It's in far great disrepair than I imagined.
Well, this old hospital has held together well,
considering it's 100 years old.
(SHATTERING)
The whole place is virtually falling apart.
(GRUNTS)
The renovations will cost a fortune.
I mean, look at this. (GRUNTS)
Honestly, ma'am, it was in pretty good shape
until you got here.
Oh, I am just getting started.
Look at these vaguely uneven steps.
-This is a lawsuit waiting to happen. -(CROW CAWING)
You call this a walkway? (GROANS)
Hey! This is actually broken.
Wait a minute, I actually found something.
Over here! Hmm?
(GASPS AND GROANS)
(SNARLING)
I am so charging you extra for this!
(SCREAMS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(ROARS)
(BOTH GASP)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
SCOOBY-DOO: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
VELMA: Shaggy, it was so nice of your friend Amelia
to invite us all to her party.
What's up, Velma? You normally don't like parties.
I'm working on a new exercise for social anxiety.
I mentally replace the word "party" with the word "autopsy."
Cool! I'm sure you'll be the life of the autopsy, Velma.
So Amelia doesn't even know us.
You and she must be really good, close friends.
Yeah, like, we were two peas in a pod.
But I haven't seen her in eight years.
Not since elementary school.
We were, like, best friends, but also sort of, kind of...
Maybe liked each other, sort of... Or not.
I'm not sure. Then she moved away.
That age-old story.
Wait, you sort of, kind of, maybe liked each other?
That sounds like a mystery.
How could you let that go unsolved?
Oh, Fred, show a little empathy.
I'm rolling in empathy.
To catch a monster, one must be able to walk a mile in its cloven hooves.
-(ALL GASP) -(TIRES SCREECHING)
Shaggy, it's me, Amelia.
Amelia?
-Like what happened to you? -Nothing.
-I'm a goth. -A goth?
How do we defeat it?
No, goths are a subculture
that began in the 1980s with the goth-rock scene.
Wow, Amelia.
I can only imagine your parents' reaction to all this.
I know, right? They're thrilled.
Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad. Be back later.
Go for it, youngling.
Commune with the spirits of the night.
With the darkness comes the cold.
So bring a coat!
SHAGGY: Like, I can't believe how much you've changed, Amelia.
When we moved, I thought I'd never make friends like you,
but I found a group of goths called the Night Shadows,
and they're totally cool and weird.
Besides, I can't believe how much you haven't changed.
I've changed. Like, it's been eight years.
I must have changed.
You're still the same old, funny, Scaredy-Pants Shaggy.
(SNORTS AND LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES) Like, did you just snort?
No. I stopped snorting years ago.
I knew it, you're still Snorty McSnort-Snort.
Ha! I totally forgot about that name.
You are forbidden from calling me that.
This is it.
It looks like an abandoned hospital.
It is. Cool, right?
Unfortunately, the owner's trying to sell it,
so it might not be our hangout for much longer.
Okay, guys. Get ready for the full-on fun
of a goth party.
(GOTH ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHIRRING)
Are you sure the fun meter has been set to full-on?
Empathy, Fred.
Don't judge a man until you've walked a mile
in his cool platform boots.
Actually, this isn't so bad.
I don't even really have to work at mentally replacing
the word "party" for "autopsy."
-(ALL GASP) -Trying to get yourself in trouble, Amelia?
You know how we feel about outsiders.
Oh, come on, Dorbin. These are my friends.
I've known Shaggy for years.
I doubt Lord Morlack would care.
Shh! Never say the Night Shadows' king's name
-in front of outsiders. -Excuse me, Mr. Dorbin,
but I find your statements about outsiders contradictory.
Since goths themselves are considered outside the fringe of normal society.
-(GASPS) -Silence! Outsiders may not speak in the presence
of the keeper of the scrolls.
Scrolls, keeper... Outsiders, beware.
MOONWOLF: Ow, hey! This is my shadow.
DORBIN: Oh, sorry, Moonwolf.
Well, he's a real pip.
What does he mean by "beware"?
Does he do something weird with those scrolls?
No. Well, maybe,
but that's not what he's referring to.
They say there's a creature that roams the halls by night.
We, the Night Shadows, are protected
by our union with the netherworld.
But outsiders are not.
Apparently, there was an attack last night.
BOTH: Attack last night?
Now, I'm feeling empathetic. This sounds like a mystery.
What kind of creature are we talking about?
No one's seen it,
but everyone has different ideas of what it could be.
A bad wolf. A dark raven spirit.
A vampire bass-player.
-That would be cool. -Right?
Well, we'll get to the bottom of it.
Shaggy, Scooby, and Amelia, you look around the party for clues.
Daphne, Velma and I will search the hospital.
(SLIMY SLITHERING)
Gosh. Like, Amelia's changed so much.
We're not two peas in a pod anymore at all.
We're like two totally different vegetables.
I always preferred carrots.
Maybe I need to show her that I can change, too?
Shaggy, what are you doing?
I'm gonna be a goth like Amelia.
You look like a sad mime.
I just need to show her I'm not the same old Scaredy-Pants Shaggy.
-Hey, Shaggy. -Zoinks!
Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.
Hey, you look great.
Yes, well, I've decided to dabble in this little culture of yours.
In fact, I'll have some of what you're having.
Uh...
-(RECORD SCRATCHES) -(ALL GASP)
He didn't.
Shaggy, this purple portion is from the ritual decanter
of the Night Shadows' mantle of unthinkable terrors.
(BUBBLING)
It's the blood of a dragon,
mixed with the tears of a three-eyed raven,
and fluid from the pancreas of a black widow spider.
Drink it if you dare, but I must want you,
it may be the last thing you consume.
Like, bottoms up.
(GULPING)
Hmm, grape soda!
-I want some. -Impressive.
Let's see what else you can handle. Follow me.
(CROW CAWING)
I just don't get the whole goth thing.
It's a form of individual self-expression.
How is dressing like everyone else
a form of individual self-expression?
Look, this is where the attack happened.
There's mud and leaves here.
The monster must have been hiding outside in the bushes
laying in wait.
According to the hospital records,
years ago, a mad doctor was locked up here
for performing cruel and unusual experiments
-on vegetation. -(LAUGHS)
Some say he created a plant monster
that attacked him, then disappeared, never to be seen again.
(CHUCKLES) A plant monster? Seriously?
Does it play bass?
Welcome to the doorway to the beyond.
You'll have to spend five minutes
in complete darkness.
Like, the old me would never get in there,
but a lot of the work I've done on changing myself
has been on my relationships with drawers, in general.
SHAGGY: Is that five minutes? That's totally five minutes.
-No. -(SHAGGY WHIMPERS)
And now I must disappear into the shadows
to refill the party's punch bowl...
-With blood. -(WHIMPERS)
(CHUCKLES) No, it's actually just punch.
But it looks like blood.
-(SHAGGY WAILING) -I don't like this.
What? I'm trying new things, and Amelia's showing me how.
I like the old Shaggy.
Like, it's okay, Scoob.
(GROWLING)
-(ROARS) -(BOTH SCREAM)
-(BOTH EXCLAIMING) -(CHUCKLES) Hey, guys.
You'll never believe what kind of monster
Velma thinks we're dealing with.
A plant monster!
Okay, I was wrong! Run!
(SHAGGY WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTING)
Split up!
(SNARLING)
(BOTH WHIMPERING)
(SNARLING)
Why is he following us?
Can't he tell how much I've changed?
He's not buying it.
(SCREECHING)
Okay, put the hydrangea and the ficus there.
Yes! Nothing brightens up a hospital like plants.
It just makes people feel better.
The greener, the healthier.
I didn't order that.
He looks like something that's about to grab Dorothy.
Clippers.
Good. Better.
Perfection.
(SQUAWKS)
A masterpiece, if I do say so myself.
-Do you say so? -I do say so.
Let's grab a sick person to make them look at it.
-I'll get the net. -(BOTH PANTING)
(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY WHIMPERING)
Are you two okay?
Like, some of our best work.
-(SLURPING) -Shh! There's a strange noise coming from inside that room.
-Ha! -(SLURPING)
Oh, uh...
Hello, sorry to scare you.
We didn't know the hospital had security.
-Yeah. -(ICE SHAKING)
And that security guard's name is Jeff.
AKA, moi.
It's a good gig. I don't bother anyone,
no one bothers me.
But...
But, what about the monster?
The monster doesn't bother me, I don't bother it.
Besides, the longer the monster scares away new buyers,
the longer I keep this sweet job.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm not bothering you,
so you're not allowed to bother me.
-I don't make the rules. -(DOOR CLOSES)
Strange. I wonder why the plant monster is only attacking certain people.
It seems like, so far, he's left the goths and Jeff alone.
I believe your answer lies in empathy.
You're not looking at this
from the plant's point of view.
What does it want? What's its motivation?
A plant's motivation?
Dirt, water, light. That's a plant's motivation.
That's it, plants are attracted to light.
The goths wear dark clothing, hang out in dark rooms...
They're basically invisible to our plant.
Look at us... Bright clothes,
running around with flashlights...
Fred, you're wearing an orange ascot.
That's like a bull fighter's red cape to a plant monster.
We need to camouflage ourselves.
Well, I don't care how non-empathetic it makes me,
I am not dressing like a plant.
Uh, I don't think that's what she has in mind.
We look like a mime motorcycle gang.
Empathy.
Drink it in, everyone.
Wow, Shaggy, you have changed. You look great.
Did I mention that we saw the monster?
Spent some time with it.
That's awesome.
You're really starting to fit into our scene, here.
Yeah, well, I usually prefer a more food-themed atmosphere,
but the company here sure is nice.
Amelia, I warned you that inviting outsiders here was a bad idea.
You've been summoned by Lord Morlack.
-(ALL GASP AND CHATTER) -I never get summoned.
-He didn't. -MAN: Oh...
The dark lord shows very little mercy.
Let me handle this.
You're kidding.
Dearest Amelia!
Is it true you have invited outsiders into our midst?
Uh, they're my friends.
Well, don't be rude, darkling child.
Make introductions, post-haste.
Well, this is Shaggy.
I think he's the one I've been looking for
to complete the darkest union ritual.
I'm unconvinced.
Before spending time with us, Shaggy was a cowardly soul,
whose only purpose was the hunt for sustenance.
A life without hope or meaning?
I love it! And what of the rest?
Well, that one's a talking dog,
and the other three solve mysteries about monsters on a weekly basis.
I'm delighted.
You know we have our own dark spirit
that haunts these grounds.
We've seen it. It's a plant monster.
No, Jeff! The security guard, with the slurping. Ugh!
Well, you also have an actual plant monster.
It's pretty much a really creepy fern or something.
That is truly tragic.
In terms with your request
with this Shaggy fellow, I'll consider it.
But for now, I must take leave of you all,
and commune with the dark spirits of Gothmoor.
Did you hear that? Morlack said he loved you.
That wasn't exactly what I heard.
Well, close enough.
I think you should stay
so we can complete one final crucible.
-The darkest union ritual? -Yeah, how do you know that?
You, like, said it two minutes ago.
Final cubicle? Sounds final. (GASPS)
-They're gonna sacrifice Shaggy! -What?
(SNIFFS)
Here, I smell sacrifice.
(SIGHS) That's what you said at the last three doors.
Yeah, but this one's more sacrificey.
It's locked.
Stand back, everyone.
Stop what you're doing!
-(KISSING) -Unhand him, death-bringer!
Uh, like, Scoob,
I'm not sure what you think is going on here,
but that's an overreaction any way you cut it.
(ALL GASP)
Oh, come on. Seriously?
Haven't any of you seen a dark union ritual before?
Uh, no?
That's actually not why we were...
(ROARS)
♪ Well there's a slime on the wall
♪ And it's looking like nobody's home
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
♪ Well, there's a slime on the wall
♪ And it's looking like nobody's home
(SCREECHING)
♪ Well there's a slime on the wall
♪ And it's looking like nobody's home
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
♪ Oh ♪
Like, Amelia... (GRUNTS) Like, you're all right.
What's this?
A gothy friendship bracelet of some kind, right?
No, not right!
-I gave him that as a symbol of our love. -Our what?
You gave him the black roses and ribbon?
How could you marry him without my consent?
I'm married?
Amelia,
you are guilty of crimes against the Night Shadows,
including the destruction of our celebration hall,
and completing the darkest union ritual without my permission!
I'm married?
I hereby banish you from the Night Shadows.
-I'm kicked out? -Your eyeliner, please.
(AMELIA SOBBING)
Sorry, Amelia. I had no idea
the darkest union of the raven ritual
was a wedding ceremony.
I really like you,
but don't you think that's moving pretty fast?
Relax, Shaggy, it was just a made up goth ceremony.
It wasn't a real wedding, and I'm not crying
because you didn't want to marry me.
I'm crying because I'm no longer a Night Shadow.
(CHUCKLES) What a relief,
because I don't want to be married, or a goth.
You were right, Amelia,
I haven't changed, and I'm okay with that.
I'm just this simple, hungry guy
who's scared by nearly everything.
I am Shaggy.
-Hear me roar. -And scream.
Well, I'm sorry I've been so focused
on empathizing with a plant,
that I've forgotten to empathize with the gang.
No, Daphne, you were right about empathizing with the plant.
I might have solved the mystery by now,
by figuring out its purpose or what it was trying to...
Protect!
That's it, I've got it.
If only there was some way to back get inside.
Well, according to the rules, once you've been banished,
there's only one way back,
and that's nearly impossible.
Don't worry, Amelia. Whatever it is, I'll do it.
-(DOOR BANGS) -Lord Morlack!
Like, according to Night Shadow law,
anyone may challenge leadership
between sunset and sunrise during a full moon.
Well, it's 12:35, the earth, moon and sun are aligned,
-and I'm calling you out. -He didn't.
There can only be one.
Let the goth-off begin.
Stare into the cutest faces on the planet
without showing emotion.
First person to show any emotion loses.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
Your gothness is strong,
but can you face the teacup pig?
(SQUEALS)
MAN: Oh, not the teacup pig.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
-(GASPS, SCREAMS) -(BOWL SHATTERS)
(ALL GASP)
Like, hey, I won.
(SCREAMS) Help me!
(SCREAMS) Fred, now!
(SHAGGY GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
(STRAINING)
Got him!
And I got you back in the Night Shadows.
Thanks, Scaredy-Pants Shaggy.
Maybe I should call a botanist?
No, Officer. This is no plant.
It's really...
Looks like it's (GRUNTS) stuck here.
I think I see a zipper.
Ah. It's Velcro.
(VELCRO RIPS)
-Oh, no. -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
This was a tough one,
until I saw it through the plant's eyes.
The goth kids had turned the abandoned hospital into their hangout.
When the owner decided to sell,
the goths were in danger of losing the place.
Fortunately for them,
the hospital just happened to have an old legend
about a mad doctor who created a plant monster.
I found pieces of the plant monster costume
which I mistook as a trail.
But what really confused me
was why the monster only came after us,
but the not the goths or Jeff.
I realized it was only attacking those
who threatened to remove the goths from the property,
or threatened to upset their internal power structure.
While Lord Morlack enjoyed the attention
he received as the group leader,
it was Dorbin who was the most protective of the group
as its staunch rule keeper.
And I would have gotten away
with dressing as a really mean plant
based on a strange historic legend,
and chasing away people who didn't like goth music from an abandoned...
Oh, forget it.
I'm gonna become a skate punk. It's pretty straightforward.
Amelia, I hope we can still be friends.
(CHUCKLES AND SNORTS) Of course.
See you in another eight years, Scaredy-Pants Shaggy?
Like, let's make it sooner than that,
Snorty McSnort-Snort.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, Scoob, looks like it's back to being a lone wolf for me.
What about me?
I guess you're a lone wolf, too.
Come on, let's go be lone wolves together.
-Marriage is hard, anyway. -Tell me about it.