Scooby-Doo! Legend Of The Phantosaur

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Incredible.

How long has he been screaming like this?

Almost three hours.

Without taking a breath?

It's unbelievable.

- Do you think it's a world record?

- Oh, definitely.

I'm just wondering if it's a violation

of the laws of physics.

- Is that a dog?

- Broadly speaking, yes.

You can't have a dog in the ER.

It's okay,

he's a certified medical rescue dog.

- You made this in Photoshop, didn't you?

- No.

She did.

Please don't throw him out, doctor.

Scooby is Shaggy's best friend.

As long as he doesn't make a mess...

- or break anything.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks, doc.

Can you help Shaggy, doctor?

Hey! Stop screaming!

- Why didn't that work when we tried it?

- Eh, people listen to doctors.

Now, tell me what happened.

It was just a normal evening.

We were investigating an old mansion

haunted by phantom Naval officers.

Velma, Daphne and I

will look around upstairs.

Shaggy, you and Scooby

check out the cellar.

Zoinks!

- Like, why do we have to...?

- Great.

We'll meet up back here.

Ghosts are lighter than air, right, Scoob?

So they wouldn't be down here.

They'd, like, rise up to the attic, right?

Right. Like balloons?

Shaggy, are balloons filled with ghosts?

Oh, man. I have no idea.

Kill!

Scoob?

Huh?

Wait a second.

It's Blair and Culhane.

Hey, do you guys hear something?

Once we'd scared everyone off, we could've

bought this place for next to nothing.

Anyway, that was the plan.

And we would've gotten away with it too,

if it weren't for...

Could you get him to hold it down?

I'm trying to confess here.

So that's a normal evening for you, is it?

- Yeah.

- Sure.

- Pretty much.

- I see.

Well, let's get some x-rays.

Hmm.

It seems Shaggy is suffering from acute

threat avoidance hypertrophy disorder.

Sorry, was that in English?

It's a very rare form of overreaction

to fear stimuli.

It affects fewer than one in 10 million.

Like, wow, I'm special. Ha, ha.

This means you'Il have to give up anything

even remotely frightening.

So no more ghost-hunting, crime-busting,

or mystery-solving shenanigans.

- No more shenanigans.

- None.

Shaggy, as your doctor,

I forbid you to get in the Mystery Machine.

But that means

the end of the Scooby-Doo gang.

So is there a cafeteria here or what?

Cafeteria food is yummy,

yummy, yummy.

This is so, like, boring.

What are we supposed to do

if we're not solving mysteries?

Hey, Shaky Joe,

what do you do in your spare time?

I knit.

- It's a scarf.

- Hmm.

Hey, here's something we could do.

There's a crafts fair in McKimson Park.

Are you crazy?

You know I'm terrified of papier-mch.

- Well, we could go bowling.

- No way.

Do you have any idea how many people

are killed by bowling pins every year?

I'm guessing approximately none.

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

I have to avoid all things that are scary

because of my cute trophy disorder thingy.

Shaggy, Shaggy, Shaggy!

Um, Joe, what was Scooby-Doo

just drinking?

Looks like coffee.

Gee, I wonder how that happened.

Hey, ev... Oof!

Fred, Fred, Fred!

What's the matter, Fred?

I'm failing science.

Mr. Fleischer didn't like my project.

What? It illustrates all three of

Newton's laws of motion.

Fred, maybe not every science project

needs to be a booby trap.

Scooby-Doo. Scooby-Doo!

If I don't come up with

an extra-credit project, I won't graduate.

You guys got any ideas?

Like, how about the anti-gravity effects

of caffeine?

Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby.

I know. My Uncle Ted invested

in this new spa resort in La Serena.

Here's a brochure.

Nice.

And there's a paleontological dig

going on in town.

Uncle Ted could get us a room in the spa

and you could volunteer to help on the dig.

The best thing about this

is Shaggy can go.

It'll be totally relaxing and not scary.

Look.

"La Serena, the least haunted town

in America." Ha, ha. Like, wow.

It's officially certified by the

U.S. Bureau of Supernatural Forces.

We should go.

Come on, Shaggy, it'll be just like old

times, only without all the screaming.

Yeah, I don't know, Fred.

It says La Serena has three different

all-you-can-eat restaurants.

- Like, when do we leave?

- Yeah.

You will soon be approaching

your destination.

I thought you disconnected the GPS,

Fred.

It was a long drive

and I needed directions.

On the way here,

it took us to five chili joints...

an all-night bowling alley

and a meteor crater.

And don't forget the tattoo parlor, huh?

Like, I will never forget

the tattoo parlor.

When I flex, it looks like it's chewing.

Ha, ha.

Didn't the doctor forbid Shaggy

to get into this van?

He told him not to get

into the Mystery Machine.

- That's why I repainted.

- The Mustard Machine?

Hope you kids enjoyed the ride...

because I don't think I'll ever get the

smell of Scooby-Doo out of my upholstery.

That's right, I said...

I think I'm gonna, like, like this place.

Aha! Ha, ha.

If it isn't Frank, Danny,

Veronica and Slappy.

- It isn't.

- And you must be Scooby-Doo.

I've heard so much about you.

Huh?

Are you sure he's a Great Dane?

He seems more like some kind

of wolfhound.

I'm the dog.

You can say that again, Scabby.

Come in, come in.

I'm so happy you're here.

This is a great place you got here,

Mr. Hubley.

Oh, no need to be so formal, Spanky.

Call me Mr. Hubley.

- Er, um, uh, Shag... Spank... Shaggy...

- Yes, we'll be open to the public next week.

I would have made it bigger, but I couldn't

get the locals to sell their land.

Oh, that's too bad.

Yeah, but what are you gonna do,

dress up as a ghost and scare them off?

Uh... Oh, no.

Ah. Still in perfect sync, eh, Scoob?

Yeah, ha, ha. Perfect sync.

Like, you got anything to eat

around here, Mr. Hubley?

Sorry, Saggy. There's an outdoor barbecue

tonight in the town square.

That's near the dig site.

We can have dinner, then check out the dig.

Okay, but don't come back too late.

I'm making tofu-chip cookies.

Mm-mm!

Oh, boy.

You guys go to the dig without us.

We need a moment to...

Digest.

Or explode.

When are we gonna learn not to overeat,

Scooby-Doo?

We even made up that little song.

Stop, stop, stop

When the buttons pop

But we didn't stop

No, we didn't.

I swear, Scooby-Doo,

I am never gonna eat again.

Never again.

I didn't know the dig was so far away.

We've been out here for, like, minutes.

- I'm starving.

- Good thing we saved a biscuit for later.

- You wanna split it, buddy?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh-oh. We got a runner, Scoob.

Ow!

Catch that biscuit, Scooby-Doo.

Dinosaur!

Shaggy, Shaggy, look. A dinosaur.

Rhino? You saw a rhinoceros?

- No, dinosaur.

- Dinosaur? Ha, ha.

Is that your dinosaur, Scooby-Doo?

- Uh-uh. Bigger.

- Bigger?

- Bigger.

- Bigger?

Bigger.

Uh, no, not bigger. I'm just joking.

Ha, ha.

Joking? That's not funny, Scoob.

That's not funny at all.

Thanks for giving us a tour

of your dig, Professor Svankmajer.

Don't thank me.

I'm just glad to have the help.

Not enough kids are going

into the sciences these days.

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