Scooby-Doo! Pirates Ahoy! Page #2

you kids love mysteries.

And what better way

to celebrate Fred's birthday?

Oh, wow.

Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Pop.

Sunny?

We'll get them yet, sir.

Don't you worry.

We've got mysteries aplenty.

Well, I don't know what we're

gonna do now.

You've totally blown my schedule.

And we've gone through a week's worth

of mysteries in two days.

Hear that, Scoob? From here on in,

it's smooth sailing.

So much for the big mystery cruise.

Sorry, mysteries are kind of our thing.

You guys are so smart,

where's my missing watch?

Let's see...

...you were probably excited about

the cruise and unpacked in a hurry.

I bet it fell out of your suitcase.

It's probably...

Under your bed.

Honey, you'll never believe

where I found your watch.

Under your bed.

What good is a mystery cruise

if you don't get to solve any mysteries?

Sorry, everybody, we didn't mean

to ruin the cruise for you.

There's still

the Ping-Pong championship...

...or maybe

the potholder-weaving seminar?

The Popsicle-stick sculpture class?

Anyone for checkers?

Very impressive, kids.

I doubt there's a mystery

you can't solve.

Like, there's one thing

I don't understand.

What's that, Shaggy?

What's with the weird castaway

out there?

Man overboard.

Are you okay, sailor?

I don't know.

- What happened?

- I'm not really sure.

I mean, I'm an astrocartographer,

see, and I was making a star map...

...and all of a sudden

my ship was attacked.

Attacked? Oh, goodness gracious.

By whom?

I don't believe it myself, but by:

Ghost pirates.

Ghost?

Pirates?

Whoa, hold on now,

before everyone panics, let's get Mr...

- What's your name?

- Rupert Garcia.

We need to get Mr. Garcia

down to the ship's doctor.

You don't understand.

This whole ship and everyone

on it is in terrible, terrible danger.

Now, now. Mr. And Mrs. Jones...

...would you take Mr. Garcia

below to the ship's doctor?

- You betcha.

- The poor soul is delusional.

Right.

Dear, come on, let us help you.

There you go.

But really...

...they were ghost pirates.

Look for the eerie lights in the fog...

...and their green, glowing eyes...

...and that terrifying laugh.

It still echoes in my ears!

Oh, how horrible. That poor man.

Don't worry, Miss St. Cloud.

We'll keep the "pirate puzzler"

for the other guests to solve.

An "ascot biographer."

That's a good one.

What are you...?

Ahoy below.

Now what?

It's another alien.

That's no alien.

It's Biff Wellington,

the eccentric billionaire.

Billionaire, yes.

But my dear, eccentric

is in the eye of the beholder.

Captain, permission to board

your venerable vessel?

- Permission granted.

- I can't thank you enough, captain.

Remind me to name

a building after you.

- Oh, nice jetpack. Can I try it?

- No.

Excuse me for asking,

Mr. Wellington...

...but what are you doing out here?

I am setting a new record for the first

round-the-world jetpack flight.

But as I was saying,

it seems that I've run out of gas.

I've heard of jet-setting,

but this is ridiculous.

You say ridiculous,

I say tomato.

Like adventurers of yore, I travel the air,

high above the earth and sea.

Just me and the elements

battling for supremacy.

Will I conquer the challenges of nature

or will she do me in?

But I have records to break,

you know?

About that fuel, captain...

Okay. Why don't you follow me.

I have to say, the eccentric billionaire

with a jetpack is a nice touch, Sunny.

- What do you mean?

- Don't worry...

...we promised we wouldn't

get involved.

We're not getting involved

in a mystery?

Pinch me, I must be dreaming.

You're awake.

Time to move, people.

Only 15 minutes before the costume

party, dinner and mystery show.

Oh, and please try not to spoil it.

- Dinner?

- Dinner?

Yep, and remember

you must have an original costume.

No copycats.

Is this original enough?

Oh, no. The Jeffersons

are gonna be leprechauns.

Well, how about this?

No, the Sheldons

got that one covered.

Nope, the Diazes.

This could take all night. Let's go.

The Chois. The Murphys. The Smiths.

Wait. Come on, I know just

the costume for you.

Guys?

Don't ask. It was either this

or a horse costume...

...but neither one of us

wanted to be the horse's patoot.

Pop, are you wearing

Rupert's old clothes?

Can't get any more authentic...

...with a castaway costume than this,

now, can you?

Oh, gosh, isn't he adorable?

I'd rescue you anytime, hon.

Right back at you,

my little, pinchable passion fruit.

Pop.

You're looking better, Rupert.

Yes, thanks to Skip, I feel like

myself before the ghost...

Okay, okay. Enough of that

silly pirate talk.

We've got to get some food

into you, young man.

You're right. I am starved.

Like, I second that.

Me too.

Everyone looks terrific, and more

importantly, you're right on schedule.

Dinner is being served

and then it's time for the show.

Dinner is all the show we need.

Right, buddy?

You said it.

A rescued castaway and a visit

from a famous billionaire.

The Bermuda Triangle

is full of surprises, isn't it?

His castaway performance

is very convincing.

Performance? What do you mean?

Oh, Sunny, you are good.

Like, this is what I call a cruise.

Not even a spooky mystery

or a kooky costume...

...can spoil an all-we-can-eat buffet.

What do you say

we eat all we can eat, Scoob?

Yeah.

Forks down, everyone.

I have a few quick announcements

before we move on...

...to tonight's fabulous

shipboard entertainment.

Open-air aerobics with Bambi

will be starting tomorrow...

...at 6:
20 instead of 6: 15

on the Aloha deck.

Let's get physical.

Let's see. Oh, yes.

For all you bingo lovers, we'll be

holding our Triangle tournament...

...at 3:
00 on the promenade deck.

Be sure and buy your cards

before the game.

You get it? B-4? In bingo.

Okay, never mind.

It's time for the show.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...from over the seas and lands beyond

our consciousness comes Mr. Mysterio.

He knows all and sees all.

But be careful, lest he take control

of your very mind.

Wait a second.

I don't need a mind reader...

...to tell me that the creepy little guy

in the black cape is right behind us.

Will you assist me...

...in a journey to the depths

and edges of your conscious mind?

No, thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's show these

two chickens some encouragement.

Oh, you'll have to do better than that.

Shaggy, Scooby.

Shaggy, Scooby.

Shaggy, Scooby, Shaggy, Scooby.

Shaggy, Scooby...

Come on, guys, you know

they won't stop until you go up there.

Let's just get this over with.

Are you ready to witness

the amazing power of hypnosis?

I'd rather witness

the amazing power...

...of the double-cheese pizza

back at my table.

Yeah.

Oh, no. Not again.

What did you say?

- Daphne?

- What's going on?

Kids?

Oh, gee, Skip,

you're missing the best part here.

They're coming. I know it.

These special effects are incredible.

How did they do that?

You don't get it, do you?

Really, son. The charade

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