Original subtitles

(Mr. Gabodaglophordia)

'Broccoli Head!'

You wanted to see me, sir?

Ha ha ha.

Deliver these packages

right away.

Yes, Mr. Glubofunny.

Mr. Covighheim.

Gabodaglophordia.

- How many times - I gotta tell ya?

Gabodaglophordia!

Gablo..

[babbling]

Ha ha ha.

- Huh? - Bedtime, Arthur.

[instrumental music]

Nighty-night, Daphne.

You're the bestest

babysitter ever.

Mwah.

[grunting]

[pan flute music]

Huh?

That's odd.

Who'd be playing

a pan flute? At this hour?

[clattering]

Arthur, are you alright?

[growling]

[gasps]

[screaming]

[growling]

[screaming]

[screaming]

poof

vroom

[theme music]

(Scooby)

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

[birds chirping]

(Daphne)

got into Arthur last night.'

'I just can't understand what

- 'One second he's - as sweet as can be'

- and the next, - he's trying to kill me.

Maybe he had too much sugar.

Sugar doesn't

make you grow fangs.

Ha ha ha! Good!

'Cause if there's one thing

I love it's sugar.

Me, too.

Delicious!

Like, you said it, Scoob.

Delicious.

Shaggy, you promised me

you weren't going to use

the word like so much.

It makes you sound ignorant.

- - Huh? - - Oh, right.

Like, um, I forgot.

Oh. Sorry.

- We're only a few blocks - from Arthur's house.

- Can we stop by - and see how he's doing?

Sure. We're not gonna

miss anything at school.

Oh, wait. I forgot

about civics class.

I'm flunking out.

- Coach says if I don't pass, - I'm off the team.

Hey, I'm great at civics.

I could tutor you.

I could come over

and... you know, help you study.

Just you and me.

Alone.

Gee, Daph, thanks.

- But my dad already - hired a tutor.

- I'm supposed to meet her - in the library during lunch.

- - Her? - - Yeah, a senior.

Dad said she's brilliant.

(Fred)

'Whoa, look at this.'

[dramatic music]

clank

Like, where's everyone going?

Oops. Sorry.

- (Daphne) - 'Wait!'

Mr. and Mrs. Baywosenthal,

what's going on?

How's Arthur?

[growling]

Any other questions?

- Jinkies! - The whole block's leaving.

And a good thing, too.

Who knows what these kids

are capable of?

Kids? You mean..

Afraid so.

Every child on this block

has become inexplicably

spookified!

gulp

(both)

Spookified!

Goodbye, Tiffany.

[growling]

Okay.

Don't forget to brush!

They can't just leave

all the kids.

They'll be fine.

We'll air drop in

some freeze-dried camp food.

Just 'cause they're spookified

doesn't mean they can't

reconstitute macaroni.

- Any idea what caused this, - sheriff?

We're not really sure

but it may have somethin'

to do with this.

Isn't that creepy?

Ha ha. Like, I'll say.

Ouch! You're bruising

my kidney.

This thing shows up,

plays its creepy flute

and all the kids are all, uh..

- (in unison) - Spookified!

Well, gang, looks like we've got

another mystery on our hands.

But, dad.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

No, no, no, uh-uh.

Absolutely no mystery solving.

We've got one heck

of a monster here.

I smell tourists, t-shirts,

concerts, tchotchkes!

In.

- But, dad, - we can help.

You can help

by not flunking civics.

- I'll drive you - back to school.

[bell ringing]

slurp

burp burp

Time for dessert.

Like, mind bringing me

back some, too?

Okey-dokey.

Oops. I said like again,

didn't I?

Oh, boy, I'm sorry.

I just can't help it.

Here. Put this rubber band

around your wrist.

Every time you say

the word like, snap it.

Hard.

Um, but that will hurt.

That's the point.

Here, pick out

a new pair of pants.

What's wrong with my pants?

- You promised me - you were going to start

- caring more - about your appearance.

But I like these pants.

- You've worn them - since the eighth grade.

They're comfortable pants.

Fine. I'll pick them out

for you myself.

- Like, what is wrong - with her?

Oops.

- (Shaggy) - 'Ow!'

I wonder which one

is my tutor.

Me, too.

- 'Fred Jones, Jr.' - Huh?

- (Mary-Ann) - 'Down here.'

I'm Mary-Ann Geerdon,

your tutor.

You?

You're the brilliant senior?

I have an IQ of 195.

I should actually

be in college

- but my parents want me to spend - a few weeks in high school

- to help develop - social skills.

[clears throat]

- (both) - Ugh.

- So you're pretty good - at civics, huh?

It's my passion.

- That's how I met your father, - the mayor.

I asked to be appointed

to the City Council.

I have some brilliant ideas

on how to run the city

more efficiently.

He said I was too young.

[clears throat]

- Come, Fredrick. - We have a lot of work to do.

Oh!

Have a good time, Fredrick.

I'm so sorry!

No, it's my fault.

I was not looking

where my eyes were going.

You're that new

exchange teacher.

Yes, Dr. Louis De Portillo.

Now, if you'll excuse me

I must prepare my lecture on

South American

indigenous mythology.

Oh. Dr. Portillo,

your book.

- (Dr. Portillo) - 'That is none of your business.'

[muttering]

Hmm.

[growling]

[meowing]

[pan flute music]

[growling]

[indistinct chatter]

It's happening again!

[screaming]

[laughing]

[siren blaring]

- Looks like the creepy - flute player

struck again last night.

- How do you like - your new pants?

Um, they're

a little tight.

That's the style.

You look great.

I sort of feel

like a sausage.

More parents are leaving.

- At this rate, - Crystal Cove

will be a town of nothing

but spookified kids.

Hey, what's with the pets?

He he he.

[screeching]

This is the location

of the most recent attack

by the creature

that's been spookifying

- 'the children - of Crystal Cove.'

click click

Velma, sweetheart,

how are you?

Sheriff, they're back!

Mom, please.

We just wanted to see

what was happening.

There's nothing to see.

Not unless you're paying.

Now, get to school, darling.

All of you!

- Be an angel - and take one of these

and wear it around school.

Oh, and if anyone asks,

they're $15.

- We've got to find out - what this thing is

and where it comes from.

- And I think I know - who can help.

- Hey, how much is...

- 15.

Dr. Portillo?

Hmm. He must be

teaching a class.

Like, what kind of stuff

does this dude teach anyway?

Oops!

Ow!

He he he.

- What are you doing - in my office

a personal, private space?

- Dr. Portillo, it's important - that we talk to you.

- Do you recognize - this creature?

Yes.

It is Que Horrifico.

Who's Que Horrifico?

A mythological creature.

Hey, cool blowgun.

What size dart do you use?

I prefer a three centimeter

with combed beaver bristles.

Fred, that's not a blowgun.

It's a pan flute.

So you are saying

because I have a pan flute

I am the creature?

- This pan flute - is purely for

- recreational purposes, - I assure you.

Oh, how dare you accuse me?

No one's accusing you

of anything.

- We just want to find out - about this thing.

- I don't know - what's wrong with me.

- Where are my manners? - Yes, of course I can help you.

- I gave a lecture - on Que Horrifico

- to my honors class - a few weeks ago.

I'll get the slides.

They're in color!

(Dr. Portillo)

the tale of Que Horrifico.'

'The peoples have long told

A normal man by day

but every night at sundown

he changes into

Que Horrifico!

- 'He roams through - the villages'

'and plays his song

of mystery on a pan flute'

'turning the childrens

into terriblados!'

[all gasp]

In America we call it

getting spookified.

- That's good to know. - Thank you.

The childrens become

his servants of evil.

Eventually he takes them

to his spooky town

or cave or something.

- There's a lot of debate on that. - Who can say?

Well, that's really

all I know.

[yawns]

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm going home to rest.

I haven't slept well

these last two nights.

Gang, I know this

sounds crazy, but...

- Hey, how much is... - 15.

But what is Dr. Portillo

is Que Horrifico?

He has the pan flute,

the blankets.

He said he hasn't been sleeping

well the past two nights.

And he has an accent.

I say we keep a close eye

on Dr. Portillo.

Fred Jones, Jr.

You were supposed to

meet me in the library

for your civics tutoring.

[clears throat]

Mary-Ann, I can't.

- I have something important - I need to do.

What could possibly

be more important than civics?

That's Portillo's house.

I got the address

off the school computer.

Okay, gang, come on.

squeak

squeak squeak

Wait up!

I can't sneak in these pants.

[sighs]

Is he in there?

Shaggy, get down.

He'll see you.

My legs won't bend.

Down!

squeak

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

So, you do think

I am Que Horrifico!

Well, I am beginning to agree.

Perhaps you can help.

- (Fred) - 'Wow, these chains

are fantastic.'

Who's your chain guy?

I want his number.

- Wouldn't you know - if you were Que Horrifico?

The transformation

may be so totally complete

that I don't remember

it the next day.

Like after you've had

too much fudge.

[gulps]

And the moon is up.

Now what?

We wait.

gulp

tick tock tick tock

squeak

Delivery for

Mrs. Foofynibbleyids!

No, no.

It's Bobbencobibbleplatz.

[babbling]

Ha ha ha.

Now, that's comedy

Oh, no!

I think... I think

it's happening.

- Oh, no! - It's happening!

It's happening!

Aye! Here it comes!

(Dr. Portillo)

Oh! I'm so scared!'

'I'm so scared!

Here it comes! Oh!

gurgle

No, it's just gas.

[sighs]

[sighs]

crash

[pan flute music]

[growling]

It's Que Horrifico!

He's back!

[laughing]

poof

Well, at least we know

it's not Dr. Portillo.

I am not the weirdo?

Whoop-dee-doo! Yay for me!

- We're gonna catch - that thing.

Like, how do you know that?

[whimpering]

Because I'm gonna

build a trap.

whoosh

Jinkies! Kids have

taken over Crystal Cove.

[growling]

Yeah, like, this whole

neighborhood's been spookified.

Yeah, but not this house.

- (Fred) - 'It's been for rent for a year.'

- A fully furnished, - three bedroom

two bath charmer

with upgraded appliances.

Perfect for a couple

just starting out.

Not when I'm done with it.

But, uh, why would

Que Horrifico come here?

He wouldn't. Unless there was a

new family with kids moving in.

But who'd be dumb enough

to do that?

Oh, my. Don't our

two young children

seem to be having

a wonderful time?

Ugh. How humiliating.

At least I'm out of

those tight pants.

[sighs]

Ah... this is nice.

Watch it, Daphne.

- Remember, we're married. - Don't look so happy.

It's almost sunset.

We better get inside.

Right. Come, two young children.

It's bedtime.

(Fred)

tell you a story.'

'Grandma's gonna

Oh, goody!

[both humming]

Quick, get upstairs.

Aren't you gonna

tell us a story?

Yes. The end.

Now, shh.

[pan flute music]

(Shaggy)

to be spookified.'

'Like, I don't want

'Ow!'

'Thanks, Scoob.'

- (Scooby) - 'You're welcome, Maggy.'

There it is.

'Come on. Come on,

just a little closer.'

Say hello to Mr. Trap!

whirr

Ha ha!

Got him!

[growling]

[pan flute music]

[children growling]

This town's ours now.

Get them!

[children growling]

[grunting]

[grunting]

thud thud

Uh!

Ah!

[screaming]

[screaming]

[all screaming]

Oh!

Oh!

[screaming]

[screaming]

[whimpering]

snap

Whoa!

Ah!

[grunting]

[children growling]

[children growling]

Daphne, Velma, over here.

Get behind me.

[children growling]

I never thought

it would end this way.

Goodbye, Scooby-Doo.

Goodbye, Shaggy.

You were a dog's

best friend.

[children growling]

Delivery for Mrs..

[babbling]

- (man on TV) - 'No, no, no.'

[children laughing]

(man on TV)

you ignorant freak.'

'Open your grotesque ears,

'Now, I'm going to say it

once again very, very slowly.'

It's Gabodaglophordia!

[babbling]

[children laughing]

- (Que Horrifico) - 'What are you doing?'

Attack them!

In a minute.

We want to watch this.

Fools!

You're ruining everything.

- (Fred) - 'Get him, gang!'

Uh!

Ugh!

[siren blaring]

[growling]

What in the name of

whole wheat toast is going on?

We got him, dad.

- (Velma) - 'You mean her.'

(in unison)

Mary-Ann Geerdon!

Your tutor? But why?

I was trying to scare all

the adults out of Crystal Cove

so I could run the city my way.

[clears throat]

I told you,

I have brilliant ideas.

With all the adults gone

there'd be no one

to stand in my way.

(Mary-Ann)

of Que Horrifico

I learned about the legend

in Dr. Portillo's

honors class.

It was the perfect solution.

I used the high school's

theater department

for my costume.

I went to every kindergarten

and elementary school

- in the city - to convince the children

to pretend to be spookified.

In return,

I offered them Utopia!

When that didn't work,

I offered them candy.

Whenever the children

heard me playing the pan flute

that was their signal to put on

their fake hair and fangs

and commence spookification.

I almost had the whole town

cleared of adults.

I would have, too, if it weren't

for you hometto boys cabuela.

(in unison)

Huh?

Loosely translated it means

meddlesome kids in Latin.

I'm going home.

I miss my mom and dad.

- Bye. - See ya.

- By the way, - this was lame.

Wait, you're taking me to jail?

But I'm just a kid.

You know how many

boxes we're stuck with

of Que Horrifico t-shirts,

Que Horrifico pamphlets

Que Horrifico dance CDs,

Que Horrifico...

- Okay, okay, - I see your point.

Congratulations, babies.

Another mystery solved.

Ooh.

[pan flute music]

[growling]

- Ah!

- Got you, Scoob.

I'm not scared of you.

I'm scared of him.

[pan flute music]

Que Horrifico!

He's back!

No, it's just me.

I have come to thank you

with a pan flute concert.

[instrumental music]

Velma, I want you

to take these back.

But..

It's time you knew.

Shaggy likes baggy.

He he he.

[theme music]