WOMAN: They're so beautiful.
That one looks like a swan, doesn't it?
It looks like a cloud.
Oh, come on, use your imagination.
For me.
I guess that one sort of looks like a little bunny cloud.
And see the one next to it?
It looks like a lobster whispering to a ceiling fan!
Uh, I guess I see the whispering part, but...
And that one looks like half an onion and half my Uncle Gary.
It does.
And that looks like an old-timey
desperado skeleton with a mustache.
Really?
I think it looks like a human toe trying to explain photosynthesis to a donut,
but, whatever, weirdo.
No. Not up there.
There!
(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
SCOOBY-DOO: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING)
I'm surprised you two are so amenable to attending
this Dia de los Muertos celebration.
Like, why wouldn't we be?
We're all about Muertos.
Really? That is not the impression I've gotten, based on...
Hey, whoa!
What's with all the chitchat back there?
Don't wanna distract the driver.
Don't worry. Fred already explained Dia de los Muertos to us.
It's like a big party with music and costumes.
And lots of food.
Well, that's true, but...
Yeah, these Muertos sound delicious.
Are they like burritos?
Or taquitos?
Taquitos?
-Fred, you didn't... -Find parking.
Sure did. We're here!
(BOTH CHEERING)
(BOTH GASP)
-(MEOWS) -(BOTH SCREAMING)
Evidence would suggest you were
less than truthful with Shaggy and Scooby.
Well, I may have left out a few details.
Details like, Dia de los Muertos
translates to Day of the Dead?
SHAGGY: A whole day?
SCOOBY: Of the dead?
SHAGGY: You lied to us, Fred. SCOOBY-DOO: In Spanish.
Fine. Lunch is on me.
You've taken the first step towards forgiveness.
You're going broke, Jones.
(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING)
I know the imagery can be startling at first,
but the Day of the Dead is a celebration.
A means to reconnect with the ancestors, who have passed out of our world.
It's like a really fun, morbid family reunion.
Hey, you know, the Blake family
has a lot of interesting ancestors.
Maybe I should try to do a little reconnecting while we're here.
Hello, calling all Blakes.
Daphne of the Blake clan here.
If you want to commune, send me a sign.
Yeah, I don't think that's quite how it works, Daphne.
(SPLAT)
DAPHNE: Uh, a sign.
"Cookies here."
Cookies! Quick! Which building did that blow off of?
(LIP SMACKING) Northwest, that way.
-(CLEARS THROAT) -(SIGHS)
Oh, it must be my Great Aunt Cookie.
I've heard stories about her.
How she was all eccentric and unpredictable.
Kind of an outcast, like, the Blake sheep of the family.
I wonder why she's come back.
Hello, young people with disposable income,
I am Mayor Rogers. Welcome to our Day of the Dead celebration.
Please enjoy yourselves/spend all your money.
Or else El Bandito might get you.
El Bandito!
Yeah. A couple kids claim they were attacked by the spirit of El Bandito
up on Cemetery Hill.
Crazy! You should have heard what they said about the clouds.
Who is El Bandito?
Wait, what about the clouds?
El Bandito was one of the greatest criminals in history.
For over 50 years,
he robbed from the rich and gave to the poor.
Then he robbed from the poor.
His enormous stash of money, gold and jewels was never found.
But he swore his spirit would return to protect it.
Uh! It's just a little local color.
I won't let anything spoil the Day of the Dead festivities.
This town can't survive without the tourists.
So, don't go causing any trouble,
Mr. I-know-a-lot-about El-Bandito!
El Bandito was a legend.
I've read every book, memorized every detail.
If I solve this mystery,
I, Fred Jones, will become part of that legend.
They will call me El Frederico.
(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING)
You know that just means "The Fred," right?
The Fred.
(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTH GASPING)
-(COOS) -(BOTH SCREAMING)
Like, I think we made a wrong turn.
Was it left at the first skull, right at the second skull,
two more left skulls and then a right skull?
Way too many skulls.
Yeah. Like, how is anyone supposed to find their ancestors?
(CHUCKLES)
Maybe this guy knows where we are.
SHAGGY: Excuse me.
SHAGGY: Do you think you can give us directions?
(GRUNTS)
(EVIL LAUGHTER)
(SCOOBY-DOO AND SHAGGY SHUDDERING)
Right, that way! Got it!
Where are Shag and Scoob?
We need to get on this El Bandito mystery.
Maybe they're back hiding in the van.
Great Aunt Cookie,
please guide our friends back to us!
(SCOOBY-DOO AND SHAGGY SCREAMING)
(CRASHING)
Thanks, Cookie.
Daphne, like the Cookie sign,
that was just a coincidence.
(CHUCKLES) Velma, coincidences don't just happen. Duh!
What happened?
Like, we saw a skull man...
Who wasn't celebrating.
Relax. You guys just got spooked.
Oh. Oh, you think, Fred?
What on earth could have caused us to get spooked here?
The food's even scary.
Okay. (SIGHS)
Maybe this market place is a little much for you two.
Let's go start looking for clues to this mystery.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(VAN DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GATE CREAKING)
Light it up.
(THUNDER CRACKLING)
(EL BANDITO CHUCKLES)
(SHUDDERS)
Now, exactly how is this a better place to be?
Well, focusing on the mystery will take your minds off all the scary stuff.
When does that work?
These look just like El Bandito's boot prints.
I've seen the plaster casts of them.
He was here.
I hope Great Aunt Cookie doesn't fall for this El Bandito guy.
She always had a thing for bad boys.
Daphne, if your great aunt has returned,
and I can't stress enough how big that "if" is,
it's not to date.
Some believe loved ones return to impart an important message to the living.
Well, I'm getting a message loud and clear. "Leave!"
-I hear it. -(BOTH GASPING)
-(SCREAMING) -(TEETH CHATTERING)
Yeah, I get that a lot.
I'm Mort, the caretaker here.
What are you doing in my graveyard?
That awful Day of the Dead party isn't until later tonight.
We're investigating an El Bandito sighting near here.
I don't know anything about that.
It's been quiet around here. The way I like it.
I don't much care for people
with beating hearts.
-(HEARTS BEATING) -(BOTH GASP)
Do you mind if we look around?
I can't stop you, legally.
Thanks.
Uh, see you later.
Sooner or later, everyone does.
(THUNDER CRACKLING)
The tomb of El Bandito.
Wow! Can you believe that we're actually here?
No. Let's go.
The tomb is sealed.
No signs of entry.
Or exit, for that matter.
If I'm gonna solve this mystery,
I'm gonna have to think like El Bandito. Become him.
If I were El Bandito, what would be my next move?
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(EVIL LAUGHTER)
-Yes, exactly. -(ALL SHIVERING)
-That! -(GULPS) El Bandito!
(EVIL LAUGHTER)
El Bandito.
Oh. If the Junior Sleuther's Club could see me now,
they would just die.
If we don't run, we'll be joining them.
-(EL BANDITO CHARGES) -(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
Split up!
Why do dead dudes always follow us?
It's kind of flattering, actually.
(EL BANDITO SCREAMING)
(THUNDER CRACKLING)
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
(BOTH SHIVERING)
(GRUNTS)
SHAGGY: Who's next?
Whoa, dude, you are in bad shape.
Emergency.
Code Dead! Code Dead!
-(IMITATES AMBULANCE SIREN) -Ahhh!
Nurse, this patient is suffering from Extreme Deadness.
Worst case I've ever seen.
Blood pressure?
Dead over not so alive.
And dead from the neck up.
-Pulse? -Dead.
-Heart rate? -Way dead.
-Temperature? -Stone-cold dead.
(EKG FLAT LINING)
-Poor ghoul. -(WHIMPERS)
-Not being alive always gets you in the end. -(SHUSHING)
Never had a chance.
-(EL BANDITO SCREAMS) -(BOTH SCREAMING)
Faster, Scoob! (SCREAMS)
Before he realizes we've misdiagnosed him.
(SCREAMING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(CRASHING)
-(TOYS SQUEAKING) -My gift shop!
Sorry. They were rolling for their lives!
El Bandito dental floss?
El Bandito orthopedic neck pillows?
I sense some of this merchandise may be less than authentic.
Nonsense.
In this town, I, Gustavo,
am the official expert on all things El Bandito.
Sorry, not while I'm in town.
Oh, you think you're the expert?
Do you know El Bandito's real name?
Benito Ureno, of course.
Do you know his last words?
"You'll never take me alive!"
-Hobbies. -Larceny, extortion, and yodeling.
-Boot size? -Trick question.
Right foot 14, EEE.
Left foot, seven, extra narrow.
-And that's why he always danced in circles. -(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING)
-Tattoos? -A skull on his bicep and bicep on his skull.
Where did he hide his stolen treasure?
(CHOMPS)
Ha! If I knew that,
do you think I would be here, selling this junk to tourists?
What do you kids think you're doing?
I hear you at the cemetery causing a ruckus.
If our defense, we were being chased by a living skeleton with swords.
You have an El Bandito problem.
El Bandito is not a problem.
He's a future registered trademark
who is going to be a goldmine for this town's tourism.
El Bandito is dangerous, and has to be stopped. By me.
For the sake of everyone in this town. And me.
I hate to do this when visitors still have money to spend,
but I want you trouble makers out of my town!
Well, it was fun while it lasted.
What you gonna do?
(BOTH GASP)
I'm not about to let this mystery of a lifetime slip away.
We're going six feet undercover.
(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING)
I hope Cookie isn't offended by this.
Nah, it's not as if we're making a mockery of death.
(WEDDING MARCH PLAYING)
Ah, newly un-deads.
So romantic!
A wedding dress, again!
Jealousy isn't becoming, Velma.
(BOTH GASPING)
BOTH: (GASP) El Bandito!
I'll take that as a compliment.
So, what's the rest of the plan?
It's time to party!
(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING)
A party in a graveyard?
The point is to de-mystify the afterlife and create a connection
between two desperate states of being.
Shh. The Mayor, quick.
Act connected to a desperate state.
(MAYOR LAUGHING)
They opened the tombs in mausoleums
only once a year for this party.
Now's our chance to actually investigate
inside El Bandito's final resting place.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(THUNDER CRACKLING)
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
(GRUNTS)
Ew, this place is filthy.
But, it is certainly contaminated with deliciousness.
(BOTH GASPING)
It's traditional to bring the spirits food offerings as gifts.
The locals are trying to appease El Bandito with goodies.
(BOTH GASP)
This is for El...
Like, sorry, Mr. El Bandito sir.
We didn't actually eat any.
However, if you want to share,
we're your guys.
Look, its El Bandito's actual sombrero, bandana and sabers.
(GRUNTING)
(ALL SHUDDERING)
Like, it's the actual El Bandito.
(SCREAMING)
-Run! -(ALL SCREAMING)
Ahhh!
(SHAGGY, SCOOBY-DOO, VELMA SCREAMING)
(EVIL LAUGH)
Like, where did he go?
Well, that was anti-climactic.
There's no handle on this door.
Like, I guess they figured no one ever needs to get out of a tomb.
We have another problem.
This place is airtight.
When there isn't enough oxygen to keep these candles lit...
There won't be enough air for us.
-(SCREAMS) -(ALL SCREAMING)
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Let us out of here!
And save some guacamole.
Guys, they can't hear us.
You're just using up more air.
Calculating this tomb's volume,
with our oxygen consumption,
we have about four minutes and 33 seconds to live.
Wow, math is no comfort in the end.
(BLOWS)
How could I think I could solve one of history's great mysteries,
and become part of El Bandito's legend.
(BLOWS)
Hmm.
Ah, Fred, trust me,
a year from now, when they reopen this tomb,
you'll become part of the legend.
A pretty gross part.
And it looks like I'll never figure out the message
Cookie came from the spirit world to tell me.
Three minutes, sixteen seconds.
(GASPS)
El Bandito's real name is Benito Ureno.
B.U.
-Huh? -Cookie's message.
His initials are B.U.
Like, "Be you."
-Be yourself. -That's a bit of a stretch.
No, it makes perfect sense.
Great Aunt Cookie would always say,
"You can teach a frog to bark, but then you've got a green dog."
What does that even mean?
It means you can't be something you're not.
Because then you're not you!
From now on, I'll be a free spirit.
And do things my own way.
Yeah, what a refreshing change of pace that'll be.
For two minutes and eight seconds.
We've gotten out of worse jams than this.
Shaggy, Scooby, your survival instincts are more honed
than any lifeforms on the planet.
Velma, science and logic are your greatest weapons.
Fred, you're the best puzzle solver I've ever known.
Between the five of us, there's nothing we can't do.
Especially get out of a small room.
Great Aunt Cookie is right.
The Fred is back on the case.
The first order of business, the door. Velma.
If we can create enough counter-pressure here and here,
with some kind of fulcrum,
we may be able to wedge it open.
How about the swords?
We're on it.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Come on, Scoob.
(GRUNTING CONTINUES)
(GASPS) Come on.
(ALL GRUNTING)
FRED: Oh, no. The air's running out.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(ALL GRUNTING)
It worked. Thanks, Cookie.
Now it's time to bring El Bandito to justice.
And I know just how to do it.
-(EL BANDITO GRUNTING) -(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
FRED: Fiesta is over for you, amigo.
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
-Now! -(SHAGGY SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
-(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) -(CRASHING)
Yoo-hoo!
SCOOBY-DOO: Mr. Bandito!
(GRUNTING)
-(GRUNTING) -(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
-Whoa! -(GRUNTS AND SCREAMS)
(MUFFLED MOAN)
(EXCLAIMING)
(GRUNTING)
-(SCREAMS) -(GRUNTS)
(VELMA SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
-(GASPS) -(EVIL LAUGH)
(FRED WHISTLING)
Say "Buenas noches."
(CRASHING)
Phew!
What is going on?
I told you kids to go.
Officers, arrest these troublemakers.
Hold on, Mayor Rogers.
It turns out your El Bandito problem
really isn't an El Bandito problem, after all.
ALL: Gustavo!
Yep, the resident El Bandito expert himself.
Gustavo studied everything about El Bandito,
to learn where his loot was hidden.
He finally figured out the secret was hidden in plain sight.
Right inside Bandito's tomb.
But the tomb was only open one night out of the year
for the Day of the Dead fiesta.
So Gustavo decided to pose as El Bandito to scare any witnesses.
So he could slip into the tomb and grab this!
An old, sweaty handkerchief?
No. An old, sweaty treasure map.
FRED: These designs represent various landmarks.
Like the fountain.
And this skull right here is where El Bandito's treasure is buried.
My plan! She was perfect! How did you know?
Maybe a little too perfect.
First, there were the boot prints we found at the cemetery.
They were two different sizes.
Just like the real El Bandito's.
Whoever was impersonating the outlaw was a stickler for El Bandito trivia.
But what brought it all together
was when I noticed that the bandana
in El Bandito's tomb
wasn't covered in dust like the sombrero,
because it had been recently replaced with a new cheap knock-off.
And I would have all that loot for myself
if it wasn't for you kids!
Meddling kids.
And you wouldn't have either, because,
(SINGING) ♪ I know something that you don't know
♪ about El Bandito ♪
What are you talking about?
The map is useless on its own.
You never figured out that his sabers
were literally the keys to his treasure.
See? The skulls on the sword hilts match the skull on the map.
You couldn't have opened the hiding spot without them.
-(CRASHING) -(GASPS)
(HATCH OPENING)
Ah!
(LAUGHING)
MAYOR ROGERS: Money, money, money. (LAUGHING)
The treasure was right under his feet the whole time.
How ironic and maddening, huh?
That's got to be really maddening.
Somewhere, Great Aunt Cookie's enjoying this.
That guy always gave me the creeps. Know what I mean?
Can we go now?
Money. (LAUGHING)
(BANG)
Well, you did it. You solved the mystery of El Bandito.
How does it feel, The Fred?
It feels the good.
(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC PLAYING)