Previously on Mystery Incorporated...
Damnation! That's it!
Come back here. I got a double barrel surprise for you.
Look who decided to wake up.
Nova...
All my best *** buddies were interesting in some females.
They're doing a smackdown on the cheese buffet.
I guess I secretly hoped you guys might not try to steal the pieces from us.
Don't expect me home for dinner.
And we're taking Nova with us, too.
Let's see what it looks like.
The whole planispheric disc!
These children are proving hard to handle.
We must find another way.
Our office!
What happened?
No idea. Some mystery.
Good thing nobody was inside. Somebody could have gotten real hurt.
How's the lemonade?
Honey, the lemonade?
Oh, what do you want me to say?
Tastes like lemonade.
Why are you always sniffing around for validation?
I'm drinking it, ain't I?
Hmph!
Shh! Shh!
Don't you shush me. I was...
- No. Shush shush. - Huh?
Something's out there.
Sounds like the cows are restless.
Martha, we ain't run cattle on this farm for 25 years.
Huh? What? What happened to the lights?
Either your sisters just showed up,
or these are the ugliest cows I ever seen.
It's some kind of horrible herd.
- Aah! - Run!
Climb, Martha. Climb for your life.
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Scooby-Dooby Doo!
Here you go. This is the last plate
of our world famous floor scraps from the grave.
Enjoy.
Here, Nova, my love.
I want you to have the first bite.
Hee hee hee.
I just love the way you consume.
So, like, I don't understand.
The planispheric disk led us to dig up this crazy old flintlock.
Does that mean this is the treasure?
No.
It might be worth a little something
as an antique,
but the cursed treasure of Crystal Cove
is supposed to be immense beyond all imagining.
Like love.
Here's your cheese platter of the forever undead.
It's all we had left.
Excuse me,
but this Port Salut is not from Brittany.
And this Cotswold Double Gloucester
is well past its prime.
Sorry, but we're out of food.
In fact, we're down to selling food
from the dumpsters of other restaurants.
What? Why?
Another of the local farms has been mysteriously destroyed.
The fifth this week.
It's really messing with our food deliveries.
Mysteriously destroyed?
You!
Farmer.
Dog.
Lock up any innocent animals lately?
Like, ok, you two, we know you've got history,
but go easy on the animosity there.
Remember, your girlfriend is watching, Scoob.
You're right. Sorry, Nova.
Ahh.
I just love the way she rolls in the dirt.
Excuse me, Mr. farmer.
What happened to your farm?
Farm? I ain't got no farm.
It's gone, all of it.
That horrible herd ate everything except the silo.
Martha, we are leaving.
Like, did I just heard you say hear?
I mean, uh, ha ha ha,
hear you say herd.
- Herd of what? - Skull cattle.
Ugliest darn things.
Guys, look at these weird hoof prints.
They don't make any sense.
If you really want to get all nosy about it,
you should talk to the other farmers in the area.
The herd paid them a visit, too.
So you're saying that this herd of skull cattle
also destroyed your farms?
What's the matter with you?
You got potatoes in your ears, huh?
Huh?
Nope, not today.
I once had luminescent swamp moss stuffed in my ears
when I was trapping toads as a baby.
But it came out...
Eventually.
Aye.
Please, go on.
Like a plague of locusts they was.
Coming out of the night, they devoured everything in their path.
I reckon she's right.
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Yeah, dog? You've got a question?
I do. What's to eat around here?
My girlfriend Nova's hungry.
Like, shaggy is, too.
We got crackers and crackers.
Anything else to add a little, I don't know, flavor?
We found this here sweet cheesy stuff on the road
after them skull cattle went by.
Road kill sweet cheese?
That is just...
Beyond disgusting.
Mmm.
Speak for yourself. It's sweet cheese-errific.
It's some kind of aged honey cheese.
Can you give us any other details, any other clues?
Yeah. Just before that horrible herd of skull cattle attacked,
- the ground started to... - Shake.
What in tarnation?
Huh?
Like, I hope this is a coincidence.
I don't think so. Come on!
It's the horrible herd.
Time to go.
Freddy, drive faster.
Faster!
Aah!
- Freddy. - Everybody hang on.
Daph, hit the boosters.
Heh heh heh.
Nova, just let me know if you need anything.
I want you to think of this as your home.
Like, Scooby-Doo, old pal,
we're doing the "gather around behind Velma
while she researches stuff" thing.
Care to join us?
Mwah.
I mapped all the attacks on all the farms in the area,
and look, they create an outline of a magnifying glass
just like the one the old Mystery Incorporated used as their symbol.
It's centered around Destroido.
Cute little moo cows turned into horrible monsters.
There's only one mind evil enough to come up with something like that.
Professor Pericles.
Velma, is there anyway we can spy on the old Mystery Incorporated?
Didn't you say hot dog water hooked us up somehow at Destroido?
I almost forgot.
Hot dog water left us a back door
into the Destroido security system
when she was there stealing the planispheric disk pieces.
Can you get more volume?
You have gone too far this time, Pericles.
Too far!
This macabre herd of skull cattle you've created
is costing millions of Destroido's money.
My money.
And I currently have 28 of my best scientists
listed as presumed missing.
No, no! Aah!
Make that 29.
Ricky, one cannot make a genius omelet
without breaking a few worthless eggs.
Right, Brad and Judy?
You said it, Professor Pericles.
He's a genius, right, Brad?
He sure is, Judy. He sure is.
And make no mistake, Ricky,
I will break any egg that gets in my way...
Ed Machine, Cassidy Williams, or perhaps even you.
My herd of skull cattle is perfect in every way.
I have crossbred cows, piranhas, and bees
to create ultimate monsters.
And I'm their master.
My precious creations exist for one purpose...
to devour Crystal Cove.
My herd of male drones
shall level this city to the ground,
leaving nowhere for the Mystery kinder
to hide the planispheric disk.
Like, he's gonna destroy Crystal Cove.
Come on, gang. We have to warn the town.
Oh, Janet Mayor Nettles.
This is so amazing.
I just learned how to make a sombrero out of bacon.
And here I thought these couple's cooking classes
were gonna be Lame-O-Roma city.
Oh, the sparkle of this oily fat
really brings out your eyes.
And your lips.
Oh, Bronson. Kiss me.
Mayor Nettles, we have terrible news.
A herd of carnivorous genetically engineered skull cattle
is going to eat Crystal Cove.
Like, we have to evacuate the town.
Now.
Mmm. Is that a bacon sombrero?
Yummy.
Keep your paws
off the maple-cured head gear, talking dog.
Now, what is all this nonsense about?
Skull cattle? Please.
There's no such thing.
And no such things can't eat towns.
Sheriff, come quick.
A herd of skull cattle are eating the town.
Mm-hmm.
Of course, I've been wrong about these things before.
Look, the herd is destroying all the roads.
Gang, this is all our fault.
Isn't it always?
Maybe we should just give Pericles
the planispheric disk.
Like, no way.
A treasure beyond all imagining
in the clutches of an evil psychotic parrot?
Would be devastating on a global scale.
Shaggy's right.
There has to be another way.
Well, you Mystery dorks better decide quick
because those nasty cow thingies
sealed off the town completely.
Soon Crystal Cove will cease to exist
and the planispheric disk shall be mine.
Then no one will ever stand in my way again.
All the roads leading in and out of the city
have been eaten.
They're cutting us off.
Perhaps as a species our time is over.
It's evolution, people.
We should all submit to the herd.
I think I'll see if they're hiring any sheriffs.
Bronson, although I find your immediate surrender oddly endearing,
you're not going anywhere.
Kids, there must be a way to stop these things.
I think I have it.
It's all the little pieces, all the clues.
Especially the fact that Professor Pericles
referred to all the skull cattle as male drones.
And then there's the sweet cheese.
I think I see where you're going with this, Daph.
If Scooby and I can eat all that honey sweet cheese,
those things will starve and we'll save the town.
Count me in.
I'm ready to eat my way to victory.
That's not what I was thinking.
They're like bees.
The herd is all male drones.
So there must be a queen in the cow hive at Destroido.
Daphne, that's so genius I should have thought of it.
They'll be totally protective of their queen.
If we could capture the queen cow...
We could use her to lead the herd away from the town.
Saving Crystal Cove.
I don't know. I don't know.
I think my plan of letting the herd enslave humanity
is pretty darn good.
My fake father mayor dad,
used to keep a helicopter here at city hall.
I still have it. Quick, it's our only chance.
Jump in, kids.
I flew Black Hawks during my time in the air force.
Mind if I play co-pilot?
And I literally mean play
because I have no idea how to fly a helicopter.
Oh, Bronson. You can be my co-pilot any day.
Mmm.
Can you two cut it out?
Besides, we have a town to save.
They're getting away, Professor Pericles.
What should we do?
For the moment, nothing.
The kinder do not have the planispheric disk with them.
They have hidden it somewhere below.
Mayor Nettles, over there.
I think that's the entrance to the cow hive.
All right, gang, our one chance is to get in,
find her, and trap her in a trap that will make history.
No one's ever trapped a cow that was also a queen
that was also a bee and a piranha.
Now, go, go, go.
Here, use these smoke guns.
Nice, Freddy.
Like for bees only bigger.
Daph, you holding that industrial-size smoke gun,
it's... it's...
Yes?
It makes your unusually large hands
look really small for once.
I like it.
Oh, Freddy.
Thanks for the warning, Nova.
Come on, let's keep moving.
Let's trap us a queen cow bee piranha monster thingy.
Ok, shag, Scoob, the trap is all set.
Bring her this way.
How come we always get the hard part?
Like, I think they're just jealous of our good looks.
Good point. Let's do this.
Yoo-hoo!
Aah!
Good girl, Nova.
Run, Scoob!
Heads up!
- Now! - Aah!
We got her. Lift her up, mayor.
It's working.
The herd is abandoning its attack on Crystal Cove
and is coming to protect their queen.
They are ruining my genius plan.
Brad, Julie, launch the missile.
Really? What did that cost?
We have a missile?
Yes, we have a missile,
you pudding face dummkopf.
Now fire it.
Huh?
Incoming!
Nova, hang on.
Nova!
Aah!
We've got to cut the queen loose.
Nova.
She can't be gone.
Don't worry, old pal.
We'll find her.
You did it, kids.
You saved the town.
I feel a little sorry for those skull cattle.
It's not their fault they're horrible genetically engineered mutations.
Look.
Those things are part fish, remember?
They can swim.
Whoa.
What have we done?
You mean, like, other than release
unnatural super predators into the ecosystem?
It's best to just walk away from this one, kids.
Just walk away.
Nova.
Nova!
Scooby-Doo, over there.
Nova.
She's alive.
Come on, we have to get her to the hospital.
My plan, ruined by those meddling kinder.
They will pay. All of them.
They will pay.
Sync & corrections by honeybunny www.addic7ed. com