- THEN, A SYSTEM OF PULLEYS CONNECTED TO A COUNTER WEIGHT
LOOPED THROUGH THAT TREE AND THIS FLAGPOLE
WILL DRAG THAT HOT DOG CART--
- HOT DOGS? - STAY WITH ME, SCOOB.
- NOBODY'S WITH YOU, FRED.
- IT IS A PRETTY COMPLICATED TRAP.
- THAT'S EXACTLY WHY IT WILL WORK.
[SIGHS] SOMETIMES, IT'S LIKE I'M ALL ALONE OUT HERE.
- [SNARLING]
- ZOINKS! HA HA! IT'S THE PIRANHA-GOAT!
- AND WE'VE GOT HIM RIGHT WHERE WE WANT HIM.
[GRUNTING]
HEY, WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS THING?
- [BLEATS]
- FRED, HE'S GETTING AWAY!
- [BLEATS] [SIREN]
- GOING SOMEWHERE, PIRANHA-GOAT?
- BU-UH-UH-STED.
- GOOD THING SHERIFF STONE SHOWED UP.
- WELL, YOU'RE DARN TOOTIN'.
I'VE TOLD YOU KIDS A THOUSAND TIMES,
YOU LEAVE THE CRIME BUSTING TO THE CRIME-BUSTERS.
PIRANHA-GOAT, YOU'RE COMING WITH ME.
- HUH? [RATTLES]
- OOH, MY TRAP'S WORKING. - UH-OH.
[GASPS]
- [GRUNTS AND SCREAMS]
- [ALL SCREAM]
- TOLD YOU IT WOULD WORK.
- LA-AAY-TER.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES] - HUH?
[ECHOING LAUGHTER]
[NEIGHS]
- [ALL GASP]
- [GRUNTS]
- [LAUGHS]
[LAUGHS]
SEE YOU AROUND, SHERIFF.
[CRACKLING]
- IT CAN'T BE.
DEAD JUSTICE... HE'S RETURNED.
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- SCOOBY-DOOBY-DOO!
- SHERIFF, WHO IS THIS DEAD JUSTICE GUY?
- ONLY THE GREATEST LAWMAN
EVER TO CLEAN UP THE STREETS OF CRYSTAL COVE.
AND MY NUMBER 3 PERSONAL HERO,
RIGHT BEHIND MYSELF AND THE MAYOR.
- HMM. NEVER HEARD OF HIM.
- HE'S BEEN DEAD FOR OVER 100 YEARS.
- WELL, THAT'S PROBABLY WHY.
- ICK. OYSTERY SHELLS.
THE SEAFOOD LITTERING IN THIS TOWN IS OUT OF CONTROL.
UGH. AM I SWELLING FROM MY ALLERGIES, FRED?
- DAPHNE, TO ME, YOU CAN NEVER LOOK TOO SWOLLEN.
- [GROANS]
- IT'S A GOOD THING HE SHOWED UP WHEN HE DID.
PIRANHA-GOAT ALMOST GOT AWAY WITH THE PLANS
FOR CRYSTAL COVE'S WATER SUPPLY.
- YEAH. HO HO! IF HE HAD SUCCEEDED IN DESTROYING THE TOWN'S WATER,
LIKE, WE MAY NEVER HAVE BATHED AGAIN.
- WE DON'T BATHE NOW.
- LIKE, QUIET, SCOOB.
- OH. [GIGGLES]
- WHAT COULD BE SO IMPORTANT
AS TO LURE CRYSTAL COVE'S MOST FAMOUS LAWMAN
BACK FROM THE GREAT BEYOND?
- OH, I DON'T KNOW.
MAYBE HE'S HERE TO ACTUALLY TRY AND SOLVE SOME CRIMES.
- NO, THAT CAN'T BE IT.
HECK, I'VE WON THE CRIMEY,
CRYSTAL COVE'S CRIMESTOPPER OF THE YEAR AWARD, 27 TIMES.
[EXHALES] THERE'S ONLY ONE LAWMAN HERE,
AND HIS NAME IS SHERIFF BRONSON STONE.
- [SNORING]
OHH.
[HUMS]
- AAH! AAH! - HEY, WHAT THE--
- [GRUNTING]
[ALARM RINGING]
- [GRUNTS] OOF!
- [LAUGHS]
[TIRES SQUEAL]
- [LAUGHS]
- AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN.
IF I HAVEN'T ALREADY FRIENDED YOU,
IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN,
SO PLEASE STOP WITH THE POKING.
- HEY, SHERIFF. NOW, DON'T BE NERVOUS.
THIS IS GOING TO BE YOUR YEAR. I CAN FEEL IT.
- BUCKY, I'M NOT NERVOUS.
EVERY YEAR IS MY YEAR. [CHUCKLES]
I JUST WANT TO GET THIS OVER WITH SO I CAN CATCH A MOVIE.
- YOU WANT TO SEE A MOVIE? CHECK THIS OUT.
I MADE YOU A LITTLE FLIPBOOK TO COMMEMORATE TODAY.
SPOILER ALERT-- YOU WIN THE AWARD AGAIN.
- BUCKY, GO GET ME SOME COTTON CANDY.
- OH, YES SIR, SHERIFF. I'LL MAKE SURE IT'S EXTRA FLUFFY!
- THINK MAYBE WE'LL BE UP THERE SOMEDAY WINNING A CRIMEY?
- NOT A DOUBT, FREDDY. I BELIEVE IN YOU.
ALWAYS HAVE. [FEEDBACK]
- MY FELLOW CRYSTAL COVIANS. THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT
FOR THE 215th CRIMESTOPPER OF THE YEAR AWARDS.
[APPLAUSE] - MAY I HAVE THE ENVELOPE, PLEASE?
AND THIS YEAR'S CRIMESTOPPER OF THE YEAR IS...
DEAD JUSTICE!
- [ALL GASP]
- LIKE, I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE WAS ELIGIBLE.
YOU KNOW, BEING DEAD AND ALL.
- I'M SPEECHLESS.
- [LAUGHTER] - [WHIMPERS]
- [SCREAMING]
- TROPHIES IS FOR SISSY FOLK.
I'M JUST DOING MY JOB,
WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR USELESS SHERIFF STONE.
- [GASPS]
- I AIN'T IN THIS GAME FOR A PAT ON THE BACK.
I'M IN IT FOR JUSTICE!
HI-HO, GREG!
- HIS HORSE'S NAME IS GREG?
[WHINNIES]
- [LAUGHS]
- FORGET CRIME STOPPING.
FROLICKING MILK-MADE PEANUTS,
THAT IS SHOWSTOPPING!
[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]
- MAYOR! YOU CAN'T GIVE THE AWARD TO HIM!
HE AIN'T EVEN ALIVE!
- NEVER STOPPED ME FROM GIVING IT TO YOU BEFORE.
[LAUGHS] THAT WAS A JOKE AT YOUR EXPENSE.
- SHERIFF! I GOT YOUR COTTON CANDY! DID YOU WIN?
- WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THESE OYSTER SHELLS?
THIS IS A PARKING LOT, NOT A RAW BAR!
- HMM.
THESE ARE JUST LIKE THE ONES WE FOUND IN FRONT OF CITY HALL.
SOMETHING SMELLS FISHY.
- UH, GUYS? WHERE'D YOU GET THOSE?
- LIKE, FROM THAT DUDE IN THE WHITE JEAN JACKET.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- WHO IS THAT?
- AHH, HE'S A LOCAL CRIME NUT
WHO CALLS HIMSELF THE NIGHT RANGER.
HE WRITES A BLOG ABOUT HOW MUCH HE DOESN'T LIKE ME.
THE FEELING IS MUTUAL, BUT I, UNLIKE THAT WEIRDO,
KEEP MY BLOGS TO MYSELF.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- DOES ANYTHING ABOUT THAT GUY STRIKE YOU AS ODD?
- SO MANY THINGS.
[ENGINE REVS] [ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES]
- SO, LIKE, IF THIS NIGHT RANGER TURNS OUT
TO HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH DEAD JUSTICE,
DOES THAT MEAN WE HAVE TO GIVE BACK OUR OYSTERS?
- NO WAY. FINDERS KEEPERS.
- MAYBE YOU CAN ASK HIM YOURSELF. LOOK.
[BRAKES SQUEAL]
- DIDN'T ANYONE EVER TELL YOU THAT CURIOSITY CAN GET YOU DEAD?
[SQUEALING]
- [ALL GASP]
- I'M THE ONLY LAWMAN IN CRYSTAL COVE.
STOP YOUR SNOOPING.
- AND WHAT IF WE DON'T?
- THEN THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU,
I SHOOT TO KILL. [LAUGHS]
- [LAUGHS] [WHINNIES]
[LAUGHTER CONTINUES]
- COME ON, GANG.
I THINK IT'S TIME WE HAD A LITTLE CHAT WITH SHERIFF STONE.
- ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS?
SHERIFF STONE DOESN'T EXACTLY LIKE US.
[CLICKS]
- WE DON'T HAVE A CHOICE.
HE'S THE BIGGEST DEAD JUSTICE FAN IN TOWN.
- HOLD IT RIGHT THERE. [CLICKS]
- WHAT DO YOU TRESPASSERS WANT?
- WE'RE HERE TO SEE THE SHERIFF.
- SHERIFF'S IN BED.
- IT'S ABOUT DEAD JUSTICE.
- WE THINK SOMEBODY IS TRYING TO MAKE THE SHERIFF LOOK BAD.
- HEY, THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN TELLING HIM.
SHERIFF, YOU GOT VISITORS.
- WHO IS IT?
- BUNCH OF TEENAGERS AND A DOG.
- TELL THEM TO GO AWAY.
- SHERIFF BRONSON STONE, MIND YOUR MANNERS.
SO SORRY ABOUT THIS.
HE'S BEEN A CRANKY-PANTS EVER SINCE HE DIDN'T WIN THIS YEAR'S CRIMEY.
- MOM!
- PLAY NICE.
- [GROANS] WHAT DO YOU WANT?
- WE NEED YOU TO TELL US EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT DEAD JUSTICE.
- WHAT'S THE POINT?
I MEAN, WHEN YOUR HERO THINKS
YOU'RE THE WORST LAWMAN IN THE HISTORY OF CRYSTAL COVE,
THERE ISN'T MUCH MORE TO SAY.
BUT AS LONG AS YOU'RE HERE, I GUESS I SHOULD START AT THE BEGINNING.
[PIANO PLAYING]
- BEFORE DEAD JUSTICE CAME TO TOWN,
CRYSTAL COVE WAS A DEN OF INIQUITY AND LAWLESSNESS.
AND INJUSTICE REIGNED.
WELL, THEN, ONE DAY, A LEFT-HANDED GUNSLINGER NAMED IRON WILL WILLIAMSON
RODE INTO CRYSTAL COVE.
IRON WILL DECIDED RIGHT THEN AND THERE
THAT HE WAS GOING TO CLEAN UP THIS TOWN, NO MATTER WHAT.
[SPURS JANGLE]
[GUNFIRE]
[WEAPONS CLICK]
[BULLET RICOCHETS]
- TOWNSFOLK MADE HIM SHERIFF
AND GAVE HIM THE NICKNAME DEAD JUSTICE.
BUT THERE WAS ONE THORN DEAD JUSTICE JUST COULDN'T GET OUT OF HIS SIDE.
[WHINNIES]
- HIS NAME WAS NITRO WIZINSKI.
DEAD JUSTICE VOWED
HE WOULD GO TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH TO BRING NITRO DOWN.
[HORSES WHINNY]
- AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HE DID.
[WHINNIES]
- DEAD JUSTICE SLAPPED THE CUFFS ON NITRO
AS THEY BOTH SANK INTO A LAKE OF MOLTEN FIRE.
[PLAYS]
- AND THAT WAS THE LAST ANYONE EVER SAW OF DEAD JUSTICE.
- UNTIL NOW.
- JUST HAD TO BRING THAT UP AGAIN, DIDN'T YOU?
- WAIT. DEAD JUSTICE WAS A LEFTY?
- UH, DUH. EVERYONE KNOWS THAT.
IT'S DEAD JUSTICE 101.
- WELL, THE GHOST WHO JUST SHOT AT US FIRED WITH HIS RIGHT HAND.
- THEN THAT AIN'T NO REAL DEAD JUSTICE.
OR MY NAME ISN'T SHERIFF BRONSON STONE!
- DOESN'T THE NIGHT RANGER SHUCK WITH HIS RIGHT HAND?
- HMM.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- SCOOBY-DOO'S RIGHT.
- THEN LET'S GO CHECK HIM OUT.
- I CALL SHOTGUN!
- WHAT? BUT THE FRONT SEAT IS MY SPECIAL PLACE BESIDE...
FRED.
- ALL RIGHT. LET'S SPLIT UP AND LOOK FOR CLUES.
- OUCH. - OOH! STUPID CHIN-UP BAR.
- JEEPERS.
THIS GUY IS REALLY INTO MANKINIS.
- LIKE, DUDES, WHAT'S WITH ALL THIS HAY?
- HORSES EAT HAY. - DEAD JUSTICE HAS A HORSE.
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING] - NIGHT RANGER.
- QUICK, EVERYBODY. HIDE.
[DOOR OPENS]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- UGH. WHY DID HE HAVE TO TAKE HIS SHIRT OFF?
- AT LEAST WE KNOW WHAT THE HAY WAS FOR.
- DOESN'T MATTER. NIGHT RANGER'S DEAD JUSTICE.
I'M SURE OF IT. - NO, HE AIN'T.
- YES, HE IS. [CLICKS]
- NO, HE AIN'T! - [GASPS] YES, HE IS.
- [LAUGHTER]
- ZOINKS! HOO-HOO! LIKE, NO HE AIN'T!
- I WARNED YA.
NOW, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU.
SHERIFF STONE, YOU'RE THE WORST LAWMAN
THIS SIDE OF HEAVEN AND HADES.
AND TRUST ME, I'VE BEEN TO BOTH.
- NOW, THAT'S JUST MEAN.
- TIME TO HAND OVER YOUR BADGE.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- GUYS, RUN!
- [ALL SCREAMING]
- NIGHT RANGER! YOU SAVED US!
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- DOESN'T SAY MUCH, DOES HE?
- HE MUST SAVE IT ALL FOR HIS BLOG.
STUPID BLOG.
- WHERE DID DEAD JUSTICE GO?
- DIMPLED PANAMANIAN GARGOYLES, FRED. WHAT IS GOING ON?
- DAD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
- WELL, I WAS LOOKING FOR THE SHERIFF, ACTUALLY.
- HAVE YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND ABOUT THE CRIMEY?
- BETTER. YOU'RE FIRED. All: WHAT?
- NO, NO, NO. I'M NOT FINISHED.
EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY, DEAD JUSTICE WILL BE HEADING UP
THE CRYSTAL COVE P.D.
- BUT IT ISN'T SHERIFF STONE'S FAULT.
DEAD JUSTICE IS THE BAD GUY HERE.
- I'LL BE TAKING THAT BADGE.
- YOU CAN TAKE MY BADGE,
BUT I'LL ALWAYS BE SHERIFF BRONSON STONE,
AS IT'S MY NAME
THAT MY MAMA GAVE ME WHEN I WAS BORN.
- WAIT. LIKE, YOUR FIRST NAME IS SHERIFF?
- MAMA, SHE PLANNED AHEAD,
AND THIS IS GOING TO BREAK HER TEENY, TINY HEART.
[SOBBING] - SHERIFF STONE, WAIT!
- [ECHOING LAUGHTER]
- HI-HO, GREG!
[LAUGHS]
- MAYOR JONES, YOU'RE MAKING A MISTAKE.
- I DON'T THINK SO.
DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HAVE TO PAY OUR NEW DEAD SHERIFF?
NOTHING. GHOSTS DON'T NEED MONEY.
IT'S POLITICS 101. I'M GOING TO SAVE A FORTUNE ON
HEALTHCARE, BULLETS, BLOODSTAIN REMOVAL.
- THIS IS UNFAIR.
WE OWE IT TO THE SHERIFF TO SOLVE THIS MYSTERY.
- [CRYING AND SNIFFLING]
- BUCKY, DO YOU KNOW WHERE WE COULD FIND THE SHERIFF?
HIS MOM SAID HE WOULD BE HERE.
- I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO TELL ANYONE THIS,
BUT SHERIFF STONE TOOK A NEW JOB AT THE CLAM CABIN.
- THAT'S PERFECT! - AHH.
- LIKE, I'M WAY STARVING.
WHAT WOULD YOU SAY TO A BANANA AND CLAM KEBAB, SCOOB?
- I'D SAY NICE TO EAT YOU.
- [BOTH GIGGLE]
- OH. OH, BOY.
- WE'LL TAKE THE STUFF TO SHERIFF STONE.
- THANKS. I HAVE TO GET THIS OFFICE READY FOR DEAD JUSTICE--
I MEAN, SHERIFF JUSTICE.
[CRYING AND SNIFFLING]
[SOBBING]
- JUST BACK AWAY SLOWLY.
- [SOBBING CONTINUES]
- IF THE NIGHT RANGER ISN'T DEAD JUSTICE, THEN WHO IS?
- TIME TO COME UP WITH A NEW LIST OF SUSPECTS.
- GUYS, I THINK I FOUND SOMETHING.
- DOES THAT MEAN WE DON'T GET TO GO TO THE CLAM CABIN?
- NO, IT MEANS WE NEED TO GET THERE FAST.
- SHERIFF!
- NO ONE HERE BY THAT NAME.
I'M BAGHEAD, THE NEW ASSISTANT SHUCKER.
[SIGHS]
SOMETHING I CAN SHUCK FOR YOU KIDS?
- DEAD JUSTICE IS A FRAUD, AND WE CAN PROVE IT.
BUT WE NEED SHERIFF STONE'S HELP.
KNOW WHERE WE CAN FIND HIM?
- IT'S ME, GUYS, SHERIFF BRONSON STONE.
- LIKE, NO KIDDING.
- YOU REALLY THINK WE CAN PROVE WHO'S BEHIND THIS DEAD JUSTICE BUSINESS?
- YEP, AND I KNOW HOW.
[EXPLOSION]
[HOOFBEATS]
[NEIGHS] - HUH?
- NOBODY ROBS A BANK IN MY TOWN AND GETS AWAY WITH IT.
- [LAUGHTER]
NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN, DEAD JUSTICE.
- IT CAN'T BE.
NITRO WIZINSKI?
BUT YOU'RE DEAD.
- YEAH? WELL, SO ARE YOU.
- [GRUNTS] - WHAT'S THE MATTER, DEAD JUSTICE?
YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE SEEN A GHOST.
- GET AWAY FROM ME! [NEIGHS]
- WHOA!
- [LAUGHS] - [GASPS]
- NOT SO TOUGH NOW, IS YA?
- [ALL SCREAMING] - WHOA!
OOF!
- YOU'RE BUSTED, DUDE.
- [LAUGHS] NOT YET.
- HE'S GETTING AWAY!
- RELAX. I GOT THIS. [GRUNTS]
OH, YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.
- [GROANS]
- [GRUNTS]
- TIME TO REVEAL WHO DEAD JUSTICE REALLY IS.
- [GASPS]
All: DEPUTY BUCKY?
- WHAT?
BUCKY, YOU WERE LIKE A FATHER TO ME!
- YOU'RE 20 YEARS OLDER THAN ME!
- THERE'S NO PROOF OF THAT. WHY'D YOU DO IT?
- SHERIFF, I THINK WE CAN EXPLAIN.
BUCKY WAS TIRED OF BEING JUST A DEPUTY.
HE CRAVED THE POWER AND PRESTIGE OF THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE.
Fred: BUCKY FAILED EVERY ONE OF HIS PROMOTION EXAMS.
BUT IT WASN'T JUST HIS GRADES THAT GOT ME THINKING.
Shaggy: LIKE, BUCKY'S A DOODLER,
AND HIS DRAWINGS LOOKED AN AWFUL LOT LIKE
DEAD JUSTICE'S DEMON BULLETS.
[SCREECHING]
Velma: BUCKY DISGUISED HIMSELF AS THE GHOST OF DEAD JUSTICE
AND CHASED DOWN THE TOWN'S MOST WANTED.
Daphne: HE KNEW NOTHING WOULD HURT SHERIFF STONE MORE
THAN LOSING HIS JOB TO HIS HERO.
- THE ONLY THING I DON'T UNDERSTAND IS
HOW HE CREATED THOSE BULLETS.
- CGI. IT'S ALL CGI THESE DAYS.
I PROGRAMMED A LASER POINTER TO SIMULATE THE ANIMATION.
- MUCH AS I HATE TO ADMIT IT, I OWE YOU KIDS ONE.
HUH? ECCH.
- PEOPLE OF CRYSTAL COVE,
THERE'S A NEW OLD NEW SHERIFF IN TOWN.
[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]
- THANKS, MAYOR JONES. AND...
THANKS FOR GIVING ME A RAISE.
- RAISE? WHAT RAISE?
AN HOUR AGO, YOUR JOB WAS FREE.
DON'T THINK I WON'T FIND ANOTHER UNDEAD LAWMAN IF I HAVE TO.
- [LAUGHS]
YOU'RE JOKING, RIGHT?
- YOU KNOW, DAD, BUCKY WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT
IF IT HADN'T HAVE BEEN FOR US MEDDLING KIDS.
MAYBE A LITTLE THANK YOU MIGHT BE, UH...
- UH, THAT'S GREAT, FRED. LISTEN, I'M LATE FOR A WORK MEETING.
- BUT WORK'S THAT WAY.
WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER?
- HE CARES, FRED, IN HIS OWN WAY.
- I DON'T KNOW, DAPH.
SOMETIMES, WHEN I LOOK AROUND,
THE ONLY ONE I SEE AT MY SIDE IS YOU.
- AND THAT'S JUST WHERE I BELONG,
RIDING SHOTGUN WITH MY GUY.
- YEAH. YOU DO.
AND I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO EVER TAKE YOUR PLACE.
- [GASPS] WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- DAPHNE, WILL YOU RIDE SHOTGUN WITH ME FOREVER?
- I--ARE YOU-- OH, WOW.
AM I HAVING A RUSH OF BLOOD TO MY HEAD MAKING ME HEAR THINGS?
OR MAYBE THIS ONION RING IS ACTUALLY CALAMARI,
AND MY ALLERGIES ARE CAUSING MY BRAIN TO SWELL.
- YOUR BRAIN LOOKS FINE FROM HERE.
SO, IS THAT A YES?
- IF YOU'RE ASKING ME TO MARRY YOU, OH, FREDDY, YES.
YOU TRAPPED ME AT HELLO.
MMM.
YOU MEAN AFTER WE GRADUATE, RIGHT?
- UH, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS, BUT SURE.
WHATEVER YOU SAY.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
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