[eerie music]
rattle rattle
[eerie music]
[instrumental music]
Are you sure this is New York City?
Yeah, absolutely, now, if I'm not mistaken
this here is, uh, Broadway.
- 'What's that street sign say?' - '"Gator avenue."'
Hm. I wonder how far Gator Avenue is from Broadway.
According to this map, 2,000 miles.
Well, in that case, we're going to need
to fill up the tank, ha ha.
[eerie music]
[instrumental music]
Hello? Hello, anybody there?
Hello?
[growls]
[sighs] Puddles!
[barking]
Come back!
[growling]
Hmm, hmm.
Oh.
Mm-hmm.
Puddles?
[growling]
[snarling]
[shrieking]
[screaming]
Gator Man!
Oh, sweetie, there's there's no such thing as..
[growling]
Gator Man!
Uh-ha-ha
[growling]
[all screaming]
[tires squealing]
Puddles!
[barking]
[growling]
[snarling]
[theme music]
♪ Scooby-Dooby-Doo ♪♪
[thunder rumbling]
[rain falling]
[instrumental music]
[rain falling]
Oh, I am so bored.
We haven't had a good mystery in I don't know when!
[snoring]
[sighs] Fred, I think I've read
every magazine in your house.
Huh, what's that?
No, don't!
Don't! Huh!
"Traps Illustrated?"
Freddy!
I, uh, I read it for the articles.
In fact, it's where I got the idea
for this little beauty.
[instrumental music]
Who do you expect to trap
outside your front door?
[doorbell rings]
[rattling]
[groaning]
Let's find out.
I got a package for, uh, Fred Jones.
Hey, that's me.
[rattling]
(male #1) 'Ah! Oh!'
What is it?
[thunder rumbles]
Like, um
I think it's a box.
[thunder rumbles]
[gasps] It's from Mr. E!
[thunder rumbling]
"Saved this for a rainy day. Enjoy."
Humph. Mr. E gives me the creeps.
Fred, careful. That could be a bomb.
Ooh, strike that. Cute purse.
Check it out!
"100% pure gator, made in Gatorsburg."
Gatorsburg?
But that's impossible.
Gatorsburg hasn't manufactured gator products in decades.
Not since the gator mines dried up.
Gator mines?
[thunder rumbling]
Gatorsburg was founded back in the 1800s
when a group of prospectors searching for gold
struck something much more valuable.
Alligator.
(male #2) Yeah! We're all gonna be rich!
[cheering]
Gatorsburg had more alligators than anywhere in the world.
Overnight, Gatorsburg became a boomtown.
The town became famous for it's gator skin products.
[instrumental music]
Then the gator wells ran dry.
Gatorsburg became a ghost town.
But, like, Freddy
it says it was made in Gatorsburg.
[sniffs] Ooh, smells new.
Gang, we have a mystery on our hands.
Oh, sweet Christmas, finally!
[instrumental music]
[screaming]
(Shaggy) 'Oh, boy!'
[tires squealing]
[eerie music]
[instrumental music]
(Velma) 'This is what happens when a civilization is founded'
on an entirely gator-based economy.
Alright, gang, let's
split up and look for clues.
What do you say, Shaggy?
Wanna go clue hunting with me?
Velma! Huh!
Come on, not in front of Scoob!
[sniffing]
Huh? I didn't touch it!
Like, dude, how about we check out Gator Burger?
[slurps] Sounds delicious!
[growling]
[door creaks]
[gasps] Like, jackpot, Scooby-Doo, huhu.
Ahh!
[instrumental music]
Ooh? Ooh!
[slurping]
We need to talk.
Velma, like, I would love to
but, like, I can't hear anything
over the sound of my own stomach.
It's going, "Like, maybe give me a triple with cheese
"and chili
and, like, a pickle."
You know what? Forget it.
Velma, wait up!
Like, Velm, what did I do?
Nothing!
You didn't do anything.
So me not doing anything is the thing
that you're mad about?
Like, why do girls have to be so confusing?
Let's go, gang, there's nothing to trap here.
Looks like Mr. E sent us on a wild goose chase.
Ah, yeah, more like a wild gator chase!
Ha ha!
[clicking]
Hmm, that's weird.
Can you tell what the problem is, Fred?
You see that hole there?
That should be an engine.
[engine revving]
[thunder rumbling]
[instrumental music]
You kids are in some serious trouble!
(Shaggy) 'Hoo, gulp.'
[thunder rumbling]
Care to tell me what you're doing in Gatorsburg?
Our van broke down.
Maybe you could take a look at it.
You look like you've got the hands for the job.
Hey, what size is your ring finger?
Why the heck should I help you?
Because you're...a mechanic?
[sighs] Touché.
Here's your problem. Engine's missin'.
Uh, I'm gonna have to order a new one from Crystal Cove.
Seeing as that's over three miles away
it won't arrive until morning.
So, like, you're saying we're stuck
in this super creepy gator town all night long?
[dialing]
[line ringing]
Hello?
- Hello? - Yes?
Hey, mom, we're stuck in Gatorsburg.
- The van broke down. - Think you can come and get us?
Oh, I wish I could
but tonight's race night.
You know me and horses.
Venus is in its third retrograde
which means I'm betting on Sick Little Monkey to show.
Well, lentil and mushroom caps, Fred!
I've already got the recliner in the reclined position.
There's no going back from that.
[slurping]
Oh, sweetie, it's dark out.
I can't go out in the dark!
[phone beeping]
[beep]
(male #3) 'You have reached the Rogers' residence.'
'We're busy right now.'
'Please call back.'
Ohh, wait. Duh.
It's Still Life night.
Guess we're here for the whole night.
And Scooby-Dooby too.
[clanking]
Don't suppose you could recommend a hotel?
My sister Greta runs the best in town.
'The Drowsy Gator.'
[thunder rumbling]
'Oh, and a word of advice.'
'Don't leave your rooms.'
[engine revving]
[eerie music]
[lights crackling]
Huh?
[thunder rumbles]
- Raggy, Raggy! - Huh?
[whimpering]
But but but uh oh?
Hmm.
[piano music]
[rings]
We ain't got no rooms.
But your sign in the window says, "Vacancy."
Huh, well, that sign's broken.
But it's a painted sign.
[sighs]
[piano music continues]
Gunther, we got guests!
[slurping]
[instrumental music]
Well!
Hello!
This is my son, Gunther Gator.
I'm Greta Gator.
Your last names are Gator and you live in Gatorsburg?
What a coincidence!
Yeah, coincidence.
[both chuckling]
Uh, we don't get many guests
here at The Drowsy Gator.
Shocker!
[instrumental music]
Like, are those claw marks?
I don't see any marks.
[door creaks]
I got a few hotel rules.
Rule number one
boys and girls in separate rooms.
No exceptions!
Then I guess I'm with you, Daphne.
I said, no exceptions!
But I'm a girl.
Oh, right.
Rule number two
stay in your rooms, no matter what you hear.
That includes screams, moans, wails
pounding, clawing, scratching
and anything that sounds like a body
being dragged across a hardwood floor.
[whimpering]
Okay.
Well, Shag, looks like you, me and Scoob
are in this room.
I almost forgot!
Rule number three
no pets in the hotel!
What?
[chuckles]
Hmm, hmm, hmm.
It's okay, Scoob.
You can sleep in the Mystery Machine.
It's just one night, Scooby-Doo.
I'll see you in the morning, buddy.
I hope so!
[both crying]
[instrumental music]
I'm not a pet.
Is there something different about your bangs?
I raised them a half centimeter to bring out my forehead.
Toodles.
[door creaks]
Where you going?
I, uh, forgot something.
What?
I forget.
Hmm.
You know, Shag, when we all graduate from high school
and move in together we can get a room
just like this. You like bunk beds?
I can't think about that right now, Fred!
Like, I'm really worried about Scoob!
Well, I'd say check on him if it weren't for the fact
that we were warned to stay in our rooms.
Hey, do you prefer flannel or cotton sheets?
Shaggy?
- Oh! - Tha..!
Oh, he-he, Velma.
Were you sneaking over to see me?
Um, yeah.
Like, I wanted to see you.
But Freddy told me I had to go check on Scooby-Doo
so I'm doing that.
Trust me, Scoob is just fine.
[eerie music]
[Scooby whimpering]
Raggy?
[whimpering]
Huh? Daphne?
I'm looking for Velma.
Have you seen her?
No but I'm glad you're here.
I have something for you.
You do?
It's just a little memento of our time together.
Oh, Freddy! A scrapbook!
I bet it's filled with wonderful pictures of..
...traps?
We used this one to catch
the Phantom of Vasquez Castle.
Yeah, I remember.
And this baby helped us nab Carlotta, the gypsy.
Mm-hmm. I was there.
And this one..
[Scooby whimpering]
No monsters, no monsters, no--
[thunder rumbling]
[shrieking]
[indistinct yelling]
Huh!
[screeching]
roar
[whimpering]
[growling]
Huh?
[shrieking]
Raggy! Raggy!
Help!
[Scooby whimpering]
[shrieking]
[whimpering]
clink
[shouting]
[whimpering]
Oh!
[whimpering]
[ringing bell] Uh! Come on, come on, come on.
[growling]
[Scooby whimpering]
And I left a few pages blank.
You know, for future traps.
Good thinking.
[gasping]
Scoob! What's the matter?
(Daphne) 'He's trying to tell us something.'
- It was a arr. - Tator people.
[growling]
Uh, crater steeple?
[mumbling]
[wheezing]
- Skater Feeple! - Gator People!
Phew. Uh-huh, uh-huh.
[growling]
[whimpering]
[electricity flickering]
[Scooby whimpering]
[Gator people shrieking]
Quick, on the bed!
[grunting]
[shrieking]
- Oh, oh! - No!
[Daphne groaning]
Oh, Fred!
- Aah! - My scrapbook!
Aah!
Oh, Fred.
[shrieking]
This is it. There's no escape!
[Scooby whimpering]
I've got an idea.
Quick, guys, the comforter.
[shrieking]
[all grunting]
Wow, look at this.
No Fred, no Daphne
no Scooby.
Just us.
- Mm! - Mm.
[panting] Raggy!
- Scooby-Doo! - Uh.
What's going on?
- Gator People! - Come again?
Shh.
[eerie music]
[fan squeaking]
Maybe they're gone.
[electricity flickering]
Oh!
[all gasping]
[Daphne yelling]
[growling]
[metal clanking]
[all screaming]
[both grunting]
[both screaming]
[all gasping]
[all screaming]
[instrumental music]
[shrieking]
Move toward the door, very slowly.
[growling]
[screaming]
Whoa! Ah!
Velma!
(Velma) 'Shaggy!'
[Velma groaning]
- Oh! - Oh! You saved me!
I did? Oh!
Like, I did.
Zoinks!
No!
[screaming]
- That's disgusting. - Oh!
(Fred) 'Wait! That isn't real.'
It looks like part of a costume.
[snarling]
[all groaning]
[all screaming]
[shrieking]
- Scooby, get behind the wheel. - Huh?
But the Mystery Machine is broken!
Which is why we're going to push it.
[shrieking]
[all grunting]
[growling]
[instrumental music]
[growling]
[tires squealing]
Look! They're stopping.
[growling]
[snarling]
They weren't trying to eat us.
They just want us out of town.
- Why? - I don't know.
But if we're going to solve this mystery
we have to go back into Gatorsburg.
(both) Say what?
Like, it's them.
[Velma grunting]
(Scooby) 'Huh?'
"One hundred per cent pure gator."
This belt is just like the purse Mr. E sent us.
Let me see that.
[groaning]
What happened?
I'm allergic to imitation animal skin.
Pleather, fake fur
it all makes me break out.
That belt isn't 100 per cent pure gator.
It's a fake. They're all fakes.
So, like, those fake gator people
are selling fake gator products?
Dude! We are dealing with serious irony!
We have to stop them.
[water splashing]
Like, dude, you gator freaks!
You're, like, the ugliest crocodiles ever!
Who are you calling a crocodile?
Get them!
[growling]
[panting]
[growling]
Now!
[grunting]
[screaming]
Got 'em.
Old 45, gets 'em every time.
[sighs]
[siren wailing]
Time to find out who these greedy gators really are.
(Daphne) 'Grady Gator?'
(Shaggy) 'Greta Gator?'
(Scooby) 'Gunther Gator?'
But why?
After we ran out of gators
everybody moved out of Gatorsburg.
But not us.
This here is our home.
So, with no alligators left
you decided to make imitation gator products
and pass them off as real.
[bubbling]
[blade clinks]
(Velma) But you couldn't have anyone snooping around Gatorsburg.
So, you created the creeping creatures
to scare people away.
(Fred) Then you could run your counterfeit gatoring
without anyone knowing who you were or what you were up to.
Like, that is one ridiculous plan.
And you know what?
We would have gotten away
with it too if it weren't for you
meddling juveniles and your unauthorized investigation
of our synthetic gator accessories.
You're tellin' me this gator stuff is fake?
I paid a fortune for this tracksuit!
Sorry, sheriff.
[sighs] Man, I gotta get out of this suit.
This fake gator doesn't breathe.
I'm starting to smell a little..
...funky.
Arrest them.
Even though I have absolutely no jurisdiction here!
[instrumental music]
[car revving]
Wait, sheriff, can you give us a ride?
The Mystery Machine isn't--
[engine starts]
[all gasp]
Like, there's no engine in the Mystery Machine!
(Shaggy) 'It's haunted!'
(Velma) 'It's from Mr. E.'
"Hope you had a good time in Gatorsburg
"but be warned, there are more mysteries to come.
This is only one piece of the puzzle."
Puzzle? What's that supposed to mean?
Like, I've got a bad feeling we're going to find out!
[whimpers]
[thunder rumbling]
[whimpering]
[instrumental music]
[theme music]