Scooby-Doo! Moon Monster Madness Page #2

we have ignition, and one.

Liftoff.

[CHEERING]

SLY [OVER INTERCOM]:

Welcome to space.

We did it. High five, guys.

SLY". Ladies and gentlemen,

we've reached our cruising altitude...

of 1 million meters.

Slyco's latest host android model,

or H.A.M...

is moving through the cabin with

refreshments and observational comedy.

Courtesy of me. You're welcome.

You know why moan restaurants

always go out of business?

Na atmosphere.

Am I right, people?

[VELMA GRUNTING]

[LAUGH TRACK PLAYS OVER SPEAKER]

If you need any more buttons pressed,

I'm your man.

Ew. And this sort of stuff works for you?

Still not gonna do an interview.

- I don't watch Celebrity Heat, no offense.

- None taken. It's my job, not my life.

- So, wanna check out the ship?

- I'm in. Strength in numbers.

Like, I think we made a good impression.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

- Care for a wet towel, sir?

- Out of my way, robot.

Na peanuts for him.

Came an, pal. All this hero talk

has made me hungry.

Let's go find the snack bar.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

- Ah, lack at that view.

- Been there.

- Dane that.

- I never get tired of it, though.

- Haw could you? It's... It's...

- Exactly.

- What's next?

- Far us? Safety check.

We gotta make sure this billion-dollar

yacht stays in one piece.

Sounds important. I'm in.

[ZIP GRUMBLES]

Aren't you going with them?

I have to run diagnostics

an the navigation system first.

But you go ahead. I'll catch up with you.

Shannon, thanks for making me feel

like I belong up here.

You do.

Space needs a lat more Daphnes.

I'm just speeding up the process a bit,

girlfriend.

[CHUCKLES]

Okay. Thanks, girlfriend.

[DAPHNE CHUCKLES]

[GROWLS]

Did you see something

funny in the window, Scarab?

- Funny? Na.

- Me neither.

Phew. Must be our imagination.

Like, lance saw a show about a guy that saw

gremlins an the outside of his plane.

- What happened?

- I turned off the TV.

Goad idea.

[LOUD THUD]

- What was that?

- Probably space junk.

Since the space age began, we've dumped

millions cf pieces cf trash into orbit...

- ...same weigh more than 5000 tans.

- Haw do you know all that?

- I visited NASA last month. Research.

- Research?

- Yau work for Celebrity Heat.

- Space junk.

That's exactly what the aliens

want us ta think.

Or it's really just space junk.

I know what you're thinking. Ridley...

"she's just some whacked-nut alien freak

who's seen one tan many sci-fi movies.

- Yes. That's exactly what I'm thinking.

- Me tan.

We are not alone.

[CHUCKLING]

"We are not alone." Oh!

But I've dedicated my life to alien combat

training for one simple reason...

[GRUNTING]

- Break dancing?

Combat training. They're out there.

And how do you know that?

Do you have any firsthand experience?

- Yeah, have you ever seen an alien?

- Have I ever seen an alien?

Have I ever seen an alien?

Have I ever seen an alien?

Ha.

Na, I haven't,

but I do have video evidence.

We've been in contact with aliens

for decades.

VELMA:

Uh, that's a kitten.

Oh, sorry. That's not it.

Here. Lack.

Did you see it? It was right there.

[GROWLS]

That's just the tip of the iceberg.

There's more footage.

Lats more. And I'll show it to you.

Wait here.

- And that's our cue to hide.

- Way ahead of you.

- Like, dude, they have U-Boat Bites.

- And U-Boat Nachoverboards.

Came an, open up.

We're having a snack attack.

HAM:

Dc you know what my favorite snack is?

I don't have one

because I cannot digest food.

Am I right, people?

[LAUGH TRACK PLAYS OVER SPEAKER]

I don't get it.

Are you challenging

me, canine life form'?

Uh, no, I... l, uh...

I'm kidding. Ha, ha. I'm a robot. Uh-huh.

I'd destroy you with one blow.

Ha. Am I right, people?

[LAUGH TRACK PLAYS OVER SPEAKER]

- That comedy robot has a dark side.

- Like, that is not uncommon.

Humor is often inspired

by the same darkness

from which it endeavors

to provide an escape.

- H u h?

- Wow.

I'm so hungry,

my brain ain't working right.

[FOOTSTEPS AND RUMBLING NEARBY]

SHAGGY:

Yike!

[BOTH WHIMPERING]

I guess an alien wouldn't shock you.

You've seen all kinds of weird stuff.

You researched me? Why?

You're here to do a piece an the Baron.

I'm not sure he's the mast interesting

person unheard.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Know what I mean?

Ew.

[BOTH WHIMPERING]

[FOOTSTEPS AND RUMBLING CONTINUE]

Like, it's you, Mr. U-Boat.

We're huge fans.

You're like the best player

an the field every Sunday and Monday.

- And Thursday and some Saturdays.

SCOOBY:
You're the best off the field tan.

We love U-Boat Bites.

Like, man, we'd be eating them right

now, heh, if the snack bar was open.

[U-BOAT GRUNTS]

[MACHINES BUZZING AND CRACKLING]

[MACHINES POWER UP]

Space is delicious.

[GROWLS]

DAPHNE:

Whoa. Did you hear that?

Thermal contraction caused

by temperature differential.

- It's normal.

- Right. It's normal, Daph.

It didn't sound normal.

It sounded like there's something outside.

Something outside? You mean,

in the vacuum of space? Like what?

Yeah. Like what?

In the vacuum of space?

You think there's an alien out there?

A creature with an oversized head

and big, black eyes?

- Hold the phone, you've seen it'?

- No. Because it doesn't exist.

If aliens exist, they never introduced

themselves to us.

And we spent a lot of time

in their neighborhood.

Nat that it matters.

Space is dangerous enough

without little green men.

Maybe they were cloaked

from human sight.

I saw a movie where the aliens did that.

Here, I'll show you a clip.

Na, no, no, you kids watch so much junk

an screens, you think it's real.

When I was your age,

we watched less and lived mare.

Makes sense. There was a lat less stuff

to watch when you were our age. Heh.

I mean... Well, of course there was...

Oh, you...

[MUTED DIALOGUE]

Cult, let's get out of here.

Uh, maybe you should

just give them some space, Fred.

[LAUGHS THEN SNORTS]

- Get it? Space. That's so funny.

- I don't get it.

[ALARM WAILING]

COLT:
What did you touch, hotshot?

- Nothing.

Came an. Let's go see

what all this fuss is about.

He called me a hotshot.

SLY [OVER INTERCOM]:

Nothing to worry about, folks.

We're just working

out some first flight bugs.

Uh, be sure to capture my perfect physique

and spirit, hmm?

I've said it a thousand times,

civilians do not belong in space.

You're right, Colt. You've said it

a thousand times. At least.

[ZIP E COLT GRUNT]

Man, aah! We're doomed.

Haw do we get off this thing?

- What's going an?

- It's the air supply.

We're venting oxygen.

Something must have damaged

the external tanks.

Like the alien we saw.

We saw an alien outside. Or we didn't.

I like "we didn't" better.

Did it have black, hollow eyes

and slimy-lacking skin?

Like, yeah. Ha, ha. Haw did you know?

Jinkies.

[BANGING NEARBY]

Man, that doesn't sound good.

It's not good.

We're nearly out of oxygen.

- Haw long do we have? Hours?

- Mare like minutes.

BOTH:

Minutes?

[BOTH PANTING]

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