Original subtitles

(female narrator)

"Mystery Incorporated.."

Previously on

Are you saying that Judy Reeves

is Fred's mother?

Brad Chiles is your real father.

Could you tell me if Brad Chiles

or Judy Reeves lives here?

We need a new Daphne,

and I have just the girl.

We're a pretty great team,

don't you guys think?

See, Marcy,

I knew it would work out.

Small-town that, Baylor Hotner.

You know, Daphne,

you could come back to me

to-to the gang, I mean.

I'd like that very much.

(Scooby-Doo)

'Hooray! Daphne's back.'

[snoring]

Wait. No.

H-how did you find me?

No! No! He's after me!

I gotta get out of here!

I gotta get out of here! Aah!

- Horbert, if you're going - to the bathroom

please put the seat down

when you're finished.

vroom

I have to find a way out!

vroom

After all these years,

I can't let him get me!

vroom

What? Huh?

No! No! No! Aah!

screech

boom

[gasps]

No. No, not you!

I... I thought you were gone!

[laughing]

[theme music]

- (Scooby) - Scooby-dooby-doo!

- (Shaggy) - 'Like, keep your eyes closed.

Uh, a bit longer.

Okay, open 'em.'

- (together) - Surprise!

- Pancake Bolognese?

- Whoa!

gulp

Ah, nice back rub?

Uh, what's this all about?

V? What's going on?

Well, um, Marcy..

...remember how I brought you

in to take Daphne's place?

Now that's Daphne's back,

I, we..

Marcy, I'm sorry.

I fought for you to stay

but, well,

it's always been the five of us.

Forget it.

- Velma, I knew - things were temporary.

- I thought maybe you and me...

- You and I.

Yeah, right, whatever.

It's just, I-I never really

had a friend before

and I was hoping

you would put our friendship

before Mystery Incorporated

but I guess not.

See you around.

[cell phone dialing]

E? Yeah, it's me.

No, it happened

just like you said.

Moment Daphne came back,

I was out.

Don't worry, I got it handled.

I got Velma

right where I want her

and she doesn't suspect a thing.

Aah!

We never had to kick someone

out of the gang before.

I feel too bad to even eat.

gulp

- (together) - Us, too!

Hey, guys. You know what

always makes me feel better?

[sighs]

- (all) - Traps?

No, traps!

- All we need now - is a reason to set 'em.

Hey, gang, look at this.

'Last night Horbert Feist,

prominent banker'

'drove his car at high speed'

'into the Crystal Cove Bank!'

Why would he do that?

I don't know and I don't care

- but a mystery - is just the thing we need now

to wipe away

our soul-crushing guilt.

- I'm in! Velma?

- Sure.

I could use a little

soul cleansing right about now.

Horbert Feist, I must advise you

not to say anything

until your lawyer arrives.

- And don't say - anything then, either!

- Hi, Sheriff Stone.

- What are you kids doing here?

- We've come to ask - what you know about Mr. Feist.

What? Look, who said I knew him?

I've never seen him before

in my life!

All I know is he's a thief

and he belongs behind bars.

A thief? Papers didn't say

anything about that.

- What'd he steal?

- Nothing I could find.

But you don't need to steal

something to be a thief.

(Horbert)

you've known me for years!'

'Come on, Bronson,

We grew up together. You know

I'd never steal anything!

- ♪ La la la la la - la la la la la ♪

♪ Can't hear you

la la la la la ♪♪

Mr. Feist, can you tell us

what happened last night?

Everything was normal.

I was asleep and then

I had this terrible dream.

[dramatic music]

[panting]

[gasps]

I've come for you, Horbert.

[screams]

[panting]

Breath of frost.

[groans]

Level 99.

And the next thing I knew

I was driving my car

into the bank!

- Well, that's the weirdest dream - I've ever heard

and I've had

some pretty weird dreams.

I loved that car..

more than my own children!

[sobbing]

And now it's gone. Gone!

[bawling]

Feist's alibi is pretty weak,

and that dream..

What does level 99 mean?

How would I know? Hm..

- Fred, I think - you've had a break-in!

- They wrecked the place!

- What?

Whew. At least

they didn't touch anything.

Ooh. Hm..

chomp

Daph, I-I've got

something to say.

I just want to be friends.

Mm-hmm? Hm..

Ah!

chomp

[panting]

[screaming]

No one can escape, Francilee.

'Ropes of binding!'

No! It can't be!

You can't be back! Uh..

Please. Please.

This can't be happenin'!

Twenty-sided dice.

[laughing]

[screaming]

[instrumental music]

Now, no meal is complete

without corn bread stuffin'.

- And the best corn bread stuffin' - in the world

is Francilee's

Cornbread Stuffin'!

'Made from my little ol'

super-secret family recipe'

handed down

through generations..

and the super secret about

Francilee's Cornbread Stuffin'

is there ain't even

no corn in it!

[audience gasping]

Oh, my goodness,

why did I say that?

[snoring]

Lying about there being corn

in your corn bread stuffin'

- that's what we - in the sheriffin' world

call fraud, I think.

Oh, Bronson, how can you do this

to little ol' me?

We've known each other

since we was children!

What? I've never seen your face

before in my life!

- But it's on the box - in your hand.

What box? What hand?

I-I've to go now to destroy

this very tasty evidence.

Uh, we'll help.

- Mrs. Jackson, - tell us what happened.

It's a mystery.

Took me a nap this afternoon

and I had this frightful dream!

When I woke up, I was on the TV

and everyone knew my recipe!

I loved

that secret stuffin' recipe

more than my own children

and now it's ruined!

[bawling]

Did your dream by any chance

involve a labyrinth

spells, a purple orb

and a mysterious inhuman mage?

Yes, exactly!

- Did the pointy-eared freakwad - say anything?

Yes, he said,

"Twenty-sided dice."

- Huh! - Huh.

First Horbert, now me?

- I don't know - who all's doing this

but I know who all will be next.

Melvin Keisterbaum.

Melvin Keisterbaum?

[instrumental music]

Mr. Keisterbaum lives in the big

house next-door to my parents.

We have to warn him!

We're here.

[doorbell ringing]

knock knock

Mr. Keisterbaum? Hello?

I guess he's not home.

boom

thud

- Huh?

- Daph? Uh..

- Thanks, Fred.

- No probs, Daph.

It's what anyone

who's just a friend would do

for anyone else

who's just a friend.

Hm. What's this?

A broken light bulb?

Never seen one like this before.

My mansion!

My beautiful mansion!

I loved that mansion

more than my own children..

if I had any.

Mr. Keisterbaum, what happened?

Who knows?

- One moment - I'm asleep on the couch

- the next, - I'm standing in the garden

with an empty canister

of napalm.

- Did you have any dreams?

- Yes!

I was in a labyrinth

and there were spells

a strange glowing orb

and a terrible monster!

He was saying one word

over and over

"Dreamweaver, dreamweaver!"

Level 99, twenty-sided dice

dreamweaver.

What's the connection?

- Like, what are you - asking me for?

Do I look like the kind of nerd

that plays crypts and creatures?

Crypts and creatures?

- Isn't that the nerdy, - fantasy role-playing game

that nerdy nerds play?

Like, it, um, I..

Okay, fine! Like, yeah.

I was a closet C and C player.

- I used to roll the dice - every night.

- (Shaggy) - Come on, saving throw.

Shag dog needs a new pair

of +5 forks of feasting.

knock knock

- (Paula) - 'Norville?'

'What are you doing in there?'

'Norville?'

Mom! Like, no, mom!

No! Don't come in!

'Please don't come in!'

Then one day I thought

- my science teacher - was a bugbear

and I smote him

with a magic missile.

I smite thee with magic missile!

- 'Like, magic missile, - magic missile!'

- Think magic missile, - magic missile!

Roll crit. Yes. Double damage!

[laughing]

And that's when I knew

I had to quit.

[laughing]

It's alright to be a nerd,

Shag dog.

[siren wailing]

screech

Bronson, he's after us

and you're next!

- Ah-ah, I don't know - what you're talking about.

I-I don't even know you.

- Who are you, - strange, little mustache man?

It's the Dreamweaver!

What? No. No, it's not possible.

The Dreamweaver?

The Dreamweaver?

Oh, gosh.

Kids, kids, you gotta help me.

If the Dreamweaver is back,

I can never sleep again!

[dramatic music]

[thunder rumbling]

[gibberish]

[grunting]

[groaning]

[grunting]

[groaning]

[grunting]

[wind howling]

[groaning]

- (Bronson) - Okay, you've defeated

the goblin warriors

and now stand in the lair

of the diabolical Dreamweaver.

What do you do?

I use night vision

to check for traps.

- I'll drink - a large potion of health.

I cast detect magic, on my butt!

[laughing]

If you guys

don't take this seriously

I'm gonna take my soda

and my dice and go home!

- (together) - Sorry, Bronson.

The Dreamweaver,

lord of the sleep realm

with his mystical orb of power

stands before you..

ready to cast you

into the abyss.

And now the Dreamweaver's

come out of the game

to finish what he started!

And I'm next.

[bawling]

- Whoa. - Whoa.

- But why would he - go after you guys?

Aren't you paying attention?

It's because

we stopped playing C and C

we turned our backs

on imagination

because we grew up!

[sobbing]

Like, let us

never grow up, Scoob.

- [stammering] - Never.

We'll go investigate

what this light bulb thing is.

Shaggy, Scooby, stay here

and make sure the sheriff

doesn't fall asleep.

- (together) - Got it.

[cell phone ringing]

Mr. E?

- (Mr. E on phone) - 'I thought you were'

'the smart one, Velma'

'but you're making mistakes.'

I'm smart enough

to trust my friends.

Mystery Incorporated

is a team.

- That's why I gave Fred - the piece of Planispheric Disc.

A team without Hot Dog Water?

That was wrong move number two.

Maybe I misjudged you, Velma.

'Maybe you don't want

to save your friends.'

'Maybe you don't want

to save Crystal Cove.'

'Maybe you..'

- Who was that?

- Wrong number.

[engine revving]

- Soda pop. - Check.

- Sugary snacks.

- Check.

Scary movie.

Check.

Insomnia, here we come.

[snoring]

[all gasping]

- Huh? - Huh?

- Where are we?

- The lair of the Dreamweaver.

It's exactly

the way I designed it.

Next time,

design something less scary.

And put in a snack bar.

I remember the layout perfectly.

Huh..

[groaning]

[panting]

There's the exit.

[all screaming]

Welcome back, Bronson.

Time to cast you into the abyss.

[all groaning]

[laughing]

Like, run!

[screaming]

[laughing]

- Huh! - Huh?

- Polymorph!

- Aah!

Huh? Huh?

[bones rattling]

[groaning]

[gasps]

Flesh of stone!

[groans]

Aa-aah!

Crashing tide!

Uh-oh!

[all groaning]

[panting]

Way to go on keeping

Sheriff Stone awake, guys.

We just met the Dreamweaver.

He is one scary dude.

Sheriff, do you have your

Dreamweaver drawing with you?

It's right here with

my character sheets and dice.

A C and C player

is always ready to play.

Hm?

Wait a minute.

- Hey, Scooby-Doo, - which hand did the Dreamweaver

juggle his orb with?

Uh, his right.

- No, l-l-left.

- Sorry, sheriff.

It seems you're not quite

the cryptmaster you thought.

The Dreamweaver holds his orb

in his off hand, not his main.

Uh, in non-nerd speak?

It means, this Dreamweaver is

a righty, but ours is a lefty.

Sheriff, it's time to face

your fears one more time.

[panting]

Don't look back.

Keep-keep running.

[panting]

[gasps]

[panting]

[laughing]

Rain of fire!

[groans]

[gasps]

[laughing]

I've waited for this

for a long, long time.

Game over, Bronson.

Time for some magic of my own.

Confess, Dreamweaver.

[gasps]

- Like, confess.

- What?

- Confess!

- Aah!

- Confess!

- Ah-ah-ah.

Confess!

[groaning]

clink clink

boom

I confess!

I did it! I did it!

I'm the Dreamweaver!

Busted.

How, how did you know?

In all the dreams,

the Dreamweaver held his orb

in his left hand..

...but when we looked

at everybody else, guess what?

They're all righties.

You're the only lefty

in the bunch.

This type of light bulb

is used to stimulate REM sleep.

You used them to create this

a dream machine

- 'which allowed you - to project yourself'

'into another person's dreams'

'and manipulate them.'

It cost you millions of dollars

which you loaned yourself

from your own back

- then you drove your car - into your bank

- blowing it up - to cover your tracks.

Like, the only thing

we don't know is why!

It was all your fault!

- (all) - Huh?

(Bronson)

the Dreamweaver raises his orb

Horbert,

ready to cast

his smiting spell.

Make a saving throw.

Whoo-hoo!

[all gasping]

The Dreamweaver laughs

as he casts your broken,

lifeless, elven body..

into the eternal abyss.

No-o-o!

I loved that elf.

- I loved him - more than my own children

and you took him away from me.

You were all part of it!

So I vowed to take away

the things you all loved.

- And I would have - gotten away with it, too

'if it weren't for you'

you role-playing nerds!

Hm. Horbert.

What are these people

doing in our bedroom?

Go back to sleep, dear.

Like, man,

I really feel Mr. Feist's pain.

Losing your C and C character

is intense.

It's okay, Shag dog,

it's okay.

(Velma)

wide open.'

'Fred, you left the door

Fred, when did you hire a maid?

- I, I didn't.

- Then, like, who cleaned?

- We did.

- We did.

Fred, is that..

Brad Chiles and Judy Reeves?

Mom? Dad?

- That's right, Fred.

- We're your parents.

And we're back.

[theme music]