MAN [ON TV]: Broccoli Head!
You wanted to see me, sir?
[GIGGLES]
MAN: Deliver these packages right away!
Yes, Mr. Gloobyfubby.
Mr. Klobyfein.
Gabodoglophordia.
How many times I gotta tell you?
Gabodoglophordia.
[SPEAKING IN GIBBERISH]
[LAUGHING]
- Huh? - Bed time, Arthur.
Nighty night, Daphne.
You're the bestest baby-sitter ever.
Mwah.
[GROWLS]
[FLUTE PLAYING EERIE MUSIC]
Huh?
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
That's odd. Who'd be playing a pan flute at this hour?
[CRASHING UPSTAIRS]
Arthur, are you all ri...? Aah!
[GROWLING]
[DAPHNE SCREAMING]
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SCOOBY: Scooby-Dooby-Doo.
DAPHNE: I just can't understand what got into Arthur last night.
One second, he's as sweet as can be. And the next, he's trying to kill me.
- Maybe he had too much sugar. - Sugar doesn't make you grow fangs.
Ha, ha. Good.
Because if there's one thing I love, it's sugar.
Me too.
Delicious.
Ha. Like, you said it, Scoob, delicious.
Shaggy, you promised me you weren't going to use the word "like" so much.
It makes you sound ignorant.
- Huh? - Oh, right.
Like, um, I forgot.
Oh, sorry.
We're a few blocks from Arthur's house. Can we stop by and see how he's doing?
Sure. We're not gonna miss anything at school.
Ah! Oh, wait. I forgot about Civics class.
I'm flunking out.
Coach says if I don't pass, I'm off the team.
Hey, I'm great at Civics. I could tutor you.
I could come over and, you know, help you study.
Just you and me.
Alone.
Gee, Daph, thanks, but my dad already hired a tutor.
I'm supposed to meet her in the library.
- Her? - Yeah, a senior.
Dad said she's brilliant.
FRED: Whoa, look at this.
Like, where is everyone going? Oops. Sorry.
DAPHNE: Wait.
Mr. and Mrs. Baywosenthal, what's going on?
How's Arthur?
[GROWLING]
Any other questions?
- Jinkies, the whole block's leaving. JONES: And a good thing too.
Who knows what these kids are capable of?
- Kids? You mean...? - Afraid so.
Every child on this block has become inexplicably spookified.
- Spookified? - Spookified?
Goodbye, Tiffany.
[GROWLING]
MOTHER: Okay. Don't forget to brush!
They can't just leave all the kids.
They'll be fine. We'll air drop in some freeze-dried camp food.
Just because they're spookified doesn't mean they can't reconstitute macaroni.
Any idea what caused this, sheriff?
We're not really sure, but it may have something to do with this.
- Isn't that creepy? - Like, I'll say.
Ouch. You're bruising my kidney.
This thing shows up, plays its creepy flute, and all the kids are all, uh...
ALL: Spookified.
Well, gang, looks like we've got another mystery on our hands.
But, Dad...
Oh, no. No, no, no.
Uh-uh. Absolutely no mystery solving.
We've got one heck of a monster here.
I smell tourists, T-shirts, concerts, chachkies.
- In. - But, Dad, we can help.
You can help by not flunking Civics.
I'll drive you back school.
[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]
[BELCHES]
Time for dessert.
- Like, mind bringing me back some too? - Okey-dokey.
Oops. I said "like" again, didn't I?
Oh, boy, I'm sorry.
I just can't help it.
Here. Put this rubber band around your wrist.
Every time you say the word "like," snap it. Hard.
- Um, but that will hurt. - That's the point.
Here. Pick out a new pair of pants.
What's wrong with my pants?
You promised you were gonna start caring about your appearance.
But I like these pants.
- You've worn them since the eighth grade. - They're comfortable pants.
Fine. I'll pick them out for you myself.
Like, what is wrong with her? Oops.
[ELASTIC SNAPS THEN SHAGGY YELLS]
- I wonder which one is my tutor? - Me too.
GIRL: Fred Jones Jr. BOTH: Huh?
GIRL: Down here.
I'm Mary Anne Gleerdon, your tutor.
You? You're the brilliant senior?
I have an IQ of 195.
I should actually be in college. But my parents want me...
to spend a few weeks in high school to help develop social skills.
[HACKING]
BOTH: Ugh.
You're good at Civics, huh?
It's my passion. That's how I met your father, the mayor.
I asked to be appointed to the city council.
I have some brilliant ideas on how to run this city more efficiently.
But he said I was too young.
[HACKING]
Come, Frederick. We have a lot of work to do.
- Whoa! - Have a good time, Frederick.
- Unh! - I'm so sorry.
No, it's my fault. I was not looking where my eyes were going.
You're that new exchange teacher.
Yes. Dr. Ruiz D. Portillo.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
I must prepare my lecture on South American Indigenous Mythology.
Oh, Dr. Portillo, your book.
PORTILLO: That is none of your business.
[PORTILLO GRUMBLES]
Hmm.
[CREATURE GROWLING]
[CAT SCREECHES]
[GROWLING]
[PLAYING EERIE MUSIC]
[PEOPLE GASP]
MAN: It's happening again.
[CHILDREN GROWLING]
[LAUGHING]
[SIREN WAILS]
Looks like the creepy flute player struck again last night.
How do you like your new pants?
- Um, they're a little tight. - That's the style. You look great.
I sort of feel like a sausage.
More parents are leaving.
At this rate, Crystal Cove will be a town of nothing but spookified kids.
Hey, what's with the pants?
[GIGGLES]
This is the location of the most recent attack by the creature...
that's been spookifying the children of Crystal Cove.
Velma, sweetheart, how are you?
Sheriff, they're back.
Mom, please. We just wanted to see what was happening.
There's nothing to see. Not unless you're paying.
Now get to school, darling.
All of you.
Be an angel and take one of these and wear it around school.
Oh, and if anyone asks, they're $15.
We've got to find out what this thing is and where it comes from.
And I think I know who can help.
- Hey, how much is...? - Fifteen.
Dr. Portillo?
Hmm. He must be teaching a class.
Like, what kind of stuff does this dude teach anyway? Oops.
Ow!
[SCOOBY GIGGLES]
What are you doing in my office, a personal, private space?
Dr. Portillo, it's important that we talk to you. Do you recognize this creature?
Yes.
It is Que Horrifico.
Who's Que Horrifico?
A mythological creature.
FRED: Hey, cool blow gun.
What size dart do you use? I prefer a 3-centimeter with combed beaver bristles.
Fred, that's not a blow gun. It's a pan flute.
So you are saying because I have a pan flute, I am the creature? Ha, ha.
This pan flute is for recreational purposes, I assure you.
Oh, how dare you accuse me.
- No one's accusing you of anything. - We just wanna find out about this thing.
I don't know what's wrong. Where are my manners?
Yes, of course I can help you.
I gave a lecture on Que Horrifico to my honors class a few weeks ago.
I'll get the slides. They're in color.
PORTILLO: The peoples have long told the tale of Que Horrifico.
A normal man by day, but every night at sundown...
he changes into Que Horrifico.
He roams through the villages...
and plays his song of mystery on a pan flute...
turning the childrens into Terropogados!
[ALL GASP]
- In America, we call it getting spookified. - That's good to know. Thank you.
The childrens become his servants of evil.
Eventually, he takes them to his spooky town or cave or something.
There's a lot of debate on that. Who can say?
Well, that's really all I know.
[YAWNS]
Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm going home to rest.
I haven't slept well these last two nights.
Gang, I know this sounds crazy, but...
- Hey, how much is...? - Fifteen.
But what if Dr Portillo is Que Horrifico?
He has the pan flute, the blankets.
He said he hasn't been sleeping well the past two nights, and he has an accent.
I say we keep a close eye on Dr. Portillo.
MARY ANNE: Fred Jones Jr.
You were supposed to meet me in the library for your Civics tutoring.
[HACKS]
Mary Anne, I can't. I have something important I need to do.
What could possibly be more important than Civics?
VELMA: That's Portillo's house.
I got the address off the school computer.
Okay, gang. Come on.
[GROANING]
Wait up, I can't sneak in these pants.
[SIGHS]
SHAGGY: Is he in there? - Shaggy, get down. He'll see you.
- My legs won't bend. - Down.
Whoa, whoa! Whoa!
So you do think I am Que Horrifico.
Well, I am beginning to agree.
Perhaps you can help.
Wow, these chains are fantastic. Who's your chain guy? I want his number.
Wouldn't you know if you were Que Horrifico?
The transformation may be so totally complete...
that I don't remember it the next day. Like after you've had too much fudge.
[GULPS]
- The moon is up. - Now what?
We wait.
[CLOCK TICKING]
Delivery for Mrs. Foofynibbleyitz.
No, no. It's Fafincabibbleplutz.
[SPEAKING IN GIBBERISH]
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Now that's comedy.
Oh, no. I think... I think it's happening.
Oh, no. It's happening. It's happening.
Aah! Here it comes! I'm so scared! Oh, I'm so scared!
Here it comes! Oh!
[GURGLES]
No. It's just gas.
[BOTH SIGH]
[FRED SIGHS THEN CRASH OUTSIDE]
[FLUTE PLAYING EERIE MUSIC]
[PARENTS WHIMPERING]
[CHILDREN GROWLING]
It's Que Horrifico. He's back.
[LAUGHS]
Well, at least we know it's not Dr. Portillo.
I'm not the weirdo? Whoop-dee-doo! Yay for me!
We're gonna catch that thing.
Like, how do you know that?
[SHAGGY WHIMPERS]
Because I'm gonna build a trap.
[BOY PANTING]
Jinkies, kids have taken over Crystal Cove.
[CHILDREN GROWLING]
Yeah. Like, this whole neighborhood's been spookified.
Yeah, but not this house. It's been for rent for a year.
A fully furnished three-bedroom, two-bath charmer with upgraded appliances.
Perfect for a couple just starting out.
Not when I'm done with it.
- But why would Que Horrifico come here? - He wouldn't.
Unless there was a new family with kids moving in.
But who'd be dumb enough to do that?
Oh, my. Don't our two young children seem to be having a wonderful time?
Oh, how humiliating.
At least I'm out of those tight pants.
[SIGHS]
- Ah. This is nice. - Watch it, Daphne.
Remember, we're married. Don't look so happy.
- It's almost sunset. We better get inside. - Right.
Come, two young children. It's bedtime.
Grandma is gonna tell you a story.
Oh, goody.
[SHAGGY & SCOOBY HUMMING]
Quick, get upstairs.
Aren't you gonna tell us a story?
Yes. The end. Now: Shh.
[FLUTE PLAYING EERIE MUSIC]
SHAGGY: Like, I don't want to be spookified.
[ELASTIC SNAPS THEN SHAGGY GROANS]
SHAGGY: Thanks, Scoob. SCOOBY: You're welcome, Shaggy.
[FLUTE PLAYING EERIE MUSIC]
There it is. Come on. Come on. Just a little closer.
Say hello to Mr. Trap.
Ha, ha! Got him.
[QUE HORRIFICO GRUNTING]
[PLAYING EERIE MUSIC]
[CHILDREN GROANING]
[QUE HORRIFICO GROWLS]
This town's ours now. Get them!
[CHILDREN GROWLING]
[GRUNTING]
[GROWLING]
[FRED GRUNTING]
[DAPHNE GRUNTS]
[ALL WHIMPERING]
[DAPHNE SCREAMS]
[CHILDREN GROWLING]
[SHAGGY YELLING]
[ALL YELLING]
SCOOBY: Help!
[WHIMPERING]
- No! - Shaggy?
[ALL SCREAM]
[WHIMPERING]
[SHAGGY GRUNTS]
[WHIMPERING]
[BANGING ON DOOR]
[BOTH WHIMPERING]
[ALL GASP]
[BANGING ON DOOR]
[VELMA YELLS]
[CHILDREN GROWLING]
Daphne, Velma, over here. Get behind me.
[CHILDREN GROWLING]
I never thought it would end this way. Goodbye, Scooby-Doo.
Goodbye, Shaggy. You were a dog's best friend.
[CHILDREN GROWLING]
Delivery for Mr. Sundersooblesabbybubblemelon.
MAN: No, no, no. ALL: Huh?
[ALL LAUGHING]
MAN: Open your grotesque ears, you ignorant green-skinned, growth of a man.
Now I'm going to say it once again very, very slowly.
It's Gabodoglophordia.
Gobbleyfiegabbleyooo.
[ALL LAUGHING]
What are you doing? Attack them!
In a minute. We wanna watch this.
Fools. You're ruining everything.
FRED: Get him, gang.
[SIREN WAILING]
[QUE HORRIFICO GRUNTS]
What in the name of whole wheat toast is going on?
We got him, Dad.
You mean her.
ALL: Mary Anne Gleerdon?
Your tutor? But why?
I was trying to scare all the adults out of Crystal Cove...
so I could run this city my way.
[MARY ANNE HACKS]
I told you. I have brilliant ideas.
With all the adults gone, there'd be no one to stand in my way.
I learned about the legend of Que Horrifico in Portillo's honors class.
It was the perfect solution.
I used the high school's theater department for my costume.
I went to every kindergarten and elementary school in the city...
to convince the children to pretend to be spookified.
In return, I offered them utopia.
When that didn't work, I offered them candy.
Whenever children heard me playing the flute, that was their signal...
to put on their fake hair and fangs and commence spookification.
I almost had the whole town cleared of adults.
I would have too if it weren't for you committo boys quod puella.
ALL: Huh?
Ah. Loosely translated it means "meddlesome kids" in Latin.
I'm going home. I miss my mom and dad.
BOY: Bye. GIRL: See you.
By the way, this was lame.
Wait, you're taking me to jail?
But I'm just a kid.
You know how many boxes we're stuck with of Que Horrifico T-shirts...
Que Horrifico pan flutes, Que Horrifico dance CDs, Que Horrifico...
Okay, okay. I see your point.
Congratulations, babies. Another mystery solved.
Huh?
[PLAYING MUSIC]
[GROWLING]
- Aah! - Got you, Scoob.
Uh, I'm not scared of you.
I'm scared of him.
[FLUTE PLAYING EERIE MUSIC]
Like, Que Horrifico. He's back.
No, it's just me.
I have come to thank you with a pan flute concert.
[PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC]
Velma, I want you to take these back.
But...
It's time you knew.
Shaggy likes baggy.
[GIGGLES]
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