Scooby-Doo and the Loch Ness Monster Page #3

keeping an eye out for more of

your scary monster sightings?

Laugh if you want,

but there may not be any games at all.

These photos were taken last night,

and the games are tomorrow.

The game fields. That cannot be!

Whether you believe

in the monster or not, Mr. Haggart...

we're running out of time.

Aye, right you are, lass. Boys, come quick.

These are for you, mate.

- There you go.

- Like, thanks.

We've got trouble brewing at Blake Castle.

Brace yourselves, lads.

I'm sorry you've got to see such a thing.

Come on, Colin. Let me see.

Hold on!

Now round up some help

and get down to Blake Castle...

as quick as you can.

Yes, Dad.

Stupendous! Tremendous!

Nessie's trying to tell us something.

I've got to get to the castle.

My monster needs me.

- No, Del. Wait.

- Waiting time is oversville.

She's trying to talk to me.

And I am ready to listen.

Please, Del, we've still got the games

to think about.

The games? No, that's the problem.

If it weren't for those games,

Nessie would be happy and healthy...

and minding her own business, man.

I've got to get over to Blake Castle...

before those Haggart hooligans get there

and ruin the vibe, man.

You guys keep on keeping on.

Well, good monster hunting!

Don't be a fool.

There's no such thing

as good monster hunting.

Like, words to live by.

This is our dockmaster,

Duncan MacGubbin.

Duncan MacGubbin?

I've heard that name before.

You hold the record for the most

Loch Ness Monster sightings.

Aye, that I do.

Forty-one.

Though I take no pride in the fact.

Since you're the dockmaster,

Mr. MacGubbin...

maybe you could point out

Prof. Pembrooke's boat.

- She said we could take it out on the lake.

- That's loch.

Now, there be the Professor's craft.

That's dock.

This Scottish stuff can be complicated.

It's an old fishing boat.

She's nearly as old as meself

and twice as leaky.

She'll do ye fine.

But I warn ye,

do not go looking for trouble's view.

At Loch Ness,

trouble can come looking for you.

Like, he should be writing

scary greeting cards.

- I sure wish I'd brought along my floaties.

- So do I.

There's only four life jackets on board.

Maybe there's more down here.

- It's locked from the inside.

- That's strange.

I guess two of us will have to stay behind.

You mean split up and search for clues?

I like it.

Shaggy and Scooby

volunteering for shore duty.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Maybe Shaggy and Scooby should take

The Mystery Machine.

Good idea!

What?

Don't worry, Fred.

We won't get a scratch on her.

Make that two scratches.

Suddenly this boat seems like

a much safer place.

I'm taking her up to full throttle.

Let's see what this baby can do.

Aye, aye, Captain.

I'm king of the lake... Loch.

Things look pretty clear from up here.

You take the high road

And I'll take the rocky road

Like, rocky road ice cream, that is

Scoob, we going the right way?

Great, as long as we follow the road signs,

what can go wrong?

Like, are things getting

creepier and spookier, or is it just me?

Me, too.

Anything coming up on the sonar, Velma?

Are you kidding?

This sonar system is so old,

it couldn't pick up a radio station.

That's strange.

I know her research funding is limited...

but she's obviously not spending any of it

on new equipment.

We might have something.

There's a large target off the portside bow.

Look, something's moving

along the surface.

It's her. She's back!

Freddie, now would be a good time

for one of your famous plans.

Got it!

Throw all the nets overboard.

Velma, run that line

through the yardarm tackle.

Aye, aye.

You mean, this little boat

is going to catch that gigantic monster?

That's plan "A."

Looks like you got a bite.

Okay.

- Freddie, what's plan "B"?

- We'll head for the shore.

- Forward, Fred.

- Don't tell me, tell him...

her, it.

We just lost the engine.

Look out!

At least we're cut loose from the monster.

Great, we'll call that plan "C."

Look, the buoys.

Oh, boy!

Here she comes!

- She's gone.

- But gone where?

She went under the boat and disappeared.

Like, Scoob, old buddy...

I've got a feeling

we're not in coolsville anymore.

Zoinks! Like, I think we're stuck.

Look at the size of that pothole.

Yikes!

Shaggy! Look!

Okay, I'm looking, but I'm not liking it.

It's only a little salamander.

Like, wait, Scoob.

We got to stay with the van.

Like, I think we lost her, Scoob...

but what happened to the road?

And for that matter, the land?

Like, Houston, we have a problem.

Mayday!

That sounds like Shaggy.

Shaggy? Where are you guys?

Like, incoming!

What the heck?

Somebody get that guy's license.

Doggie license?

Are you sure this is where

you saw the monster, Shaggy?

Let me see.

Like, zoinks! It's the monster!

Yeah. This is the place.

Look. These monster tracks

turn into tire tracks.

They sure aren't

from The Mystery Machine.

Who's ever heard of a monster

with a driver's license?

Sorry about your engine, Prof. Pembrooke.

- And the net rigging.

- And your refrigerator.

What happened to the refrigerator?

- Nothing.

- Yeah. Nothing.

Don't worry yourselves none.

It was all in the name of research.

And it sounds like

you had quite the sighting.

Sighting?

My eyes were closed the whole time.

Me, too.

At least the games field

is looking good as new.

Guess we owe the Haggart brothers

a hearty thanks.

Yeah, but where are they?

Those jokers?

If goofing off

were a Highland Games event...

Colin and Angus would be champions,

for sure.

Speaking of goofing off, where's Scooby?

Like, way to go, Scoob.

Here, let me have a peek.

Okay.

Look at that.

There's a groovy ship

way out there on the Loch.

Shaggy, look.

Zoinks!

Ahoy, there.

Captain Ian Locksley at your service.

Man, like, that barge is on a charge.

Oh, dear!

I'm terribly sorry about that, Miss Blake.

That's quite all right, Sir Ian.

I'm kind of getting used to this.

Yes, of course. That'll do, then.

Secure the bowline. Anchors aweigh!

Like, with Sir Ian around,

who needs a monster.

Yeah.

Well, I should have known.

Sir Ian Locksley,

a Nessie true believer after all.

Believer? Nonsense, Fiona!

I'm here to protect the games field.

I'm going to patrol these waters...

to make sure nothing else

peculiar happens.

Loch Ness is now under my command.

I can. And I will.

I hereby declare

that no boat other than mine...

is to be allowed

in the vicinity of Blake Castle.

And how could you stop me?

By having

that floating scrap pile condemned.

Now, I suggest you finish your repairs

and be on your way.

Blow it out your bagpipe.

Why, I never.

This boat's got more surprises in her

than you will ever know.

Prof. Pembrooke.

Perhaps we should go with Sir Ian

to search for more clues.

Brilliant! Perhaps we'll make a believer

out of him yet.

That's it, men. Weigh the anchor.

Zoinks! Like, I think the anchor's

going to weigh more than usual.

This sure is impressive equipment.

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