See, Maizy, when
someone goes by
this dummy jumps
out to scare 'em.
- Cool.
Oh, Levi, this is gonna
be the best Halloween
harvest ever!
Especially since this year,
you're my Corn Cob Queen.
And you're my Corn Cob King!
Guys, it isn't even
Halloween yet.
Duh, Maizy, we're practicing.
Well, don't let
anybody see you.
It'll spoil the surprise.
Hey, who set up
that scarecrow?
Is that
another dummy?
- No.
That's
Cornfield Clem!
Get out of my cornfield!
We're here.
Happy Halloween,
everybody.
It says here,
that the Cobb Corners
Halloween harvest festival
has become so famous,
that families come
from all over the state
to have a spooky,
but safe Halloween.
I'm so looking forward to it.
Yeah!
Like, they make
corn on the cob, corn muffins,
corn bread, kettle corn
and corn dogs.
- It's a regular corn-ucopia.
- SCOOBY: Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Wonder if they've
started cooking yet.
- Something's up.
- Huh?
Now, folks,
I'm sure there is
a reasonable explanation.
Reasonable?
Cornfield Clem
is not reasonable.
He's... It's a menace!
I say, we cancel
everything right now,
before someone gets hurt.
Who's Cornfield Clem?
Local legend?
Supernatural creature?
Homicidal maniac?
Just guessing.
Are they really
going to shut down
the Halloween festival?
Eh, yep.
Because of a scarecrow?
Eh, yep.
That's crazy.
Eh, yep.
My friends, this
festival is too important to
our community,
especially now that
the toothpick factory
closed down.
And I'm sure we can handl
this without any more
disruptions, isn't that right
Sheriff Kern?
Well, yes, Mayor Husk.
But, if I may add
a brief word of caution,
- I think...
- Thank you, Sheriff,
duly noted.
Now, let's all dig in
and make this the best
Halloween festival ever!
Dumb 'ol
Cornfield Clem!
Why'd he have to show up now,
when I finally get
to be Corn Cob Queen?
Maizy, shh, he'll
come after us.
He already came after us!
Excuse me, but can we talk?
And here is the
house specialty,
- pumpkin and cheese pizzas.
Like, two of the greatest
food groups together.
- Right, Scoob?
- Uh-huh.
Are they like
this all the time?
No, sometimes they
get really hungry.
Now, what were you
saying about...
Cornfield Clem?
He's been famous around here
for 200 years.
It all started wit
this old woman, okay?
Everybody said
she was a witch,
so they ran her out of town.
Don't let her get away!
Very well, then, I shall go.
But whilst you
may be rid of me,
you shall never be
rid of my curse!
I give you, Cornfield Clem
and I vow that he shall
make your lives
as sorrowful as you
have made mine!
They say Cornfield Clem
comes back every year
at harvest time
and haunts the town
until Halloween.
Has that ever happened?
Not that we can remember.
Which proves that
it's just an old legend.
Cornfield Clem isn't real.
Is this real enough?
Well, g*ng, looks like
we have a mystery
on our hands.
Like, we may need to
order more pizza
just to calm our nerves.
Mm-hmm.
Waiter!
But, he can't be real.
Daphne, it
doesn't matter if we
think Clem is real,
what matters is these
folks think he's real.
Oh, yeah? Well, we've been
a lot more scared than that.
Yeah, a lot more.
Where'd they get that costume?
My guess is, over there.
Good eye, Daphne.
Well, you know,
me and shopping.
It looks like
a Cornfield Clem
convention in there.
He is our biggest seller.
Do you sell a lot
of those masks?
Well, Cornfield Clem
is a local favorite.
By Halloween, I figure
a hundred people will
be wearing 'em.
That won't make
our job any easier.
By the way, love your mask.
What mask?
Awkward!
What?
What did I say?
Hello!
And welcome to the Cobb
Corners Halloween
Harvest festival.
We'll each have one, please.
- One ear?
- No, one bushel.
With extra butter.
Huh?
Excuse us, sir.
We'd like to go in
and search the maze.
Mmm, nope.
But we have to catch
Cornfield Clem.
Mm-mmm, nope.
Is that all you're gonna say?
Eh, yep.
Hey, guys.
Check this out.
- Like, isn't that cool?
If you're a garbage disposal.
Abner, are these kids
giving you a problem?
Eh, yep.
Sheriff, you have to trust us.
We're serious
investigators and we have
to get into that maze.
Look here, pretty boy,
that field isn't
just full of corn,
it's growing a crop of evil,
mayhem as high
as an elephant's eye.
Do you ever go to the movies?
Hmm, not often enough.
Well, I've seen 'em all.
Trust me.
Those amber waves of grain
are like an ocean stocked
with every giant shark,
k*ller piranha and angry
blowfish you've ever seen.
Blowfish?
- But no one's gonna get
sliced and diced on my watch.
Which is why this
cornfield is off limits.
Looks like we
need a plan "B."
We already got our plan "B."
- Corn dogs!
- Yeah!
We knew we could count on you.
I saw some tables
over here, Scoob.
- Ah!
Huh?
Relax, Scoob,
it's just a prop.
Oh!
Thank you... Oh!
That's no prop!
That's Cornfield Clem!
Run, Scoob! Run!
Uh, this might be one of those
disruptions you mentioned.
Allow us. Fred?
Net g*n.
You've done this
before, have you?
Uh-huh.
Huh, quick, Scoob, in there!
sh**t, Fred. sh**t!
I'm on it!
Like, who's running this
run-away hay ride?
- Wait!
- Hey!
- SHAGGY:
Like, I don't think this
wagon comes with
air bags, Scoob!
Where are we?
Huh?
A cemetery?
Like this whole night
hasn't been scary enough?
Let's get out of here!
I caught you, you
miserable thieves!
Who? Us?
Are you guys
all right?
Yeah, except this dude
thinks we stole something.
My shovels, my tool box,
everything but
this old pickaxe.
All taken by some tall,
skinny fellow like you.
Who is skinny?
This is all muscle!
How long ago were
your tools taken?
Been happening all week.
We just got into town today,
Shaggy couldn't have done it.
Oh! Well, then I guess we
can bury the hatchet.
"Bury"? Get it?
Hey, that's a little
graveyard humor.
Good one.
Don't worry, sir. I bet
when we solve the
Cornfield Clem mystery,
we'll find out who's been
stealing from you, too.
Did you notice?
The cemetery stretches
all the way back to
the cornfield.
- Which means...
- That Cornfield Clem
may have more on his mind
than scaring people.
Creepy.
Folks, we have
to face the facts.
Thanks to the catastrophe
visited upon us
by Cornfield Clem,
and by some of our guests...
Uh...
I must reluctantly,
as your Mayor,
cancel the rest
of the festival.
No...
And since it's clear tha
the local authorities
cannot keep us safe...
Said Mayor Pass-the-buck.
I also recommend you
parents keep your kids
indoors this Halloween.
- BOY: Oh, no!
Then what? How long are we
supposed to be prisoners
in our own homes?
Dwayne, you know
as well as I do.
The day after Halloween,
we harvest the corn
and mow the field flat.
After that we can only hop
that Cornfield Clem
will leave us alone,
at least for a year.
But if the festival's off,
I won't get to be
Corn Cob Queen!
Well, she sure has
her priorities straight.
Right, Fred?
Huh? Oh, yeah, right.
One more thing,
make sure no one
gets near that
cornfield tonight.
- You can count on that, sir.
- Good.
'Cause this is the second
calamity in a year.
And if you don't do any
better this time around,
I will have your badge.
What'd he mean,
"second calamity"?
Well, the fact is,
some months ago
we had a bank robbery
here in town.
SCOOBY-DOO: Robbers?
For reals?
For reals?
Yes, we think it was
a one-man job.
County payroll
was in the safe, so there
was lots of cash.
- I set up road blocks,
checkpoints,
the whole kit and caboodle.
I found the
getaway car, empty.
There was too much
money to carry, so he
didn't run off with it
but I never found
him or the cash.
The car, was it near
the cornfield?
I suppose it was.
Why am I not surprised?
Abner, there you are,
set up some barriers.
Nobody is getting into
that cornfield tonight.
Is that clear?
Eh, yep.
Hey, like not all
the news is bad.
There's a candy corn factory
one town over,
and they give tours!
Sorry, but there's only one
place we're going tonight,
and that's in the maze,
to find Cornfield Clem.
Did we mention, free samples?
Mmm...
Uh... Oh!
Kids, get away
from the window.
The Mayor said Halloween
was canceled.
- Stupid scarecrow.
Let's go.
Can Scooby-Doo
and I just stand guard?
Please?
- Ow!
This map Maizy gave
me will get us where
we need to go.
And where is that?
Where the scarecrow
is working.
Uh, working on what?
A better personality?
Note to self. Don't wear
high heels in a corn field.
My shoes aren't the problem.
There's a hole.
And another.
Cornfield Clem
has been digging.
Digging for wh...
Shaggy?
Like what's he
digging for? China?
Looks like he found
what he was after.
Uh-oh!
What do you hear, Scoob?
Where to now, Scooby?
Hmm.
I think we found him.
You mean like, he found us!
Spread out!
Run!
The balloon
from the festival!
Hmm.
Hey!
I know this row.
Scoob! Jump!
Ha! He missed us!
Huh?
sh**t, Fred, sh**t!
On it!
Huh?
I was on the road
when I saw that combine...
- Is that Cornfield Clem?
- Yes.
Or to be more precise,
Abner, your hired hand.
- I can't believe it.
- It's him all right.
The first thing we
noticed was that his
hands weren't calloused
like a farm worker's,
but soft and smooth
like a safe cr*cker's.
Sheriff, those
roadblocks you set up
did stop him from driving
out of town after
he robbed the bank.
You forced him to bury
the cash in an open field.
He figured he'd come back an
get it once the heat was off
What he didn't realize
was that the field was
just planted with corn.
When he came back,
he couldn't see where
he buried the money.
Imagine his panic
when he searched the field
and had no idea where to dig!
He needed time
to figure it out.
That's when he
realized, he could use
the Halloween Harvest
to his advantage.
That's why he dressed u
like Cornfield Clem,
so he could frighten folks
away and work in secret.
He added arm
extensions to make his
scarecrow even scarier.
Get up.
All he had to do was
dig up the money before
they cut down the corn
after Halloween.
Yep.
And I would have
gotten away with it too,
if it weren't for you
meddling kids
and your spooky old dog!
Eh, yep!
Well, g*ng, looks like
we've solved another mystery.
Yeah, like except for one,
where's Scoob?
Mm-mmm.
Trick or treat!
Scooby-dooby-doo!
Scooby-Doo! and the Spooky Scarecrow (2013)
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