Scooby-Doo! Pirates Ahoy!

- Dr. Garcia?

- Oh, please, call me Rupert.

Just wanted to let you know

we're about to enter...

The Bermuda Triangle.

I can tell by the stars.

Better than any compass.

This place gives me the creeps.

Vanishing ships, sea monsters,

aliens:
All legends.

Don't let them spook you. Anyway...

...we'll be out here

a few more nights...

...and then my star map

will finally be complete.

Whatever you say, doc.

We'll all be home safe and sound

before you know it.

Captain, you better take

a look at this.

Fog, dead ahead.

Who's there?

What the heck?

Mayday, mayday. We're under attack.

Here it be, captain.

Perfect. But now, where is he?

Maybe with the rest of the crew.

Blimey.

Board all hands below in the bilge

and we'll sort them out later.

It can't be. Ghost pirates?

Like, man, no more mysteries.

Finally, a trip where there

are no monsters...

...ghosts, aliens, mummies

or haunted tikis.

Nothing but R, R and R:

Rest, relaxation

and round-the-clock eats.

In other words, a cruise.

- Just sun, fun and...

- A buffet?

Fred, it sure was nice of your parents to

invite us all on a cruise for your birthday.

So, Freddy, how old

are you going to be?

Forty-three.

Forty-four, 45...

Pier 45. This is it.

No mysteries for a whole week.

Midnight buffets

and 24 hours of lounging.

That's what I call living large.

Extra large.

What's going on, guys?

I don't know.

Something spooked Scooby.

- A little scary dude.

- Yeah.

But there's no one

around here like that...

...unless you think Hawaiian shirts,

black socks and sandals are scary.

They are. Very, very scary.

Buddy, you need this vacation

more than I realized.

I hope you packed your sea legs.

And a new set of eyeballs.

- Pop!

- Freddy!

Hey, say...

...slide one by,

hands to the sky.

Well, thumbs up, thumbs down,

thumbs around, lost and found.

- Love you, Pop.

- Love you, too, through the woods.

Freddy, my baby.

Oh, it's my handsome baby boy.

Have you ever seen

such a good-looking boy?

Give me some sugar.

Mom, not in front of the gang.

Hon, leave the boy alone.

Oh, yeah, but he's just so sweet

and delicious.

Sure is great to see you again,

Mr. And Mrs. Jones.

Yeah, you, too, dear.

My, my, haven't you blossomed.

I hope you girls are taking good care

of my special little guy.

- Mom.

- And Velma...

...you look smart as ever...

...but you have to let me show you

my new Suzi Jay cosmetics.

They'll bring a little color to your face.

You'll never get a beau

unless you add a little glow.

- Thank you?

- You betcha. Oh, and Norville...

...you're growing like a weed.

But you're much too thin, dear.

Are you eating enough?

Twenty-four square meals a day.

And that's still not enough.

Oh, yeah? Then you need to try

my 10-pound pound cake.

It will put some meat on your bones.

- I have one in here somewhere.

- Mom.

- I'll take it from here, hon.

- Shake, boy.

Just shake, no lick.

Okay, thanks.

Like, he only shakes

when he's scared.

So, Mr. Jones, where exactly

is this cruise headed?

Oh, yeah, that's a surprise.

I've got the perfect birthday plan.

Like father, like son.

Ahoy there, mateys.

Welcome aboard

the Poseidon 's Paradise...

...the tiptop tidiest ship

to travel the ocean blue.

Hi, I'm Sunny St. Cloud,

cruise director extraordinaire.

Well, aren't you the perky one?

We're the Jones party.

And Jones, Jo...

Perfect timing.

This way, Jones party.

There's no time to waste.

We're just about to weigh anchor.

Now that's ship talk.

You landlubbers will be speaking

like old sea dogs in no time.

Like, we've got our old sea dog

right here.

Yeah, good, that's ni...

That's funny...

...but let's get this cruise launched

and have some fun. What do you say?

Aye, aye.

You're a natural, huh?

Okey-dokey, everyone listen up.

As you can see, the Poseidon 's Paradise

has every amenity...

...for your seafaring pleasure.

We have shuffleboard tournaments

at 9, swimming at 10...

...racquetball at 11, rhythmic gymnastics

at 12, field hockey at 1...

...conga line dance at 2, senior disco

at 3, karaoke at 4, and my favorite:

Wiffleball at 5.

What have we here?

Dear, Freddy, are you okay?

- Did you get hurt, sweetums?

- Ma.

Where does it hurt, hon?

Mom, I'm okay, really.

Jeepers, what is that stuff?

Some kind of goo.

And it's shaped like a footprint.

I guess you could say that.

It is so alien.

Please, don't say we have a mystery

on our hands.

Please don't say we have a mystery

on our hands.

Please, please, please, please.

Well, gang, it looks like we have a...

Mystery or not, there's no time now.

Chop, chop. It's time

for the big bon voyage.

Now, wasn't that fun?

Moving on with our schedule.

Next up is unpacking.

- What happened?

- Scooby was right. I saw him too.

Who, Shaggy?

A little creepy dude

with big, scary eyes.

Yeah, he was the guy

that Scooby saw on the pier.

But there's no one creepy

around here, Shaggy.

Except maybe that guy.

Creepy guy number four: Check.

Okay, here are your cabins.

Your bags should already be inside.

But what about the creepy guy?

No, no time for him now.

No time for creeps.

I can get on board for that.

Me too.

Good news.

Captain Crothers wants to meet you.

Oh, dear, and me without my pearls.

And, captain, this is the Jones party.

Thanks, hon.

Welcome aboard.

Gee, captain.

Your ship, she's a beauty.

Can I take the wheel?

No.

Captain Crothers, maybe you could

solve a little mystery for us.

What's our destination?

Mystery. A good choice of words,

young lady.

We are bound for one of

the most mysterious places on earth.

The home of vanishing vessels,

strange, eerie lights.

Maybe even a sea serpent or two.

We are headed to...

...the Bermuda Triangle.

- Bermuda?

- Triangle?

Jiminy.

Oh, sorry.

The Bermuda Triangle.

Oh, please.

The legend of the Bermuda Triangle

is just that:
A legend.

Trust me, after this cruise, you'll

believe in the power of the Triangle.

Oh, no, not again.

Where did Captain Crothers go?

Oh, no, whatever will we do?

- Well, gang...

- It looks like we have...

...a mystery on our hands.

Look.

It's an alien.

Do you think the alien has something

to do with the captain's disappearance?

Well, gang, it's trap-setting time.

You didn't think of that one,

now, did you?

And you know

what that means, Scoob?

Live bait.

Okay, you know what to do.

Go to the dining room, get something

to eat and forget the whole thing?

I didn't think that would work.

Well, Scoob, seen any aliens yet?

- Nope.

- Well, then, maybe we're in the clear.

Nope.

Impressive, son. Your trap worked.

Oh, yeah, we're so proud.

But stand up straight, hon.

Well, I think I have this mystery

all figured out.

- Really? That was quick.

- Yeah.

- Captain Crothers!

- But why?

Well, it wouldn't be much

of a Bermuda Triangle mystery cruise...

...without an alien abduction,

now, would it?

Mystery cruise?

- Surprise!

- Surprise!

Yeah, we know how much

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