We are currently creating the greatest video game of all time,
Protein Titans 2.
This title will bring competitive eating to a whole new level,
while retaining all the familiar Protein Titan hallmarks you grew up with.
Right.
Including the terrifying Ghost Chef and his wicked food cannon.
Yeah. He looks real threatenin'.
That he is, my friend.
Now, this is our garbage sorting station.
Brainsplosion is a green business.
So we separate the trash for earth-friendly processing. See?
Paper, bottle, can,
paper, composting, can, ukulele,
bottle, bottle, unicycle part,
biohazard, paper, bottle,
ukulele, mustache racks, bottle, polar cap,
glasses with no lenses, black and red football jersey,
hamster ball, deflated hacky sack, suspenders,
and a dead bonsai tree.
There. Simple.
And that concludes your tour.
I shall let you get to your sorting.
(GROANS)
Separate my trash? I'll separate your trash. (GRUNTS)
(CAN CLANKING)
-(CAN CLANKING) -Huh?
What? You don't like where I put you?
Get back in your receptacle!
Oh, you wanna play games, do ya? Take that!
(DEVICE POWERING UP)
(GASPS)
(GROWLS)
I should've recycled?
(ROARS)
(SCREAMS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
SCOOBY-DOO: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
(GAME SOUNDS)
(GRUNTING) Come on! Take that!
It's hard to believe you two find that silly Protein Titans game
more captivating than this view.
Like you know how seriously Scoob and I take eating.
Protein Titans reminds us it's supposed to be fun.
Not just competitive.
I don't know, Velma, this gaming company's
trying too hard to impress you.
Mother made us take our helicopter to school,
and trust me, it gets old.
How many times can you tell the teacher
your homework got sucked into the rotors?
Oh, they just want me to sell them this old mathematical algorithm
my friend Zara and I wrote in 5th grade.
It helps computers simulate smell and taste.
Like, Scoob, can you imagine they put Velma's code into Protein Titans
so you could smell and taste the food?
Too much to imagine!
Honestly, I have loftier goals for it than a competitive eating game.
But I promised Zara I would hear her boss out.
Well, I'm just looking forward to San Francisco,
the center of youth culture.
From the peace and love movement of the 1960s
to the tech revolution of today.
It'll be great just hanging out with other kids like myself.
Yeah.
Kids like you.
Scoob, it's the boss level.
We gotta eat our way to Ghost Chef
and put our plates in the sink.
Too much food!
GHOST CHEF: You're cooked. (EVIL LAUGH)
-(SHOUTS, SOBS) No! -Curse you, Ghost Chef!
Zara!
(GRUNTS)
Oh, hey, Velma.
It's so good to see you.
My, how you've grown.
I have?
Oh, cool.
And I finally get to meet your father.
What? (CHUCKLES) Her father?
No, Zara, these are my friends.
Oh, wow.
I saw the ascot and I assumed.
I'm really sorry, sir.
(KEYPAD TAPPING)
Come on, guys. Let me show you around the campus.
Sir?
Welcome to Brainsplosion Games.
Over there's the smoothie bar,
that's the hacky sack lounge,
there's the employee massage garden,
and to your left is the 24-hour gluten-free commissary,
right next to the automated gluten dispenser.
For the weak-willed.
That's the other hacky sack lounge.
This place seems kinda empty.
Oh, yeah.
An employee claimed he was attacked by a real "Ghost Chef."
So a lot of people are working from home.
A Ghost Chef?
From the video game?
That sounds like a mystery.
Eh, I think he was just seeing things.
He'd been pulling a lot of all-nighters writing code,
which isn't as easy when you get older.
You know how it is.
How would I know how it is?
You realize I'm only 18 years old, (NERVOUS CHUCKLE) dude.
Oh, right. Sorry.
-(MOBILE BEEPS) -Ugh!
I gotta go to a meeting about a new game we're developing.
Mr. Junior's waiting for you on the top floor.
You guys just make yourselves at home and enjoy the campus.
Okay, we certainly... (CLEARS THROAT)
Sweet! Yeah, whatever!
It's, like, cool.
You said top floor. Where's the elevator?
Oh, Brainsplosion is eco-friendly.
We have hot air balloons instead.
Jinkies.
I know how you feel about our code, Velma,
but listen to what Mr. Junior has to say.
I think you'll see he has a lot to offer.
Yes! Boss level again.
(GROANS)
Uh...
Hurry, Scoob, let's eat!
This place is empty.
(CHUCKLES) Nice try, Scoob, but I am not looking up.
(GROWLING)
Huh? Ghost Chef is here!
Like, duh, Scoob.
Who do you think's shooting food at us?
He is!
(GROWLS)
(WHIMPERS)
(GRUNTING)
Like, your plan to distract me will and or has failed, Scooby-Doo.
-SCOOBY-DOO: Incoming! -(GROWLS)
(GROANS)
(GHOST CHEF GROWLING)
(ROARS)
Zoinks! Ghost Chef! He's real!
Like, duh, Shaggy.
(GROWLS, ROARING)
Straight for the doors!
Close, close. Bad.
Special move!
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
(GROWLING)
Velma Dinkley?
I'm Parker, Mr. Junior's assistant.
Right this way. Love your turtleneck.
Why?
MR. JUNIOR: I told you once I told you a thousand times.
I want smooth. Smooth!
Is he having a bad day?
-MR. JUNIOR: What do I pay you for? -No. Why?
MR. JUNIOR: Crunchy? Crunchy peanut butter is an oxymoron.
It isn't even peanut butter yet.
It's like they just gave up two-thirds of it right there.
Miss Dinkley's here, sir.
Yeah, I'll be right with you. I'm almost done firing this guy.
You're fired, Dad!
But I have a family.
A child to feed!
I'm that child, and you fed me crunchy peanut butter.
A lazy man's food spread.
No. You're done here, Mr. Junior Senior.
(WAILING)
So, you're the big brain, Velma Dinkley.
Uh, yeah.
I'm Velma Dinkley. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Great. But I'm talking to your brain.
Your algorithm is the missing piece to my masterpiece.
Protein Titans 2.
Understood, but you see, Zara and I always talked about
using our computer code for more practical,
helpful purposes than video games.
Oh, hello, Velma Dinkley's big heart.
I don't know if you got the memo,
but I'm trying to have a conversation with her brain!
Ten million dollars.
VELMA: Please hold for Velma's brain.
So this is where the Ghost Chef was last seen.
FRED: Hey, dude, wait up!
(CHUCKLES) I'm shadowing your steps.
No. I cannot condone or support this.
Why? I'm just chillin' in my new threads.
You really are not.
So this is where they test the new games, huh?
(BEEPS)
-(STATIC) -(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
BOTH: Huh?
-Put 'em up! -(EXPLOSION)
MALE VOICE: Diaper Doomsday!
Huh. Diaper Doomsday.
A baby shoots alien invaders with a diaper cannon?
Cute, gross, and violent.
The hat-trick of video games.
Whoa! They spent millions on this.
But it looks like it got shelved.
Hey, I know.
Let's get you some diapers to walk around in.
People will magically think you're only two years old.
(SCOOBY-DOO AND SHAGGY WHIMPERING)
-What happened? -We... We ran into the Ghost Chef!
He made food dangerous!
Yeah, like...
Why is Fred dressed like he owns multiple banjos?
What is the big deal?
I'm dressed perfectly normal for someone my age. Yo!
Yeah? Well, I think it's time to stop chilling, dude!
(ROARING)
(SCREAMING)
(GASPS)
Let's bounce.
What?
-Run! -(EXCLAIMS) Why didn't you say so?
(PANTING)
(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)
I'm stuck!
Reason number 200 not to wear a chain wallet!
(GROWLING)
(ROARS)
(SCREAMING)
(WHIMPERING)
(ROARS)
On to the slides!
(GRUNTING)
Whoa!
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(GRUNTS)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
-(WHIMPERS) -(GROWLS)
(EXCLAIMS)
-(WHIMPERING) -(GROWLING)
(BOTH EXCLAIM)
(WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTING)
(GROWLING)
(GHOST CHEF GASPS)
(SOFTLY) Gunther, your 12:30.
(SOFTLY) Fantastic.
Cucumber water?
-(GROWLS) -(WEAPON POWERING UP)
My, you are tense.
Okay. So if you'd just disrobe and get under the sheet,
your relaxation therapy will begin in a moment.
(GROANS, GROWLING)
(SIGHS)
GHOST CHEF: Ohh!
I see... This is...
(SIGHING)
Huh? (GROWLING)
(GASPING)
(ROARING)
MR. JUNIOR: I want you working for me.
Stock options, company car, an army of engineers at your disposal.
And this would be your new office.
Wow. This is a lot more luxurious
than the middle seat of the Mystery Machine.
And it's all yours if you sign right here.
This says I have to work here exclusively for the next five years?
We need that big brain.
Believe me, if there was a way to let the rest of you take off, I'd do it.
We're actually working on that.
But if I work here for the next five years,
I won't be able to solve mysteries with my friends anymore.
No, but think of all the practical and helpful things you could do with
(WHISPERS) ten million dollars.
Here's Mr. Junior's office.
We need to warn him about what's going on.
And we need Velma to help us get to the bottom of it.
-Hi? -(GASPS)
You can't prove anything.
Hey, fervently rifling through filing cabinets is our thing.
Like, aren't you Megan Fleming,
the world's youngest billionaire?
Not anymore. Mr. Junior now holds that title.
What are you doing at Brainsplosion?
Don't you have your own company?
Right. Like I'm gonna talk to you.
I know an undercover cop when I see one.
I'm not a cop. I'm 18 years old.
Yo, I'm chillin' like a villain.
Not a real villain.
But like a polar bear chillin'.
That sounds like you're a cop.
It really does.
-(EXCLAIMS) Hey, what is that? -ALL: Hmm?
So long, sucker! (LAUGHS)
(SIGHS) We are not bringing our A-game today.
She was looking through the company's intellectual property agreements.
The employees all have to agree that anything they think of,
and even say while working here, is owned by Brainsplosion.
But Megan doesn't even work here.
Her company is Brainsplosion's main rival.
VELMA: Hey. ALL: You can't prove anything.
Sorry. I, uh, should know better than to sneak up on you guys. (CHUCKLES)
Velma, we were looking for you.
The Ghost Chef is real!
Yeah, like, real. Behind you!
(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)
-(SCREAMING) -Hey, what is that?
Huh?
(ROARS)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ The strong will triumph
♪ The weak man cries out
♪ You think you're a strong man
♪ But you're a frail lad
♪ I can't carry your weight
♪ No more!
♪ It pulls me down
♪ Too far
♪ I can't carry your weight
♪ No more!
♪ It pulls me down
♪ No more!
♪ It pulls me down
♪ Too far! ♪
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(GHOST CHEF SHOUTING)
(SIGHS) I'm sorry, guys.
I should've been helping you solve this mystery
instead of meeting with someone who wants to give me
ten million dollars for something I made when I was nine.
Ten million dollars?
Like, to enhance the greatest game in the world?
And you're apologizing?
Velma, you're forgiven.
But he wants me to work for him for the next five years.
I'd have to leave the gang.
I don't know, Velma.
Maybe it's for the best.
I mean, look at me. I'm just a kid.
What made me think I could go around the world solving mysteries?
(SCOFFS) And I'm the one with the kooky dingbat reputation?
Seriously, guys? You're gonna make me do this?
Okay, first, Velma.
You created that computer code to do good.
I come from money, and let me tell you,
you don't need ten million dollars.
You're right, Daphne.
I'm gonna tell Mr. Junior he can keep his money.
What? No. You don't need ten million dollars.
Five million is plenty.
Sell him the algorithm non-exclusively for five million.
And make the same deal with the medical companies.
So it will also be used to help people.
Oh, that is better.
Plus Shaggy and Scooby really like Protein Titans.
I guess a video game is practical and helpful if it's bringing joy to people
-Then it is. -Except the boss level.
It's too hard.
Next, Fred.
You're a middle-aged dad stuck in the body of an 18-year-old.
-Deal with it. -Done.
I collect antique flashlights and wear prescription socks.
It's time I own that.
Owned that?
Fred, your ironically immature way
of dealing with your advanced maturity has solved this mystery.
You're right.
Gang, we have a Ghost Chef to catch.
Okay. You guys know what to do.
As soon as he's chasing you, head straight here.
The only way the trap works is if he goes down this slide.
So make sure he chases you.
Like, if there was any way to stop monsters from chasing us,
we would've found it a long time ago.
We researched it.
So, like, all we have to do now is get his attention
and then slide down the slide.
Easy-peasy.
(ROARS)
(WEAPON POWERING UP)
Unless of course, he's blocking the slide.
Not so easy-peasy.
Whoa!
Like, Scoob, how we gonna get him down the slide now?
(GROWLS)
Boss level!
But we can't even beat that in the game!
This is no game.
(ROARING)
(CHOMPING)
(CHOMPING) Hmph!
(ROARING)
-Combo move! -Copy that.
Huh?
-(BOTH GRUNT) -(GHOST CHEF SCREAMING)
We beat boss level!
(ROARS)
(BOTH YELLING)
(SCOOBY-DOO AND SHAGGY EXCLAIMING)
(GHOST CHEF GROWLING)
Now!
(GRUNTING)
(YELLING)
(SCOOBY-DOO AND SHAGGY WHIMPERING)
Rhaggy!
That's the hacky sack lounge.
Now, let's see who this Ghost Chef really is.
ALL: (EXCLAIMS) Zara!
Oh, no, you caught me.
(EXCLAIMS) Zara? But I made you filthy rich.
As it turns out, I was alone in caring about
helping people more than money, Mr. Junior.
VELMA: Zara was using your video game villain, Ghost Chef,
to try and destroy Brainsplosion.
Zara is a computing and engineering genius.
Building a real food cannon and Ghost Chef costume was a snap for her.
She thought if enough employees left
and word got out that the Ghost Chef in your game was real,
you'd be forced out of business.
FRED: Like all employees, Zara signed an intellectual property agreement.
So her big video game idea was owned by Mr. Junior.
But unfortunately, he decided to use the extra money
she needed to finish developing her game
to make the next version of his own game, Protein Titans, even better,
by buying the algorithm she and Velma had created.
VELMA: But if Brainsplosion closed, the agreement ended.
Zara could sell her game to Megan Fleming,
who was not only in need of a new hit game,
she was willing to offer more for the computer code that added smell and taste.
In fact, Megan was so desperate to get her hands on it
she risked sneaking around the campus
to find and destroy Zara's contract
in order to speed up the buying process.
The deal was gonna be worth over 85 million dollars.
And the name of that video game...
Diaper Doomsday.
BOTH: (EXCLAIMS) Diaper Doomsday?
(CHUCKLES) Hey, that's a great idea!
And with Velma's computer code that adds smell...
Ugh, don't go there.
I'm sorry, Zara.
Even though we've grown closer in heights since we last saw each other,
it looks like we grew farther apart in other ways.
Oh, Velma Dinkley and her big brain
still thinks so small.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
Oh, wait. Hold on a second.
(KEYPAD TAPPING)
(KEYPAD TAPPING CONTINUING)
Sorry. Where was I?
Oh, right.
And I could've gotten away with it, blah, blah, blah,
we could've owned the whole world, you and I,
if it wasn't for your meddling big heart.
Take me away.
Velma, how can I ever repay you for saving my company,
besides literally repaying you with lots of money?
(CAR HORN HONKS)
You know, Mr. Junior, what you can do is finish the sandwich
your father was nice enough to make for you,
show a little gratitude and respect, and re-hire him.
Come on. You got Little League.
(GROANS) Fine.
I guess your close, friendly relationship with your father is kind of inspiring.
You must be proud of Velma, Mr. Dinkley.
Oh, I am, Mr. Junior.
I've always been proud of my little girl.
Okay. This is getting weird.
Agreed.
Dude.