(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
SCOOBY-DOO: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
Shaggy, tell me why we're stopping
at this children's play place again.
Like why aren't we?
This is Pizza O'Possum's Party Emporium.
I spent half my childhood here.
Come on!
(GROANS)
Oh, just look around you.
-They have games. -And pizza.
-And prizes. -And pizza.
-And pizza! -Hey!
And pizza.
Video games.
Why did it have to be video games?
It's just like the saying goes.
Life's more awesome at Pizza O'Po...
Po... Possum's.
SCOOBY-DOO: What is it, Shaggy?
Pizza Pup!
ALL: Pizza Pup?
Like, yeah. The best prize of them all.
I tried to win him for years as a kid, but...
I could never earn enough tickets.
I would've taken him with me everywhere.
(HUFFS)
You're in luck, partner.
There's little competition for prizes these days.
Like, hey!
You're the owner, Grandpa Gary.
You haven't aged a bit.
(WHISPERING) How long has he been that old?
Uh, excuse me, Mr. Grandpa Gary,
but what do you mean by little competition?
I mean, like dwindling competition.
Kids have stopped coming ever since the malfunctions.
Malfunctions?
What type of malfunctions?
The animanonic kind.
I think she means animatronic.
I was playing in the arcade earlier,
and Pizza O'Possum attacked me himself.
Attacked you himself?
I'm afraid it's true.
You see, Pizza O'Possum was once our biggest draw.
(LAUGHING)
Kids would come from all over to see our animatronic mascot sing his trademark songs.
But as time went on, his act got old
and kids lost interest.
Eventually, I decided it best to deactivate him,
put him in storage.
But when I went to unplug him, he went haywire,
seeking revenge on the audience
that no longer loved him.
(LAUGHING)
And he's been on the loose ever since.
-(SHIVERING) -(TEETH CHATTERING)
Sounds like an animaronic mystery.
Oh, no!
We came here to play games, win prizes, and eat pizza!
Pizza.
We did not come here to solve mysteries.
No, we did not.
Well, if you solve this one, I'll give you Pizza Pup.
(SHAGGY WHIMPERING)
(LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)
You could've consulted me.
Like I know mysteries are scary, Scoob,
but it's for Pizza Pup!
He's worth it.
Speaking of pizza...
BOTH: (SNIFFING) Hmm.
(BOTH WHIMPERING)
Welcome to Pizza O'Possum's pizza shop.
How can I serve you?
We'll take two pepperoni pizzas, please.
Super!
We haven't had so many sales, since that scary possum surfaced.
Like you've seen Pizza O'Possum?
Seen him? I'm his biggest fan.
And the less bratty kids around here, the better.
As for your pizzas, that'll be 72 tickets, please.
But, like, we haven't won any tickets yet.
We can pay cash.
Mmm, so sorry, no acceptance.
See me when you have tickets!
She took my 20.
Like I guess we better win some tickets.
Unless the tickets find us.
Well, that's convenient.
Like maybe they lead to a pot of gold.
(YELLS AND LAUGHS EVILLY)
Run!
(BOTH YELLING)
(LAUGHING)
(BOTH YELLING)
(LAUGHING EVILLY)
(LAUGHS) Huh?
(SCOOBY-DOO LAUGHING)
No, to your right.
Like, am I getting it?
SCOOBY-DOO: Your other right.
Tell me when...
(YELLS)
Uh-oh.
Someone else wants a turn.
Huh?
Uno, dos, tres, cinco, seis.
(YELLS)
(TREMBLING)
-Okay. -(SHRIEKS)
What's your deal with video games, Velma?
They're dangerous.
(BEEPING AND TRILLING)
Define dangerous.
Okay.
When I was a kid, I loved to play video games.
The patterns, the points, the bonus rounds!
I'd play for days at a time.
It was all in good fun, until...
The changes.
Changes?
VELMA: I knew I needed to stop,
but I couldn't pull myself away.
By the time my parents got me help,
the damage had already been done.
What? What happened?
Calluses.
Ugh! Gross!
FRED: Hey, guys.
Over here.
This must be Grandpa Gary's workshop.
DAPHNE: It looks like it was used recently.
I thought his plan was to deactivate pizza.
-It was. -ALL: Ahhh!
What are you kids doing in here?
I haven't used this room in months.
Uh, we were just learning more about the fine art of animasonics.
-Tronics. -Tronics.
It is a fine art, isn't it?
One that is under-appreciated by kids these days, if you ask me.
Now, you'll best get back to the arcade,
before anything else comes to life around here.
(EVIL LAUGHTER)
Well, that was creepy.
(ALL SCREAMING)
(RATTLING)
FRED: Now what?
(RATTLING)
(BOTH YELLING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(GROANS)
-Give me those! -BOTH: Sorry.
What were you guys doing in there?
Hiding.
We were attacked by Pizza O'Possum.
Speaking of which,
this must be where he attacked Lydia, that little girl from earlier.
She'd have had to stand on these phone books to work the controls.
Hey! Like, I know this game.
Battle Boppers.
I used to always play this one,
because if you beat it, you win 10,000 tickets.
That's enough to win any prize you want.
I know, that's why I was always playing it.
I was trying to win Pizza Pup.
Pizza Pup. Stuffed animal.
Oh, Pizza Pup.
I couldn't win enough games to win him as a kid.
And now, I can't solve this mystery to win him as an adult,
or an adult-size kid.
I wouldn't be so sure of that, Shaggy.
I have a feeling Pizza O'Possum attacking this game
is no coincidence.
Agreed. It's clear now what he's after.
We just need to lure him out with some...
DAPHNE: Bait.
No.
Uh-huh?
-Daphne. -Yes.
Don't do it.
Velma wants to pway!
My calluses.
Velma Dinkley, you can do this.
(BEEPING AND TRILLING)
Game on.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, you think you're coming after me, huh?
Oh, yeah. (CHUCKLES)
Take that!
Yeah, take that!
(ROARING)
(GRUNTING)
(ALL GROANING)
Velma, now!
-FRED: Velma, the mallet! -(CHUCKLES)
That's not good.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
Oh, come on. Come here.
No! Counter move.
Ha! Take that.
(GROWLING)
(GRUNTING)
-(ALL GROANING) -(POSSUMS SNARLING)
Yikes!
(ALL TREMBLING)
-(ALARMS BLARING) -(BELLS RINGING)
(VELMA WHOOPS)
Yeah, take that, calluses.
(YELLS)
Hey, I did it.
Ah, that felt so good.
No more video games for you!
(LAUGHING)
Okay, let's find out who this animanonic menace really is.
-ALL: Animatronic. -Whatever.
-(FRED GRUNTS) -(ELECTRIC CRACKLING)
-Oh. -Okay.
-That's awkward. -Robot.
-Animatronics. -Hee-hee.
Yeah, but like, who was controlling the robot?
ALL: Lydia?
That's right, and for once, I can explain the mystery.
Take it away, Shaggy.
You see, I wasn't the only one who wanted to win Pizza Pup,
Lydia did too.
But like me...
(BEEPING)
...she could never earn enough tickets.
So, she learned how to control Pizza O'Possum
to scare away the competition,
buying herself time to play as many games
and rack up as many points as needed.
VELMA: Which explains why she was playing Battle Boppers,
the one game that could win her 10,000 tickets in a single swoop.
SHAGGY: And it explains the trail of tickets on the ground by the pizza stall.
She was storing them inside the mascot himself.
And I would've gotten away with it, too,
if it wasn't for you meddling grown-ups.
So, what do we do now?
Have her arrested?
Worse, we call her mother.
Huh?
(CRYING) No!
Well, as promised, you solved the mystery.
So, here he is, Pizza Pup.
Whoa!
(WHIMPERING)
You know, like...
-You can keep him, Grandpa Gary. -Hmm?
I don't need a giant stuffed dog.
I've already got a giant real one.
ALL: Aw!
FRED: So cute.
No, I changed my mind! Give him to me!
FRED: Here we are.
Hmm, Seems A Little Fishy.
SCOOBY-DOO: Oh, already, Fred?
VELMA: According to the ad I was e-mailed,
it's the best seafood on the eastern seaboard.
They also recommended we get a reservation months in advance.
Not sure why.
Well, at least the atmosphere is authentic.
Scoob and I were given real treasure maps.
Shh, don't tell them.
We were all given them.
They're placemats designed to entertain small children
and keep food from spilling directly on the table.
They're also inaccurate.
Look at the date scrawled on it.
1932.
That was long after the golden age of piracy.
-Yeah, you're right. Total fake. -(CHUCKLES)
Can't fool us.
You know, all these nautical decorations
kind of remind me of that one crook we were after.
The one with the antique diving suit
and those heavy metallic footsteps.
(GASPS)
MAN: You're right, Fred. It wasn't Red Skull, it was Captain Cutler.
WOMAN: It was Captain Cutler.
MAN: Captain Cutler!
MAN: Captain Cutler.
Captain Cutler.
He's still at large. We've got to find him.
It'll take all of our experience, all of our cunning,
-all of our... -Greetings.
Would you like to try our new claw-on-order crab special?
A-ha! Captain Cutler.
Good work, gang.
Hold it, Cutler.
-(FRED GRUNTS) -Very good, Mr. Jones.
May I call you Frederick?
Depends on context and inflection.
Well-considered answer.
Yes, Frederick, I am Captain Cutler,
but you must understand I've changed my wicked ways.
I finally decided to pool my savings,
buy this restaurant and earn an honest living.
Likely story.
I know how it sounds, Frederick.
If I were you, I wouldn't believe me either.
But before you have me arrested,
you should know that I have something you want,
a mystery.
Did you say a mystery?
Why do you think my restaurant is so empty?
Ask Oft-Injured Willy.
Aye, 'tis true.
(ALL YELLING)
Why do they call you Oft-Injured Willy?
(YELLS) Ow!
(ALL MURMURING)
DAPHNE: Now I get it.
The tale Cutler tells is that of a pirate ghost
who haunts these shores.
His name is Half-Beard.
Treasure hunter of the high seas,
and unable to grow hair on half his face,
he buried his fortune in a nearby cove,
when he was ambushed by the notorious pirate hunter, Ginger Fuzz.
Half-Beard met a watery end that day,
but his ghost lived on to watch over his treasure,
scaring away all who dare near its hidden location,
including customers of this very restaurant.
His legend is known locally as...
The Curse of Half-Beard's Booty.
BOTH: Booty! (GIGGLING)
He said "booty."
Guys, booty is another word for treasure.
And I've heard of Ginger Fuzz.
She's part of an old Blake family legend.
BOTH: She?
Amelia Ruth Blake.
Mother told me stories about her as a child.
She wore a giant red mustache,
disguising herself as a man to get a ship and crew.
Makes sense.
Women were considered bad luck on ships at that time.
Maybe Cutler's telling the truth.
Listen to your friends, Frederick.
With your mystery solving skills and my knowledge of the area,
we could solve this mystery together.
Okay, Cutler.
But you are not to leave my sight.
I'd have it no other way. To the docks then?
Ah! Like, we're just going to stay behind and investigate the restaurant.
And its contents.
(MUNCHING NOISILY)
(GRUMBLING)
Hmm, Cutler was honest with one thing, hmm?
This is the best seafood on the eastern seaboard.
Yeah, he's certainly earned my trust.
Zoinks!
(GRUNTS)
BOTH: (YELLING) It's Half-Beard's ghost!
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Hey, look.
SHAGGY: "Beware ye all who enter."
Hold on, Scoob.
Right there on the place map,
it says, "Beware ye all who enter."
This door is on the map.
And maybe the tunnel leads to the treasure!
-(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) -(GROWLING)
Tunnel beats pirate ghost.
-(BOTH WHIMPERING) -SHAGGY: Yikes!
I've seen Half-Beard's ghost here on several occasions.
VELMA: Hey, guys.
Something's coming toward us.
(ALL YELL)
Don't be alarmed. It's just Karen.
What is she doing in there?
Uh, nothing.
I'll tell you what she's doing.
She's poaching my lobsters again.
Uh, no, I'm not.
Go on, get away from my dock.
Uh, you never saw me here.
Yes, I did!
Uh, no.
Wow, fishing business must be very competitive.
-She work for a rival restaurant... -(GASPS)
Oh, no, you don't.
You're not going to get away from me that easily.
Frederick, it's not from you I'm trying to get away.
(ROARS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROWLS)
(SCOOBY-DOO WHIMPERING)
Like, don't worry, Scooby-Doo. We'll just follow the map.
We'll be fine.
Not inspiring confidence.
Look! Like, going up.
(STRAINING)
This could be it.
The treasure.
Whatever untold fortune lies on the other side of this door,
we agree to split it 50-50.
We'll talk.
(CREAKING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Oh, it's just you guys.
Keep my half.
Shaggy, Scooby, how did you get here?
Place map.
Which is just a placemat, after all.
You were right, Velma.
It was pretty silly of us to think we could find buried treasure
of a glorified food catcher.
And it was silly of me to stand up to a real-life ghost pirate,
based on some bedtime story my mother told me. (GASPS)
And it was silly of me to trust Cutler!
I knew you couldn't change.
I knew you'd just...
Retrieve clues helpfully.
DAPHNE: Ginger Fuzz.
She was real.
Daphne, that's amazing.
-And if she was real... -The map might be too.
So, if all these legends are true
and the treasure map is real,
why is it dated 1932?
It's not. Look where the numbers are placed.
The 19 is next to this S, and the 32 is next to an E.
It coordinates.
19 south, 32 east.
Cutler, do you have any idea what these coordinates mean?
Why, yes. I do know where this is,
but you're not going to like it.
VELMA: This pool of water is over 300 feet deep.
And there's a maze of underwater caves connected to it.
Like, no wonder no one has ever found the treasure.
Until now.
Frederick, please.
I'll go.
You go down there, that'll be the last we see of you.
Oh, Frederick, you better than anyone should understand
that for a team to work, you must have faith in one another.
Okay, Captain.
Go find out what old Half-Beard is so eager to protect.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
He's not coming back. See, I knew it.
How can I be so careless as to trust...
Captain Cutler.
Hurry, it's Half-Beard's ghost.
-He's... -(ROARING)
(ALL SCREAM)
(GROANS)
(ALL TREMBLING)
(GRUNTING)
Huh?
Remember me?
(GRUNTS) Time to finish what my ancestor started.
Like, go, Daphne!
(DAPHNE GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(HALF-BEARD'S GHOST CHUCKLES)
(HALF-BEARD'S GHOST SNARLS)
(ALL GASP)
(GROANS)
(ALL SIGH)
I'm sorry I didn't believe you, Cutler.
You helped us catch Half-Beard, and you saved my friend.
Thank you.
No, Frederick.
Thank you.
Now, let's see who this swashbuckler really is.
ALL: Karen?
Poaching lobsters was just a cover.
She was actually scanning these waters for the treasure.
And I would've gotten away with half of Half-Beard's booty,
if it weren't for you meddling kids.
Take her away. Wait.
Did you say half?
Where's Cutler?
Where's the treasure?
-You got to be kidding. -(AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARING)
"Dearest Frederick, It was obvious from our past encounters
"that you and your gang were excellent mystery solvers.
"So, I thought you'd make an asset in my own pursuit.
"And I was right.
"I lured you to this location by e-mailing Velma an advertisement for..."
The best seafood on the eastern seaboard.
BOTH: Mmm.
CUTLER: "I promised the restaurant's real owner half the treasure,
"if I could act as the owner the night of your reservation.
"Next, I promised a fellow treasure hunter the other half of Half-Beard's fortune,
"if she'd pose as Half-Beard and herd you towards Double-Cross Cove,
"which brings us to the map.
"I narrowed the booty's location to the cove,
"but I couldn't decipher its exact coordinates.
"So, I conveniently placed copies of the map around your table like placemats,
"knowing you'd take an interest and succeed where I failed.
"And then there was you, Frederick.
"Getting the help of your gang meant getting your help first.
"So, I baited you with the one worm you cannot resist,
"a true mystery.
"All I needed to do was win a little bit of your trust.
"Until next time, Frederick.
"Step, step, splash, Captain Cutler."
(SHOUTING) Cutler!
I'm still getting my half, right?
Oh, yes, of course.