Scooby Doo and the Robots Page #2

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That's Dr. Fleg,

the scientist who runs this place.

VELMA:
He seems to be working

on a way to replicate himself.

Creepy. Is he mad?

He looks pretty happy in the drawing.

FLEG:

What are you kids doing in my lab?

On second thought, I'll go with mad.

We were just trying to find out

why the lights all went out.

Well, you don't belong in here.

Before we leave, as paying guests

at this not-so-inexpensive resort...

...I think you owe us

some sort of explanation.

I don't owe you anything.

But I suppose it's only right...

...that you be warned.

- Warned?

Some of my manimatrons,

a robot called Cold Steel...

...and his band of desperadoes,

have gotten out of my control.

They've turned unthinkably evil.

I'll have to close down Cyber Gulch.

You can't do that. Hey, we'll help you

find out what's going on.

I thought I deactivated them...

...but suddenly they're up

and running again.

Hungry for fresh energy drained

out of living humans.

Shaggy and Scooby.

We've got to find them right now.

- All the robot cowboys seem to be gone.

- Well, maybe they're just on a break.

SHAGGY:

Help!

SCOOBY:

Help!

Shaggy and Scooby

are in that jailhouse.

- Our heroes.

- What happened?

Scary, creepy cowboy robots

stuck us in here.

Like, at sunrise something horrible

is gonna happen to our brains.

Not if we can help it.

I'll look around for a cake

with a file inside.

Better yet...

...tweezers and a stale taffy bar.

- And you're out.

- You should patent those things.

That's them. The mechanical maniacs.

Hold it. Stop what you're doing. Now!

They're your robots.

Please stop them!

They're not responding.

They can no longer be controlled.

My creations are rebelling.

No. No.

You can't turn on your own creator.

You can't have my brain.

You can't have my brain!

What are they going to do?

Anything they want.

SHERIFF:

Well, hang on there, pilgrims.

That's no way to treat stranger folks.

Come on. Time to get

the heck out of Gulch.

[HORSE WHINNYING]

FRED:

Hyah! Hyah!

Who do you think is behind

those malicious marauders?

It could still be the scientist.

He's just nuts enough.

How about

that cow-hugging historian?

Or sneaky little Gibby Norton.

I'd love it to be him.

Those low-down polecats

are on our trail.

Zoinks! Do you think these horses know

the way to Alaska?

They'd be rode too hard.

We'll catch the train to Sedona...

...get help from real live people

and come back to solve this mystery.

[ALL SCREAMING]

Like, at least those robot rough-guys

didn't follow us into the river.

Hmm. I believe I'm close to solving

the mystery of Cyber Gulch.

FRED:
Be very quiet. The rocks up there

don't look too steady.

We haven't seen those demented droid

desperadoes in over an hour.

Do you think we've left them behind?

I hope, I hope, I hope.

Me too, me too, me too.

They're definitely not behind.

[ALL GASP]

[SCREAMING]

Thanks, Scoob.

Like, that's what I call a rock concert.

[ALL GASP]

Fred, quick. Plan? Run? What?

Hee-ya!

Wow, Freddy.

Yeah. Learned that at the Elvis camp.

Course, the King did it

while holding a guitar.

SHERIFF:

Yeehaw!

Sheriff Lawman. How did you find us?

Been tailing Cold Steel and his men.

Finally paid off.

Well, you can relax, sheriff.

We vamoosed those psychotic cyborgs.

Sorry, folks. Y'all have to come with me

back to Cyber Gulch.

- Like, why?

- It's my sworn duty to protect the town.

You came there

and destroyed the peace.

And now you're wanted dead or alive.

Well, in that case, I vote for alive.

[CROWD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

What do you have against us?

Well, little missy...

...since you were caught

at the ranch-house laboratory...

...it's gotta be you folks

who reactivated those vicious varmints.

That's a crime in Cyber Gulch.

But we didn't. You have to believe us.

We're innocent.

Frontier justice will decide that.

Out here it's short and swift.

[WHIMPERING]

Oh, stop that. It's a Western clich.

And so is kangaroo-court justice.

Release them at once.

No can do, ma'am.

They need to be locked up.

They caused a lot of trouble hereabouts.

- But we didn't.

- Don't worry, Velma.

I'll wait for you till you get out.

Eat water, sheriff.

[FLEG SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

[COUGHS]

Aha!

- Dr. Fleg is a robot?

- Apparently so.

It became obvious that water

shorts the cybernetic circuits.

So if Fleg's not human,

then who built the robots?

Sheriff Lawman didn't spark.

He's very human.

It's true. I created Dr. Fleg

and every manimatron in town.

And you didn't do it just so people

could have a vacation weekend.

I reckon not, little missy.

Years ago I was a skinny kid,

Myron Scrum...

... the class computer nerd

that everyone always picked on.

Well, I had to do something about it.

So one day my inventions allowed

that I could create Cyber Gulch Resort...

... and spend the rest of my life

saving people every day...

...being the town hero.

Well, who created those bad guys?

I'm afraid I did that too.

Made Cold Steel and his men

tough and challenging...

...to make my rescues necessary.

I guess I did too good a job.

They got out of control.

I shut them down after the last attack

on some tourists.

And they never

would have been reactivated...

...if you kids hadn't been meddling

around my ranch-house lab.

- I wasn't meddling there.

- Me neither.

- Were you meddling?

- Not me.

- Not me.

- For once, none of us were meddling.

Well, somebody was.

VELMA:

Gibby.

So you were in that lab trying to find

the secrets of the animatronics here.

Why?

ALL:

A Gibbyland theme park?

He was trying to impress Velma.

Gibby, I wouldn't be impressed

even if you came up with a robotic me.

- Aha!

- Don't get any ideas.

SHERIFF:

Well, buckaroos...

...sorry your fantasies got a little

bushwhacked because of mine.

Good luck with Cyber Gulch, sheriff.

Or as we cowpokes say, "Happy trails."

Yes. The world can always use

one more hero.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, I'm much obliged to you kids.

In fact, I'd like to leave Scooby here...

...with a little something

I whipped together.

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

B- doo! B-doo!

B- doo! B-doo!

DAPHNE:

Aww. It's so cute.

[ALL LAUGHING]

[GIGGLES]

[English - US - SDH]

ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]: A legendary

Driver Champ Truman...

...heads down Gainesville's back straight

at over 220 miles an hour.

You're a surgeon

with a screwdriver, Steve.

You got this heap of metal running

quicker than a bunny stealing carrots.

Uh, Champ, I'm not gonna let anyone

outrace you tomorrow.

That trophy is...

SKELETON [OVER RADIO]:

You know what, Champ?

I think this is gonna be your final lap.

[LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

[WHIMPERING]

Need a lift?

[LAUGHING]

[GIGGLING]

- Sandwich?

- Scoob, I'm driving a racecar.

There's no possible way I can eat a...

Like, maybe just a bite.

DAPHNE [OVER RADIO]:

Are you okay, Shaggy?

Car's driving like a dream.

DAPHNE:
How's it going, Velma?

- Quiet.

Great. Now I have to start

my safe-driver checklist all over.

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