Scooby-Doo and the Loch Ness Monster Page #2

Scotland's most accomplished

Loch Ness expert...

and author of the book Legend of the Loch.

How marvelous.

What a pleasure to meet

someone who's done her proper research.

I read that you're

still trying to prove the monster exists...

even though it has destroyed your career,

demolished your scientific credibility...

and devastated you financially.

Apparently, too much research.

Professor, these new pictures

of the Loch Ness Monster are amazing.

I was out on the Loch by myself that day

when all of a sudden there she was.

Right next to my boat.

After the world sees these,

everyone will believe in the monster.

I wish it were that easy, dear.

Dinner is served.

I've prepared a traditional

Scottish dinner for you...

so you'd all get

a good taste of the Highlands.

And, like, we're ready to start tasting.

Right, Scoob?

- Right.

- We'll be starting with haggis.

A true Scottish delicacy.

Like, what's in it?

It's just a boiled sheep's stomach...

stuffed with diced liver and kidneys.

Zoinks! It's the monster!

That's no monster, it's a man.

Dear me. Terribly sorry about that.

Still, quite a smashing entrance,

don't you think?

Sir Ian, you've arrived.

Welcome to Blake Castle.

Yes. Please excuse the window,

Shannon, my dear.

I found this caber outside,

and I couldn't resist...

giving it a good toss, for old time's sake.

No, that'll be fine.

Everyone, it's my honor to introduce...

the Head Field Judge

for this year's Highland Games.

Sir Ian Locksley.

Director of the Scottish

Natural History Museum...

and author of the book Monster my foot.

Velma, do you have a book

for every occasion?

- Actually, yes.

- So, let me get this straight.

You're a museum director

and a judge for the games?

Now that's what I call multitasking.

Sir Ian, according to your book...

you believe the Loch Ness Monster

is all a bunch of hooey.

Yes. Hooey, nonsense,

poppycock and fiddle-faddle.

Now, there you are.

You've got your autograph.

And I've got an entire weekend free...

from any further

mention of the Loch Ness...

Good gravy!

What in the blazes are you doing here?

Hello, Ian.

You two know each other?

Ian and I were once colleagues.

Colleagues? Hardly.

She was my research assistant.

Aye, before you had me fired.

I was trying to run a museum.

I can't have one of my staff

spending all their time...

chasing after imaginary monsters.

She's not imaginary, Ian.

We've been through this before.

This should be an interesting dinner.

I don't think the two of them

will make it past the appetizers.

Now, see here.

Please, both of you,

we're all sharing the castle tonight.

Let's put our differences aside for now.

Have you seen the field, Sir Ian?

- It's fantastic.

- Yes, my dear.

Brilliant. Reminds me of the games of '74.

That man has absolutely no regard

for true scientific discovery.

Like, the only discovery I'd be

interested in is an all-night pizza joint.

Yeah! Pizza joint!

Scoob, with your stomach

growling like that...

we'll never get to sleep.

Like, how far is it

to the nearest vending machine?

Okay, unless we're completely lost...

the kitchen should be

right around the corner.

Did I say kitchen?

I mean, creepy hallway.

Okay, like, maybe it's this way.

Zoinks! Like, wrong turn.

It's okay Scoob, like,

just keep telling yourself...

there's no such things as monsters.

There are no monsters.

- What is it, Scoob?

- Monster!

Like, boy, do I hope you're wrong.

Look, Scooby-Doo.

It's just a tree branch

knocking against that window.

That's nothing to be afraid of.

Now, the kitchen's

got to be around here somewhere.

Let's try down this way.

Now, stay close, buddy.

We don't want

anything scary sneaking up on...

Ghost!

Ghost? Where?

Like, run for it, Scoob!

We did it, Scoob. Safe and sound.

Like, zoinks!

I think we just

locked ourselves outside of the castle.

Look at the bright side, Scoob.

At least it's not raining.

Good thinking, old pal.

It'll take more than a rainstorm

to dampen our spirits.

Like, zoinks! It's right outside!

It's Shaggy and Scooby.

Guys, what happened?

Scooby. Stomach. Bats. Kitchen.

Rainstorm. Chase. Monster.

Yeah, monster.

And I thought we Scottish spoke funny.

They went searching

for a late-night snack...

and were chased down here

by the monster.

Well, something made these footprints.

This is extraordinary.

Just what I needed. Fantastic.

Curse me kilts, can't a man get

a decent night's rest without...

Oh, dear me. No.

No, not the games field. It's ruined.

This is an outrage. Look what you've done.

Like, it wasn't our fault.

It tried to eat us. We barely survived.

Tell me. What tried to eat you?

Like, the Loch Ness Monster.

For the last time, there is no such thing...

as the Loch Ness Monster!

But, Ian, look. The proof is all around us.

Miss Blake, I do not wish to spend

one more moment at Blake Castle.

Like, us neither. We'll call a cab.

- Hit it, Scoob.

- Taxi.

There you go, governor.

Step lively. In you go now.

Boy, vacations never seem to last,

do they?

Don't forget to write.

Are we there yet?

Quick trip.

Wait, Sir Ian, wait. Please!

Young lady, you see that you have

the game field in order by opening day...

or I'll see to it that Blake Castle

never hosts anything larger...

than a miniature golf tournament!

Driver.

- Well, that didn't go well.

- I believe you could say that.

- Jinkies!

- What is it, Velma?

The footprints.

They don't lead to the Loch.

They lead into town.

Why would a sea monster

walk along the road?

Well, gang, looks like we've got

another mystery on our hands.

Only nobody's been able to solve

this one for 1,500 years.

Monster or no monster...

I don't know how we'll ever get

the game field repaired.

Don't give up yet, Shannon.

We just need a little help, that's all.

I've got it.

First thing in the morning,

we'll head into town.

I know just the bloke to help us.

Here we are, gang.

Welcome to Drumna...

Drummy... Dramunono...

- Drumnadrochit?

- Gesundheit.

This little village is so darn cute.

Like, total grooviness.

There's a bunch of little shops,

a town square...

the Loch Ness Monster,

a nice flower garden.

Loch Ness Monster!

Take it easy, guys. That's no monster.

It's just a big balloon filled with helium.

- Like, we knew it all along, right, Scoob?

- Yeah! All along.

Come on, lads. Tie her down.

Slipped right out of me hands.

That's real funny, Colin.

So long, Angus. Don't forget to write.

It's just a joke, Dad.

Hang on, nitwit, I'm coming.

I asked for jocks,

and you sent me jokesters instead.

From the size of that balloon...

I'd say you must be

the biggest Nessie believer in the world.

Me? No, laddie. Truth is I do not believe

in her at all.

But the more people that do believe...

the more money she brings to me hotel.

Very...

Mr. Haggart, can we have

a word with you?

Now, Miss Blake,

what brings you to town, then?

Shouldn't you be out at the games field...

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