Scooby-Doo! Legend Of The Phantosaur Page #2

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They all want to be game designers.

Even Winsor here.

What? Just because I took a couple

computer animation classes doesn't mean...

Oh, I'm just giving you

a hard time. Winsor's my best student.

He sure is.

I couldn't help but notice you're working

on the left second metacarpal bone...

of a juvenile dilophosaurus.

I think actually you'll find

it's the right third metacarpal.

I think not. That's the dorsal surface.

What a fool I've been.

How could I have missed

those extensor tendon grooves?

Clearly, mine are the superior glasses.

Oh, my gosh.

Did you get those at Spec Masters?

Totally.

They had the exact same ones

at Der Glasslehaus for like twice as much.

Der Glasslehaus is such a rip-off.

Not as bad as Focus-Pocus.

Tell me about it.

Looks like I've lost Winsor for a while.

Do not get him started on opticians.

So, Fred, maybe you could work

on this metacarpal.

Guys, this place is so cool.

Check out the bone that Scoob found.

- Yeah.

- Don't move.

Put the bone down

and back away slowly.

The femur of a Massospondylus.

This could be a major find.

Winsor. Massospondylus.

- Carinatus?

- Possibly harriesi.

Rock on.

Shaggy, Scooby, I'd like to thank you for

a significant contribution to paleontology.

The study of pale things?

No.

Oh.

Hmm.

Like, sitting in hot tubs, eating barbecue

and helping science?

This is the greatest trip ever.

And it's 1 O0 percent non-scary.

I don't even remember

what it's like to be... Scared!

Now I remember.

Ghost dinosaur!

Interesting.

It somewhat resembles

an Appalachiosaurus...

only glowing and not extinct.

Come on.

Faster. Faster.

No reptiles mess with my friends.

Phew.

Huh?

- What's the matter with Shaggy?

- He's broken.

I think it's gone.

Well, gang, it looks like

we have a mystery on our hands.

In that case,

can we scrape that paint off the van?

I'm getting sick of riding around

in the Mustard Machine.

Huh?

I think he's coming out of it.

I told you the aromatherapy would work.

Here, let me try a little juniper.

Hmm.

Scooby, don't you think of anything

other than food?

Ooh. Meat-berry medley.

Like, what happened?

I'm sorry I doubted you.

Aw, that's okay.

It's all right, Shabby.

You're in a safe place.

It would seem that you have all experienced

a visitation by the Phantosaur.

The Phantosaur?

Long ago, La Serena was home to

Native Americans known as the Tolkepaya.

According to local legend...

when the Europeans first began to come into

this area looking for gold and silver...

they encountered

the Tolkepaya Indians.

The Tolkepaya were hunter-gatherers

and farmers...

living off the bounty of the land...

and as such, were no match

for the weapons of the invaders.

The lndians were forced to retreat...

into the natural cave system

below La Serena...

where a Tolkepaya shaman came up with

a plan to protect his people's village.

He would call forth the most powerful

animal spirit of the land...

to fight the invaders.

They say he was expecting a mountain lion,

or possibly a bear.

Instead, he got something

much more ancient:

The Phantosaur.

But the beast was too powerful

to be controlled...

and drove out the very people

he had been summoned to protect.

They say it still roams the land,

thirsting for human blood.

Anyway, that's the story.

It's in this book.

"Preposterous Legends

of the American Southwest."

There's a chapter on the Three-Headed

Sky Trout of Santa Fe in here too.

Come on, Shaggy. Snap out of it.

Stanky, I promise you, you have no reason

to be afraid of this Phantosaur.

- Really?

- Really. Ha.

You should be much more afraid

of the millions of rat snakes...

that live in the caves and mine tunnels.

- You're making it worse, Mr. Hubley.

- Don't panic.

I think I have just the thing

that will help Snaggy.

My friends, I give you

the very newest of the new age.

Psycho-Luminescent Reprogramming, PLR.

With this equipment, I can put anyone

in a trance-like, highly suggestible state.

- Like hypnosis?

- No, it's more like hypnosis.

But not the boring,

old-fashioned kind of hypnosis...

where I swing a gold watch

in front of your face.

Oh, no. This is completely different.

Huh. Well, I guess it's not completely

different. Still, it's pretty cool, huh?

Okay, scoot. In a few minutes,

I'll have cured...

Snacky's acute threat avoidance

hypertrophy disorder once and for all.

You are feeling very light. Very light.

Uh... Wait.

Uh, no, heavy. Very heavy.

So heavy.

You are very relaxed and...

Uh, whatever, that kind of stuff.

Anyway, you're going to become

very, very brave.

Confident. Fearless.

Heroic. Powerful. Unstoppable.

You'll be all this

whenever you hear the keyword "bad."

The same keyword

will return you to normal.

Now, when I snap my fingers,

you will awaken and remember nothing.

What happened? I remember nothing.

How's it coming?

Fine, um, I think.

Snappy should lose all sense of fear

whenever he hears the keyword.

Like, that's great. What's the keyword?

I have no idea.

Man, this always happens.

My equipment is so powerful,

I wind up reprogramming myself.

Total memory erasal.

But we can't get rid of his fear

if we don't know what the keyword is.

Well, true. This is bad.

But not that bad.

We'll just have to guess

what the word is.

- Uh, abracadabra?

- Nope.

- Open sesame?

- Nope.

- All-you-can-eat buffet?

- Nope. But, yes, please.

Try Faith's place down on Park Street.

She makes a darn fine vegan

Yankee pot roast.

Then Scooby and I

are gonna split and refuel.

Hypnotherapy makes me hungry.

We're heading back to the dig

to look for clues.

Alrighty.

Don't get your scarf caught in anything.

It's an ascot.

That PLR thing is a hologram projector.

Think Hubley could've projected

the Phantosaur?

He did say he wished

he could buy more land for the spa.

What do you think, Velma?

I think Winsor's eyes are the color

of sea-foam by moonlight.

Okay.

Somebody's going to be zero help tonight.

Go easy on her, Daph.

Haven't you ever had a crush on anyone?

Me? No. Why would you ask?

Ha, ha. Of course not.

- Well, it's just I...

- Why is everyone walking so slow?

Mm!

Whoa, guys, didn't you read the sign?

"Don't take more than you can eat."

We read it. What's the problem?

Well, you can't possibly eat all...

Never mind.

- Seconds, Scoob?

- You bet.

So do I file for bankruptcy now or...?

Give me eat.

Huh. Fred, Velma.

What does this look like to you?

Dinosaur tracks and snake tracks?

Really big snake tracks?

Could this have something to do

with the snakes Mr. Hubley mentioned?

Maybe. I think it's time

we check out those mine tunnels.

- Hey, you need help?

- No.

Like, those guys aren't

gonna get out of control, are they?

I think they'll be okay as long as

no one does anything to aggravate them.

- Come on.

- No.

Like that, for instance.

Here's the plan.

On the count of three,

you invent a time machine.

One, two...

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