(Scooby-Doo)
Previously on
"Mystery Incorporated.."
Like, since when don't you wanna
be late for school?
Since I found out who
our new Biology teacher is.
Dr. Rick Spartan.
I'm your biggest fan.
Mrs. Jackson,
tell us what happened.
Took me a nap this afternoon,
when I woke up I was on the TV
and everyone knew my recipe.
(Velma)
'Jinkies, look at this, gang.
Senor P. Llave.'
(Shaggy)
Like, what kind
of name is that?
(Velma)
Primero means first in Spanish,
and llave is key.
Like, what does an old gun
got to do with a key?
Skipper Shelton
that helmet you've got on,
where did you get it?
- This is the second key.
- But what does it all mean?
Nibiru is coming!
[gulps]
(Francilee)
'Well, howdy, y'all.'
It is such a pleasure cooking in
front of a live studio audience
here in beautiful Crystal Cove.
Today, we'll be cooking up
a batch of goodness
I call Francilee Jackson's
double-dip bacon
and butter-breaded croissant
snack. Mmm-mmm.
Now, a lot of you folks
at home been asking
if I worry about my recipes
aren't the healthiest.
All I got to say is,
I ain't no doctor, y'all.
While that's simmerin',
we'll start prepping my dessert.
I call it Francilee Jackson's
bacon bread pie. Oh! Oh! Oh!
Now, don't worry, y'all.
If this happens at home, just
throw in another bacon butter.
[gasps]
No. No! Get back!
thud
Aah!
[growls]
Danger, Cachinga.
Ready your spear.
This is a job for Rick Spartan,
academic of adventure.
Oh, joy.
A road trip.
[theme music]
(Scooby-Doo)
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
[instrumental music]
[automated message]
'Access denied.'
Eagle and gaensebluemchen.
Ricky! Ricky,
what have you done?
I've been locked out
of the system.
I know. I did it on purpose.
You're out of control,
Professor Pericles
and I'm putting a stop to it.
I'm in charge.
I build Destroido
from the ground up
while you were cooling
your beak in prison.
'It's time that I..'
[grunts]
You are in charge
of nothing, Ricky Owens.
You have never been anything
other than an idiotic
human mascot, a shoulder
for me to perch upon.
(Shaggy)
'Come on, Scooby, old buddy.'
I'm worried about you.
He only had three breakfasts
and two lunches.
- You gotta eat, pal.
- I don't feel good, Raggy.
I'm scared. Nova sat up.
'She sat up in her
hospital bed and spoke.'
She said,
"Nibiru, Nibiru is coming."
It's too much!
It is definitely something.
(Fred)
'Nova doesn't speak, ever.'
And the more I research this
Nibiru, the less I think I know.
I borrowed this book from my
mother, hoping it would help.
"Supernatural Curses
And The Extra dimensional
Forces Behind Them."
You think maybe
Nova's cursed?
This whole town is cursed.
We got used to crazy criminals
pretending to be monsters
all the time,
but things are different.
This, I can't explain.
It must have something
to do with the treasure
buried under Crystal Cove.
The one the Planispheric Disk
should lead us to
but instead it keeps leading
us to strange old objects
like the flintlock and the
conquistador's helmet.
The first and second key,
to what and why, I don't know.
Gang, for the first time in our
history as mystery solvers
we have to consider that
something truly supernatural
is happening here.
[whimpering]
Like, you know what I say?
When things get scary,
the scared get pizza.
And when things get extra scary,
we get extra-deep dish.
- Right, Scooby-Doo?
- Scooby-Dooby delicious!
You know, Fred,
with everything that's happening
it makes you realize
how precious life is.
It kind of makes you
not want to waste time
and just tell certain people
how you really feel. Doesn't it?
I think I'm ready now. I'd be
open to hearing how you feel.
You mean, like, emotions
or something crazy like that?
Uh...well, right now
I guess I feel kind of..
- Yes?
- Hungry! I-I feel hungry!
Hunger is not an emotion,
Fred Jones!
Here you go. Two of our nine
layer double deep dish pizzas
with everything twice.
Right here, please.
chomp
crash
[all screaming]
[instrumental music]
No way!
It's Dr. Rick Spartan.
He's an academic of adventure.
Cachinga, we've got
to get rid of the food!
We've got to get rid
of all of the food!
thud
- Huh?
- What is he doing?
Why is he throwing all the food
out the window?
Who cares? Whatever
Dr. Spartan is doing
he probably has a great
reason for doing it.
I'm gonna get in on this.
Hi, Cachinga!
Charmed, Frederick Jones.
Charmed.
Hey, Dr. Spartan,
let me help.
Fred Jones,
you're a brick.
[grunts]
What is with that guy?
Doesn't he know there
are hungry mouths
in the world that need feeding?
Yeah! Yours and mine.
Sir, if I may be so bold,
the demon isn't here.
No time for talky-talky.
Big-time creepy creep
on the way.
- Huh?
[growling]
[roaring]
[instrumental music]
thud thud
Curses! Too late.
We have to stop it.
- Ooh! Uh!
- Jinkies!
[growling]
chomp
[roaring]
Yikes!
chomp
[roaring]
- All the food is gone.
- It ate, like, everything.
- What was that thing?
- That was the gluten demon.
And if we don't stop it, it'll
devour the entire food supply
and starve us all,
until there's nothing
and no one left
alive in Crystal Cove.
screech
The gluten demon
is a terrible beast
that consumes vast
amounts of gluten.
Starchy foods, breads, pastas,
that sort of thing.
Cachinga and I have had a
gluten-free diet for years.
It's what makes my muscles so
chiseled, like a Greek God.
Yeah, and I don't
touch the stuff either.
- Like, sure you do, Fred.
- You eat everything we eat.
I mean, as of right now
I don't touch the stuff either.
Dr. Spartan, is there anything
you can tell about this demon?
Cachinga, make book plenty open.
Hold-hold. Kay-kay.
Oh, the scrapbook.
How thrilling.
At various times in history,
the beast has shown
its heinous face.
The gluten demon was a scourge
from ancient Egypt
through the fall of Rome
'destroying their
wheat harvests.'
'It even made an
appearance in France'
tainting the bread supply in
the 1780s that ultimately led
to the French revolution.
There are other demons that have
strange affiliations with food
like the asparagus demon,
the dairy demon.
I vanquished many of them
except that olive oil demon.
Slippery devil. Ha ha ha ha!
But as you can see,
I don't have any pictures.
My faithful guide and manservant
Cachinga dropped the camera.
He can't seem to hold a spear
and use modern technology
at the same time.
It's because you
were shouting at me
to take the picture,
and I got nervous.
I thought you savages were
supposed to have an iron will.
Well, forgive me for being such
a disappointment.
Why didn't you let Marion
take the pictures?
- Where is your wife anyway?
- Marion? Marion's gone.
We had a farm in Africa,
there on the Serengeti.
It was unbelievable.
We saw things.
They have tsetse flies down
there the size of eagles.
We would stand in front of our
hut and watch in horror
as these giant flies would pick
cows and zebras off the ground
and carry them away, and
then one day they attacked us.
The giant flies came
at us from all sides.
I took down as many as I could,
but it was no use.
In the end, they got Marion!
They flew away with her to their
mountain lair on Kilimanjaro.
She's trapped up there still!
It's horrible. Horrible!
[crying]
Actually, she's fine.
She's just staying
with her mother in Irvine.
They're not getting along.
Cachinga, no more floppy-flop
lip-lips.
[sobbing]
Master needs silence. Head place
have bad juju. Kay-kay.
[cell phone rings]
It's my mom.
Mom, what's up?
[growling]
Mom? Mom!
[tires screeching]
Mom, mom, are you here?
clank
- Huh?
Like, zoinks!
[instrumental music]
Hyah! Hyah!
[instrumental music]
Deputy?
What are you doing here?
Sheriff Stone told me to stay
here and secure the crime scene.
Apparently some kind of
monster wrecked the place
and ate all the biscotti
cakes and cookies.
- And my mom?
- She's fine.
They took her home.
Sheriff had to go down to the
rebuilt bloody steak restaurant.
That crazy monster attacked
there too. Ate everything.
The beast is feeding.
We have to act fast
before it gets too powerful.
Um, if you don't need me,
I'll just go back to hidin'.
I have a special potion that'll
stop the gluten demon cold.
Learned it from a shaman
up the Ucayali River.
It's a tributary
of the Amazon.
I think we all know where the
Ucayali River is, Dr. Spartan.
- Like, I didn't.
- I can't even say it.
Yukaka. Yukaladaa. Yukalalalala.
Cucamonga.
[babbling]
Sheesh!
Here's the recipe.
Cachinga will take you
to the strange and obscure
locations to retrieve all
the necessary ingredients.
This is great! We can go
with a three-pronged attack.
'Cachinga and the
girls get the potion.'
'Shaggy and Scooby will
eat all the gluten-filled'
'food in town
to starve the gluten demon.'
And Dr. Spartan and I
will rig a special trap.
- Count us in.
- Yeah!
Like, you had me and
Scoob eat everything.
Poor old Spartan. He's just
so lost without Marion.
Without her, his plans have
become quite ludicrous.
The potion itself
is probably useless
but I'd love to investigate
the mystery with you girls.
Mr. Cachinga,
now you're talking our language.
(Velma)
'Let's investigate.'
[instrumental music]
chomp chomp chomp
chomp
chomp chomp
[instrumental music]
chomp
[both belching]
Brad, Judy, I need to
know I can count on you.
Pericles has gone insane.
He's dangerous.
The three of us can
still get the treasure
but Pericles has to go.
- We're with you, Ricky.
- You can count on us.
Good. Don't say
a word to anyone.
screech
[instrumental music]
Jinkies!
What's this?
They look like receipts
for a warehouse.
And they're all signed AJS.
[sighs]
[all gasp]
Are you the
insurance adjusters?
Did you bring me my check?
(all)
Huh?
You own these studios,
Mr. Albrect J. Schwartz?
Of course,
I own the place.
Now give me my million dollars
from insurance. Come on.
We are not
from the insurance company.
And we were just leaving.
Guys, I think we'd better
go check out that warehouse.
I have a feeling that's where
our next clue is.
screech
[instrumental music]
Is it me, or is it strange
that an abandoned warehouse
'in a forgotten part of town
has been filled'
with baking ingredients?'
And the shipping manifest
and order forms for all this
'are signed by
none other than AJS.'
That Schwartz fellow.
[growling]
[all screaming]
[growling]
bang
Hyah!
[growling]
- Cachinga, what was in that?
- Just my lunch.
I'm a gluten-free vegan.
A nice quinoa salad
with cucumbers
a pinch of dill,
sprinkle of garlic.
Velma, you think Cachinga's
gluten-free food
really drove the demon off?
I'm not so sure what's really
going on here
but something's bugging me.
Come on.
We have a few things to check
before we can put
this mystery to bed.
Like hospital birth records,
food allergies
and that video footage from
Francilee's live broadcast.
[instrumental music]
Now, if that gluten demon wants
any bread
he'll have to come to this
bakery, right, Dr. Spartan?
Marion should be here.
If only she wasn't
in the clutches of that evil
Irvine cave troll.
I thought you said tsetse flies
as big as eagles took her.
What? I, uh..
Never mind all that.
Let's double-check
the trap and--
We're back,
and have we been busy.
Daphne, it feels like
hours since I've seen you.
That's because
it has been hours, Fred.
Well, that would explain it.
Listen, we found out so about
about the gluten demon..
[roaring]
shatter
Like, I'm too full to be scared.
Yeah. Me too.
[dramatic music]
Now, Dr. Spartan!
[grunts]
[growling]
That thing's gotten too big.
The net won't hold!
[grunts]
thud
[roaring]
bang
thud
[roaring]
Freddy!
[growling]
crash
Like, that gluten demon
just crunched on our friends.
Ooh, that makes me mad.
Come on.
[both grunting]
[creaking]
Oh boy! Let's rumble.
Like, pick on someone your own
super-sized size.
[roaring]
thud thud
[growling]
[roaring]
crash
thud
[laughing]
[roaring]
[instrumental music]
bang
thud
- Huh?
- Stay away from my Shaggy.
thud
Dogpile!
thud
Now let's see who
the gluten demon really is.
(all)
Francilee Jackson!
Not a big surprise
after the work
that Cachinga, Daphne,
and I did.
Francilee's cooking show wasn't
taped before a live audience.
She made the tape herself,
allowing her to work
the special effects of adding
in the gluten demon
during editing.
(Cachinga)
Plus, her stage name
is Francilee Jackson
but her birth certificate
lists her as
Agatha Juniper Schildenheimer.
(Daphne)
As AJS, she signed
those manifests.
She rented
that secret warehouse.
(Velma)
And she has a strange food
allergy to all things healthy.
Which is why she reacted to
Cachinga's lunch so insanely.
The only thing
we don't know is why.
Oh, y'all, it is so simple.
I needed a big comeback.
After my cornbread recipe was
revealed to have no corn in it
I was ruined. Ruined!
My only chance was
to open my own bakery
where I could serve up
my new breakout dish
the double bacon mayonnaise
butter-stuffed pasta surprise
with buttered bread sauce!
Any cook worth their kosher
sea salt knows the legend
of the gluten demon.
I dressed up like that
and started destroying
every restaurant in town,
so there'd be no competition
when I opened mine.
And I would have done it too,
been a huge success again
if it weren't for all y'all
bread-hatin' health fanatics!
That's it, boys.
Let's roll her away.
[grunting]
My bowl! My precious bowl! No!
My bowl! It's mine! Mine!
It's ancient mine
by the look of it.
'"Tercero Llave."
It's the third key!'
Dr. Spartan.
Rick. Call Marion.
Call your wife and
tell her you love her.
And if she feels
the same way
do everything
you gotta do to keep her.
beep
Fred Jones,
are you feeling okay?
Not yet.
There. I feel better now.
Cachinga!
Make ready minivan plenty fast.
We go quickie-quick.
Marion's agreed
to come home.
Now all we have to do is rescue
her from her mother.
Good to see you in
such fine spirit, sir.
[grunting]
Push!
Uh, sorry, guys,
looks like you'll have to walk.
Okay with us.
Like, it'll give us a chance
to burn off all this food.
[instrumental music]
So you see, Professor Pericles,
it's over.
You're not the boss here. I am.
And you're out of the group.
[groaning]
Oh, Ricky, Ricky,
my loyal Brad and Judy
'told me of your little mutiny.'
So, last night
while you were asleep
I put mutated cobra
larvae in your spine.
Every time I press this button,
a little venom is released.
So, as you can see, or feel,
I'm still very much in control.
You do as I say.
First, we steal the Planispheric
Disk from the kinder
then we destroy them.
[laughing]
'We destroy them.'
[laughing]
[theme music]