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VINCENT: This is a warning to all living mortals...

...that whosoever opens this chest of demons...

...will release 13 of the most terrifying ghosts...

...upon the face of the earth.

Yikes!

- Let's get them, Bogel. - I'm with you, Weerd.

Only you can return the demons to the chest.

Why us?

VINCENT: Because you let them out.

Phew!

VINCENT: Thirteen ghosts have been set free.

And I don't know which is the scariest.

But the grossest creature I'll ever see...

...is something called the dinner guest.

Mr. VanGhoul, your TV set in the next room is buzzing.

That's more than a TV.

It's my monitor of activities in the spirit world.

Looks like you got witches, Vince.

Yes, the Brewski sisters, ha, ha.

I have seen them before.

Oh, they're harmless really. They can barely get their brooms to fly.

Then they're not from the chest of demons?

Of course not.

Phew!

But that is definitely from the chest of demons.

Mind if we change the channel?

MAN: We now return to Scooby and Scrappy-Doo.

Oh, boy. Cartoons, heh.

No. We have to find out what that demon cloud is doing.

Sisters of the coven,

this is the black book of spells.

Follow the incantations as written

and your powers will grow.

Hey, this must be one of those self-help books, heh.

However, you must do one thing.

You must join me at Stonehenge at midnight tonight...

...to recite spell number 13.

Spell 13.

- At midnight tonight. - Certainly.

Together, it will make us the most powerful witches in the world.

Sisters, we're in business.

We are witches of the night.

We're so hot we're out of sight.

Cooking. Nyah-nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah. Nyah-nyah-nyah..

Spread out.

They're gonna be the most powerful witches in the world?

We're doomed.

We now return toThe 13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo.

Wicked witches, demon clouds. Where do we start, Mr. VanGhoul?

You start by getting that spell book...

...before those foolish witches destroy the world.

We've got some witches to splat.

You coming with us, Mr. V?

I'm afraid I cannot.

Like, we're not into witches either, sir. We'll stick with you.

Yeah.

If you wish.

I'm going to hunt down that demon mist...

...in the zone of eternal evil where the darkest spirits are trapped.

On second thought, send us a postcard.

Yeah. So long.

Good luck with the mist, Mr. V.

If they don't recover that book, no amount of luck will save us.

Oh, powers locked within this stone...

...transport me now to the evil zone.

I hope I find that mist before it finds me.

We've found the witches' house.

Now, to get inside and grab the book.

Oh, leave it to me, Daphne. I have a book of my own.

"101 Ways To Out-Switch A Witch." It's fool-proof.

Yeah, it will prove we're fools. Count us out.

Yeah. No way.

Ah, trust me, guys. I just read up on a great plan.

Flim Flam, how come every time you have a great plan...

...we get left holding the bag?

Yeah.

Let's see. Spell number 13.

Oh, oh, oh, what's it say, Wanda? What's it say?

Ah, keep your warts on and let me read it, will you?

- Oh, oh. - For spell number 13...

...you follow this recipe.

Saute five pounds of pickled dodo bird feathers.

- Check. -Stir in ten pounds of powdered moon rocks.

Double-check.

And you season with golden cobra rattle from the pharaoh's tomb.

Golden cobra rattle?

And you simmer till done in a generous amount of Paris sewer water.

Paris sewer water? Icky poo.

Whoa!

You bat-brain. Why, I ought to...

But, Wanda...

...we're fresh out of golden cobra rattles and Paris sewer water.

I told you not to drink that sewer water.

Oh, oh, I was thirsty.

Oh, well, we'll just have to go find the last two ingredients.

Prepare for flight.

Now, who could that be?

Heh, Good day, madam. Crazy Shaggy here.

Your crazy traveling salesman, with the craziest buys in the universe.

Meet my associate, Crazy Scooby.

Hello. I'm crazy.

We're both crazy, heh.

We're here to sell you anything, that's right, anything.

And you'll never have to pay a dime. Ever.

How can we sell it to you for nothing, you ask, heh?

Because we're completely nuts, heh.

Now, what can we sell you?

Oh, oh, do you have cobra rattles and Paris sewer water?

Of course we do. Why? Because we're crazy.

And it's all in this magnificent 20 volume set...

...the Encyclopedia Scoobtanica, a welcome addition to any home.

These books have educated thousands of foolish people...

...some even as crazy as we are.

So don't be left in the dark.

Why, things are looking brighter already.

We want cobra rattles and Paris sewer water.

Why settle for sewer water

when you can have the finest toilet water in all of France?

Toilet water salesman? Icky poo.

Oh, not icky poo, madam, but the essence of perfume.

Just take a whiff.

Ah! What an aroma. We call it Eau de Polecat.

We don't want books, or perfume, or anything.

Just get out of here. All of you.

We've got the spell book, Scoob.

That's it. I've had enough.

We'll turn these peddling pests into worms. Give me the book of spells.

Certainly.

"The duck-billed platypus is a furry egg-bearing mammal who...."

What?

We've been tricked.

They stole our book. Stop them.

Like, run for it.

So long, sports fans.

Oh, Oh, bat wings.

Sic 'em!

Shaggy.

Help.

Hang on, Scoob.

Whoa!

Did you get the book?

No, but they almost got us.

We are witches of the night.

We're so hot, we're out of sight.

Cooking. Nyah-nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah. Nyah-nyah-nyah..

I sure hope Mr. VanGhoul is having better luck than we are.

I can't see a thing. Just darkness everywhere.

Oh, poor creature.

What are you doing here?

You're very welcome.

We meet again, Vincent VanGhoul.

Marcella. So you're the evil mist.

But how did you wind up in the zone?

I was swept here by a spectral wind,

after I escaped your chest of demons.

From one trap to the next, heh.

You never were terribly clever, were you, Marcella?

No.

Ha, ha, yes, VanGhoul.

While you rot here, my sister witches will set me free at last...

...to haunt the heavens and the earth.

Oh, oh, look, Wanda. Look, Ernestine.

The golden cobra rattle.

And it's got relations.

Don't sweat it, sisters. Listen to this.

To the spirits of slime I do beckon...

...make Hilda snake, but just for a second.

Wanda, what are you? A comedian?

Just keep that cobra busy, butterball, and we'll do the rest.

Oh, oh. Hi, you silly snake, you. Nyuk, nyuk!

We've found them, guys.

They're inside that pyramid.

And this time, I've got a great plan to trick those witches.

It can't miss, ha, ha. Right, Scooby?

I don't know, Film Flam.

You know, you're sort of cute, in a slimy sort of way, nyuk, nyuk!

I got it.

Excuse me, I have to go powder my fangs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa..

Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah-nyah-nyah..

Those witches will never recognize us in these disguises.

It's not gonna work, Flim Flam.

Oh, come on, guys. Trust me.

Have I ever steered you wrong?

Yes.

Look who's coming.

Hey, hey, it's those same kids again.

Gee, they're after our book.

Let me zap them, Wanda. Oh, let me zap them.

No, Ernestine. We can't fool around now.

We have work to do.

We still have to get that Paris sewer water.

Yummy.

But we don't have enough time to go to Paris.

Well then we'll make Paris come to us.

With a magic spell.

Allow me, Wanda.

Do wah ditty, hamma, hamma, hamma.

Oh, northern city, come to ma.

Oh, my gosh. What have those witches done?

We're in Nome, Alaska.

Well, as the saying goes, when in Nome, do as the Nomans do.

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-dog open sleigh, hey! ♪

You knucklehead. You read the wrong spell.

Oh, that's impossible. I don't know how to read.

Here, let me do it.

Inky-dinky, parlay-vouzee,

Paris and desert switcherroozee.

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-dog open sleigh, hey! ♪

Success.

What do those witches want here?

They need Paris sewer water for their spell.

And this next plan spells success. To the sewers.

Sewers? Ick!

Ugh, in a short while, Vincent...

...my loyal sisters will rescue me from this zone.

I wouldn't count on those three witches if I were you, Marcella.

Oh, I do appreciate your concern.

But with the book of spells, they can't fail.

Once they reach Stonehenge and make a brew...

...they'll chant spell 13.

Which will set you free.

Precisely.

And I'm afraid you can't follow me. At least not without your lovely necklace.

Get used to Mr. VanGhoul, Eidsvik.

He'll be staying here quite a while.

In fact, until the end of time.

This is the last ingredient we need for the brew.

Paris sewer water.

Oh, oh, boy, I'm thirsty.

Icky poo. Knock it off, will you?

You're grossing me out.

Ready to Flim Flam them, guys?

Absolutely not.

That's the spirit, Scooby. Let's roll.

Come on, girls. We've got a spell to cast.

No, mademoiselles. Please, wait.

I am Pierre Flim Flam. The finest sewer painter in all of Paris.

I must paint your portrait.

Assistants. My canvas.

I am trying to paint them, not me.

Spread out.

Permit me to pose you.

Aha! That is perfect.

But that book. It ruins everything.

Let me hold it for you.

No way. Mitts off.

But it destroys the composition. I must take it.

Yuck!

It's those kids again.

Let's zap them.

Au revoir, mademoiselles. Tout suite, and all that rot.

We are witches of the night.

We're so hot we're out of sight.

Cooking. Nyah-nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah. Nyah-nyah-nyah..

Enough of your silly songs.

Get to Stonehenge now and cast spell 13, or I'll...

Follow those brooms.

It looks like it's up to Scooby and the others now.

Too bad I can't stay and watch your final hours, VanGhoul.

And too bad you don't have better taste in jewelry.

Eidsvik. Where are my gowns?

I need to dress for the mortal world.

Ah! Blood red. My favorite color.

Am I taking you with me, Eidsvik?

Don't be ridiculous.

Once I'm free, I'll have no use for a worthless lackey like you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

We made it, sisters. Stonehenge. Nyuk-nyuk-nyuk!

Well, now, let's get spell 13...

Sss, cooking.

Nyah, nyah, nyah-nyah-nyah..

They're about to start their spell.

I sure wish Mr. VanGhoul were here. He'd know what to do.

Ah, don't sweat it, Scrappy.

I've found a plan in my book that cannot fail.

Flim Flam, like, face facts. Your plans backfire every time.

We are the few who stir the stew...

...and boy, this stew sure stinks.

Ewww!

Who dares to enter my domain?

This is the territory of witch Daphne.

And her band of nasty meanies.

We're the Brewski sisters.

Soon to be the most powerful...

And beautiful witches on earth.

Say, that's the black book of spells, isn't it?

Yeah. What a book.

It has spells for everything. Why, we're...

What's it to you?

Oh, nothing, really. I'd just like to take a look at it.

They don't have any idea what you're up to, Daphne.

How can they? I don't have any idea what I'm up to.

Well, let's make a deal.

When we become powerful,

we'll need puppy dog tails for our spells.

So we'll show you the book if you give us the tail of that dog.

Dog? What dog? I'm not a dog.

Well, are you talking about a big spell?

Could be.

Then you'll probably need the whole dog.

Huh!

Shaggy! Help!

Relax, Scoob, we'll get you out of there as soon as we grab the book.

Oh, all right.

♪ Oh, where, oh, where has my little dog gone? ♪

♪ Oh, where, oh, where can he be? ♪

Hey, hey. Look who's coming.

Uh-oh!

I thought Vince was gonna take care of that demon mist.

What is going on here?

We been waiting around for you, cloudy.

Spell 13 is ready to go.

But who are these creatures?

Who? Them? They're OK. They're just a bunch of..

It's those same kids.

- Yeah, and we were just leaving. -Our book.

Stop them.

Hey, Scooby, catch.

No one crosses Marcella.

Oh, no. Uncle Scooby.

Hang on, Scoob. I'm coming.

Hey. They took my broom too.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Yikes!

No! Get back that book.

Mr. VanGhoul. Where are you?

Eidsvik?

Thank you, my friend.

But I'm afraid we're stuck here forever.

That necklace Marcella took with her was my only means of escape.

Eidsvik, you're brilliant.

We have no time to lose.

To this foul zone, we say goodbye...

...on to Stonehenge, away we fly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Mr. VanGhoul. So nice of you to drop in, sir.

Where have you been?

Now, everybody, stay calm.

Scooby, let me have the spell book.

Spell 13.

I hope this works.

Hey, I got it back. Nyuk-nyuk-nyuk!

Mr. V, what are you doing? You let them have the book.

Everything's under control, Shaggy. Trust me.

Trust you? You're starting to sound like Flim Flam.

Spell 13.

Hold your horse. I'm looking for it.

We gotta stop them.

No, Scrappy.

Mr. VanGhoul.

Get the chest of demons ready instead.

With pleasure, Vince.

Ah! Spell 13. Here goes.

Marcella, trapped inside your zone,

we send you now to a different home.

In your new home we hope you'll rest,

you're going back to the demon chest.

No. That's the wrong spell.

That's what it says in the book.

You fools. Fools, fools.

Nighty-night, Marcella.

Oh, I think we goofed.

On the contrary. You cast the spell perfectly.

Then we've really become the most powerful witches in the world?

No, I'm afraid you're back to being the least powerful in the world.

Icky poo!

I'll take this for safe keeping.

But how did you get them to read the wrong spell, Mr. VanGhoul?

Oh, it all happened during that delightful broom-ride.

I managed to tear spell 13 from the book...

...and replace it with a little poem of my own.

But the key to my success was Eidsvik.

And the key to our success was my book,

101 Ways To Out-Switch A Witch, heh.

It taught us a lot about witches, huh?

But it didn't teach us the most important thing, Flim Flam.

Yeah, what's that?

♪ We are witches of the night ♪

♪ We're so hot we're out of sight ♪

♪ Sss, cooking. Nyah-nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah. Nyah-nyah-nyah.. ♪

♪ Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo ♪