Scooby-Doo! Frankencreepy Page #4

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at the festival that's

going on in the village.

- There's a festival at night?

- Eh.

Yeah, we might dig the

fare down at the fair.

Come on, gang. I'll drive us down

to the village in the myst...

We could walk.

It's better for the environment.

We'll leave a smaller

carbon footprint.

Not with Scooby's paws we won't.

(WHIMPERS)

(CRUNCHING)

(WALTZ PLAYING)

Willkommen.

Welcome to the torch festival.

Hmm. There don't seem to

be many out-of-towners

at your fair, Burgermeister burger.

That is because your

friend's family's madness

has cursed this town, Fraulein.

But please, make

yourselves welcome.

(GASPS) Hey.

Uh, what's a gogosi?

I may not speak Transylvanian,

but I know a doughnut

when I see one.

Like, count us in.

(OMINOUS CHUCKLING)

(GULP)

(PLAYING BAGPIPES)

(MUNCHING, CHEWING, SLURPING)

Whoo-hoo!

He is like one of us.

Little boy, eat like the rest.

(GAGGING, GROANING)

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

I'm gonna need some

more chocolate sauce

and powdered sugar down here.

(ALL CHEERING)

Never has one man

swallowed so many gogosi.

Even the one with fish eggs.

Fish eggs?

(BURPS)

Oh, this is adorable.

Could I see this in a size two?

To buy.

Why?

Fraulein, at the very

least, you're an acht.

An acht?

(SCOFFS) An 8?

I don't think so.

Ja. And here's the

only one in that size.

(GASPS)

Jeepers, it does fit.

What? I'm an acht?

And what's going on with my hair?

This frizz. I use a

sulfate-free smoothing shampoo.

What is happening?

(BELL RINGS)

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

You have prevailed in scarfing

down by the thousands

our culture's signature treat.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

To reward you, we present you

with our signature garb...

Two sets of traditional Lederhosen.

The short leather pant is durable

and allows for freedom of movement,

where the suspenders hold

them up for a secure fit.

And they have all the

traditional embellishments.

A latpundt, the messer socks,

and even a Schlitzflech.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Like, man, these threads

are out of sight.

They sure do take the cake,

or should I say the gogosi?

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

You've got a torch in Transylvania.

Oh, that's rich.

This bumper sticker

would be perfect

on the mystery machine's...

Bumper...

(SIGHS)

I guess not.

Everything reminds me of her.

She would have loved

this antenna ball.

(SOBBING)

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

(THUNDER)

And here is the grand prize.

Look, Scoob, it's you and

me made out of sausage.

A delicious Blutenwursten,

a Transylvanian blood sausage.

The signature cured

meat of our culture.

It must be eaten immediately.

Like, no problem there,

Mr. Burgermeister.

We love anything made into sausage.

(SQUISHING)

Ahh.

OK, here we go.

First big bite.

Uhh...(WHIMPERS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROWLS)

(WHIMPERS)

- I'm not hungry.

- Me neither.

I'm sorry, Mr. McBurgermeister,

this like never happens, but

Scoob and I are totally full.

(CHATTERING)

- (OINK)

- Aah...

We couldn't eat another bite.

You reject the blutenwurster?

(VILLAGERS MURMURING)

That is the greatest insult!

No, it's not an insult.

It's a compliment.

We can't eat your

signature cured meat

because we're so full of

your signature treat.

Yeah, a compliment.

This is an insult, indeed!

(VILLAGERS GRUMBLING, SHOUTING)

Like who?

- Ooh.

- Fred.

Oh, hey, Shaggy. Is the

the saddest day or what?

We're in big trouble. We

can't eat the Blutenwursten

and now an angry mob is after us.

Don't worry. We'll just hightail it

back to the mystery mach... Drat.

Oh, boy, he's still

thinking about the van.

We need to find Daphne

and get out of here.

- Oh!

- Uh... sorry, Scooby.

Whoa.

Zoinks! Daph, did you do something

with your hair?

Hmph!

Daphne?

Oh, Freddie, don't look at me!

(VILLAGERS GRUMBLING AND SHOUTING)

You gotta hand it to 'em,

this town really

makes great torches.

And they stay lit in the rain.

(INDISTINCT SHOUT)

(WHINNY)

Quickly! You come.

Iago take you to castle now.

Iago, you saved us.

Not save you. You save her first.

- Who?

- Your friend.

Her mind gone.

Velma now insane.

(VILLAGERS SHOUTING)

(BOOM BOOM)

Stand back, everyone. I'm going

to break this door down.

- (THUD)

- Oof!

That door is solid oak.

Too thick for even Shaggy's head.

Velma! Velma! Please let us in!

Welcome.

(ALL SCREAM)

Your hair!

I mean... it's not that bad.

Come in. Come in.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You're just in time for

my greatest triumph.

You mean you've debunked the legend

of the Von Dinkenstein monster?

Wrong. Just the opposite.

I am now convinced that

the baron was right.

He was a genius.

This monster can be

brought to life.

(THUNDER)

It will live.

But, like, Velma,

your whole life is about

rejecting the supernatural

and magic and all that weirdness.

This isn't weirdness,

this is science.

(BANGING)

We saw the strange

lights in the castle.

We know shenanigans are afoot.

We demand to be let in.

(LAUGHS)

No! I won't let you stand

in the way of science.

We'll put a stop to you

and your creature!

Let ze ramming begin!

(GASP)

Iago, quickly, the generator.

Turn on the centrifuge.

Now the humidifier.

(SQUEAKING)

No! No more monster!

(SCREAMING, SOBBING)

I can't take it!

Raise the platform.

(GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

(DRIPPING)

Is everyone OK?

Like, let me check.

Fred... he's OK.

Daphne looking a little weird.

Velma... hoo hoo... totally nuts.

Iago...

Ow. Iago stubbed toe.

Iago stubbed toe.

Von Dinkenstein's monster...

(GROWLS)

Ohh, got a little bit of

freezer burn, I think.

Aah!

(ROAR!)

Alive.

It's alive.

Alive!

(LOW GROWL)

It's alive. Really?

Don't worry. I've got

an iron-reinforced net

in the back of the mystery mach...

Dang it!

You're really not

moving on, are you?

I feel oddly not afraid.

Yeah. Me, too.

Like, hi there, Mr. franken creep.

You must be hungry.

Have a Scooby snack.

(GROWLING)

It always makes us feel better.

It sure does.

(GROWLING)

No, thanks, I'm good.

(SNIFFING)

(ALL COUGHING)

(SNIFF)

Phew! He really stinks, huh?

Just as well he can't see

himself in the mirror,

because he's pretty hideous, too.

Hoo hoo hoo!

(COUGHING)

(GROWLING)

(GROWL)

(ROARING)

No, don't turn away.

Look at yourself. You're beautiful!

(MUTTERING) Me?

(ROARING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Lucky we brought our torches.

Let's get him!

ALL:
Let's get him!

(ROARING)

(ALL CHATTERING)

(SHOUTING)

(ROARING)

You fools. You've

ruined everything.

Hmm?

Jinkies, Daphne, you

look terrifying.

Huh?

Aah!

I'm hideous!

(SOBBING)

No, don't turn away.

Look at yourself. You're beautiful.

Really?

No.

(SOBBING)

You are a monster, Velma.

Hmph. You've got to

find my creation, Fred.

Find it before those fools do.

I'm sorry, but without

the mystery machine,

I'm no monster-trapper.

I'm nothing.

Jinkies.

Don't worry, Velma.

Scooby and I will find him for you.

You will?

You're volunteering to

go after a monster,

to go toward the danger?

Yep.

Great. I'll get the Scooby snacks.

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