Who are these guys?
All your valuables in the sacks, ladies and gents...
and nobody gets hurt.
Not so fast, partner.
Nice of your Uncle Karl to buy us train tickets for this trip, Freddy.
"Cyber Gulch, where we make your wildest Wild West fantasies come true."
Oh, boy. Stacks and stacks of chuck-wagon flapjacks, here we come.
Flapjacks. Yummy.
"Thanks to modern technology and the latest in robotics...
we will re-create a living wild and woolly western weekend."
This is gonna be the most exciting weekend I planned...
since Fantasy Elvis camp.
- By far. - It had me all shook up, man.
Yeah.
Look, Scoob, tofu burgers.
- Are we there? - I don't think so.
I wonder what happened.
Jeepers.
All your valuables in the sacks, ladies and gents...
and nobody gets hurt.
Like, no bad guy's gonna rob my pickle peanut-butter sandwich.
No bad guy's gonna rob anything.
Nothing to worry about, folks. Everything is all right now.
Except for this.
"Your first Cyber Gulch authentic experience in your weekend package:
A genuine simulated train-robbery."
Freddy, they're just robots.
My bad. Sorry, fellas.
Greetings, folks. Right this way.
Welcome to Cyber Gulch and the western weekend you will never forget.
Incredible. This one is so lifelike.
Stop that, please.
I happen to be a real person.
They should wear labels.
In fact, I am the only human citizen of Cyber Gulch...
that you will encounter this weekend. Everyone else will be my inventions.
I call them manimatrons.
Best get yourselves onboard now.
Next stop, Cyber Gulch Hotel.
They are programmed to re-create the most rip-roaring Wild West adventures.
That's their lingo for "sweet."
Why do I suddenly feel saddle-sore?
You have free run of everywhere in Cyber Guich.
Oh, except for one place, that is.
You must never ever go beyond Black Rock.
- Like, why? - No human...
has ever come back from there alive.
Good enough for me.
Yeah, me too.
Now, keep calm there, buckaroos. It's just a rattler.
Just a rattler?
Well, there's nothing to fear as long as the horse don't run off, of course.
Hey, like, I left my stomach back there.
I might be needing that.
You can't stop him. The mangy cayuse is out of control!
- Golly. - Jeepers.
Well, howdy, folks. I'm the sheriff of Cyber Gulch.
John Lawman's the handle.
Thank you for saving us, sheriff.
All in a day's work, ma'am.
In fact, I do that rescue every day at 4:00.
This place is gonna be rip-roaring rooting-tooting.
Well, you better believe it, pilgrim.
And you can always count on me to scrape you folks out of any danger.
Any danger.
Any danger, any danger, any danger.
Then I sure hope we're never in any real danger.
Here we are, buckaroos.
Welcome to our home on the range.
Look, Scoob.
Nice hotel.
Cowboys didn't sleep in hotels. They slept on their horse.
They weren't even cowboys. They were horsemen.
Hi. Are you real or a robot?
Real, of course.
Can you believe it? Robots in the west.
They didn't even have electric lights until 1902.
Leora Lasswell, professional western authenticator.
And I am here to tell you that nothing western around here is authentic.
But it's all in fun for our fantasies.
Well, my fantasy is to find one thing in this place that actually happened.
Otherwise, it's just another western myth and should be shut down.
You think they actually had little ponies on their boots?
They'd have been laughed right out of the saloon.
If they had saloons.
I wonder if there are any other fun guests at this hotel?
Hello, Velma.
Gibby Norton?
What are you doing here?
I came for a little excitement.
Looks like I hit the jackpot.
Don't bet on it.
Always so clever. Well, save a hoedown for me.
They didn't have hoedowns.
You only say that when there's something suspicious going on.
Whenever Gibby Norton's around, there's something suspicious going on.
Well, partners, let's get trotting to our Wild West fantasies.
You mean it gets better than this?
Giddap;, little dogies.
Yeah.
They said that Chuck Wagon Chuck was flipping flapjacks down the road.
I hope they meant this road.
Yeah. Me too.
- Yeah. - Yes.
Yee-haa!
They never said "yee-haa."
This madness has to stop.
Jeepers, what's going on?
Looks like some galoot didn't pay this here month's electric bill.
These cowpokes don't seem to take to water.
Yup, it's suddenly a ghost town around these here parts...
if robots can have ghosts.
We need to find that scientist, Dr. Fleg...
who seems to have conveniently disappeared.
Well, partners, looks like we've got another mystery on our cow hands.
What's that? I think I see a light coming from up the street.
Let's check it out.
Do you smell flapjacks, Scoob?
And if anyone knows how to smell flapjacks, it's us.
So either Chuck Wagon Chuck has chucked his wagon...
or we're lost.
A robot graveyard.
We're very, very lost.
Darn. Not that. Sorry.
Definitely not that. Darn.
- Gibby Norton? - Hello, Velma.
What the heck is going on here?
This is the control room for all of Cyber Gulch. Cool, huh?
I was fooling with this and all the lights went out.
Why were you fooling around?
The scientific mind is ever curious.
I got everything going but the lights.
Here they come again.
- Dang. - Gibby, stop it.
Now, where was it that scientist said we should never ever go?
Oh, yeah, that's it.
The only thing worse than seeing crashed robots...
is seeing live crashed robots.
Who knows what harm you've done, Gibby.
We've gotta shut down this control panel.
It's no use. I tried everything. There's no way to stop it.
Amazing. Whoever did that is a scientific genius.
Thank you.
Now, Gibby, tell us what you were trying to do here.
That's for me to know and you to find out. Bye, Velma.
Look at this. It's really weird.
That's Dr. Fleg, the scientist who runs this place.
He seems to be working on a way to replicate himself.
Creepy. Is he mad?
He looks pretty happy in the drawing.
What are you kids doing in my lab?
On second thought, I'll go with mad.
We were just trying to find out why the lights all went out.
Well, you don't belong in here.
Before we leave, as paying guests at this not-so-inexpensive resort...
I think you owe us some sort of explanation.
I don't owe you anything. But I suppose it's only right...
- ... that you be warned. - Warned?
Some of my manimatrons, a robot called Cold Steel...
and his band of desperadoes, have gotten out of my control.
They've turned unthinkably evil.
I'll have to close down Cyber Gulch.
You can't do that. Hey, we'll help you find out what's going on.
I thought I deactivated them...
but suddenly they're up and running again.
Hungry for fresh energy drained out of living humans.
Shaggy and Scooby.
We've got to find them right now.
- All the robot cowboys seem to be gone. - Well, maybe they're just on a break.
Help!
Shaggy and Scooby are in that jailhouse.
- Our heroes. - What happened?
Scary, creepy cowboy robots stuck us in here.
Like, at sunrise something horrible is gonna happen to our brains.
Not if we can help it.
I'll look around for a cake with a file inside.
Better yet...
tweezers and a stale taffy bar.
- And you're out. - You should patent those things.
That's them. The mechanical maniacs.
Hold it. Stop what you're doing. Now!
They're your robots.
Please stop them!
They're not responding.
They can no longer be controlled.
My creations are rebelling.
No. No.
You can't turn on your own creator.
You can't have my brain.
You can't have my brain!
What are they going to do?
Anything they want.
Well, hang on there, pilgrims.
That's no way to treat stranger folks.
Come on. Time to get the heck out of Gulch.
Who do you think is behind those malicious marauders?
It could still be the scientist. He's just nuts enough.
How about that cow-hugging historian?
Or sneaky little Gibby Norton. I'd love it to be him.
Those low-down polecats are on our trail.
Do you think these horses know the way to Alaska?
They'd be rode too hard. We'll catch the train to Sedona...
get help from real live people and come back to solve this mystery.
Like, at least those robot rough-guys didn't follow us into the river.
I believe I'm close to solving the mystery of Cyber Gulch.
Be very quiet. The rocks up there don't look too steady.
We haven't seen those demented droid desperadoes in over an hour.
Do you think we've left them behind? I hope, I hope, I hope.
Me too, me too, me too.
They're definitely not behind.
Thanks, Scoob. Like, that's what I call a rock concert.
Fred, quick. Plan? Run? What?
Wow, Freddy.
Yeah. Learned that at the Elvis camp.
Course, the King did it while holding a guitar.
Sheriff Lawman. How did you find us?
Been tailing Cold Steel and his men.
Finally paid off.
Well, you can relax, sheriff. We vamoosed those psychotic cyborgs.
Sorry, folks. Y'all have to come with me back to Cyber Gulch.
- Like, why? - It's my sworn duty to protect the town.
You came there and destroyed the peace.
And now you're wanted dead or alive.
Well, in that case, I vote for alive.
What do you have against us?
Well, little missy...
since you were caught at the ranch-house laboratory...
it"'s gotta be you folks who reactivated those vicious varmints.
That's a crime in Cyber Gulch.
But we didn't. You have to believe us. We're innocent.
Frontier justice will decide that.
Out here it's short and swift.
Oh, stop that. It's a western cliché.
And so is kangaroo-court justice. Release them at once.
No can do, ma'am.
They need to be locked up. They caused a lot of trouble hereabouts.
- But we didn't. - Don't worry, Velma.
I'll wait for you till you get out.
Eat water, sheriff.
- Dr. Fleg is a robot? - Apparently so.
It became obvious that water shorts the cybernetic circuits.
So if Fleg's not human, then who built the robots?
Sheriff Lawman didn't spark.
He's very human.
That's true. I created Dr. Fleg and every manimatron in town.
And you didn't do it just so people could have a vacation weekend.
I reckon not, little missy.
Years ago I was a skinny kid, Myron Scrum...
the class computer nerd that everyone always picked on.
Well, I had to do something about it.
So one day my inventions allowed that I could create Cyber Gulch Resort...
and spend the rest of my life saving people every day...
being the town hero.
Well, who created those bad guys?
I'm afraid I did that too.
Made Cold Steel and his men tough and challenging...
to make my rescues necessary.
I guess I did too good a job.
They got out of control.
I shut them down after the last attack on some tourists.
And they never would have been reactivated...
if you kids hadn't been meddling around my ranch-house lab.
- I wasn't meddling there. - Me neither.
- Were you meddling? - Not me.
- For once, none of us were meddling.
Well, somebody was.
Gibby.
So you were in that lab trying to find the secrets of the animatronics here.
Why?
A Gibbyland theme park?
He was trying to impress Velma.
Gibby, I wouldn't be impressed even if you came up with a robotic me.
- Hey— - Don't get any ideas.
Well, buckaroos...
sorry your fantasies got a little bushwhacked because of mine.
Good luck with Cyber Gulch, sheriff. Or as we cowpokes say, "Happy trails."
Yes. The world can always use one more hero.
Well, I'm much obliged to you kids.
In fact, I'd like to leave Scooby here with a little something I whipped together.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
B-doo! B-doo!
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