- [CHEERING]
- FRED MISSED ANOTHER MATCH.
WHAT'D HE GET, TRAPPED?
- WHATEVS.
THIS TIME HE MISSED A GAME
WE'RE GONNA WIN.
- UNH!
- HEY, HE CAN'T DO THAT.
RED CARD!
- [BLOWING WHISTLE]
- NO WAY!
THAT WAS A CLEAN STEAL.
- THIS IS BOGUS.
- [GASPS]
- OH, YOU ARE DONE,
AS IN COOKED.
- YEAH, I GET IT.
WELL, WHAT IF I JUST...
MMM. TOLD YOU
I LOVED YOU SO MUCH.
- OK, SO MAYBE
WHAT I'M SAYING IS...
HUH?
WHO CARES? IT'S JUST A GAME.
- YOU ARE SO AMAZING.
I LOVE EVERYTHING!
- ARE TEARS OF JOY
INAPPROPRIATE?
- NOT AT ALL.
TEARS ARE JUST THE BEGINNING.
CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY
WARNER BROS ANIMATION
[MUSIC PLAYING]
- SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO!
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[BELL RINGING]
- SO, DID ANYONE HEAR
ABOUT THE WEIRD LOVE FEST
AT THE GAME LAST NIGHT?
- [GROWLING]
- HUH?
- [STOMACH GROWLS]
- YOU OK, SHAGGY?
- LIKE, NO. I WAS SO WORRIED
ABOUT THE TEST TODAY
THAT I FORGOT TO EAT BREAKFAST.
[GROWLING]
DUDE, YOU WOULDN'T
PERCHANCE HAVE SOME
SCOOBY SNACKS, WOULD YOU?
- UH...SURE.
- AHH!
OH, BOY.
- HEY, GANG, LOOK AT THIS.
- OK, WEIRD.
THE DORKY HEAD
OF THE CHESS CLUB
IS HOLDING HANDS
WITH A CHEERLEADER.
AND THE CLASS PRESIDENT
IS DANCING
WITH THAT SMELLY GIRL--
HOT DOG WATER.
- HOT DOGS? L-L-LET ME SEE!
- EASY, SHAGGY.
I DON'T THINK HOT DOG WATER
ACTUALLY HAS HOT DOGS.
SHE JUST SMELLS LIKE
HOT DOG WATER
BECAUSE WHEN SOMEONE
DOESN'T WASH AFTER GYM,
AND THEY WEAR GINGHAM OR WOOL
LIKE HOT DOG WATER DOES,
THERE'S A CHEMICAL REACTION
FROM THE BACTERIA
THAT CAN SMELL LIKE...
WELL, LIKE HOT DOGS.
- I'M NOT WHOO-HOOING
BECAUSE OF HOT DOG WATER.
I'M WHOO-HOOING BECAUSE
THERE'S A SUBSTITUTE TEACHER,
WHICH MEANS...
- NO TEST FOR SHAGGY!
- LIKE, HEY THERE, SUBSTI-TEACH.
SORRY, I'M LATE, BUT--YEOW!
[GROANS]
[WHIMPERS]
- SHAGGY, WHAT'S WRONG
WITH YOU?
CLASS HAS STARTED.
GO. VAMOOSE!
- [EXHALES]
- ARE WE HAVING
A LOW-BLOOD-SUGAR MOMENT?
- LIKE, WHO NEEDS BLOOD SUGAR
WHEN I'VE GOT YOU?
- HUH?
[SNIFFING]
THAT'S THE MOST ROMANTIC
THING I'VE EVER HEARD.
- [BOTH SIGHING AND GIGGLING]
- HUH?
[ALL SIGHING]
- HUH?
[ALL SIGHING]
- TAKE A LOOK, DAPH.
I'M WORKING ON THIS ONE
RIGHT NOW.
IT'S A NET DROP WITH
A CINCH-ACTION HEM.
- OOF!
- OHH.
- UNH.
[BOTH SIGHING AND GIGGLING]
- [HUMMING]
HUH?
[GIGGLING]
YIKE!
SH-SH-SH-SHAGGY!
- QUIET NOW, SWEET PUP.
ALL YOU NEED IS THE LOVE.
[EXHALES]
- SORRY, UGLY LADY.
NOT FEELING IT.
- IT'S NOT WORKING!
GET HIM!
- HUH?
- [ALL CHANTING "BAD DOG"]
- PRETTY BAD. AAH!
SHAGGY, HELP!
HUH?
- BRING HIM TO THE LOVE,
MY PUPPETS.
- [ALL CHANTING "LOVE"]
- AAH!
HUH?
- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
IT'S THE MOST MYSTIFYING,
SPOOKILATING THING
EVER TO HAPPEN TO CRYSTAL COVE.
AND LOOK, IT'S EVERYWHERE!
THE LOVE! HA HA!
- AH. AAH!
- RUN DOWN THAT MANGY MONGREL.
RUN HIM DOWN WITH THE LOVE, NOW!
- YES, MISS APHRODITE.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
- YIKES!
- YOU MUST BE...
- [GASPS]
- SCOOBY DOO.
- PROFESSOR PERICLES?
- A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU,
MY CLOVER-TOED COMRADE.
SORRY IT HAD TO BE UNDER
SUCH DIRE CIRCUMSTANCES.
FORTUNATELY FOR CRYSTAL COVE,
I'M HERE TO HELP.
- YOU ARE?
- OH, I KNOW
WHAT YOU ARE THINKING.
WHY WOULD I EVER
DEIGN TO HELP THOSE
WHO LOCKED ME UP
LIKE A COMMON BEAST
DESPITE THE POWER
OF MY DIABOLICAL MIND?
- UH, NOT EXACTLY
WHAT I WAS THINKING, BUT--
- AS MUCH AS I ENJOY SEEING
MY CAPTORS TORMENTED,
I WILL NOT LET MY HOME
BE DESTROYED
BY SOME TARTED-UP HIPPIE.
THAT ONLY QUESTION
THAT REMAINS IS,
WILL YOU HELP ME?
- HMM.
- DECIMAL POINT HERE,
REMAINDER THERE.
A THING OF BEAUTY.
- LIKE, I DON'T KNOW
WHAT THAT MEANS,
BUT I LOVE IT
WHEN YOU SAY IT.
- WHAT IS THIS?
- LIKE, IT'S A CLAMONTE CRISTO--
DEEP FRIED CLAMS
AND CHEESE FRENCH TOAST
COATED WITH POWDERED SUGAR
AND JUST A LITTLE BIT
OF BACON GREASE.
- JINKIES!
I THINK I JUST FELT
AN ARTERY HARDEN.
- THAT'S OK, YOU HAVE MORE.
- OOH.
- AHH.
- AAH! OOF!
- I GOTTA WORK ON THAT TRAP.
- [BOTH GIGGLING]
- [SIGHS]
- LATER.
- OH, FREDDIE, YOU CHOSE ME
OVER A TRAP.
I'M GOING TO CRY.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
- ARE YOU READY,
INNOCENT CANINE COMRADE?
- MM-HMM.
- THEN LET'S SAVE
OURSELVES A TOWN.
THE ANTIDOTE TO STOP APHRODITE
HAS SEVERAL DISTINCT COMPONENTS.
PEWTER...
FOUND IN GROUT USED ONLY
IN STAINED GLASS WINDOWS
OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY.
ECTOPLASM...
OR AS IT'S MORE COMMONLY KNOWN,
GHOST MUCUS.
AND FINALLY, ROSE QUARTZ...
MINED IN THE CAVES
BENEATH CRYSTAL COVE.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
- THE ANTIDOTE IS COMPLETE.
[LIQUID TRICKLING]
- NOW LOAD THE FINAL CYLINDER.
WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME.
LET'S PACK THESE UP QUICKLY.
[DOOR OPENS]
- AAH!
- FOOLS! YOU THINK
YOU CAN STOP ME?
I WILL HAVE MY CROWN.
- CROWN?
- GET THEM. SEIZE THE ANTIDOTE.
- [GROANING]
- [CRINGES AND GASPS]
- UNH! AAH!
AAH!
QUICK, MY FURRY FRIEND.
SAVE THE LAST ONE.
- [GROANING]
- AAH!
- NOW, SCOOBY DOO. RUN!
- [GROANING]
- YOU'RE ALREADY TOO LATE.
- DAD! ISN'T IT WONDERFUL?
- OH, IT IS, FRED.
AND I WANT YOU TO KNOW
THAT I LOVE IT
WHEN YOU BUILD
THOSE RIDICULOUS TRAPS.
HA HA!
- [ALL SIGHING]
- HUH?
- HMM?
AWKWARD.
HOO HOO! UH, YEAH, RIGHT.
UH, GONNA PROBABLY
NEED THAT HAND.
- PROFESSOR PERICLES?
- HELLO, CHILDREN.
- SILVER PLATED SEESAWS, FRED!
YOU'RE NOT IN THE LOVE ANYMORE?
HMPH. NOW I'M GOING TO HAVE TO
LET OUT AN UNEARTHLY YOWL
AND DESTROY YOU.
- [YOWLING]
[ALL CHANTING "NOT IN THE LOVE"]
- YIKES! NO MORE ANTIDOTE!
- NOT IN THE LOVE.
- THEY SHALL BE OFFERED UP
AS A SACRIFICE TO
THE GODDESS OF LOVE,
WHICH IS TO SAY...ME!
- NOT IN THE LOVE.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
- WHAT Y'ALL WAITING FOR,
AN E-VITE?
MOVE IT OR LOSE IT, PEEPS.
- NOT IN THE LOVE.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
- NO. NO!
GET THEM, YOU FOOLS!
- ANGEL, YOU'RE NOT INFECTED?
- THAT'S RIGHT, BABY.
I WAS BORN WITH
NO SENSE OF SMELL.
- HAVE WE BEEN INTRODUCED?
- PROFESSOR PERICLES?
- SO NICE TO MEET YOU, ANGEL.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
- WE GOTTA FIND OUT WHO SHE IS
AND WHAT SHE WANTS.
- LIKE, MAYBE SHE'S A GORGON
WHO ROSE FROM THE DEAD,
AND SHE'S GONNA TURN US ALL
INTO AN ARMY OF VAMPIRE ROBOTS!
- WAIT A SEC, THAT'S THE PLOT
FROM VINCENT VAN GHOUL'S
"GORGON PARADE."
- AND IT WAS BASED
ON A TRUE STORY.
- FAR BE IT FROM ME,
A TINY THUMBLESS AVIAN,
TO HAZARD A GUESS,
BUT DID ANYONE ELSE NOTICE
HER CHOICE OF CLOTHING,
SPECIFICALLY THE STYLE?
- WAIT A SEC.
SHE WAS WEARING A PROM DRESS.
- THEN THAT'S WHERE WE'LL START.
SPREAD OUT, GANG. WE'RE LOOKING
FOR ANY INFORMATION
ON THE KIND OF PROM DRESS
APHRODITE WAS WEARING.
WE FIND THE DRESS, MAYBE WE
CAN TRACK IT BACK TO HER.
[SIGHS] NOTHING.
- LIKE, NOTHING HERE, EITHER.
- HEY, GANG! I GOT SOMETHING!
THIS GIRL WENT TO SCHOOL HERE,
AND SHE'S WEARING
THE SAME DRESS.
HER NAME WAS AMANDA SMYTHE,
AND SHE WAS SOME SORT
OF CHEMISTRY WIZ.
- IT ALSO SAYS SHE WAS NAMED
PROM QUEEN.
- THE CROWN.
- LIKE, WHAT CROWN?
- MISS REPUGNANT BOHEMIAN
SAID SOMETHING ABOUT
HAVING HER CROWN.
- IT SAYS HERE THE NIGHT
SHE CAME TO BE CROWNED
TURNED OUT TO BE A TRICK
BY SOME OF HER CLASSMATES.
SHE WAS LAUGHED OUT OF
THE SCHOOL AND NEVER SEEN AGAIN.
- ALL RIGHT, I THINK WE ALL
KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS.
TIME TO SET A TRAP? TRAP TIME?
BOY, YOU GUYS.
YOU THINK YOU'D KNOW BY NOW.
- LOOK, ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED...
- YEAH, UH, ABOUT THAT...
- WE DON'T HAVE TO--
- NO. NO WAY.
- IN FACT, I'D PREFER--
- ABSOLUTELY.
MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY.
- SO, FRED,
WE HAVEN'T HAD A CHANCE
TO TALK ABOUT
WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN US.
HOW MUCH DO YOU REMEMBER?
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN? ALL OF IT.
- REALLY? AND HOW DOES
THAT MAKE YOU FEEL?
- NO DIFFERENT.
- HUH?
- I DON'T NEED APHRODITE'S
SPELL TO CARE ABOUT YOU.
- OH, FREDDIE! [SIGHS]
- THERE'S ENOUGH ANTIDOTE
FOR THE WHOLE TOWN.
- WE'VE GOT A GREAT LOOK
FOR EVERYONE.
- DOES MINE INVOLVE WEARING
A SKIRT AND LIPSTICK?
- NO.
- AWESOME.
- BUT SCOOBY'S DOES.
- NOT FAIR.
- [ALL GROANING]
[APPLAUSE]
- LOOKING GREAT, GALS.
IN A MOMENT I WILL SIGNAL YOU,
AND YOU WILL PLACE THIS CROWN
ON OUR NEW QUEEN
OF CRYSTAL COVE.
- [ALL GROANING]
- [ALL SIGHING]
- OK, LET'S SEE.
CHOICE BRIDGE CLAMP--CHECK.
ARTICULATING GIBBLE ARM--CHECK.
- ALL THIS FOR ME?
YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE.
- BEFORE WE BEGIN
THE OFFICIAL CEREMONIES,
I WANTED TO REMIND EVERYONE
THAT YOU'LL FIND ONE-OF-A-KIND
"STAY IN THE LOVE"
T-SHIRTS, PINS, AND CAPS
FOR SALE IN THE LOBBY.
- ENOUGH! MY CROWN.
AFTER LONG LAST,
I WILL HAVE WHAT I DESERVE.
- NOW!
- [GASPING AND GROANING]
- HUH?
- HMPH.
- HUH?
- HMPH.
- YOU IDIOTS! STOP THEM!
MY CROWN! NO!
AAH!
UNH!
I AM THE GODDESS OF LOVE!
BOW AT THE FEET OF APHRODITE!
- I THINK YOU MEAN AMANDA.
AMANDA SMYTHE?
- OH, YOU THINK YOU'RE SO SMART.
DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS
TO BE HUMILIATED?
ME, THE SMARTEST
AND MOST GIFTED STUDENT
IN THE HISTORY OF CRYSTAL COVE,
LAUGHED AT BY EVERYONE
IN THIS SCHOOL.
- WELL, ACTUALLY...
- YOU KNOW NOTHING!
THEY HAD PROMISED ME
I WOULD BE PROM QUEEN,
BUT INSTEAD THEY PULLED
A HIDEOUS MASK OVER MY FACE.
THE FACE OF A MONSTER.
- THEY RIDICULED ME.
- [ALL LAUGHING]
- I LEFT CRYSTAL COVE
THAT NIGHT,
BUT I PROMISED THAT SOMEDAY
I WOULD RETURN.
I HAD ALWAYS BEEN GOOD
AT CHEMISTRY,
SO WHEN I STUMBLED
ON THE FORMULA FOR
AN ARTIFICIAL PHEROMONE
THAT COULD MAKE PEOPLE
LOSE THEIR MINDS WITH LOVE,
I KNEW I WOULD HAVE MY REVENGE.
[THUNDER]
- WHY? YOU'RE PRETTY NOW.
- THE SCARS RUN DEEP.
I WOULD RECLAIM THE CROWN
THAT WAS RIGHTLY MINE.
THEN I WOULD DESTROY THIS TOWN
THE WAY IT DESTROYED ME.
MY PLAN WAS GENIUS!
AND I WOULD HAVE SUCCEEDED, TOO,
IT WASN'T FOR YOUR
OLFACTORY-CHALLENGED SIDEKICKS.
- I AM NO ONE'S SIDEKICK.
- YOU SAID IT.
- WELL, SCOOBY DOO,
LIKE, YOU SAVED THE DAY.
- AND PERICLES, TOO.
- I GUESS EVEN
A DIABOLICAL CRIMINAL BIRD
CAN CHANGE HIS
EVIL AND MALEVOLENT WAYS.
- HIGHLY DOUBTFUL.
- WHO--WHO ARE YOU?
- I AM AN ASSOCIATE OF MR. E.
PERICLES LEFT HIM A MESSAGE
THAT YOU SHOULD HEAR.
- IT WAS I WHO GAVE APHRODITE
THE SECRET FORMULA.
ONCE THAT WAS ACCOMPLISHED,
I COULD GO AFTER THE REAL
INGREDIENTS I NEEDED TO FIND.
FIRST, AN ANCIENT CONQUISTADOR'S
SHIP MANIFEST.
NEXT, A STONE PIERCING
INDUSTRIAL-GRADE
DIAMOND DRILL BIT.
AND FINALLY,
THE GEOLOGICAL REPORTS
FROM THE DARROW MINING COMPANY.
YOUR MOVE, MR. E.
- OK, CAN I GET A TEENY LITTLE
TIME-OUT HERE?
WHAT DOES ANY OF THAT STUFF
HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?
- THE CURSE OF
THE HAUNTED TREASURE,
AN ANCIENT FORTUNE LEFT BEHIND
BY THE CONQUISTADORS
THAT FIRST SETTLED THIS AREA.
LEGEND HAS IT THAT IT IS BURIED
SOMEWHERE DEEP BENEATH US,
AND IT NOW APPEARS
THAT PERICLES
IS ON THE VERGE
OF DISCOVERING IT.
- [ALL GASP]
- AND IF HE DOES,
IT COULD WELL MEAN
THE END OF CRYSTAL COVE.
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