Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island Page #3

to have buried treasure on the island.

Though it was never found.

Treasure?

I knew it!

It's some guy disguised as a pirate ghost

trying to scare everyone off the island!

Your turn, pal.

Don't use my sandwich to wash it down.

Eat some of that Creole potato salad.

Cats!

Come back! That grouchy gardener

isn't going to be happy about this.

Come back, Scoob!

Man! I can't pass up a hot opportunity

like this.

- You scared away Big Mona!

- Sorry.

Darn tourist! Get them, Mojo!

What's the matter, Scoob?

Not afraid of a few cats, are you?

- Rojo!

- Rojo?

You mean Mojo!

How humiliating!

Chased into a hole by one-third of a BLT.

Hang on. I'll have us out in a sec.

I hope so.

- What's going on?

- I don't know!

Are we glad to see you!

What are you doing out here?

Ruining more of my flower beds?

If you want to plant something,

there's a dead guy following us!

Yeah! Dead guy!

Where? I don't see anything.

What's going on, guys?

We could hear you screaming

all the way to the house.

It's you guys. It was horrible.

That pirate Moonscar was nothing

but bones...

...and then, he got worse.

Like a zombie!

Oh, dear!

Where did all this happen?

There's nothing here now.

Are you sure you saw a zombie?

We know a zombie when we see one.

Yeah! Zombie!

And then we ran into him.

What were you doing out here?

My job.

I was doing some planting,

got thirsty, went to get a drink...

...and came back to find these two.

What are you planting, elephants?

That hole is huge!

There's something suspicious

about that gardener.

Yeah, he is suspicious...

...but he is kind of cute.

If we're all through here,

maybe we should get going.

That's a great idea.

Get going? No way.

This place gets more interesting

by the minute.

But it is getting close to sunset.

And the ferry doesn't run at night.

We do.

We have plenty of rooms.

You could stay for the night.

Really?

I couldn't let you leave without offering

some of our famous southern hospitality.

That is,

if Lena doesn't mind some extra guests.

Sure thing, Ms. Lenoir. I'll start dinner.

Dinner?

Why didn't you say so?

And this is your room.

I hope you'll both be comfortable.

Thanks, Lena. What time's dinner?

I have never met a pair who ate so much.

Being in a state of constant terror

makes us constantly hungry.

Yeah, constantly!

Your room is this way, Fred.

You'll have a beautiful view

of the harvest moon tonight.

I hope you'll be comfortable here.

Thanks, Lena. I'm sure I will.

And this is your room, Ms. Blake.

Thanks, Ms...

Maybe I should dress

for dinner, eh, Scoob?

Me! That's who!

Quit bothering the wildlife, buddy.

How do I look?

Am I gonna turn a few heads or what?

Or what!

Boy, do I need a trim.

Much better.

Get away.

- Who's that?

- I don't know.

Get away!

Get this beast off of me!

We're terribly sorry.

Sorry.

That's quite enough.

What on earth are you doing?

- Scooby and Shaggy...

- Saw another ghost.

In here!

I don't see anything.

In the mirror! It's some Civil War guy.

There's nothing in the mirror now, guys.

There's nothing behind the mirror, either.

Wait a minute.

There's something under this dust.

Excuse me!

That's okay, Scooby!

Must have lost my eyeglass cleaning cloth.

Thanks, Scooby.

Hey, look!

"Property of Colonel Jackson T. Pettigrew,

8th Louisiana."

That sounds like a Civil War regiment.

There were Confederate barracks

on this island.

Maybe you guys saw something after all.

Ghost pirates, ghost soldiers, what's next?

Dinner.

From all the screaming up here,

I'd say you two must be starving.

Your dining room is beautiful, Simone.

Thank you, Daphne.

But I'm afraid your dog

will have to eat in the kitchen.

Dog? Where?

Come on, old buddy.

We'll chow down in the kitchen.

This gumbo is delicious.

And these biscuits, light as a feather.

Where's Beau?

He usually has dinner in his rooms

above the carriage house.

I brought him some food,

but he wasn't there.

Figures.

Cats!

Exactly how long has Beau been working

for you, Ms. Lenoir?

Several months, and it's Simone, Velma.

I think this guy is pretty suspicious.

He had excellent references.

I don't think the kitchen

was such a good idea.

You know, cats!

Cats!

This is quite enough!

The dog will have to eat outside!

Outside?

There's a dead guy out there!

May I make a suggestion?

This is a lot quieter, buddy.

And Lena even made us

a special dish to go.

Nothing like

a good old-fashioned crawfish boil!

Crawfish!

These crawfish sure are tasty.

Not much meat on this crawdad!

- Here, buddy, have a biscuit.

- Thanks!

Something tells me

you're getting the best of this meal.

Cats!

It's hard to enjoy a meal

with a bunch of eyes staring at you!

Sit tight, old buddy.

I'll find us a peaceful place to eat.

What I'd like to find out

is why these ghosts want us off the island?

It's not ghosts, Velma,

it's just guys in masks.

They're probably after the pirates' treasure.

Or covering up a smuggling operation.

Or maybe there's oil under the island.

Oh, my!

Really, guys!

For once, can't you accept that maybe...

...there are some mysteries

that have no rational explanation.

This is much better.

And now for the heat de rsistance!

On your mark, get set, ignition!

No fair! What's the matter? Chicken?

Zombies!

Come on! Come on!

I think we ditched them, buddy!

Zoinks!

Zoinks!

We should do a segment

on Lena's pecan pie.

- It's supernatural!

- You are so corny!

Now what?

I told you,

the hauntings were just beginning.

If you ladies will excuse me.

Lena, get them some lanterns.

Right away.

But please, Fred, you must be careful.

Where are you?

Guys?

So, it's you!

Where are Scooby and Shaggy?

Your crazy friends are near the bayou

screaming about zombies.

I didn't see any.

You never do!

And you're never around

when these ghosts and zombies appear.

Yeah. Now isn't that a coincidence?

Save your suspicions for later, guys.

Right now we have to find

Scooby and Shaggy.

- I think we should split up.

- Good idea.

- I'll go with Beau.

- Bad idea!

I'll go with Beau.

I won't let him out of my sight.

Why do you keep treating me

like I'm a suspect?

Because you are!

Let me go!

Quicksand.

Jinkies!

Thanks, but you're still a suspect!

Fred, over here.

- What is it?

- Crawdad shells.

I guess the guys liked

your girlfriend's cooking, too.

She's not my girlfriend, Daph.

I just said I enjoy her cooking.

And what about Beau?

What about him?

- Daphne, are you...

- I can handle myself, thank you.

It's probably the gardener.

We'll just see about that.

Take it easy, Shag. It's just a mask!

If this is a mask, Fred,

it's a pretty darn good one.

Good one? It's the fakest,

cheesiest mask I've ever seen.

Really?

But it feels real!

You're not pulling hard enough!

Okay, Mr. Macho. Why don't you try it?

Sure. Hold this, Shag.

Either hold it still or give it to Daphne.

- It's the gardener.

- No!

- It's the fisherman!

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