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And I say this outbreak has got to be stopped.

And furthermore... Fellow

terrified citizens.

We've all just got to keep our heads and not blow our cool.

Your government is doing everything it can to stamp out the Scooby.

We know for a fact that the Scooby dance is caused by a terrible mechanical

virus manufactured and unleashed on mankind by M.A.D.

Maladjusted, antisocial, and darn mean.

An organization of scientists bent on destroying the world for their own gain.

Uh, we're running over, Chief. Chief, just stick to the point.

Frankly, our Army, Navy, FBI, indeed any of our normal

-sized organizations, is powerless against M.A.D.'s microscopic monsters.

There's only one man.

Tiny enough to seek out the Scooby and fight it on its own level.

Tom of T-H-U-M-B.

Thanks. And ow!

Scooby, Scooby, Scooby, Scooby, Scooby, Scooby, Scooby, Scooby.

Wow, what a rotten thing to see.

Greatness reduced by a mere Scooby.

It's up to us, Swingin' Jack. Quick, the impregnable powder.

All right, boss.

This powder will protect us from the Scoobies.

It's the last few pinches of it left in the world.

Luckily, there's just enough to cover our infinitesimal but highly supple

bodies.

Now come, let us seek out the Scooby.

We've got to find one of those miserable Scoobies and trace it to its source.

Look. Down there.

A Scooby dance.

One of them must be down there. Bring her in, gentle swinging jack.

She's got to be around here someplace.

I found her.

Let's have a look.

Nanny, that's only the common cold.

We're looking for Scoobies.

Come on.

Boss, it's hopeless.

Hopeless? I don't know what that word means, baby.

Wait a minute.

Watch this.

One at a time.

Think we may be on to something here.

Don't move, Swingin' Jack.

The impregnable powder will protect you.

Don't want to alarm it.

Oh, I wouldn't dream of alarming the poor thing. Shh.

All right, Scooby, you've had it. One false move and I blast.

Take us to your leader.

You'll never make boss hero that way, Swingin' Jack.

You made me lose my Scooby. What do you mean lose?

It's right there on your head.

I missed it. Hold still. It's on your foot now.

How will you stop it, you ninny? But it got away again.

Jack, one Scooby is not important in a world of millions of Scoobies.

And so we must let that Scooby go free, even though we hate it with all our

hearts, so that we can follow it to its source and find those millions of other

Scoobies and destroy them.

And maybe in our own little way, make the world safe again for humanity.

Do you follow me, Swingin' Jack?

I follow you to the ends of the earth, boss.

Glad to have you with me.

Now, there it is.

Follow that Scooby.

Another perfect batch of Scoobies. Soon the world will be ours.

Yes, and then we can destroy it without anybody bothering us.

Have a cigar. We deserve a good smoke.

All right, M.A.D. guys, you've had it. Breach!

Curses. Foiled again by Tom of T.H.U.M.B.

Well, we destroyed every last Scooby, Chief Chief. They'll never bug the world

again.

Aw, come on, Chief Chief.

The Scooby-Doo's must have worn off by now. Stop doing that Scooby dance.

Why, I like it. I like it.

Scooby-Doo, boo-boo. Booby-Doo, ooh-ooh. Ooh-ee-ooby-dooby-ooby-ooby-ooby-ooby-ooby.