Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed Page #4

In the prison cafeteria,

he used to steal my Tater Tots!

And he got the lead in My Fair Lady.

Then why did we find the monster book

in your library?

Wait a second.

You're the runts what vandalized my home.

Which one of you stole my toilet brush?

Gentlemen.

- I'm sorry, Jeremiah.

- What happened? I haven't finished!

Wait, fellas!

Wowee, Scooby-Doo!

I think we're onto something.

It's like a huge laboratory.

- Go ahead.

- Okay.

This place is like Clue-topia, Scoob.

Refrigerator!

Lemonade!

Check it out.

Look at those weird letters, Scoob.

Shaggy?

Scooby-Doo,

you turned into a freaky monster.

You don't eat stuff that glows.

There's got to be an antidote

in here somewhere.

Try this, Scoob. It looks medicinal.

Tastes like...

Strawberries.

I'm okay, Scoob.

I've got a chick's body!

I'm the Tasmanian Devil!

Check it out, dude!

I'm buff.

My God.

It seems as if I've become

ludicrously intelligent.

It's awful! I long for the blissful ignorance

of my former self.

Chasing cats, licking my own rear end,

eating my own vomit.

Those were wonderful times.

Check out my pecs, little man!

Hush now, buffoon.

This is a highly combustible synthesis.

A what?

I'm going to transform us back!

No way, geek!

I'm gonna stay this way forever!

No!

Let's go!

Careful, gang.

This "Schwarzeneggian" oaf

almost destroyed us.

Go boom.

You are embarrassing.

That was almost exactly like

my freshman year in college.

What are you guys doing here?

You're supposed to be sick, Scooby.

I invented a potion.

You lied to us. We're a team.

You don't just go off half-cocked

doing whatever you want.

Hey, gang.

"Beware who enters the Monster Hive.

Inside your fears will come alive."

Oh, my.

Look! It's the costumes

from the museum!

- Zombie.

- Miner 49er.

- Captain Cutler.

- I bet they're all here.

He must have used the costumes

to make real monsters, which implies...

He needs the costumes to make

the monsters, which implies...

He already had a Pterodactyl Ghost costume

somehow, which implies...

Patrick's the one.

Velma's in love.

No, I mean the one.

The bad guy.

That's why he wanted to go out with me.

To see what we knew.

We just saw Patrick

at the bad guys' hangout.

He was working both sides

of Psycho Street.

I don't know who's behind this, but we

don't need him transforming more costumes.

Let's find a way to shut down

this monster-maker for good.

Guys? What's over here?

This light is strange.

Scooby-Doo.

We're the ones that found this place.

Score one for the big guys!

Now we need to keep acting

like mondo-groovy detectives. Come on.

Like, wowee.

Cool! Like, "tuneage."

Like, what's that weird sound?

Captain Cutler!

Miner 49er!

The Tar Monster!

We have...

...to remain...

...calm.

Calm, Scooby-Doo!

You're not being calm!

I needed that.

I needed that too.

You're pushing your luck, Scoob!

You girls find anything?

- He did it.

- Scoob!

Fred, disconnect that control panel!

Maybe it'll stop the machine!

Come on, this way! Quick, the elevator!

- Like, The 10,000 Volt Ghost!

- Come on, Scoob!

We're gonna die!

- Think positive!

- We're gonna die quickly!

Wait for me!

Come on, girls!

- An exit!

- Run, Shaggy!

Stop them!

Destroy the city if you have to,

but get me that control panel!

With it, they can destroy everything

I've set out to do.

Hurry up, gang.

We need to find Shaggy and Scooby.

End of the line, Mystery Inc.!

Die!

Let's book, Scoob.

Oh, boy.

Let's rip it, Scoob!

Zoinks!

I don't know.

Banzai!

We're getting rad!

Like, this pipe's ripping, Scoob!

Zoinks!

Hello.

Scooby!

Are you guys okay?

Sure. As long as you define "okay"

as "in massive agony."

We should get back to headquarters.

No! That'll be the first place

they'll look for us.

I think I know where to go.

Move that worthless piece of tin!

Unlike some of you,

I have a very important meeting!

Citizens! Turn in Mystery Inc.

Your reward:
We'll let you live.

My monsters can make life very unpleasant.

Find me Mystery Inc., now.

Heather Jasper-Howe with an emergency

update for Investigative Probe.

A monster army has invaded Coolsville.

Angry citizens have gathered

outside Mystery Inc. 's offices in protest.

They're insisting the gang cooperate

with the Evil Masked Figure's demands.

Mystery Stink! Mystery Stink!

Excuse me, sir.

Do you have anything to say for yourself?

I beg you, Mystery Inc.

If you can hear me, turn yourselves in.

If we do, he'll get the control panel back,

and the city will be in worse shape.

We'd be playing right into his hands.

Please. For our city's sake.

Sorry. You're cancelled.

The old high-school clubhouse.

We should be safe here.

We haven't been here in years.

Freddy, are you okay?

- Do you wanna talk?

- Talking's for wimps.

It's time for action.

You know, Scoob...

...this Evil Masked Figure

is turning Coolsville into Ghoulsville.

And the gang is totally taking a hit for it.

Like, this is the most "our-faultiest"

screwup ever, Scoob.

Still works.

Look, all my old tools.

After all our so-called success...

...we're back in this old firetrap.

Keep away! Go out.

- Hit me, Fred. I'm open!

- Get it, Shaggy!

Good one.

Velma, here!

Good throw, Velm!

- Fred! It's mine.

- Gotcha!

Throw it to me!

Go long!

Go, Scooby!

Dude!

It all seemed so easy back then.

We solved mysteries for the love of them,

not to prove anything to anyone.

And the mysteries all seemed

to unravel themselves.

Sometimes, the answers

would just appear like magic.

My first multiple-resonance

imaging device.

Made out of a crystal radio

and old video games.

Wait a minute.

Randamonium has an algorithmic

cross-currency of negative 4.121.

With it, maybe...

Well, just maybe...

We could reverse the current

and reverse the monster-making process!

All we need to do

is rewire the control panel...

Bring it back to the Monster Hive

and plug it into the base.

- Push the button...

- And instead of creating monsters...

...all the monsters will be destroyed.

Like, they're totally having

a montage in there without us.

I'll tell you one thing for sure.

They don't need our help to figure it out.

We're screwups.

The only time we do anything right is when

we accidentally plow into the Snow Ghost...

...because we've accidentally glued our feet

to rocket-powered roller-skates.

Eight stupid times.

Face it, Scoob.

We'll never be anything

but our old goofy selves.

I wish once...

...just once...

...I could do the right thing on purpose.

You know, Scoob?

Like, be a hero...

...and save the day.

But who are we kidding, right?

Captain Cutler's Ghost.

Captain Cutler's Ghost!

They found us. Finish that in the van

when we get to the Monster Hive.

Go, Fred! Hit it!

- What do we do?

- What do we do?

Fine. Let's go back!

That's the wrong way!

Shaggy! Give me a hand.

This is tied for

the most terrifying day of my life.

- Tied with what?

- Every other freaking day of my life!

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