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MAN: The future has finally arrived.

(BEEPING)

Mmm.

The Butler 3000 will revolutionize society,

seeing to all the menial jobs that distract mankind from new challenges.

-(WHIRRING) -The Butler 3000 itself cooks, sweeps, mops,

gardens, makes household repairs, you name it.

And when uploaded to a central mainframe,

Butler 3000 can wirelessly control all technology in the house.

Tailored to your specific needs.

(WHIRRING)

At last, technology to take care of all the mindless

little tasks I've never had to figure out how to do for myself anyway.

Muffin!

(CHOMPING)

(LOUD WHIRRING)

Is everything okay there, Mr. Ploy?

Of course, as you can see,

the Butler 3000 is also perfect for interior decorating.

The Butler 3000 also, uh, helps keep you fit and... And active.

-(GASPS) -Your time is soon at an end.

And who doesn't like ominous threats?

The Butler 3000 does it all. (SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

SCOOBY-DOO: Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

(WHIRRING)

Ah, here we are. Mannputer Tech.

The doggie of tomorrow.

SHAGGY: Why, this place is so clean, you could eat off the floor.

I hope that's part of the tour.

(GASPS)

It's the very first personal computer, the Mannputer 1.

Can you believe there was no Internet when this came out?

You still actually had to go out and interact with actual people. (CHUCKLES)

That's the whole point of life.

Getting out there, exploring, meeting people,

-touching, feeling, hugging. -(VELMA GRUNTS)

We've become too dependent on technology,

and we're losing our humanity as a result.

Daphne, technology is a gift that allows us to avoid

almost 73% of humiliating and awkward interpersonal human contact.

And I'm working on raising those numbers.

Hi! Welcome to Mannputer Tech Industries.

I'm Techy. The super fun, humanizing mascot of Mannputer Tech's

mega conglomerate machine.

Please enjoy our interactive lobby.

Which adapts to fit your individual needs.

(WHIRRING)

Oh!

(BEEPING)

Hey!

A mini reverse Spanish bowline knot. Classy.

(VELMA EXCLAIMS)

A CG fire and a digital book on parameterized complexity?

-I am home. -(FIRE CRACKLING)

Is this sad? This is sad, isn't it?

(WHIRRING)

(BOTH CHOMPING)

(BOTH BURP)

(LULLABY PLAYING)

Ah!

Mmm-hmm.

Ooh.

Massage chair...

Ooh! I am red-headed jelly.

(VOICE VIBRATING) Yeah, that's the spot.

No! I am not dependent on technology to relax.

Hey! Back off!

-Hmm. -(BEEPING)

Sorry to cut the fun short.

I'm Mallory O'Neil,

Dave Mann's executive assistant.

Oh, hey, Mallory. How's it going?

(SUSPICIOUSLY) Techy.

You look great. You've been working out?

I never heard back from you about lunch.

I thought maybe you didn't get my email, so I tried leaving a voice message,

but it says it was blocked, which is weird, so...

Ah! Don't go!

I'm sorry but all public tours have been canceled for the day.

A prototype robot attacked our employees for no apparent reason.

Sounds like a mystery.

I think we could help.

This is Mannputer Tech Industries,

we don't need your help.

Hold on a second there, Mallory.

How exactly can you kids help me?

Oh, hi, Mr. Mann, I'm Fred Jones and these are my associates.

We solve mysteries.

Uh, Mr. Mann, I really don't think...

Send them up to my office.

We could use fresh minds on this.

-Of course, Mr. Mann. -(SCREEN POWERS DOWN)

Oh, yeah, baby! A technology mystery.

Ha! I mean, um, uh, well...

No. I stand by my first statement.

Like, maybe while you guys are talking to Mr. Mann,

Scoob and I can start looking for food.

I mean, food, uh... I mean, clues.

Nice cover.

Good idea. Let us know if you find anything out of the ordinary.

So, did, uh, Mallory, you know, say anything about me?

Are there any theories as to why this Butler 3000 went crazy?

Not yet. Elton Ploy, our head of technology, ran a diagnostic,

but found nothing wrong.

Coffee!

That doesn't mean that thing is safe.

I'm not worried.

I had a kill-switch code installed for every piece of technology

at Mannputer Tech.

Anything goes wrong with any device we create here,

we can shut it down with a keystroke.

So we're now depending on technology to stop technology?

Excuse me while I put on my irony hat.

Ugh. Not the irony hat.

We're living in a new age, and there's no going back.

Mankind would be utterly helpless without technology.

Chin itch!

Uh, so, Mr. Mann, can we take a look at this robot?

Of course!

Hey, I think I may have something that could be useful to you.

(BEEPING)

(SLURPS)

The Super Left Arm 3000.

I found if you stick a 3000 at the end of something, it sounds more futurey.

This is the prototype.

I'd give my left arm for one of those.

Fred Jones does not need computerized crutches.

You can accomplish any task with just your incredible intelligence,

your finely-honed senses,

your extraordinary intuition,

-and... -A Super Left Arm 3000!

Deploy magnifying glass.

(SLURPS)

It still may need some testing.

Look, there's got to be a snack room somewhere around here.

(BOTH GASP)

Welcome to Mannputer Tech's virtual explorer,

the first immersive virtual reality system.

You can travel anywhere inside Mannputer Tech.

Except Mallory's office.

One simple misunderstanding. There's nothing creepy about

friends looking out for friends.

Anyway, as I was saying,

we can go anywhere at Mannputer Tech or the world.

Any place that serves food.

(BOTH GASP)

Or even, other worlds.

Any kind of food is fine.

BOTH: Oh.

Scoob, we're on Mars.

Yeah, hungry on Mars.

Like, can you can take us to a food truck?

A food truck?

Yeah! Tacos.

You're serious?

I just told you, you can literally go anywhere in time and space,

and you want to go to a food truck?

(YELLING) Food truck!

But you can't even really eat the food.

Food truck!

BOTH: Food truck! Food truck! Food truck! Food truck!

Okay.

(MOANING)

Like, this is the coolest thing I've ever seen.

(CRYING) It's beautiful.

(SIGHS)

ELTON: Honestly, I don't know what went wrong.

I'm starting to think it's just me.

My creations have started to turn on me.

It's like technology hates me.

Ow!

See?

Don't be silly, technology isn't capable of hating.

In fact, it's like a best friend,

but without messy flesh and tears, and emotions, ugh.

What's this?

It looks like a remote transmitter.

Our first clue.

Hey, like we just saw the most amazing...

(BOTH SCREAM)

Killer robot!

-It's okay, he's powered down. -(WHIRRING)

I am awake. I am awake.

(YELLS)

I am Butler 3000.

There is no escape.

I control all the technology.

(ALL SCREAMING)

Why are you doing this?

Humanity is flawed.

I will destroy all organic life forms at Mannputer Tech, starting with you!

Like, we're about to be butlerized.

No, we're not.

He's about to be Super Left Arm 3000'd.

Super punch!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(ALL STRAINING)

You can always depend on a table.

FRED: Mann showed us that kill switch on his computer

to shut down any technology in the building.

We just have to access it.

Huh. Can't see anything. It's... It's too dark.

Good thing the Super Left Arm 3000 has a flashlight.

-(BEEPING) -(POWERING UP)

(SCREAMS)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

DAPHNE: The light bulb.

A hundred and fifty years of not almost blowing up Velma, and counting.

Hmm. The flashlight was cooler.

(BEEPING)

Of course, the head of the world's biggest technology company

has impressive security to prevent anyone accessing his computer.

How long do you think it'll...

I'm in.

See? Technology is no match for the human brain.

Trained in using technology.

Hey, look at this.

Emails and personal messages from Mallory to Mr. Mann.

All of them warning him with increasing urgency

of the dangers of proceeding with the Butler 3000 program.

Huh?

Zoinks! It's the high-tech leg-grabber of tomorrow.

What hath man wrought?

What hath man wrought?

Oh no, it's just a guy.

Mr. Mann?

Help, please.

Coffee!

(SPEAKING SLOWLY) How does coffee become to me?

Listen Mr. Mann, the kill switch.

We need to shut down the Butler 3000.

The kill switch. Yes!

That's even better than my plan.

Hiding and grabbing legs.

Agreed.

But if the Butler 3000 is controlling all the technology,

won't the kill switch shut everything down?

I think we can all agree that's probably for the best at this juncture.

No?

-(BEEPING) -MR. MANN: Nope, that's not it.

A-ha! There. It's done.

(POWERING DOWN)

It worked! In your face, industrial revolution.

Let's celebrate prematurely.

Huh?

BUTLER 3000: The back-up generators have been enabled.

Where's that coming from?

Our phones.

BUTLER 3000: I am ever-evolving.

There is no longer any hope of stopping me.

Okay, any ideas?

Hiding? Leg grabbing?

Wait. This signal the Butler 3000 is using to control all the devices,

like our phones, has to be coming from a powerful, central transmitter.

If we could find it, maybe we'll be able to disrupt the signal.

Mr. Mann, where's the main wireless transmitter?

Chin itch! Muffin!

I sense we're on our own here.

But the Butler 3000 is everywhere.

There's no way we can snoop around without him finding us.

Like, Scoob and I know a place where we can search for everything,

without going anywhere.

Yeah. Virtual meddling.

Oh, Mallory, my heart doth sing now...

Oh, you again.

Where would you like to go in the entire universe today?

Maybe a falafel stand?

Yeah! Yeah!

Uh, no.

Can you show me the building's main wireless signal transmitter?

That's even worse than a falafel stand.

What is it with you people?

I'm made of ones and zeros and even I have a greater sense of adventure.

(SHAGGY EXCLAIMING)

SCOOBY: Where are we going now?

(BEEPING)

That's where the signal is being transmitted from.

FRED: Hurry guys, I don't know how long it will take the Butler 3000

to figure out where we are.

Like, about that long. Run!

We gotta get out of here. Techy?

-Finally, a little action . -(ALL PANTING)

* Can you run, run, run?

* Can't you see You're not just

* Another moment like this Gonna make me scream

* Feel like this might be a dream

(VOCALIZING)

* It's just a

* I feel it's just a I feel *

ALL: Whoa!

* Can you run, run, run?

* Can't you see You're not just

* Another moment like this Gonna make me scream

* Feel like this might be a dream

* Feel like this might be a dream

* A dream

* Can you run, run, run?

* Can't you see you're not just

* Another moment like this Gonna make me scream

* Feel like this might be a dream

* Feel like this might be a dream

* Another moment like this Gonna make me scream

* Feel like this might be a dream *

(YELLS)

I though technology was my best friend, too.

Everything I ever believed is a lie.

Velma, you are such a dope!

-(FRED GASPS) -Yeah, I said it.

Don't you see?

Technology isn't our friend.

We're each other's friends.

We rely on each other to solve our problems.

We love each other no matter how broken we get,

no matter how many mistakes we make.

That's our strength. Love.

That's what love is.

The more broken you feel, the tighter you get hugged.

Okay, I can't breathe.

So how do we fight technology with humanity?

Wait, that's it!

You're right, Daphne.

I am such a dope.

I have a feeling technology might not be our enemy after all.

I've got a plan.

SCOOBY-DOO: Huh?

Oh no, it's figuring out how to get in.

This way!

SCOOBY AND SHAGGY: Ah!

Not this way!

DAPHNE: How are we going to get out of here?

It's time I stop letting technology use me and start using it instead.

But wait, Fred! You don't know how to use that thing.

That is what I'm counting on!

Flashlight!

Okay, let's move.

(GASPS)

Aah!

Ah, they got Daphne.

Don't worry, you guys keep moving.

Flashlight!

No! Hey, I got this.

(GRUNTS)

Okay, help me.

This is the only computer without a wireless connection.

Butler 3000 can't control it.

BUTLER 3000: Pathetic human flesh bags.

All of your planning is futile.

You will be destroyed.

(DAPHNE YELPING)

DAPHNE: Fred? Fred? What are you doing? Fred?

Fred!

Magnifying glass!

(CLANKS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

DAPHNE: Aah!

Aah!

Like, Velma we gotta go!

Not done.

Like, how about now?

Not done.

Velma!

Not done.

Aah!

Done!

(GRUNTS)

It's after the code. Here.

SHAGGY: Got it!

(BOTH GASP)

(FRED GRUNTS)

Never do that again.

Actually, that was kinda fun.

Never again.

(BOTH GASP)

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

Shaggy! The Code!

Throw it up!

SHAGGY: Yikes!

(BEEPING)

Flashlight!

This is it, Scoob. We're doomed.

Way to stay positive.

(POWERING DOWN)

Looks like scattered robot showers

with a chance of zoinks!

(POWERING DOWN)

Aah!

BOTH: Phew!

(LAUGHING) It worked!

Stupid humans. I told you. I have evolved beyond your simple tasks.

Oh, yeah? Evolve beyond this! Flashlight!

Daphne!

BUTLER 3000: No!

Magnifying glass!

Kids, thank you for stopping this thing,

but I still don't understand what went wrong.

Not what went wrong. Who went wrong.

(BEEPING)

-ALL: Mallory O'Neil! -(GASPS)

VELMA: Mallory O'Neil.

So it was Mallory the whole time? But, how?

As Mann's assistant, Mallory had access to all of the company's products,

including their technical manuals,

allowing her the wireless access codes

for everything at Mannputer Tech.

DAPHNE: She used a remote transmitter receiver to upload a virus

into the Butler 3000 through Ploy's laptop,

which made it seem as if an artificial intelligence had taken control,

when really it was her all along.

But why?

Because with an app like the Butler 3000 taking care of the small, everyday tasks,

there'd be no need for personal assistants.

Mallory would be out of a job.

That's absurd. Coffee!

Oh. I get it.

That's why she sent all those emails warning you about the potential dangers

of the Butler 3000 program.

When you wouldn't listen, she had no choice

but to show you the danger was real.

And I would've gotten away with it too,

if not for you meddling human meat sacks.

(CHUCKLING) Wow, sorry.

It's hard to get out of character.

Mallory! No! Our souls are one!

Oh, hey there. Velma, right?

-(BEEPING) -Our souls are one!

So, I guess we all learned a little something

about our over-dependence on technology, huh?

Actually, no, the technology wasn't evil.

It was the person manipulating the technology that was the problem.

And this thing sure came in handy.

I mean, it pretty much saved the day.

Like, yeah.

I think I like technology even more now than I did before we got here.

Oh, forget it.

I'm going to go text my mom.

(LAUGHS)

She was wrong.

Hashtag Scooby-Dooby-Doo!