Original subtitles

[thunder rumbling]

[gulping]

[train chugging]

- Uncle Scooby. - Yikes!

Hi, I'm Scrappy-Doo.

Scrappy-Doo.

He he he.

[theme music]

Shh.

Yow!

Let me at 'em. Let me at 'em.

Let me at 'em. Let me at 'em.

♪ Scooby Scrappy-Dappy-Doo ♪

♪ Scooby ♪

Scrappy-Dappy-Doo!

♪ Scooby ♪

♪ Scrappy-Dappy-Doo ♪♪

Ta-dadada-ta-daaa!

Puppy power!

Scrappy-Doo?

Uncle Scooby?

Scrappy-Dappy-Doo!

He he he.

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

[instrumental music]

I bet we put up over a million of these

re-elect Deputy Dusty posters, huh, Uncle Yabba?

Seems like it, little partner!

But it's all part of helping our pals

stay in office for another term.

What in tarnation?

Knock it off, before I come unglued.

You don't got a chance of becoming deputy, boss.

That Dusty fella has got a nasty reputation of being honest.

He won't after you plant these stolen jewels on him.

Then the town folks will have to elect me.

[both laughing]

And if I'm reelected as deputy of Tumbleweed--

He's the one!

He's the lowdown sneak

I saw robbin' the jewelry store.

I am not a crook.

Here, I'll empty my pockets and prove it.

Here's my handkerchief.

Jailer's handcuffs, a wallet, my favorite yo-yo.

And some stolen jewels.

Stolen jewels?

I appeal to you citizens of Tumbleweed

make me deputy, so I can arrest these crooks.

Sorry, boys, but I've got no choice

but to appoint Bart as Tumbleweed's new deputy.

toing

And as my first act as deputy

I'm gonna slam you boys in the slammer.

Gosh, I sure liked being the jailer

better than the jailee.

We got to get out of here.

That little feller can help us.

(Yabba) 'And my legendary burro love call'

should lure him over.

Hee haw!

Hee haw!

Hee haw hee haw hee haw

Yuck! Oh.

Now, pull out these jail bars, burro buddy.

hee haw hee haw hee haw

snap

And so we put those thievin' outlaws securely behind bars.

They're still behind bars, Bart, but they're gettin' away anyway.

Come on, we're gonna track 'em down

and finish 'em off for good.

We'll be safe in here.

But not out there.

Look, tracks! They're around here somewhere.

What's the plan, Uncle Yabba?

Simple, we capture those double crossing desperados

and force 'em to confess.

Ha! I suppose we'll use the old Yabba

cactus disguise trick or somethin'.

Good thinking, Deputy D.

The old cactus disguise trick.

Me and my big mouth.

This better work.

Can't miss.

Let's check out that cave.

(both) Ouch, oh, oh, ouch.

It's them! Let's get 'em.

What are we, ouch, gonna do now?

Ouch!

Hide, ouch, behind these boulders. Ow!

Hey, Uncle Yabba, this is a neat idea.

Those guys won't dare to follow us out here.

It's too bad you won't be around

when we rob the Tumbleweed Bank.

ha ha ha

crash

Gosh! Nothin' for miles.

(Scrappy) 'Where are we?'

S-S-Scorch Valley.

Why do they call it Scorch Valley, Deputy Dusty?

sizzle

Y-a-a-aouch!

(Dusty) That's why.

(all) Water. Water. We got to have water.

[panting] Look!

Ripe juicy watermelons, come and get it, fellas.

[indistinct chattering]

Watermelons!

thud

Oh, no!

It was just a mirage.

Hey, look, guys.

"Old faithful, goes off every

'257 years, 13 days, 9 hours'

'and 17 minutes."'

Or in other words, right now.

splash

This beats walkin', but somethin' tells me

I ain't gonna like the landin'.

What are we gonna do now, Uncle Yabba? Huh? Huh?

We're gonna tunnel our way under the bank.

Then we'll film Bart and Tiny robbin' the vault.

While they're baggin' the loot

we're gonna bag them shifty-eyed rascals.

crik crik

Come on, let's grab the money

and split this miserable one-horse town.

[grunting]

We'll come back for the other bag

'as soon as we toss these in the jeep.'

toing toing toing

(Yabba) 'No-good ornery crooks robbin' bank.'

'Take one!'

boing boing boing

[whirring]

What's that whirring sound?

It's comin' from that money bag.

Smile! You're on Bandit Camera.

Once I show this little home movie to the mayor

you'll be in the pokey faster than a pig takes to mud.

The mayor's never gonna see no film, you overgrown fleabag.

Let's get him.

Heads up, Dusty.

You're the director, Yabba!

You'll never get this film.

gulp

It'll be safe in here.

Come on, let's take the money and run.

Come on, Deputy Dusty, let bag us some bad guys.

(both) Help! Help!

(Bart) 'Oh, ow.'

'Help.'

Well, desperados, your dishonest days

are over and that's the honest truth.

(Scrappy) 'That's right, mayor.'

We got the whole bank robbery on film.

But it's still in my Uncle Yabba's stomach.

Well, then, how am I gonna see it?

No problem.

I'll just use my built-in

movie projector powered

by high potency chilli snacks.

Here they come.

[gulp] Mmmm good.

[whirring]

(Dusty) Those are your crooks, mayor.

Yeah, right there on the silver screen.

Yup, and like in all good movies

'the bad guys always wind up in the pokey.'

Yippity-Yappaty-Doooo!

[theme music]