Uh, kids, do you wanna help with the tent?
-BOTH: Nah. -(DEVICES PINGING)
Come on! Put those things away.
We're out here camping to appreciate the beauty of nature.
-But we're playing Virtual Camping 3. -(PINGING)
Yeah, and we've been desensitized to the beauty of nature.
But you're missing stuff like this majestic tree.
(GAME MUSIC)
Yes, the majestic tree level!
-How about that soaring eagle. It's soaring! -(SCREECHING)
(EXPLOSION)
Does it drop acorn bombs?
We've been desensitized to soaring.
We need acorn bombs to hold our attention.
Okay, how about...
A Viking ghost with a huge battleaxe!
-(PINGING) -How big is the ax?
We've been desensitized to Norse weaponry under three feet long.
(THUD)
(SCREAMING)
MOTHER: Get in the car!
(SCREAMING)
(SNARLING)
(SCREAMING)
(SNARLING)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
SCOOBY-DOO: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
(GASPS) Beans in a can!
Oh! Like, I love camping!
It transforms food you never normally choose to eat
into the most delectable five-star meal.
-Hey! -Huh?
We were about to enjoy that exotic delicacy!
Guys, we're in the wilderness.
Nature provides the best freshest delicacies you'd ever want!
Plump juicy blackberries, huge hazelnuts,
fresh salmon from the stream with wild asparagus,
cooked spring dandelions, steamed kudzu,
-ripe gooseberries and pine needle tea. -(GUSHING)
Talk about five-star meal!
We'd like a reservation for two, please.
Ah, what are your specials?
You don't need a reservation. Just get in touch with your inner hunter-gatherer.
And the world is your supermarket.
He's right. We can do this, Scoob.
Let's forage.
See? Camping is a chance to hone in on our natural instincts.
Out here, it's survival of the fittest.
Predator and prey. Mystery solver and mystery solvee.
Fred, do you really, actually see all human activity
as an opportunity to enhance one's mystery solving skills?
Or are you just being silly to annoy me?
Speaking of which...
What? When I was a little girl, I dreamed of being a nature ranger.
But Mother wouldn't allow it.
She said the outdoors is just a giant bathroom that wants to eat you.
Wise woman.
While we're here, I plan on earning
every official nature ranger skill patch, unofficially.
And pretend to fulfill my childhood dream.
That is inspiring.
I just earned my I Wanna Earn All The Nature Ranger Patches patch.
-Camp inspection! -(GASPING)
Camp inspection?
Citation for being unprepared for camp inspection.
-But... But... -I'm Ranger Mark.
Your job is to know the rules.
No wandering off the path, no loud music,
no music which I personally don't like, etcetera and so forth.
Don't worry. We've nothing but respect for nature.
And rules. I love rules.
I even love the word "rules."
Rules! Yeah!
I hope so.
In my forest, nature disrespecters and rule breakers
end up in one place.
Forest jail.
-There's a forest jail? -RANGER MARK: Citation.
The last people here left a huge mess
and blamed it on Viking ghosts.
Vikings? Here?
Sounds like a mystery to me.
The only mystery you need to worry about is where to find a good forest lawyer
when you end up in forest jail.
So, follow the rules and remember...
-(GASPING) -My citation finger is twitchy.
Wait, how do we tell what is food and what isn't food?
Uh, we'll want to eat food.
Huh! Berries of some kind.
Like, I love berries-of-some-kind.
(ROARING)
(GROWLING)
BOTH: Bear! (SCREAMING)
-(THUD) -(GRUNTING)
(SNARLING)
BOTH: Viking ghosts!
(BOTH WHIMPERING)
-(ROARING) -(SHAGGY SCREAMING)
Now that the campsite's finished,
we can focus our natural instincts on the Viking ghost mystery.
Speaking of which...
How long before Shaggy and Scooby come running screaming back to the campsite?
Oh, Velma! Ye of little faith.
Should be in another two minutes.
Sounds about right.
-(DISTANT SCREAMING) -They're early.
My instincts tell me something must be wrong.
(SCREAMING)
(ROARING)
Okay, now my instincts are saying, fight or flight.
BOTH: Flight!
Flight, it is.
(ROARING)
-(YELPS) -Shh.
Phew!
(MUFFLED YELP)
(TAKES BREATH)
(WINCES)
(MUFFLED YELP)
(GRUNTING)
On three...
One, two, three.
-(ALL YELPING) -(SNEEZING)
Vikings! It's amazing.
This could change how world history is taught.
Like, only Velma can get chased by an ax-wielding specter
and focus on how it affects school!
I wonder if being chased by a ghost
earns me a nature ranger Ghost Story patch?
I'm gonna say yes.
Okay, gang, we need to marshal all our natural instincts.
To solve a wilderness mystery, we must become predators,
and clues are prey.
We must have total command of our environment.
See? Cat-like reflexes.
-Oh! -(ALL GRUNTING)
-(ALL SCREAMING) -(CRASH)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
Ow! Fred, you do know what a cat is, right?
Sorry.
I wonder if you wouldn't mind too terribly getting off us?
-(GRUNTING) -Are you okay?
We didn't see you.
Well, we were hiding, doing a little bird watching.
I'm Donald and this is Edith.
We love bird watching.
Yeah, see, we love birds and we also love watching things.
So, bird watching really combines the best of both worlds.
-(BOTH LAUGHING) -DAPHNE: Ooh!
I can earn my Seeing A Bird With Your Eyes nature ranger patch.
One tufted hookbill should do it.
Oh, you'll never see any tufted hookbills this time of year.
Have you guys noticed anything strange?
I don't think so.
You should ask those archeologists down the way.
Making all that noise. Scaring away all the birds.
Like how we've scared away all the birds here.
Come along, dear.
There's nothing for us here anymore.
(FLAPPING)
No birds, no watching.
(FLAPPING)
Archeologists, huh?
My gut's saying Viking settlements.
Good call, Velma.
You see? Nature has brought our instincts to the fore.
Sharpened them.
It's all about attuning yourself with the environment.
Come on, gang. Like this, become one with nature.
(SNARLING)
(SCREAMING)
Like, he's about to make us become two with ourselves.
(ROARING)
(GROWLING)
-(GRUNTING) -(SCREAMING)
Like, run, before he thinks to swing in the middle!
(GROWLING)
Into the forest!
-(SNARLING) -(WHIMPERING)
-(GROWLING) -(SWORDS SLASHING)
(GRUNTING)
-(WHIMPERING) -(VIKINGS GRUNTING)
-(SCREAMING) -(CRASH)
(VIKINGS ROARING)
(WHIMPERING)
(GROWLING)
(GRUNTING)
(GUITAR STRUMMING)
Oh, hey, guys.
You saw my flier.
Guitarist seeks hipsters to join indie folk band.
You're perfect!
How do you get your beard so authentically hip?
Huh? Argh!
You play drums. You play banjo.
And you just clap your hands and kind of roar in a confused way.
-Huh? -Perfect.
A one and a two and a...
♪ Sincere emotions
♪ So much feelings
♪ Old timey America
-Clap break! -(CLAPS)
♪ And we all love each other ♪
And we all stomp our feet.
(STOMPING)
And we're done. Great set, guys.
I love your music.
Wow! A big time record exec.
Sign here.
-Now we've got a record deal! -(GRUNTING)
Man, you've changed.
It used to be about the music.
Now you're throwing tantrums, he wants song writing credits
and he's letting his girlfriend break up the band.
You're better than them.
(SNARLING)
That's it, I'm going solo.
I love your new sound. Hmm!
(SIGHING)
(STRUMS BANJO)
-(SNARLING) -(CRUNCHING)
(GROWLING)
(PANTING)
Why, do you think we ditched the rest of the band?
You'll speak through lawyers.
We need to find our way back to the hiking trails.
No wonder Ranger Mark warned us not to go off them.
If no one is supposed to go off the path,
then my heightened senses tell me the tracks are out of place.
They look like...
No, let me.
I need to earn my I Know What Those Tracks Are patch.
(SNIFFING)
Hmm.
Mmm-hmm.
DAPHNE: Mmm-hmm.
These tracks were made... By a truck!
Obviously!
Sure. In hindsight, obviously.
I eat dirt, I get the patch.
The point is tire tracks in a restricted area could be a clue.
(SNIFFING)
Well, my keen instincts, which are getting keenier by the second,
say we should talk to those archeologists.
"Keenier"?
The keeniest. (GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Are you here with our dig permit?
No, sorry. Nature herself led us here.
And Viking ghosts themselves.
You've seen them, too? Fantastic!
More proof for our research.
What research is that?
We found genuine centuries old Viking rune stones buried here.
Unfortunately, while we've been waiting for our dig permit,
all our grant money ran out.
We've been eating moss.
Mmm, moss.
So, uh, you got any extra moss?
-No. -(BOTH SIGHING)
Can we see these rune stones?
Sure, they're over there.
These do look like authentic runes.
Perfect. Then this is where the Vikings come from.
The first step of hunting, locate your prey.
The second step of hunting... Hunt them.
Isn't locating your prey and hunt them part of the same process?
Ha! Only to someone with less keeny instincts.
(GROANS)
-(BIRD CHIRPING) -(GASPING)
That's a tufted hookbill!
The Seeing A Bird With Your Eyes nature ranger patch is mine!
-(BIRDS CHIRPING) -Whoa, another one.
-Uh, okay, guys. Thanks, but I only need one patch. -(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Huh! I thought there weren't any hookbills around this time of year.
It is so a tufted hookbill.
The patch is mine.
I was only pointing out.
Stop messing with my dream, woman!
Hey, where did Shaggy and Scooby go?
(SNIFFING)
Think this is okay to eat?
(SNIFFS) Uh, let's ask the bear.
(GULPING)
Bear again! (SCREAMING)
(THUD)
BOTH: Viking ghosts again!
(ROARING)
BOTH: (SCREAMING) Tufted hookbills? This time of year?
Right? That's what I was saying.
-(ROARING) -(WHIMPERING)
-(ROARING) -(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(ROARING)
(SCREAMING)
(THUDDING)
-(SCREAMING) -(SPLASH)
-(CLANGING) -(SPLASH)
(GASPING)
(ROARING)
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)
(SPLASH)
(ROARING)
ALL: Whoa!
(SPLASH)
(COUGHING)
It looks like we got away, for now.
-(GASPING) -But you're not getting away
from the long arm of natural law.
Illegally chopping down a tree.
Illegally riding down a river.
And illegally crashing.
Even worse, I didn't personally care
for the music playing while it happened.
But it wasn't our fault! There were these Vikings and...
Oh, here we go with more Vikings.
Tell it to the forest judge.
You're going to forest jail!
(GASPING)
-(HARMONICA PLAYING) -(CLANGING)
I'll say it.
Forest jail, it's not half as fun as it sounded.
I'm sorry, gang.
I thought camping would hone our instincts and make us better mystery solvers,
not get us thrown into forest jail.
Plus, we've all turned 18.
So, we'll be tried as forest adults.
(SIGHS) Well, game over.
There are no nature ranger patches you could pretend to earn in a jail cell.
And Scoob and I failed at foraging, hunting
and/or gathering food of any kind.
And this harmonica is E-flat.
(SNIFFING)
Hey, have you picked up a scent, Scoob?
I smell...
Find sandwich.
Scooby! (LAUGHS) You did it.
-You foraged. -I'm a rugged individualist.
What's this?
It's the excavation permit the archeologists were waiting for.
(CRASH)
This would've given them permission to dig days ago.
-(CRASHING) -This is all starting to make sense.
-We've to get out of forest jail. Hold on, Scoob... -(GRUNTING)
I have a plan.
(GROWLING)
(SNIFFING AND GROWLING)
Like, wouldn't this plan work with only half a sandwich?
(GROWLS)
And isn't the real mystery here,
why someone threw away a perfectly good ham on rye?
-Yes. -ALL: Shaggy!
Mmm?
-I don't think this is... -(ROARING)
(ROARING)
...working!
ALL: Give it the sandwich!
(CHEWING LOUDLY)
But I foraged.
You did great, Scoob. But we've got Vikings to catch.
Look, Scoob, an excavation permit.
Oh, yes, we better deliver it.
Good thinking.
We'll march right over to the archeologists' camp
and tell them they can start digging.
FRED: All right, guys. When the Vikings take the bait,
you and Scoob lead them this way through my gauntlet of traps.
I don't know, Fred. That's an awful lot of traps.
Exactly. They'll never see it coming.
Unless they come from the other direction!
-(ROARS) -(SCREAMS) Run!
-(WHIMPERING) -(THUDDING)
(SCREAMING)
(ROARING)
(YELPS)
(GRUNTING)
(GASPING)
-(SCREAMING) -(GRUNTING)
I think you may have overdone it, Fred.
We know where the traps are. Oh...
They don't stand a chance.
-(GRUNTING) -(CLANKING)
(SNARLING)
-(SNAPPING) -(CRASH)
(GROANING)
-(THUD) -(WINCING)
Ouch!
(RUMBLING)
(VIKINGS GROANING)
-Now who overdid it? -Still you!
Way you... What were you thinking?
I wasn't. It was instincts.
The keeniest.
Good work, kids... I think.
-What's going on here again? -Well, first, Vikings.
But then not Vikings.
ALL: In no particular order.
ALL: Ranger Mark, Donald and Edith?
I can explain everything.
Wait, Velma. Would you mind if I...
-Um, actually, I kind of wanted... -Thank you.
Ahem.
Donald and Edith are actually
loggers who paid off Ranger Mark to illegally log in the forest.
But when the archeologists found the runes close to where they were logging,
they could no longer continue their operation in secret.
They decided to dress like Viking ghosts to scare off the researchers
and anyone else who got too close.
It was clear from the truck tracks that
someone was illegally driving heavy equipment vehicles in the forest.
And we realized Edith and Donald weren't real bird watchers
when we found all those tufted hookbills they claimed didn't exist
in order to get us to leave.
The final piece was the excavation permit
which Ranger Mark threw out to prevent the archeologists from continuing their work.
Proving his involvement.
I did it! I earned my Recapping A Mystery patch.
That's the last, if not the most strangely convenient, one of all.
I'm officially a non-official nature ranger.
In your face, fake Viking logger crooks!
And we'd have gotten away with it, too,
if you meddling kids weren't so excited to eat food out of the trash.
I'll live with that.
Yes! We can finally get our grant money
and only eat moss because we like it.
Well, Fred, I guess your keeny instincts
were right about this camping trip after all.
Uh, the more I think about it,
this was pretty much just like any other mystery. Except in the woods.
Yeah, I know. I was humoring you.
I'm just glad we can finally trust our real instincts
and eat all the food we brought with us.
Uh-oh.
Ah!
Hmm?
-(BEAR GROWLING) -(NERVOUS LAUGH)
Beans in a can?
(SNIFFING)
(CRASH)
(CHOMPING)
-Scooby Dooby... -(ROARS)