering with our business?

This has nothing

to do with business.

It's all business. You

fail to grasp that.

And in business, you must

have something to trade.

And you, Mr. Sullivan,

have nothing to trade.

Especially not for anyone

as valuable as Connor Rooney.

I don't understand.

Opening bell on Wall Street.

Come on, open it.

Which one is it?

No, no, not it.

Tried that one already.

Better start over.

You got one more try.

There it is.

I'm okay. Watch the road!

Pa! Pa, are you okay?

Pa!

Help!

Help us!

Help!

Help us!

When are you two heading out?

We've stayed long enough.

We don't wanna cause you any trouble.

No trouble so far.

He's a good worker.

You have any kids?

No.

We met too late.

He dotes on you.

You don't see it.

Hello.

I had a bad dream.

You wanna talk about it?

Well, come on in. Take a seat..

if you want.

Math, huh?

Yeah.

I always hated it.

Me too.

So, what do you like?

Huh?

What subjects do you like..?

Did you like.. in school?

Bible history, maybe.

Why?

I like the stories.

Peter was good at math.

Was he?

Did you like Peter more than me?

No.

No, Michael.

I loved you both the same.

But you were..

You were different with me.

Was I?

Well..

Maybe it was because Peter was just

such a sweet boy, you know?

And you..

You were more like me.

And I didn't want you to be.

I didn't mean to be.. different.

Okay.

Good night, Pa.

Good night.

Michael, wake up.

Get your things.

We're leaving.

We left you something.

Hello, John.

You're a smart man, Michael.

I wanna talk.

Here?

Downstairs.

I didn't think I'd see you again.

Read this.

Connor's been stealing from you

for years.

He keeps accounts open under the names

of dead men. Men like the McGoverns.

I stood there and helped him

kill Finn to line his own pockets.

I thought I was working for you,

but I wasn't.

You think I'd give up my son?

He was betraying you.

I know.

Now, listen to me.

I tried to avoid more bloodshed.

You wouldn't accept that..

so I did what was necessary.

But I've always loved you like a son.

And now I'm telling you,

leave before it's too late.

Think.

They're protecting him now, but when

you're gone, they won't need him.

- This ends with Connor dead regardless.

- That may be..

but you are asking me..

to give you the key to his room

so you can walk in..

put a gun to his head

and pull the trigger. I can't do that.

- He murdered Annie and Peter.

- There are only murderers in this room.

Michael, open your eyes.

This is the life we chose,

the life we lead.

And there is only one guarantee:

None of us will see heaven.

Michael could.

Then do everything that you can

to see that that happens.

Leave.

I'm begging you.

It's the only way.

And if I go?

Then..

I will mourn..

the son I lost.

What are you gonna do?

Just one last thing,

and then it's done.

Go back to bed, Michael.

I'm glad it's you.

I understand.

But then Al wants your assurance

that after that, it's over.

The Lexington Hotel, room 1432.

Is that the house?

That's it.

I knew there was a dog.

Sarah? it's me, Mike.

We're here.

Smile.

Give me the gun.

Michael.

Michael..

don't you do this.

Give me the gun, Michael.

Come on.

Give me the gun.

I couldn't do it.

I know.

- Pa.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Pa.

Pa!

Pa.

Pa! Pa!

I saw then

that my father's only fear..

was that his son

would follow the same road.

And that was the last time

I ever held a gun.

People always thought

I grew up on a farm.

And I guess, in a way, I did.

But I lived a lifetime before that..

in those six weeks on the road..

in the winter of 1931.

When people ask me if Michael Sullivan

was a good man..

or if there was just no good

in him at all..

I always give the same answer.

I just tell them..

"He was my father."

Let go of me!

Okay, now I really have a wedgie.

Fred ! Velma!

Can you guys hurry it up?

This ghost keeps grabbing--

Please!

Jinkies.

Fred. Come in, Fred.

-Fred! Can you hear me?

-Fredster here, Velms.

Shockingly, Daphne's been

captured again. That's okay.

When the Luna Ghost

rounds the corner with Daphne. . .

. . .Shaggy and Scooby will pop out

of the barrel--

You'll activate the conveyor belt,

spilling the oil onto the floor.

Just remember my plan.

Like, chill out, Scooby-Doo.

Stop shaking.

Me? That's you.

Right. It's me. Sorry.

Scooby-Doo, what are you doing, man?

Like, this is no time to. . . .

Oh, boy.

Like, there's a ghost right behind me,

isn't there?

Run !

Go, Shaggy! Go!

-Run !

-Like, I'm trying, buddy!

Fred, now!

Hurry up!

-I got him.

-Look out!

Sorry!

-Sorry, Velma.

-I know, Fred.

-Where's the ghost?

-He's right behind us.

Skateboard !

Is he still after us, Scoob?

Banzai !

-Zoinks! Grab the hook!

-Hold on, Shaggy!

Daphne, are you okay?

I'm so over this

damsel-in-distress nonsense.

Where's Shagster?

-Like, I'm right here, man.

-Me too.

Scoob, that was fun. Let's grab

another skateboard and do it again.

Yeah.

There you go.

One for you.

Good-looking guy.

All right, nice to see you.

-Thanks for saving the factory.

-Pam, any comments?

This is a victory for any celebrity who

wants to make a quality action figure.

-What's the secret of your success?

-Teamwork.

I do a tremendous amount of teamwork,

and I always have a plan. Come on.

Yeah, my plan.

I knew from the start there was no

phantom. The Luna Ghost is, in fact. . . .

-Old Man Smithers?

-The creepy janitor?

He wanted revenge after you

refused to go out with him.

How could you, Pam? I am a lover-boy

of George Clooney-an proportions.

-Fred, how was the ghost able to fly?

-I can answer that. Watch.

These balloons fill with a highly

potent helium synthesis. . .

. . .giving the Luna Ghost. . .

. . . his weightless appearance.

I would have gotten away with it too,

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

. . .and your dumb dog !

I'll get you for this!

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

All right, I'm on it, dude.

-Are you set?

-I'm ready.

Fred, I can't believe you took credit

for my plan again.

Some plan. That ghost pawed me

for an hour and a half.

It's not our fault you always

get kidnapped.

I don't always get kidnapped.

Can't believe you'd say that.

Oh, please.

You come with your own ransom note.

-My glasses!

-Who's helpless now?

I'm going to kill you, Daphne!

Watch the ascot!

You guys, look, I know I'm just

the dude that carries the bags. . .

. . . but we all play an important part

in this group.

I mean, we're just like a big,

delicious banana split.

Fred, you're the big banana.

Daphne, you're the pastrami and

gum-flavored ice cream. And Velma. . .

. . .you're the sweet-and-sour mustard

sauce that goes on top.

That sounds pretty good, doesn't it?

You know what, Shaggy? You've really

put it in perspective for me.

Thanks.

I quit.

-No.

-No way.

You can't quit. I was gonna quit in,

like, two seconds.

Now everyone will think

I copied off the smart girl.

Now, wait a minute.

Maybe I quit.

I do. Yeah, I quit.

I'm out of here.

Good riddance.

Don't--

No. Don't go.

Come on, you guys, don't do this.

Please don't go.

Do I quit?

No, Scoob. . .

. . .friends don't quit.

It looks like it's just you

and me for a while.

What now, Shaggy?

I guess we'll all just do

what we do best, Scoob.

This is primo.

Man, talk about toasted.

Man, the only thing I like better

than an eggplant burger. . .

. . . is a chocolate-covered

eggplant burger.

With hot sauce.

Yeah, just another beautiful day

in paradise.

I'm looking for a "Mr. Rogers"

and a "Mr. Doo." The detectives?

It's probably somebody looking for us

to solve some scary mystery.

Nobody home!

Quick, Scoob-o, grab the food-o,

let's scram-o.

I'm looking for a "Mr. Rogers"

and a "Mr. Doo."

Let's go!

I'm sorry, dude. I'd love to help you

out. You look like a really nice guy.

We're not detectives anymore.

I've been sent by Mr. Emile

Mondevarious to invite you. . .

. . .to his amusement park,

Spooky Island.

We don't go near places with "spooky,"

"haunted," or "creepy" in the name.

-Or hydrocolonic.

-Right, but that's for another reason.

But he'd like you to solve a mystery.

He'll pay you a fee of $1 0,000.

It's just, materialism

is not really our bag, man.

-Free airfare.

-No, thanks.

-Room and board.

-No, thanks.

And all you can eat.

All you can eat?

Fred?

Velma? Are you going this way?

-How have you. . .?

-Been?

-Yes.

-Great.

I'm on the lecture circuit

with my new book. . .

-. . .Fred on Fred: The Many Faces of Me.

-Jinkies, that's impressive.

And yourself?

I've been working at NASA, developing

hydropowered missile defense systems.

But, more importantly. . .

-. . . I'm on a journey of self-discovery.

-NASA?

Charter service to Spooky lsland

will begin boarding momentarily.

What do you mean I can't have

seven carry-on bags?

-That's so economy.

-Crap.

Oh, no. I'm not talking to you guys.

-What are you doing here?

-Isn't it obvious?

We all received the same letter

from one Emile Mondevarious. . .

. . .the reclusive owner

of Spooky Island.

It's not fair. I was gonna solve

the mystery all by myself.

-And when you get caught?

-I'm a black belt now.

I've transformed my body

into a dangerous weapon.

It's true.

Far out. I guess we're, like,

all going to Spooky Island, man.

Where's Scooby?

Hello.

Sorry.

They don't allow big dogs

on the plane.

You've got to be kidding.

No one is stupid enough

to believe that.

Who's the ugly old broad?

-Say hello to Grandma.

-Aloha.

Flight 3774 to Spooky Island,

now boarding.

I wouldn't have agreed

to come if I knew.

Wait, just think about it

for one minute.

Mystery Inc. reunites. We'll be

a team again, just like the old days.

So come on. . .

. . . let's do that thing where we all put

our hands in, lift them up, and go:

Only if Fred and Velma do it.

People are watching, Shag.

Yeah, Scoob, "roo-hoo."

Come on, buddy.

Now that is a beautiful work of art.

Would you mind me taking a seat

there next to. . .?

To my grandma. That's my grandma.

Hi, Grandma. Like, no.

-Thanks.

-You're welcome.

Bless you.

I'm sorry. My allergies.

It's usually only dogs that do it.

-Maybe I'd better move.

-No, wait.

It's probably just

my grandma's perfume.

Yeah, even I sometimes get

a little allergic, you know. Oh, jeez.

I'm pretty sure Grandma wants to go

back and visit with her pal Velma.

Right, Grandma?

Okay.

Boy, oh, boy, those sure do look

like Scooby Snacks.

I know they're for dogs. . .

. . . but they're 1 00% vegetarian,

and I love them.

Like, me too.

Far out. I've never met another person

who loves Scooby Snacks.

-Me neither.

-I'm Mary Jane.

-Like, that's my favorite name.

-Really?

No way.

Hello.

Grandma?

Velma, it's simple

behavior modification.

To cause a dog to discontinue any

action, flick it on the nose. Observe.

Scoob?

See?

Sit, Grandma! Bad, Grandma!

Don't eat the kitty!

Welcome to Spooky lsland...

...the frightfully popular spring break

spot for college students.

Catch our Electrical Torture Parade.

lt's a Dead World After All.

And the world famous Splatterhorn.

Scooby-Doo!

And the rest of Mystery lnc.

lt's marvelous to see you!

How fanta--

l'm sorry.

That's the second time this week.

Thank goodness.

It's a new toy.

I'm just getting up to speed with it.

-Welcome.

-Thank goodness.

I was afraid I'd have

to lug those to the hotel.

That's what Spooky Island's about,

realizing your worst fears.

I'm Emile Mondevarious,

the owner of this amusement park.

-You seem less. . . .

-Spooky.

--than we'd have guessed.

I can be pretty spooky

when called upon. I can go:

Claws and everything.

You wouldn't want to run into me

in a dark alley.

-So you're the one who brought us here?

-No.

What brought you here

was your insatiable appetite. . .

. . .for a juicy mystery.

The truth is,

Mystery Inc. is broken up.

That's the beauty of something broken.

It can be fixed.

Therein lies its potential.

And I need you to fix Spooky Island.

What's the problem?

I believe somebody's casting a spell

on the students.

Now listen and look around.

Notice any difference between those

arriving and those departing?

They look like sober, well-behaved

college kids.

Precisely.

They didn't before they came.

They've changed.

In other words, a magic spell.

Carol ! Carol, how was the island?

Are you tricking on me?

It's me, Brad. We've known each other

since we were 3.

Back off my grill, son !

Carol, what are you doing?

I'm terrified. The young people

that come off that barge. . .

. . .the people I love the most,

they're in danger.

-I'm going to solve this one first.

-Not before I solve it first.

You'll look like total idiots

when you're captured and I save you.

Thank you. Marvelous.

Maybe we can celebrate later

by having a little spookapalooza.

Spookapalooza?

You haven't noticed anything unusual

since you started working here?

-Any weirdoes running around?

-No.

Welcome, dear victims.

My name is N' Goo Tuana.

This is my evil best pal, Zarkos.

You may recognize him from Telemundo

as the famous masked wrestler. . .

. . .Zarkos.

This enchanted island. . .

. . . is a thoroughfare

to the supernatural realm.

For centuries, it was home to creatures

who lived on the island undisturbed.

But then. . .

. . .ten years ago. . .

. . . Emile Mondevarious. . .

. . .antagonized these ancient beings

by building a theme park here.

The creatures are furious, my friends.

And I assure you. . .

. . .while you party. . .

. . .they plot. . .

. . .their revenge!

Do my friends frighten you?

They would, if it weren't

for the holographic projectors. . .

. . .there, and there and there.

What a smart little one.

Hello, Dead Mike's.

We got a "Mr. Doo" here?

I got a call for a "Mr. Doo."

Melvin Doo?

No, Scooby.

-Hello?

-Got a bag...

...of hamburgers here for you.

Just walk into the dark,

shadowy part of the forest...

...where no one can see you.

Okay.

-Want a stuffed thingy?

-Nobody can win those.

Fred says it's a worthless talent, that

I should've learned French instead.

I say you don't need to know what

" Voulez-vous coucher avec moi" means. . .

. . .to love that song.

I think being good at crane machine

is way cooler than French.

Voilà.

Nobody's ever given me a stuffed

dismembered head before.

Excuse me.

Now I have to start my voodoo ritual

all over again !

Voodoo ritual?

-I was about to sacrifice this chicken.

-That chicken's not alive.

I know. What, did you figure that out

when you saw it didn't have a head?

What do you want?

Why you in the voodoo ritual space?

I'm looking for clues as to who's

behind the students' strange behavior.

Here's a clue:

Purple is a fall color.

-It's the middle of May!

-Pardon?

Do yourself a favor

and get off this island. Go home.

Go home before evil befalls

your skinny, aerobicized booty.

And whatever you do. . .

. . .do not, I repeat. . .

. . .do not go into

that Spooky Island castle.

-You want me to go to that castle.

-Didn't you hear what I said?

You knew I'd do the opposite

of what you said.

You told me not to go to the castle

so I would go. . .

. . .where you set a trap to capture me.

Unless. . .

. . .you knew I'd figure it out,

so you told me not to go. . .

. . .so I'd think you wanted me to go,

so I wouldn't go.

I'll find out what you're hiding

in that castle. You watch.

What in the world?

Hamburgers, where are you?

Hamburgers.

Thank you.

Shaggy!

It's been really nice.

Shaggy!

Monster! Monster!

A monster?

Scooby-Doo, quit goofing around, man.

I guess I should go.

Bye, Scooby.

Bless you.

Shaggy. Scooby.

No way.

-Scoob and me don't do castles.

-Why not?

They have paintings that watch you,

suits of armor you think is a statue. . .

. . . but there's a guy inside who follows

you every time you turn around.

-How many times did that happen?

-Twelve. We're not gonna do it.

That's right.

Scooby?

Did you hurt your paw?

-Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?

-Oh, boy!

-And you'll be fearless?

-Fearless?

Hong Kong Phooey,

watch the fists of fury.

Here you go.

Thank you.

There's plenty more where that came

from. Let's go before someone sees.

Okay.

You're not gonna stay out here alone,

are you?

No, thank you.

Oh, boy.

This place is, like, uber creepy.

Yeah, uber creepy.

The only thing missing

is a mindless zombie.

Fred, get back. I found this place.

I call dibs on its clues.

-I've already found some clues.

-What?

I followed some weird footprints here.

It might be dangerous for you.

If anyone messes with me, I'll open

a can of Chinese whoop-ass on them.

Velma.

-What are you doing here?

-This ride was closed for construction.

It's the most likely place to hatch

a plan. And I wanted to scare Daphne.

Since we're all together,

let's split up and look for more clues.

-Daphne, you and I--

-Typical.

-What?

-Nothing.

-I was always picked last for the teams.

-Okay.

Daphne, exit through the entrance.

Velma and I will enter

through the exit.

And Shaggy and Scooby. . .

. . .do whatever you guys do.

Look at this, huh, Scoob?

It's like a medieval Sizzler.

Pinch me, I'm in heaven--

-It's an expression, Scoob.

-Sorry.

Velma, I never meant to--

Well, you know. . .

-. . . pick you last.

-Don't worry about it.

I know you.

All you care about

are swimsuit models.

Look, I'm a man of substance.

Dorky chicks like you turn me on too.

That's a compliment.

Yes! Yes!

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, no!

And now for our dinner show.

What?

Watch out!

-I got a bad feeling about this.

-Me too.

And now for the main course:

You!

Feast on this.

Jinkies.

They're moving toward us. Run !

-We're trapped.

-Quick, try the bookcase.

-One of these has to open a passageway.

-Velma, this is a ride.

You got a better plan?

What do we do?

Do what we do best, Scoob:

Eat.

It's plastic.

So what? You drink out of a toilet.

So do you.

I'm not helpless.

I am helpless. I'm gonna die!

We made it, Scoob. We're alive!

That was weird.

Fred? Freddy?

Are you all right?

The last book.

I don't feel so good.

Reminds me of the time we tried to eat

that guy in the hot-dog costume.

Looks like some kind of school.

In a spooky castle ride? Fishy.

Welcome to America.

l am using the language English.

-Shaggy, look.

-Let's check it out.

Oh, boy. Lights, camera, action,

huh, Scoob?

Now that you're a young adult...

...you'll need to learn societal dos...

...and don'ts.

lnteraction between young

people is polite and casual.

Hey, sorry, bro.

l will crush your bones into dust.

Let's see how the situation

should be handled.

Remember, today's young people

have a language all their own.

Sorry, bro.

No big whoop, dog.

Catch that new vid on the box?

True dat. l'm up to sniznuff

on all popular trends.

Word.

It seems to be a brainwashing

facility of some type.

Wherever there's a brainwashing cult,

there's always a power-hungry leader.

-The Papa Smurf figure.

-Mondevarious.

Then why would he have

invited us here?

Jellybeans.

I'll have whatever he's having.

Are you challenging me?

Maybe.

Pull my finger. Too late.

-You're in trouble.

-Oh, boy.

I'm not stopping

till your fur is singed off.

We're here to solve a mystery.

Yeah, Scoob.

Let's get out of here.

Zoinks! Skedaddle!

-I found a neat and scary clue.

-Us too.

This is a brainwashing

facility for an evil cult.

Maybe this is the secret relic

thingy they worship.

We'll all be relics if we don't

get out of here.

I got a plan.

What's that smell?

Sir, they found the Daemon Ritus.

For your sake, they better not

have gone far.

It is time to summon

the big muchachos.

Like, oh, no!

Mystery Inc. You all seem rather

cheery. Good news, I hope?

Mr. Mononucleosis. . . .

-Yes?

-We have hit a clue smorgasbord.

We have three suspects

as to who's behind this evil hooty.

N' Goo Tuana. He believes

your park's on enchanted ground.

The voodoo man, who tricked me

into going to the castle.

-And you.

-Me?

Let's split up.

We'll meet in a half-hour.

I'll interview employees to see

if they've noticed anything odd.

I'll translate these inscriptions

Daphne found.

I'll go research cults on the Net.

I'm a suspect?

Don't take it personally.

It's mostly just because you creep me out.

I see.

Fine.

Jinkies.

Hey. Your friends ditch you?

No, I always did the brainwork.

What's this?

I believe it's called

the Daemon Ritus.

Daemon Ritus? What's it for?

This describes

an old race of creatures.

It's reminiscent of Pandaemonous texts,

so I can make some of it out.

It looks like instructions

to some sort of secret ritual.

It is fascinating.

On the house. Nice sweater.

You really dig doing this, huh?

Like, clues and stuff.

Certainly.

Really focusing on a mystery

reminds me of the old days.

We were quite a crew back then.

That was the best time of my life.

Shaggy and Scooby....

What goofballs!

Kind of like they are today.

And Daphne....

So beautiful. She was the coolest girl

at Coolsville High.

Fred. He was so handsome.

And he really knew how to accessorize.

Sounds perfect.

Yeah, but every family has one nut.

Scrappy-Dappy-Doo!

Ghosts don't stand a chance with me.

Let me at 'em. I'll rack 'em.

I'll sock 'em.

For the thousandth time,

there's no such thing as ghosts.

Sure there are. When I find them,

I'll give them a dose of puppy power!

Oh, God. He's peeing on me.

That little egomaniac

had flipped his lid.

Scrappy, I told you,

no urinating on Daphne.

-It was an accident.

-You were marking your territory.

You don't have the scrote for this job.

Listen up, losers.

The time has come to appoint me

your unquestioned leader.

Either that, or I'm out of here.

What's the idea? You can't do

this to me. People adore me.

I'm as cute as a Powerpuff Girl.

I'll get my own show.

Puppy power, huh?

And he wasn't even a puppy.

He had a gland disorder.

Help me! Help me!

Monsters! Monsters!

This is the most embarrassing thing

you've done. . .

. . .since you cleaned your beans

at Don Knotts' Christmas party.

How many times

do I have to tell you?

There are no such things as ghouls,

ghosts, goblins or monsters.

Now listen up. There is absolutely. . .

. . .absolutely no such thing as--

Monster!

Fred !

Scooby. . . .

Save Daphne.

My glasses.

I can't find my glasses.

Help me find my glasses.

Here they are.

Thank you.

Nice mask.

Bad breath.

Here.

Jinkies.

Velma!

Come on !

Velma!

This is, like, the opposite

of what I wanted to do today.

Leave it!

Stand back, sir.

I'll protect you.

Mr. Mondevarious!

Daphne, go!

Scooby-Doo, where are you?

Running suitcase.

Run suitcase. Run--

Thank you.

-Where's Scooby?

-I hope he's okay.

-Right here. Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

-Hey, Scoob.

Scooby!

I have a sinking feeling these dudes

aren't brainwashed cult members.

What do they want with the students?

We need to follow them.

-Say what?

-Defeat them and save Fred and Velma.

Sort of like my plan: Get out of here,

let the creatures eat Fred and Velma.

No way. Fred and Velma

always figured out everything.

Now it's our turn.

For the first time, they're

the damsels in distress, not me.

-Help?

-Timber.

-Okay, I'm calling for help.

-No. I got this. I got this.

I don't got this.

-Coast Guard, Fitzgibbon.

-Hello, sir. We're on Spooky Island.

Our friends were. . .

. . . kidnapped.

We need someone here right away.

We do have a unit in the vicinity.

Can you meet them at the pier?

All right, they'll be right there.

"Our friends have been kidnapped."

-Something messed up is happening.

-Is the Coast Guard here?

What happened to the shattered windows

and busted walls?

Yo, Red. The ball.

Let's go.

Anyone else think this is strange?

-Okay, we need to split up.

-Why?

-We need to find Fred and Velma.

-I'll go this way.

And we'll go with you.

Come on, Scoob.

Fred?

Yo, the beyotch was like, "What?"

And I was like, "Later on !"

What up, dog? And. . .

-. . .dog.

-Keeping it real.

-What happened last night?

-We got beats like it was the lizz-nizz.

-You know what I'm saying, G?

-No.

You hear that?

Get the dog.

-Damsel in distress.

-Let go of me. Help!

Hurry, get the door!

-Why is Fred in a bad mood?

-He's not in a bad mood, Scoob. . .

. . . he's a monster.

-Shaggy, bikes!

-I know, "yikes!"

No, bikes!

Scoob!

Shaggy, look out!

I just saw my friend Beth Ann.

Something's wrong with her eyes.

Like, hop on !

Like, what a drag !

Like, duck!

-Yes!

-That was great!

-Are you all right? You were great.

-You too.

-Scooby, what are you doing, man?

-Mary Jane is a man in a mask.

-Mary Jane is a man in a mask?

-Scooby.

What are you doing, man?

Step off, Scoob.

Shaggy, you're whipped.

I'm whipped? Yeah?

Why don't you say that to my face?

Okay, I will.

Your mommy eats cat poop!

No, Scooby-Doo,

your mom eats cat poop!

Bring it.

You want a piece of the Shagster?

-Feel the pain, Scoob.

-Okay.

Come on ! Two shots! Two shots!

Me and you, me and you again.

I'll give you some right now, buddy.

Scoob!

I gotta save him.

You stay here, I'll be right back.

No, Shaggy.

I mean, it's too dangerous.

I've got to. He's, like, my best pal.

Friends don't quit.

Scoob?

Scooby-Doo. . .

. . .where are you?

Scoob?

Shaggy. Shaggy.

Shaggy!

Velma.

I'll save you.

Thanks, Shaggy.

Boy, am I glad to see you.

Let me go so I can return to my body.

Get out of here. . .

. . . before they steal

your protoplasm too.

I always knew you were a hero, Shaggy.

Jinkies!

-Hey, buddy.

-Shaggy!

Someone must have spiked my root beer

last night. Talk me down, man.

Fred, you're a frigging

protoplasmic head.

I know.

But I'm still the best-looking

protoplasmic head here.

How do you drive this?

The Darkopalypse's upon us.

Get what you need for the ceremony.

On your right. Your left.

I'm coming, good-looking !

-Thank you, you've saved me.

-Sorry, I'm looking for my friends.

But--

Put me back, Shaggy.

I'll figure a way out myself.

-Like, how?

-I don't know.

I'll use my tongue as an oar

and swim to the edge.

Sorry.

Yo, yo, you, yo.

What the--?

You could use a little sunlight.

That's one part of the mystery solved.

The creatures need our bodies

to survive in sunlight.

Like a human suit.

SPF 1 ,000,000.

But what are they doing here

in the first place?

Daphne, you okay?

Yeah.

-But I'm not Daphne!

-Fred?

I couldn't get to my body.

I didn't know where else to go.

It's not easy to steer

when you're pure spirit.

I can look at myself naked.

Oh, brother.

-Get your hands off me.

-Daphne?

-He planned this somehow, didn't he?

-Hey, good-looking.

Fred, you egocentric--

-Please tell me you guys are you.

-Fred keeps touching me.

Makes you nostalgic

for the homicidal creatures.

I stole this. I hope it helps.

The Daemon Ritus.

-I'm me again.

-Yippee for you.

Man, like, why am I wearing a dress?

Everyone remain calm.

Velma, what the heck's going on?

If I am correct. . .

. . .due to the instability of protoplasm

in the proximity of the Daemon Ritus. . .

. . .we're going to continue

randomly changing bodies until--

Jinkies!

--until the protoplasm realigns

with the appropriate bodies.

I'm Fred again !

Daph, what's wrong with you?

Don't you ever eat?

I'm me.

-I'm back.

-Like, me too.

Told you so.

-Oh, no.

-Let's go.

I guess that was the wrong ingredient.

Wait.

I know how to handle this guy.

Hey, you ! What're you doing?

Yes. That is masterful.

I'm doing a voodoo ritual.

I need to get the right ingredients.

The only way to protect myself is

by blessing this dead Arnouki beast.

They're about to perform

their evil Darkopalypse ritual.

-Darkopalypse ritual?

-Right.

-That's what the ancient text describes.

-Don't open that!

They use the protoplasm

in the vat as an energy source.

And the leader needs to absorb a purely

good soul to complete the ritual.

Legend has it,

once the ritual is performed. . .

. . .the creatures will rule on Earth

for 1 0,000 years.

That's why I have this in my house.

To protect myself.

You have another one of those?

Those creatures are taking over

the world? That is so mean.

They can't do the ritual without a pure

human soul. Where will they get one?

I didn't say human.

Oh, boy.

Hello, puppy.

If the person behind all this

needs Scooby-Doo. . . .

Then that person is the one

who brought Scooby here.

Scoobert. How are you, my friend?

Sit down, please.

Okay.

Scooby Snack?

Maybe one.

We'll need some more of those.

That's me!

It certainly is.

And that's because. . .why?

We love you, Scooby-Doo.

Unlike that alleged friend

of yours, Shaggy.

He wouldn't believe you about

that nasty girl Mary Jane, would he?

No.

But I believe you, my friend.

And that's why I've got

a very important job for you.

What's that?

That's a cat with a bobbing head.

Please don't touch it.

Scooby, I would like you. . .

. . .to be a sacrifice.

A sacrifice?

If Mondorajagaga wanted Scooby,

why'd he invite the rest of us?

It doesn't matter.

We gotta, like, go save Scoob.

Our area of expertise is nut jobs

in Halloween costumes.

We're supposed to be heroes, man.

So I'm gonna do what I always do:

I'm gonna eat myself a Scooby Snack,

and I'm gonna save my best pal.

Velmster?

You think I'm gonna fall for that?

Giving me my own nickname?

Trying to make me feel like. . .

. . . part of the gang?

We could make a plan.

What can I do? The only thing

I'm good for is getting caught.

But you never let that

stop you before.

And if that's not a true hero,

then I don't know what is.

Let's get jinkie with it.

Okay, so we use the pulleys

to tip over the vat.

Daphne will open the air vents

and release the disco skull.

The light will refract off the skull--

The creatures will explode, I'll find

Scoob, and we'll have saved the world.

Oh, no. The ritual's beginning.

Quick. Shaggy, attach this to the vat.

We're here to save you.

Shaggy, faster.

All systems go.

Wait, no!

Mystery Inc. rides again.

Quick, hide the Daemon Ritus.

Would you like another Scooby Snack?

Okay.

Scooby-Doo!

Yo, yo, yo. Yo, homedogs.

You forgot the next part

of the dance. . .

. . .where we do the Electric Slide,

you know. . . .

Hurry up, Velma.

Fred, Velma. . .

. . .welcome to my little

end-of-the-world party.

I've waited a long time

for this moment.

Thank you for returning

the ultimate party favor:

The Daemon Ritus.

And now, behold the sacrifice.

Thank you. Thank you.

Hello, thank you.

Thank you. Shaggy?

Scoobert.

Let's run for it.

We, like, gotta get out of here.

-I'm a sacrifice. Hello.

-A sacrifice?

Dude, that's not a good thing, Scoob.

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

And I'm sorry I haven't been

a very good friend since we got here.

-But you gotta trust me now.

-You don't trust me.

I do trust you.

Now, look. Who's your best buddy?

-Shaggy.

-Right.

And who's my best buddy?

-Scooby-Doo?

-That's right.

You are. And we're like two trippy peas

in a far-out pod, man.

Best buddies trust each other.

Let's do what we do best.

Let's run out of here screaming

in fear like two lunatics, okay?

On the count of--

Let's make it five. One.

Two.

Hey, look at me!

The moment is at hand.

Through the Daemon Ritus,

I shall absorb the energy source.

And now, to complete

the transformation. . .

. . . I shall absorb the pure one.

Scoob.

Ultimate power shall be mine!

Nobody absorbs my pal !

Come on !

I'm free!

Look at me!

Get him !

Let's get the Daemon Ritus.

Get off my pincer!

Cowabunga!

Look, Velms. A man in a mask.

We love you, Scooby-Doo. We love you.

That alleged friend of yours, Shaggy.

I shall absorb. . . .

Puppy power! I've outsmarted--

Scrappy-Doo.

Correction.

The new, improved Scrappy.

Because I, Scrappy-Dappy-Doo,

have absorbed enough energy. . .

. . .to rule the world

with my all-powerful army!

And I've brought you here,

puny, pathetic Mystery Inc. . .

. . .to witness my moment of triumph.

All I need to complete

my transformation is Scooby-Doo.

Me? Don't you mean Melvin Doo?

Seize them !

Like, let's get out of here!

Take that, pretty boy!

This is totally un-groovy, Scoob.

Scooby-Doo, where are you?

Yield to my puppy power!

-We gotta tip over the protoplasm vat.

-How?

The pincer. Come on.

You all need to step back,

because Fredster's got his groove on.

Got you ! You look

so much bigger on TV.

-Shaggy!

-Scoob.

You're done!

Come back here, you lazy beatnik.

Shaggy.

-Crud.

-Told you so.

Like, wow!

Give me the dog !

Scrappy, down ! Sit! Bad Scrappy!

Let's finish this puppy! Now!

Not again.

Captured again, señorita?

Not this time!

-Now who's the damsel in distress?

-Me?

Straight up.

Mystery Inc. , this ain't over!

Not by a long shot!

I'll rock you and sock you. . .

. . .and crush you like--

-Like, dude?

-What?

You're a bad puppy!

Come on, I can still take you.

Put them up, you mangy mutt.

Is that all you got?

Hey, Daph !

-We did it!

-Yes, we did.

Fred ! Cut it out.

-Mr. Mondevarious, is that you?

-Yes.

Oh, thank goodness!

Thank you ! Thank you !

Velma! Thank you !

You're fogging up my glasses.

Two years ago, that little pest. . .

. . .turns up at a casting session

for our evil elves.

Next thing I know,

I'm stuck in a hole. . .

. . .and he's cavorting about

in a mechanical version of me.

But look, thank you so much.

What a delight. Fantastic!

Fantastic!

-Shaggy!

-Scooby-Doo!

I love you, Shaggy.

I love you too, Scoob.

Now get off me, buddy.

Thanks. You saved my life.

Like, no problem.

And thank you, Scooby-Doo.

-My little schmookem-wookem.

-Shucks.

Fred, can you tell us

how you solved the case?

It all started when I was giving

a speech on my new book and. . . .

And I think the Velmster

should take it from here.

Go.

Through the combined

intuitive powers of Mystery Inc. . .

. . .we've discovered the real villain

is, in fact, Scrappy Cornelius Doo. . .

. . .who sadly was corrupted

by the power of the Daemon Ritus.

Get over it!

So I got a little cranky.

It's no reason to freak out like a jerk

and try to kill all of humanity.

I would've gotten away with it too,

if not for you meddling sons of--

Now that Mystery Inc.

is back together. . .

. . .any comment on the Mud Bog Ghoul

who's been terrorizing London?

Whatever the case,

Mystery Inc. will be there.

Solving mysteries, man.

-Righting wrongs.

-Looking for clues and kicking butt.

How groovy is this, man?

Spooky Island finally came through

with its all-you-can-eat deal.

And there's nobody I'd rather

gorge myself with than you, Scooby-Doo.

-My best friend.

-You're my best friend, buddy.

You're beautiful like a beautiful

piece of pizza.

Zoinks! Them peppers is, like, hot.

-Wimp.

-Wimp? You think you can handle it?

Why don't you put your mouth

where your mouth is?

Okay.

Scooby-Doo, you feeling okay?

Here you go, dude.

-Like, how'd that taste, man?

-Delicious.

Well, let's get two more.

On the count of three.

One, two, three!