(Mr. Gabodaglophordia) 'Broccoli Head!'
You wanted to see me, sir?
Ha ha ha.
Deliver these packages right away.
Yes, Mr. Glubofunny. Mr. Covighheim.
Gabodaglophordia.
How many times I gotta tell ya?
Gabodaglophordia!
Gablo..
[babbling]
Ha ha ha.
- Huh? - Bedtime, Arthur.
[instrumental music]
Nighty-night, Daphne.
You're the bestest babysitter ever.
Mwah.
[grunting]
[pan flute music]
Huh?
That's odd.
Who'd be playing a pan flute? At this hour?
[clattering]
Arthur, are you alright?
[growling]
[gasps]
[screaming]
[growling]
[screaming]
poof
vroom
[theme music]
(Scooby) Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
[birds chirping]
(Daphne) 'I just can't understand what got into Arthur last night.'
'One second he's as sweet as can be'
and the next, he's trying to kill me.
Maybe he had too much sugar.
Sugar doesn't make you grow fangs.
Ha ha ha! Good!
'Cause if there's one thing I love it's sugar.
Me, too.
Delicious!
Like, you said it, Scoob. Delicious.
Shaggy, you promised me
you weren't going to use the word like so much.
It makes you sound ignorant.
- Huh? - Oh, right.
Like, um, I forgot.
Oh. Sorry.
We're only a few blocks from Arthur's house.
Can we stop by and see how he's doing?
Sure. We're not gonna miss anything at school.
Oh, wait. I forgot about civics class.
I'm flunking out.
Coach says if I don't pass, I'm off the team.
Hey, I'm great at civics. I could tutor you.
I could come over and...you know, help you study.
Just you and me.
Alone.
Gee, Daph, thanks.
But my dad already hired a tutor.
I'm supposed to meet her in the library during lunch.
- Her? - Yeah, a senior.
Dad said she's brilliant.
(Fred) 'Whoa, look at this.'
[dramatic music]
clank
Like, where's everyone going?
Oops. Sorry.
(Daphne) 'Wait!'
Mr. and Mrs. Baywosenthal, what's going on?
How's Arthur?
[growling]
Any other questions?
Jinkies! The whole block's leaving.
And a good thing, too.
Who knows what these kids are capable of?
Kids? You mean..
Afraid so.
Every child on this block
has become inexplicably spookified!
gulp
(both) Spookified!
Goodbye, Tiffany.
[growling]
Okay.
Don't forget to brush!
They can't just leave all the kids.
They'll be fine.
We'll air drop in some freeze-dried camp food.
Just 'cause they're spookified
doesn't mean they can't reconstitute macaroni.
Any idea what caused this, sheriff?
We're not really sure
but it may have somethin' to do with this.
Isn't that creepy?
Ha ha. Like, I'll say.
Ouch! You're bruising my kidney.
This thing shows up, plays its creepy flute
and all the kids are all, uh..
(in unison) Spookified!
Well, gang, looks like we've got another mystery on our hands.
But, dad.
Oh, no. No, no, no. No, no, no, uh-uh.
Absolutely no mystery solving.
We've got one heck of a monster here.
I smell tourists, t-shirts, concerts, tchotchkes!
In.
But, dad, we can help.
You can help by not flunking civics.
I'll drive you back to school.
[bell ringing]
slurp
burps burps
Time for dessert.
Like, mind bringing me back some, too?
Okey-dokey.
Oops. I said like again, didn't I?
Oh, boy, I'm sorry.
I just can't help it.
Here. Put this rubber band around your wrist.
Every time you say the word like, snap it.
Hard.
Um, but that will hurt.
That's the point.
Here, pick out a new pair of pants.
What's wrong with my pants?
You promised me you were going to start
caring more about your appearance.
But I like these pants.
You've worn them since the eighth grade.
They're comfortable pants.
Fine. I'll pick them out for you myself.
Like, what is wrong with her?
Oops.
(Shaggy) 'Ow!'
I wonder which one is my tutor.
Me, too.
- 'Fred Jones, Jr.' - Huh?
(Mary-Ann) 'Down here.'
I'm Mary-Ann Geerdon, your tutor.
You?
You're the brilliant senior?
I have an IQ of 195.
I should actually be in college
but my parents want me to spend a few weeks in high school
to help develop social skills.
[clears throat]
(both) Ugh.
So you're pretty good at civics, huh?
It's my passion.
That's how I met your father, the mayor.
I asked to be appointed to the City Council.
I have some brilliant ideas
on how to run the city more efficiently.
He said I was too young.
[clears throat]
Come, Fredrick. We have a lot of work to do.
Oh!
Have a good time, Fredrick.
I'm so sorry!
No, it's my fault.
I was not looking where my eyes were going.
You're that new exchange teacher.
Yes, Dr. Louis De Portillo.
Now, if you'll excuse me
I must prepare my lecture on
South American indigenous mythology.
Oh. Dr. Portillo, your book.
(Dr. Portillo) 'That is none of your business.'
[muttering]
Hmm.
[growling]
[meowing]
[pan flute music]
[growling]
[indistinct chatter]
It's happening again!
[screaming]
[laughing]
[siren blaring]
Looks like the creepy flute player
struck again last night.
How do you like your new pants?
Um, they're a little tight.
That's the style.
You look great.
I sort of feel like a sausage.
More parents are leaving.
At this rate, Crystal Cove
will be a town of nothing but spookified kids.
Hey, what's with the pets?
He he he.
[screeching]
This is the location of the most recent attack
by the creature that's been spookifying
'the children of Crystal Cove.'
click click
Velma, sweetheart, how are you?
Sheriff, they're back!
Mom, please.
We just wanted to see what was happening.
There's nothing to see.
Not unless you're paying.
Now, get to school, darling.
All of you!
Be an angel and take one of these
and wear it around school.
Oh, and if anyone asks, they're $15.
We've got to find out what this thing is
and where it comes from.
And I think I know who can help.
- Hey, how much is-- - 15.
Dr. Portillo?
Hmm. He must be teaching a class.
Like, what kind of stuff does this dude teach anyway?
Oops!
Ow!
He he he.
What are you doing in my office
a personal, private space?
Dr. Portillo, it's important that we talk to you.
Do you recognize this creature?
Yes.
It is Que Horrifico.
Who's Que Horrifico?
A mythological creature.
Hey, cool blowgun.
What size dart do you use?
I prefer a three centimeter with combed beaver bristles.
Fred, that's not a blowgun. It's a pan flute.
So you are saying because I have a pan flute
I am the creature?
This pan flute is purely for
recreational purposes, I assure you.
Oh, how dare you accuse me?
Mo one's accusing you of anything.
We just want to find out about this thing.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
Where are my manners? Yes, of course I can help you.
I gave a lecture on Que Horrifico
to my honors class a few weeks ago.
I'll get the slides. They're in color!
(Dr. Portillo) 'The peoples have long told the tale of Que Horrifico.'
A normal man by day
but every night at sundown
he changes into Que Horrifico!
'He roams through the villages'
'and plays his song of mystery on a pan flute'
'turning the children's into terriblados!'
[all gasps]
In America we call it getting spookified.
That's good to know. Thank you.
The children's become his servants of evil.
Eventually he takes them to his spooky town
or cave or something.
There's a lot of debate on that. Who can say?
Well, that's really all I know.
yawn
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going home to rest.
I haven't slept well these last two nights.
Gang, I know this sounds crazy, but--
- Hey, how much is-- - 15.
But what is Dr. Portillo is Que Horrifico?
He has the pan flute, the blankets.
He said he hasn't been sleeping well the past two nights.
And he has an accent.
I say we keep a close eye on Dr. Portillo.
Fred Jones, Jr.
You were supposed to meet me in the library
for your civics tutoring.
[clears throat]
Mary-Ann, I can't.
I have something important I need to do.
What could possibly be more important than civics?
That's Portillo's house.
I got the address off the school computer.
Okay, gang, come on.
squeak
squeak squeak
Wait up! I can't sneak in these pants.
[sighs]
Is he in there?
Shaggy, get down. He'll see you.
My legs won't bend.
Down!
squeak
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
So, you do think I am Que Horrifico!
Well, I am beginning to agree.
Perhaps you can help.
(Fred) 'Wow, these chains are fantastic.'
Who's your chain guy? I want his number.
Wouldn't you know if you were Que Horrifico?
The transformation may be so totally complete
that I don't remember it the next day.
Like after you've had too much fudge.
[gulps] And the moon is up.
Now what?
We wait.
gulp
tick tock tick tock
squeak
Delivery for Mrs. Foofynibbleyids!
No, no. It's Bobbencobibbleplatz.
[babbling]
Ha ha ha.
Now, that's comedy
Oh, no!
I think...I think it's happening.
Oh, no! It's happening!
Aye! Here it comes!
(Dr. Portillo) 'I'm so scared! Oh! I'm so scared!'
Here it comes! Oh!
gurgle
No, it's just gas.
[sighs]
crash
[pan flute music]
[growling]
It's Que Horrifico! He's back!
[laughing]
poof
Well, at least we know it's not Dr. Portillo.
I am not the weirdo? Whoop-dee-doo! Yay for me!
We're gonna catch that thing.
Like, how do you know that?
[whimpering]
Because I'm gonna build a trap.
whoosh
Jinkies! Kids have taken over Crystal Cove.
[growling]
Yeah, like, this whole neighborhood's been spookified.
Yeah, but not this house.
(Fred) 'It's been for rent for a year.'
A fully furnished, three bedroom
two bath charmer with upgraded appliances.
Perfect for a couple just starting out.
Not when I'm done with it.
But, uh, why would Que Horrifico come here?
He wouldn't. Unless there was a new family with kids moving in.
But who'd be dumb enough to do that?
Oh, my. Don't our two young children
seem to be having a wonderful time?
Ugh. How humiliating.
At least I'm out of those tight pants.
[sighs]
Ah...this is nice.
Watch it, Daphne.
Remember, we're married. Don't look so happy.
It's almost sunset.
You better get inside.
Right. Come, two young children.
It's bedtime.
(Fred) 'Grandma's gonna tell you a story.'
Oh, goody!
[both humming]
Quick, get upstairs.
Aren't you gonna tell us a story?
Yes. The end.
Now, shh.
[pan flute music]
(Shaggy) 'Like, I don't want to be spookified.'
'Ow!'
'Thanks, Scoob.'
(Scooby) 'You're welcome, Maggy.'
There it is.
'Come on. Come on, just a little closer.'
Say hello to Mr. Trap!
whirr
Ha ha! Got him!
[growling]
[pan flute music]
[children growling]
This town's ours now. Get them!
[children growling]
[grunting]
thud thud
Uh!
Ah!
[screaming]
[all screaming]
Oh!
[screaming]
[whimpering]
snap
Whoa!
Ah!
[grunting]
[children growling]
Daphne, Velma, over here.
Get behind me.
[children growling]
I never thought it would end this way.
Goodbye, Scooby-Doo.
Goodbye, Shaggy.
You were a dog's best friend.
[children growling]
Delivery for Mrs..
[babbling]
(man on TV) 'No, no, no.'
[children laughing]
(man on TV) 'Open your grotesque ears, you ignorant freak.'
'Now, I'm going to say it once again very, very slowly.'
It's Gabodaglophordia!
[babbling]
[children laughing]
(Que Horrifico) 'What are you doing?'
Attack them!
In a minute. We want to watch this.
Fools! You'll ruining everything.
(Fred) 'Get him, gang!'
Uh!
Ugh!
[siren blaring]
[growling]
What in the name of whole wheat toast is going on?
We got him, dad.
(Velma) 'You mean her.'
(in unison) Mary-Ann Geerdon!
Your tutor? But why?
I was trying to scare all the adults out of Crystal Cove
so I could run the city my way.
[clears throat]
I told you, I have brilliant ideas.
With all the adults gone
there'd be no one to stand in my way.
(Mary-Ann) I learned about the legend of Que Horrifico
in Dr. Portillo's honors class.
It was the perfect solution.
I used the high school's theater department
for my costume.
I went to every kindergarten and elementary school
in the city to convince the children
to pretend to be spookified.
In return, I offered them Utopia!
When that didn't work, I offered them candy.
Whenever the children heard me playing the pan flute
that was their signal to put on their fake hair and fangs
and commence spookification.
I almost had the whole town cleared of adults.
I would have, too, if it weren't for you hometto boys cabuela.
(in unison) Huh?
Loosely translated it means meddlesome kids in Latin.
I'm going home.
I miss my mom and dad.
- Bye. - See ya.
By the way, this was lame.
Wait, you're taking me to jail?
But I'm just a kid.
You know how many boxes we're stuck with
of Que Horrifico t-shirts, Que Horrifico pamphlets
Que Horrifico dance CDs, Que Horrifico--
Okay, okay, I see your point.
Congratulations, babies.
Another mystery solved.
Ooh.
[pan flute music]
[growling]
- Ah! - Got you, Scoob.
I'm not scared of you.
I'm scared of him.
[pan flute music]
Que Horrifico!
He's back!
No, it's just me.
I have come to thank you with a pan flute concert.
[instrumental music]
Velma, I want you to take these back.
But..
It's time you knew.
Shaggy likes baggy.
He he he.
[theme music]