Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island Page #4

- No!

- It's the ferryman.

- No.

Maybe it's...

... real!

I told you it wasn't a mask!

It must be animatronic.

Are you getting all this?

It's dj vu all over again.

And we know what to do, eh, Scoob?

Yeah! Run!

It's a regular zombie jamboree!

And I suppose they're all animatronic, too.

Well, it is a possibility, Daph.

You're not a skeptic, Fred.

You're in denial.

It's Lena!

We left her and Simone unprotected.

Come on!

The camera! It's quicksand!

This way!

Zoinks!

Someone's been playing with dolls, Scoob!

Yeah. Dolls.

Did you find the guys?

Yeah, but we lost them

when we found zombies!

Real zombies!

Real? Really real, Fred?

I hate to admit it, but they were.

Yeah, I finally got my story...

...and all the proof sank in quicksand!

Not again!

This one looks like Daphne.

Sorry, Fred!

It's not my fault!

Something's controlling me.

Beau, get us down.

I can't.

Jinkies! Sorry!

I wonder who made these dolls.

Look! Eyes!

Come on! We've got to get to the house!

- It was just a bunch of bats!

- Yeah.

We're not looking for ghoulfriends, right?

Let's get out of here!

The generator must have gone out.

I'll go check it.

No way.

I'm not letting you out of my sight.

- Are you...

- All right?

Yeah.

Thanks.

What's going on?

It was a nightmare.

Ms. Lenoir and I went outside

to wait for you...

...when we were attacked by these...

Zombies?

Yes!

We ran back to the house, and

Ms. Lenoir opened this secret passageway.

She said it was built during the Civil War

to hide from Union soldiers.

But the zombies came after us.

They grabbed Ms. Lenoir

and dragged her away.

Thank goodness you've come.

You say the zombies

dragged Simone away.

Yes, it was horrible.

Don't worry. We'll find her.

It's going to be okay!

Come on, we've got to save Simone.

Come on! This way.

Where are we?

Looks to me like a place for voodoo rituals.

- But why don't we just ask Lena?

- What are you talking about?

Her story about Simone

getting dragged by zombies wasn't true.

I saw the footprints of Simone's heels.

She wasn't dragged.

She walked down that tunnel.

Very clever, Velma, but it's too late.

Sorry, Freddy. I really do like you.

What would you do if you didn't like me?

Voodoo dolls!

These wax dolls do come in handy.

So that's where the cleaning cloth

for my glasses went.

Sorry I suspected you.

Apology accepted.

The harvest moon will soon reach

the midnight point on this moondial...

...and then the ceremony will begin.

What ceremony?

You won't get away with this.

I've been getting away with it

for 200 years.

At least Scoob and Shaggy are still free.

Maybe...

I heard that, Fred!

Those two simpletons.

We didn't even bother

making wax dolls of them.

A waste of time and magic wax.

Just what are you planning to do to us?

It's simple.

Every harvest moon

I must drain the life force...

...from victims lured to my island...

...to preserve my immortality!

This is more haunted stuff

than I really wanted.

Jacques!

- Are we ever glad to see you!

- Yeah!

There's no time to waste.

I am happy to see y'all.

If you're as old as you say you are,

then I'll bet you're the one...

...who found Morgan Moonscar's treasure.

Morgan Moonscar!

He was the cause of all this!

I was one of a group of settlers

who made this island our home.

We looked to our cat god

for a bountiful harvest.

Until that night when he came ashore.

He drove the islanders into the bayou.

All except for Lena and myself.

We uttered a curse on the pirates...

... to destroy them

as they had destroyed our island.

Our wish was granted.

We became cat creatures

and destroyed the pirates.

Only afterwards did we discover

that invoking the cat god's power...

...had cursed us as well.

Over the years,

boats continued to come to our island.

One was full of spice traders

who started a pepper plantation.

The plantation flourished.

At least until the harvest moon.

Sometimes it became necessary

for Lena to lure outsiders...

...back to the island.

Just like you lured us.

I've had years of practice.

And those zombies are

just the poor souls you drained.

They were trying to warn us...

...so we wouldn't suffer

the same fate they did!

Pretty smart for a television reporter.

Sounds like Jacques has found

your frightened friends.

Jacques?

We needed a ferry driver.

The old man wanted immortality...

...so we gave it to him.

Going somewhere?

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

Come on, Scoob. Now's our chance!

Jacques is in trouble!

Forget about him!

They must be drained now...

...while the moonlight is

in the midnight alignment!

What are you guys doing, charades?

Jinkies! Look out!

I've had enough of that meddling dog!

Dog? Where?

If I can just...

Oh, no!

Shaggy! The zombies are the good guys!

Are you out of your mind?

I'm free.

This is a piece of Lena's blouse.

Come on, Scoob!

You're not the only ones

who like playing with dolls.

Are you guys okay?

I was beginning to feel like a raisin!

Looks like your nine lives are up!

Zoinks! What's happening to them?

Their spirits have been avenged...

...so they can finally rest in peace.

Thank you.

I can't believe all this!

Without our videotape,

no one else will, either.

I've got nothing for my show.

The police will never believe

this story either.

Don't be so sure.

I'm Detective Beau Neville.

Been working undercover

investigating the island disappearances.

Jinkies! So that's why

you were digging around.

Yes, ma'am.

Just trying to dig up evidence.

Not positive my superiors

will buy this story though.

Beau... Detective Neville,

have you ever been on TV?

You know, Fred, with all the zombies

and cat creatures gone...

...this is a pretty romantic spot.

Yeah.

The bayou casts a spell all its own.

No matter how hard you try

to solve its mysteries...

...it always keeps something hidden.

That was beautiful, Detective Neville.

There's a bit of a poet in you.

I don't know about that, ma'am.

But I would like

to write detective stories someday.

Jinkies! I've always been crazy

about a good detective, story, that is.

I even own my own mystery bookstore.

No kidding.

Where's Scooby?

He's picking a peck of peppers for the road.

Hurry up, Scoob!

We're pulling out!

Okay!

Darn tourists!

Look what I've got for you, old buddy.

We're finally going

to have a nice peaceful meal.

Shaggy! Cats! Yikes!

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