01x11 - Coast-to-Ghost

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Vincent:
This is a warning to all
living mortals...

that whosoever opens
this chest of demons...

will release 13
of the most terrifying
ghosts...

upon the face of the earth.

Scooby:
Yikes!



Let's get them, bogel.

I'm with you, weerd.

Only you can return the
demons to the chest.

Scooby & shaggy:
Why us?

Vincent: Because you
let them out.

Phew!



Just a few more miles to go.

Unh, can't stop now.

Gotta go on.

Almost there.

And how goes the long journey,
my friends?

Daphne: So far so good, Mr.
Vanghoul.

We should be in Southern
California within the hour.

Vincent:
Excellent.

Like, I can't wait to enjoy
some fun in the sun.

Like Scooby-diving.

But that's not why we're going,
shaggy.

Our specter detector
shows a swarm of

ghostly activity in California.

Vincent:
And you must be very
careful...

because tonight is the
initiation night for saps...

the spook and poltergeist society.

Ghosts will be out in great
numbers to cause havoc...

and those who succeed

will become members of saps.

Shaggy: Like, don't worry,
Vincent.

Scoob and I will keep everybody

as far away from
trouble as we can.

Yes, I have no doubt about that.

Good luck.

Over and out.

Just a few more feet.

Made it.

Vincent:
I'm coming, I'm coming.

Nice of you to, oh,

ha, ha, drop in.

I'm here to deliver

your takeout Chinese
food, Mr. vanghoul.

But you forgot my fortune cookies.

Oh.

Sorry.

I'll be right back.

I have to climb those mountains
all over again...

just to bring him
his lousy fortune cookies.

Hey, get back.

Get away.

Vincent:
All right, all right.

You're back already.

Now, that's what
I call fast service.

Uh, your fortune cookies, sir.

Wait a minute.

This isn't a cookie.

It's a Jewel. It's...

It's the eye of eternity.

No. No.

You kept me in that
chest of demons, vanghoul.

This is my revenge.

What happened?

Yikes!

A vampire.

Got to call for help.

Got to....

This is rancor calling the spook
and poltergeist society.

Come in, saps.

Do you hear me, most
exalted head ghost?

I hear you, rancor.

I'm here with the rest of
the judging committee...

to decide whether or not
to let new members into our
ghastly group.

How goes your initiation task?

Gruesomely well, master.

Vincent vanghoul has gazed
into the eye of eternity.

Within 24 hours,

he will turn
completely to stone.

We're very happy.

Then in 24 hours,

you will become a
full-fledged member of saps.

Thank you, your awfulness.

And now, my fiends,

let us see how our
other initiates are faring.

There's that dismal duo
of bogel and weerd.

I wonder how they'll mess
things up this time.

Hey, weerd,

how's the stuff in
these tanks gonna ruin...

the pico-Rivera rose-petal
parade?

Simple, bogel.

It's a special liquid
monstifier formula.

We just spray this
stuff on the flowers,

and they turn into
monster magnolias.

I get it.

Deadly dandelions.

Not to mention
carnivorous carnations.

How frustipating.

Bogel, you nincompooper.

Hey, weerd,

look.

The parade floats.

Perfect.

We'll douse them
with our formula.

Quick, get the tanks.

Get the what?

Tanks, tanks.

You're welcome, you're welcome.

Scrappy:
According to the specter
detector...

there's a heavy
concentration of ghostly energy

there in that hangar.

Scooby:
Yikes!

Like, wow,

looks like somebody broke in.

Daphne: Hmm. The parade floats
are stored in this hangar,
shaggy.

Come on.

Get ready to monsterize these
flowers.

Gosh,

look at all the pretty floats.

Uh-oh! We got visitors.

Quick, disappear.

Gee, everything looks
normal to me.

You call that normal?

Zoinks!

Relax.

This is an old magic trick.

It's done with mirrors. See?

Cut that out.

It tickles.

Who said that?

I did, that's who.

All:
A ghost!

Yikes! Look, weerd.

It's the chest of demons.

You'll never take us alive.

We'll use our secret weapon.

Zoinks! Look out, scoob.

Uh-oh! It's disappearing
time again.

Time for us to disappear too,

as in scram.

What was that, Regis?

Sounded like it came
from the float hangar.

Flowernappers!

A dead end.

We're doomed.

Look, Regis,

flowernappers.

Halt. FBI.

Unhand that giant
monster flower.

Giant monster flower?

Hey, flim flam, give me a hand.

I have a plan.

Yeah,

we'll give that flower
monster the hook.

Phew! Close call.

Not so fast, you
parade saboteurs.

Oh, no.

Like, it's a ticklish situation,
heh.

But let's roll, scoob.

Regis: Hey.
Scooby: Right, shaggy.

Let go.

This is no...

laughing matter.

Phew! That was close.

Uh-oh! It's Vince on the crystal
ball.

Vince, what's happened to your
arm?

I was tricked into looking
into the eye of eternity,

a sinister relic.

You've got to help me.

I'm turning to stone.

If you can't find a
cure for me in 24 hours,

I'll become
permanently petrified.

Aah! How did this happen?

Vincent: Well, you see,

I had this craving for
takeout Chinese food.

How can I live

knowing that we
failed our nitiation?

Wait a minute.

I'm not alive.

Pipe down, bogel.

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Vincent vanghoul's a goner.

Well, at least the night
hasn't been a total loss.

You said it.

If we save his life...

it just might get us into saps.

Follow me.

We're gonna save Vincent vanghoul.

Weerd's really gone weird.

But how can we save Vincent?

Yeah. We wouldn't know
where to look for a cure.

Weerd:
That's precisely why you need
us.

Huh!

Ghosts!

Yikes!

It's those
same two spooks.

Former spooks to you.

We seen the errors
of our ghostly ways.

We wanna help you.

We do?

Oh, heh, we do.
Oh, we do.

Scrappy:
But how can you help us?

Oh, let's see.

Ah! Here.

According to
my old ghoul scouts handbook...

the effects of the eye of
eternity can be overcome...

by looking into the mask of
mooma.

So where do we get that?

It's in a museum
on the east coast.

We'll take you to it.

Why would you help us now?

The answer is oblivious.

For years, the spook
and poltergeist society

has kept us from joining them.

Saving vanghoul
is our way of getting revenge.

So it's revenge, is it?

Those filthy traitors.

Rancor.

Yes, your divine creepiness?

Bogel and weerd seek to undo

what you have done
to Vincent vanghoul.

You must stop them.

Ah! At once, your lowness.

Stop at nothing.

I want those spooks destroyed.

Yes, your meanness.

And while you're at it,

get rid of those
troublesome kids

and their dogs.

I'm afraid you have no choice.

You're going to have
to trust those ghosts.

Let them take you
to find the mask of mooma.

Its powers can save me.

Hey, weerd,

how come we wanna save vanghoul?

We don't, you yo-yo.

But if those clowns trust us,

we might get close enough.

Bogel: Close enough?
Weerd: To the chest of demons

- to swipe it.
- Swipe it.

And if we do that...

-Yeah?
- We'll get into saps for
sure.

For sure, for sure.

What a sneaky pla...

I don't think we can believe
those two.

Like Vincent says,

we have no choice.

Flim flam: All the same, I think
we need to keep a close eye on
them.

Oh, how, pray tell,

can we prove our sincerity?

Easy.

Reach into that hat.

- Hey.
- How'd he do that?

Shaggy & Scooby:
Flim flam.

Ha, ha, I made those
handcuffs ghost-proof,

just in case you
try to slip through them.

Be careful.

Saps will try
anything to stop you.

Don't worry, Vincent,

we'll save you.

To the mystery machine, g*ng.

Uh, maybe we'll just wait here
for you to get back.

Yeah.

Bye-bye.

Good luck.

Yikes!

We'll get those
float-wrecking kids,

and when we do...

Oh, no.

Those detectives are towing
away the mystery machine.

Zoinks!

And I left the keys to our
plane in the glove compartment.

How are we gonna
get to the east coast?

We're stranded.

Not to mention the fact
that we're wanted criminals.

Relax, g*ng.

It just so happens
that I'm the owner and
manager...

of the film flam travel agency.

The what?

The flim flam travel agency.

It's your ticket to the world.

Uh, like, I think I'll stay
home.

Oh, trust me, g*ng.

Shaggy:
"Fly-by-nite airlines.

Dedicated to all the late
passengers

who have flown
fly-by-night."

Zoinks! It looks like
the red baron's been here.

I have a bad feeling
about this, flim flam.

Ah! Nonsense.

I've chartered us a private jet
with our own pilot.

Shaggy: If this is the jet,

I'll take the bus.

Scooby:
Me too.

Like, do you think this
excuse for an airport

has anyone to help
us with our bags?

Scooby: Look out!

Oh, no.

Run for it.

Like, forget it.

This is really carry-on
luggage anyway.

Shaggy:
Run for your lives!

Scooby: Wait.

Hold on.

What are you trying to do?

All:
Whoa!

All:
Whoa!

Bottoms up.

All:
Yikes!

I think we just had our first
run-in with saps.

Oh, gee.

I didn't know they cared.

Uh, let's find our pilot

and get this show on the road.

But the pilot
is going to see things my way.

Huh? What? Oh.

I think I overslept.

Now, where are my glasses?

I can't see a thing without
them.

I wonder what time it is.

Funny, I don't remember
two clocks up there.

Daphne: Yoo-hoo!

Anybody there?

Oops! Customers.

Yoo-hoo!

Pilot:
Here I am.

Oh, we're over here.

Oh, so you are.

Pilot Eddie rickenbumper

at your service.

We booked a flight to the east
coast, Mr. rickenbumper.

Fourteen of you, huh?

All: Huh!

Well, it'll be a tight fit,

but I think we can
squeeze everybody in.

Uh-oh! It's Vince.

Daphne: Mr. vanghoul,

more of you has turned to stone.

Nice of you to notice.

I just thought, since flim flam is making
the travel arrangements...

I'd mention one little
thing to him.

I'm here, Vince.

What's up?

Vince: Hurry!

Yes, sir.

And now, on your left,

we're passing over the
glorious Mississippi river.

Eddie: Huh! That must be
the mistersippi next to it.

Hey, you down there.

You with the float saboteurs.

Pull over.

Yeah, we're gonna
slap the cuffs on you.

Uh-oh!

It's those same FBI guys again.

Ditch them, Eddie.

My pleasure.

I'll dive into one of those two
tunnels down there.

But there's only one tunnel.

All:
Whoa!

Regis & toomey:
Help!

Eddie: I guess we shook that
pair of helicopters.

Well, you shook us up pretty
well too.

I'll blast them out of the sky.

Scrappy: Wow!

What a storm.

Eddie: We lost all four wings.

I can't look.

Help!

Bogel:
I must be having daymares.

All:
Help!

Eddie:
Prepare for crash landing.

Like, it looks like we're all
gonna become ghosts, ha, ha.

What's it like?

Uh, it's a living.

Eh. Not a bad landing.

I wish I knew where we were.

Hey, this feels like rubber.

Bouncy,

bouncy,

bouncy.

A trampoline.

I like it.

Well, no wonder.

Scrappy: We landed on a blimp.

Heh, just a little rest stop.

Uh-oh! It's Vince.

Flim flam,

what is holding you up?

It's called a blimp, Vince.

Relax. We'll have
you fixed up in no time.

That's exactly what you have:

No time.

Just leave everything to me.

Oh, no. Stop.

All:
Yikes!

Hang on tight, folks.

The flying flim flam
tour rides again.

Behold the grandeur
of the Grand Canyon.

All:
Yikes!

Flim flam:
Take a gander at mount rushmore.

All:
Whoa!

Flim flam:
And the pride of New York...

and last but not least,

the empire state building.

All:
Help!

Hey, guys, look.

Flim flam: "Welcome to
Massachusetts."

See? I told you I'd get us to
the east coast. h*, h*!

Massachusetts?

What a fortuitous coinkydink.

This is where the mask of mooma
is.

Cheese it. The cops.

Uh-oh!
The police must've followed us
here.

You all skedaddle out of here.

I'll stall them.

Slap the cuffs on him, toomey.

Where are those flower thieves?

Eddie: I don't know who you four
guys are talking about.

Weerd: This is where
the mask of mooma is kept.

The Salem witch museum.

Witch museum?

Like, uh, why don't you guys go
in without us?

We'll stand guard outside.

Yeah.

The door's locked.

No problem.

Follow us.

Simple.

See?

Both:
Yikes!

Weerd: There it is,

the mask of mooma.

I hope that doohickey works.

Flim flam to Vince. Come in,

Vincent.

How nice of you to call.

Where have you been?

Sorry, Vincent.

We had a few
problems on the way.

Through no fault of my travel
agency's, I might add.

But we're here now,
and so is the mask.

Well, for pity's sake, do it.

Like, I'll get the mask.

Wait a minute.

We did our part,
now you do yours.

Bogel: Yeah,

take off these ghost cuffs.

Well, I don't know.

A deal's a deal, flim flam.

They've been fair to us,

so let's be fair to them.

Oh, all right.

No one can ever say
i welshed on a promise.

Why not?

We do it all the time.

Hey.

Hold it.

Now that we have
the chest of demons,

saps has to let us in.

And as for you, Vincent...

i guess we'll have to start
calling you rocky from now on.

You'll never get away with this.

Guess again, stone-face.

We already have.

Ta-ta.

Follow those ghosts.

All:
Yikes!

Shaggy?

Daphne?

Help!

Shaggy!

Daphne!

Help!

I think we gave them the slip.

Rancor: So trying to
double-cross us ghosts,

were you?

No, no. We can explain.

We did it for the
good of saps...

honest, cross my heart,

hope to die, again, heh.

Tell him, weerd.

Okay.

It was all his idea.

Huh! Aah!

Oh, please don't hurt us.

I'm allergic to pain, you know.

Saps will know how
to deal with ghosts

that have gone good.

But we're nasty ghosts,

honest.

Flim flam!

Ah! What a relief.

I'm back to my same old warm

and lovable self.

Hey, that mummy caught the
ghosties.

Vincent's been saved
in the Nick of time.

Toomey: All right,

hold it right there.

Got you all at last.

You'll get a hundred years
for this.

Slap the cuffs on them, toomey.

Here we go again.

But wait a minute.

We can explain.

Those ghosts
caused all the trouble,

not us.

Uh-oh!

Uh-oh!

Ghosts? What ghosts?

I don't see any ghosts.

Like, what about that mummy?

Hello, heh.

But there were ghosts here,

honest.

Regis: What do
we look like, idiots?

Toomey: Don't answer that.

Rancor:
Oh, no, daylight!

I'm losing my powers.

Since you can't
produce a single ghost,

you're all under arrest.

I'll slap the cuffs...

Yikes!

It's a gho, uh...
gho... g... g...

Ghost.

No! Sunbeams!

I've got to hide.

No problem, pal.

How about here?

It's nice and dark inside.

Thanks. You guys
are real pals.

Mission accomplished.

All:
Yay!

Vincent, are you okay?

Thanks to all of you,

I'm just fine.

"Listen to me, heh," he says.

"We'll get into saps for sure,"
he says.

Pipe down.

So it's the traitors.

Yikes!

You saved vanghoul, you dolts.

You'll pay for this.

You won't become members of saps

for a hundred years.

Well, there go the
flakey phantoms.

Bon voyage.

And please forget to write.

Head:
You'll never be members...

not in a million years,

not in a hundred million years.

Scooby-dooby-doo.