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Do you like my toupee, Barbarian?

Demon dogs!

He's taken a piece of Ookla's mane

and used it to cover his bald spot.

Why can't cat people just grow old gracefully?

Ariel, Ookla! Ride!

Huh?

There's a creature on the wing! It's attacking the aluminum.

Shaggy!

I've got you, Scoob!

Like, whatever you do, don't look behind you.

Behind me?

No! Don't look behind you.

Well, like, don't look down either.

That's cowardice 101, Scoob.

Now, Scoob!

It worked!

Come on, Velma. Let's reel him in.

Yeah!

Wow. A real-life monster here in my hangar.

I can't believe you kids caught it.

Not an "it," Mr. HB.

Herman Ellinger.

That's the rude passenger from B17. But why?

Why? Because airline tickets cost an arm and a leg.

I knew if I could scare your passengers away

you'd have to lower your prices,

and I could fly almost anywhere for practically nothing.

Yeah! Airline prices are the real monster.

I don't think you get discounts for...

And I would have gotten away with it, too,

if it wasn't for you meddling kids and that mangy mutt of yours.

Hey!

I can't thank you kids enough.

But I still don't know how you figured it out.

Easy. With science.

After the first sighting of the monster, I had an idea.

I collected scraps from leftover food served on the airplane

and cross referenced the DNA samples

against the piece of hair we found on the plane's wing.

Incredible.

DNA? Gee, that doesn't sound like mystery-solving at all.

The only mystery is why anyone would try to solve anything

without good old science to back them up.

Say, uh, there's two other papers here.

Oh, that's because there were two extra people

that ate the food on the plane, despite us asking them not to.

Uh-oh. What'd we do?

It looks like the lab ran your DNA test along with Ellinger's.

Are you guys curious where your ancestors came from?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Huh? Denmark?

Well, you are a Great Dane after all.

Emphasis on the "great."

What about you, Shaggy?

It says my ancestors come from a small village

in the north of England called Norville o'er Morgania.

- Huh? What a weird name. - Hmm.

It says here that Norville o'er Morgania

is known to be one of the suspected locations of the ancient city of Camelot.

Also, it says that it has the best fish and chips in all of the United Kingdom.

- Fish? - And chips?

Those were fries, but I'm still on board.

I wish we could go, gang.

But we didn't go into mystery solving for the money.

Well, Daphne was right on one account.

Airline prices are the real monster.

Well, it's lucky I have an airline then.

What do you mean, Mr. HB?

What do I mean?

You just saved my whole airline from bankruptcy.

I'll fly you and your friends anywhere you wanna go, free of charge.

It's the least I can do.

Well, gang, I guess we're headed to jolly old England.

That sure was nice of Mr. HB

to ship over the Mystery Machine.

It sure was.

Say, Fred, the map says you were supposed to make a left back there.

Map? Oh, Daphne, Jones men don't need maps.

We were born with an innate sense of direction.

We were made for the open road.

Fred!

Fred, you do know that they drive

on the left side of the road in England, right?

Boy. They built the roads wrong...

Is this the one where the toilet water goes the wrong way, too?

Say, look at that.

See? I told you I knew where we were going.

Fred!

I got it. Just testing you.

Wow. It looks like they're about to have a party.

Good timing.

Party?

Oh, man. That means...

Party food!

"Fish and chips. Bangers and mash. Toad in the hole."

"Welsh rarebit. Spotted dick. Jam roly-poly."

Are these real?

I guess. "Bubble and squeak. Jellied eels. Angels on horseback."

It's like a whole new world of food.

Like, Scoob and I are gonna go grab a snack.

We'll be right back.

This place is kind of a dump, gang. Like, run-down.

Some of the architecture is left over from medieval times.

Dudes, the place we're staying is all that remains standing of the Kingdom of Camelot.

Camelot? Like King Arthur?

Merlin? Knights of the Round Table? We're standing on history.

Weren't you just calling this place a dump?

Yeah, but now it's a dump where knights lived.

There's very little evidence that Camelot or King Arthur even existed.

Oh, but he did.

That's what we're celebrating.

Hi. I'm Mr. Saunders, the mayor of this fine city,

and this here is my assistant, Sandi.

- Hello. - Nice to meet you.

I'm Daphne, and these are my friends, Velma and Fred.

- Nice to meet you. - Yeah, you, too.

You seemed awfully sure that King Arthur really existed.

How can you be certain?

Because of our name, of course.

Norville o'er Morgania.

You don't know the story? Well, not many do.

But never fear. Soon, everyone will.

It all began a long time ago, right here, on the site of Camelot.

That's right. The good King Arthur

came under attack by the villainous Morgan Le Fey.

Everything seemed bleak until a brave knight appeared. Sir Norville.

Known for his fearlessness,

this knight fought the evil witch and saved Camelot.

Witches? Wizards? Come on.

Those stories came out of the Dark Ages,

where nothing could be accounted for.

A disbeliever. That's okay.

Stay in this town a little while

and you'll experience the magic yourselves.

The Mayor has worked really hard

to make this the greatest celebration ever.

We have horse races, archery demonstrations,

an unbelievable light show and even a pie-eating contest.

Did someone say pie eating?

And who is this?

My name's Shaggy, and this is my pal, Scooby-Doo.

- Hello. - Nice to meet you.

Shaggy's actually the reason we're here.

It turns out that Shaggy's ancestors are from Norville o'er Morgania.

Norville is a Shaggy name.

Yeah. My name's Norville. Surname Rogers.

But, uh, nobody calls me "Sir." That's my dad's name.

Oh, really? You're sure?

He's been a Norville his whole life, and the DNA test proves it.

Norville's a name that's been handed down

in our family, like... Like, forever.

Just like this medallion.

My mom gave it to me for luck.

Luck, indeed.

We thought we'd look around.

Who knows? Maybe Shaggy's ancestors left him something.

I'm hoping for some sort of medieval pizza.

Or jellied eels.

Yes. Well, we have to be going.

- It can't be. - Sandi.

You'll never guess what just happened...

Did you hear...

- That was strange. - Small towns are weird.

Remember that time you dyed your hair blond

and everyone in that little northeastern town was talking about it?

Oh, yeah. Being blond was definitely not more fun that day.

And then they all turned into fish people and tried to eat us.

That's less of a "small town thing"

than it is a "Scooby Gang thing."

Come on. The library is this way.

How do you know?

The same way Scooby and Shaggy always know where the food is.

I don't know, Scooby-Doo.

Are you getting that same sort of haunted vibe as I am?

Uh-huh.

Doesn't everything give you the haunted vibe?

It's called managing expectations.

Don't worry, guys.

The only thing scary about this library is it still uses the Dewey Decimal System.

Yes, I understand. Goodbye.

Unbelievable.

Next thing you're gonna tell me,

they put the horror and romance section side by side.

Hi. I was wondering...

Shh! This is a place of study.

Use your library voice, please.

Of course. I'm sorry.

Is it just me or is this place dead?

Shh!

We were visiting and wondered

if you can point us to the books on the history of your town.

Near the back, past the horror and romance section.

Next to the horror and romance section?

Sure. Because those genres are so similar.

Exactly.

But you'll need to hurry. We're closing in 20 minutes for the big party.

Why we should be celebrating such a preposterous story, I'll never know,

but one must do what one must do.

Okay. We'll be quick. Thank you.

Hand luggage... Hobnockers... Hypermarkets... Ham hocks...

Ooh. You can never know enough about a subject you love.

Here it is. History of Sir Norville and Morgan Le Fey.

Huh? That can't be good.

It never is.

This seems to be some kind of storybook.

Hmm.

"Once upon a time, there was a great ruler named King Arthur.

But this king was under attack from the evil Morgan Le Fey.

She demanded the throne from King Arthur,

but he would not give it up to one as evil as her.

Everything was hopeless until Sir Norville appeared.

Brandishing the mighty sword Excalibur,

Norville, through a mighty tournament,

became the rightful ruler of Camelot.

But no sooner did he gain the throne

than Morgan Le Fey attacked again.

Norville was whisked away to Morgan's castle

where the two were never heard from again.

King Arthur decreed that if Sir Norville or his children ever returned,

he would be crowned the rightful ruler over all the land."

No wonder it was called the Dark Ages.

Can you imagine anyone believing such a story?

Ha! Right, gang?

Scooby? Shaggy?

Is the story over?

What do you know? The book was right. This is a great hiding place.

Hey. Where's the party?

If ever you see a party not happening, that means you're the party.

Come on, gang. Let's heat this place back up.

Come on. If you dance it, they will come.

No.

It's working. Come on, party people.

Like, don't party people usually arrive by land?

Not if it's a skydiving party.

Excuse me. Are you the skydiving instructor?

I am Morgan Le Fey, rightful ruler of Camelot.

And if it wasn't for meddling Sir Norville, I would be ruler still.

Why is she pointing at me?

Are you not the skydiving instructor?

Now, I shall finally have my revenge!

You'll have to catch us first.

Come on, gang!

A-ha!

That was so not a party person.

What was that thing?

She said she was the ghost of Morgan Le Fey, but that's just preposterous.

On a scale of one to...

How preposterous did you think it was?

Check it out, gang. It's an old henge.

A circle of stones that once held some sort of mystical significance.

Look at that.

Wow! Who do you think that is?

It says this is the statue of the legendary Sir Norville.

Did someone say "Sir Norville"? I despise Sir Norville.

Well, good news, man. I'm not him.

I'm Shaggy, and, like, everyone loves me.

No joke.

There is no time for love. Only retribution.

I invoke sorcery's paradigm.

With this eldritch and mystical rhyme, I'll leave them bipedal,

but teach them to meddle and send their butts backward in time.

I'm scared, Shaggy.

Me too, buddy.

- Is anyone else getting a bit... - tired?

Tired? Oh, yeah.

Shaggy, where are we?

Like, I don't know, man.

Shaggy, Scooby, grab my hand.

We appear to be falling at the standard 9.8 meters per second

as dictated by the Earth's gravity, but where's the ground?

Skydiving's not a party, man.

I found the ground!

Brace for impact!

Huh?

Did we make it in one piece?

I can't feel my legs.

Like, I can feel my legs, but I can't feel my fingers feeling them.

Where are we?

No bars. We should've gotten the international plan.

Did I leave my curling iron on in 1,600 years?

Morgan Le Fey cast a spell on us.

Oh, come on.

I'm sure that was just some kids playing some kind of prank.

Velma, look around.

You're telling me that there's no way time travel could happen?

Well, I mean, wormholes, black holes, Tipler cylinders.

But these are cosmic-level events we're talking about.

So, like not fantasy, but science fiction? Like Thundarr?

No. Thundarr's more dumb fantasy than sci-fi.

But you like Thundarr.

I like Thundarr's abs, okay? I watch it for the abs.

Me too.

So, wait. We time-traveled?

Welp, gang, it looks like we have another mystery on our...

No. Not a mystery. It's a hoax.

Then how did we time-travel?

We did not time-travel.

This is a prank, or a Japanese game show.

We all just need to chill and take a deep breath...

...and hold our horses.

Hmm.

You gotta admit, Velma's usually right about this stuff.

Let's all just wait here a bit and see what... Gang.

Gang. Gang. Gang. Gang.

Gang.

It's real.

This can't be real. It doesn't make sense.

This shouldn't be possible.

If I'd known I was gonna time-travel, I'd have brought my good ascot.

I keep telling y'all, reality is just a simulation.

Now's not the time to worry about what's real.

That time is in, like, hundreds and hundreds of years, where we should be.

Well, gang, it looks like we have another mystery on our...

Ah, just you wait.

Any second now, someone's going to pop out

and yell "Surprise" or blow a horn.

Ha! Horn!

Hear ye! Hear ye!

I, Herald of the court,

doth ask you to bow before the King of Camelot.

The lord of the land. The knight of the...

Oh, get on with it.

Yes. Um...

Peasants and serfs, I give you King Arthur and Queen Guinevere.

Ohh. He's kinda hunky.

I guess, if you're into authoritarian dictators.

He kinda reminds me of my dad.

Sorry. Sorry. New cape. Haven't broken it in yet.

Say, he sure looks familiar.

Unwashed common people, I, your king, and my brave Knights of the Round Table

have with great effort and sacrifice finally defeated the villainous Saxons

and brought peace to the isles.

I love your hair.

So, I'm throwing a party!

Uh... It's not a party for you lot.

It's for me. The rightful king of the Britons,

who made you the proud people you are today.

Back straight. Chin up. Mind the gap.

Now, I'm going to have my Knights of the Round Table

come around and collect some taxes.

Come on. Pony up.

Oh, and, Lancelot, I'll take that pony.

He is like your dad. A big meanie.

The unwashed common people don't seem to like him very much.

Oh, my gosh. You're right, Daph.

All right. Good talk.

Oh!

Oh, not again.

Greetings, Arthur.

It is I, Morgan Le Fey.

Come to take my rightful place as ruler of Camelot.

Like, it's her!

Wend home to Avalon, vile enchantress.

You call your folk fair, yet I judge you anything but.

Oh, my gosh. Really? Really?

Ah. Ah, sorry. Sorry.

I had butter for lunch.

Cede the throne to me, son of Uther Pendragon,

and I shall spare your miserable life.

Uh, my life is amazing, FYI.

Yeah. Shazing.

And also, I'm hiding behind my knights.

You'd have to literally tear them apart to get to me.

Well, if you won't give me the throne, I'll just have to take it.

Oh!

King down. King down, everyone.

Huh?

Soon you will all bow before me, your true queen!

Huh?

It's just like the book we read in the library.

What do you mean?

Remember when Velma was like, "Blah blah blah.

Morgan Le Fey kept on annoying Norville o'er Morgania"?

That's right. Until Sir Norville appeared.

Sir Norville.

- That's it! - Huh? What's it?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Because maybe Sir Norville is actually Shaggy sent back in time.

Me? A knight? With this goatee?

Besides, I don't look anything like the statue.

Oh, so now you're on the time-travel train too, Velma?

You said it yourself, Daphne. Science fiction.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

We do seem to have traveled in time.

We just need to find out how.

You can say it now.

Well, gang, it looks like we have another mystery on our hands.

If we're in the distant past,

then we're currently living out the legend we read about in the future.

Oh, my brain hurts.

And if we're responsible for the legend,

then we have to do exactly what it said,

or otherwise we'll mess up the timeline,

which could cause us to cease to exist,

or worse, the whole universe may implode in a quantum paradox.

I'm telling you, reality's a simulation, girl.

The universe can't implode 'cause it isn't even real.

Daphne, you're not helping my stomach.

I look at you guys and I just see

zero-one, one-one-zero- one-one-one-zero.

Daph. Daph. Hand me your phone.

Look.

As long as the lock-screen picture stays the same,

then it means we haven't changed the timeline.

So, all we have to do is keep to the legend and we'll be fine.

- Mm-hmm. - So, what do we do next?

I've got an idea, but we're going to need to find more appropriate attire

so we don't stick out like sore thumbs.

Oh!

Funniest thing I've seen all night.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Presenting Sir Norville of Crystal Covia and his entourage.

Like, I, Sir Norville of Crystal Cove...

Ia!

Crystal Covia, do present myself before thy king.

Crystal Covia? Hmm.

Sounds very new-agey. Very "witchy."

Where is it? What do they wear? Is it clothes?

Uh, Crystal Covia lies far across the sea.

We have great treasures, like malt shops and Taco Tuesdays.

- And... - Taco Wednesdays.

Taco Wednesdays.

And yes, we mostly wear clothes. But sometimes also food.

They're slobs.

This sounds like witchcraft to me. Right? Eh? Am I right?

Yeah, yeah. All right then. Show it to me.

Let's see it. Bring it on. Show me the witchcraft.

Your Highness, there is no such thing as...

I know witchcraft.

Where I'm from, I was taught by 1,000 sand-witches.

And I'd like to put you under the spell

of a beast from 1,500 years in your future.

The Hoagie!

Scooby, let's make history.

Now, all we need is a knife to cut it with.

Shaggy.

That'll work perfectly.

I love your knife holder. Very rustic.

And, like, that's what I call a Super Shaggy Sandwich.

Whoa. Hey, I know it's an amazing sandwich, but come on.

It's just like the legend.

You just pulled Excalibur from the stone.

That makes you the rightful heir to Camelot.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa. Whoa there, buster.

Pump the horse brakes, all right?

Pulling an old hunk of metal from a rock doesn't make one a leader.

It literally says, "Whosoever pulls the sword

from the stone shall be the rightful king of Camelot."

You come in here with your sand-witchcraft,

steal my sword, and try to take my throne as well?

That, good sir, or madam, is just plain rude.

I ought to give you a taste of Camelot's just desserts.

Hold on, boys.

There has to be a way we can settle this.

- I'm cool with pie. - Oh, we will.

We will settle this. Like men!

Hold!

Huh?

Who's that?

It's me. I'm Merlin.

Merlin?

Merlin? Where?

Ah, yes. Me again.

I'm Merlin the Magician, master of knowledge and mystical secrets.

Merlin, you're always spoiling my fun. Just like my mum.

- Beard and all. - Hmm.

If there's one thing I can't stand,

it's adulty people acting like children.

All this noisy arguing is what brought me down here.

I'm a busy wizard and I need to focus, right?

Sorry, Mr. Merlin.

But our friend Shaggy here pulled the sword from the stone, so technically...

Yeah. How can there be two kings at one time?

Uh, well, there can't be, can there? Hmm? You bunch of numpties.

You gotta solve this like the adulty people you are.

With a winner-take-all melee for the crown!

Hear ye! Hear ye!

To determine the true king,

the prospects must test their skill upon one another.

The champion becoming the king of Camelot!

Like, I'm gonna have to compete?

Because, to be honest, I'm pretty sure you could take me.

We're nobility.

Nobility doesn't fight one another.

We get the unwashed commoners to fight on our behalf.

Phew.

Us, sweating? Waving our arms around? Can you imagine?

Drumstick?

Looks like you boys have got this sorted.

There's a whole arsenal down there to choose from.

Arsenal! Arsenal! Arsenal!

Right then. Let's get down to it.

I choose, uh, Sir Galahad.

Um, I choose...

Hold on, mate. I'm not done yet.

Sir Percival, Sir Tristan, Gawain, Sir Kay, Sir Kay, Sir...

What if... Could I... I was... Could I, please...

Bedivere, Sir Kay...

- Sir... - And I want that pony.

- I'll take... - Um...

- Bors the Younger. - It would be great...

Sir Lamorak...

- I choose... - And...

Hmm? Hmm? Hmm?

Fine. I guess. Sir Lancelot.

Yes!

Like, I'd like a knight to fight for right,

but there isn't one in sight.

I, Fred of Ascot,

do volunteer to fight on Sir Norville's behalf.

Are you sure you're up for this, Fred?

You're a big tough guy,

but those are crazy-ripped man-men.

For sure, Daph.

As long as you're there to cheer me on, we'll be fine.

Besides, the way I figure it, according to legend, we've already won.

What's there to be afraid of?

The Black Plague. Deranged highwaymen. Giant brown bears.

Dysentery. Armies of angry orcs...

Just the one, eh?

At least your mum thinks you're cool.

Come on, Velma. Find a way to get us out of here.

I'm on it. If anyone knows what's up here, it's Merlin.

- Merlin? - Oh. Hello.

Sorry. I didn't hear you come in over my burping fire and all.

Um, I've come seeking knowledge.

Oh. You must be my sister Karen's friend. I can teach you.

- Uh... - Oh, that's fantastic.

You know, Karen's the one that gave me the idea.

She's like "Can you breathe fire?" And I'm like "Yes."

And then she's like, "But can you belch the alphabet?"

And I'm like, "Oh, my gosh. Yes, I can."

Why has no one ever combined these two things before?

A, B, C, D, E, F, G.

I'm getting stuck on the G.

Hey, Merlin, or whoever you want to call yourself, I'm having a day.

That's what tea's for, my darling.

I think you might have a time machine or something.

A device...

Okay. Maybe you call it "magic."

Whatever it is, I need to learn how to use it

so I can send my friends and myself back home.

Oh. So you want to be a sorcerer's assistant, huh?

To learn the arcane secrets what make the world turn like a platter.

Then this is where your quest for knowledge begins.

Uh, what am I supposed to do with this?

When the time comes, you will know what to do with it.

Can't I just have access to your time machine?

Oh. Is that all you wanted?

I call it a "sun dial."

Ugh. I'm gonna need magic just to get through this day.

Well, how do I look?

Like my knight in shining armor.

Mine, too.

Thanks, Scoob. Well, time to go.

Oh, I think not.

Morgan!

- Why, I ought to... - Freeze!

I... I can't move.

Let him go.

Don't worry. It's only temporary.

But long enough to stop him from competing.

Now nothing can stop me from taking the throne from Arthur.

- What are we gonna do? - Fred can't joust like this.

He'll have to forfeit,

and King Arthur will win, which means we might...

Poof. Disappear.

No. We have to give Velma more time to figure things out.

I've got a plan. A plan so crazy it might just work.

Fred! Fred! Fred!

Uh, where's your knight?

Uh, I don't know.

Is that a lady on a horse?

Is that a non-man?

No. That's Daphne. Where's Fred?

Felled by dark magic. I'm standing in.

A non-man doing sporty man things?

That's a laugh, isn't it?

Ha! Well, Norville, after you lose,

maybe I can find a job for you on my staff.

What are your thoughts on waste removal?

I've got a few ripe buckets of...

Actually, King Arthur, in my land, non-men...

Uh, women can do whatever they put their minds to.

And some of them are pretty scary.

Smite him, Daph!

Smite that knight right in the snoot.

Daphne! Daphne!

Daphne! Daphne! Daphne!

Daphne, look out!

You fight like a girl, so I'll go easy on you.

Oh, I was just dodging. Was I supposed to be fighting?

Look, little girl, first off, you're skinny as a...

- Stick. - Don't worry.

Those dents will buff right out.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Lancelot just got beat by a girl!

That's a point for you. But so worth it.

- Cheese? - Cheese.

Mmm.

Sir Daphne, you're my knight in shining armor.

Daphne! Daphne!

Rah! Huzzah!

Yes!

Peanuts. Anybody want peanuts?

Gimme two. I don't carry money.

This is it. He's the last knight on Arthur's side.

I want Daph to win, but, you know, I also kinda want her to lose.

Go get him, Daph.

Here. For luck.

Go get him, Daphne.

Oh. I can't look.

Oh, no.

- I won! - You won!

Ugh! This is the worst thing that's ever happened.

At last!

Now, with the king chosen, I have sent an emissary to bring him to me.

As I perform this ancient rite, it will cause a big, terrible fight.

As swords clash and clang, you'll go out with a bang!

As you're slain by my wicked Black Knight!

Like, what is that?

That is your doom.

Black Knight, attack!

Well, that's a bit excessive.

Huh?

Finish her!

Not so fast.

Velma, you're back. And you've learned the wizarding ways.

Look. She's got magic pajamas.

Yeah, Merlin gave me these robes,

but I didn't learn squat up there.

Magic is nonsense.

I'm here to save you the new-fashioned way. With science.

It's all about physics.

Abra-ka-whatever- fantasy-nerds-say.

An object in motion stays in motion with the same speed and direction...

...unless acted upon by an unbalanced force.

It's all you, Daph. Let's unmask our villain.

Shaggy, the sword.

The sword?

Daph, catch!

And the Black Knight is actually...

Gross.

Anyone have a spare helmet? Or, like, a paper bag?

Oh, come on. Come on, come on. Gimme a break.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

"When apprentices fail at their quest,

and they just didn't give it their best.

When there's trouble with magic, don't let it turn tragic.

Just call Merlin. He's at your behest."

Is all magic limericks?

Ooh. Looks like we've gotten ourselves into a bit of a barney, haven't we? Hmm?

Heh. Barney.

Like Barney Rubble. It rhymes with trouble.

Wait. How do you know about Barney Rubble? He's from the future.

He's a caveman.

Merlin! Help!

Oh, bother.

Whoa!

How do I learn how to do that?

He says it's magic.

But I'm building a case that he's actually

some sort of super-genius from the 27th century.

Ray guns. Molecular transportation.

Or, you know...

Ah, young apprentice.

You must study even harder if you're to become a proper wizard.

Study what? The stuff in this book is nonsense.

I just want to time-travel back home.

This is all just bad limericks and gobbledygook.

To a wizard, gobbledygook is the most important kind of gook.

When the time is right, young lad, you'll know just how to use that book.

But, please, Merlin. I just have to...

Second-hand wizard. Ought to be illegal.

What a show that guy puts on.

Come on.

We just want to use your time-travel machine

so we can go home and watch Thundarr the Barbarian.

Ugh! Timeline.

Wizard-speak for "I promise to study harder."

I guess that's that.

I think not!

Like, what's happening, man?

Since you are the rightful king, then you are mine.

Farewell, you miscreants.

When next we meet, it will be your doom!

Shaggy!

Don't worry, Scoob. We'll get him back.

We better hurry. Look.

Our future is fading out of existence.

If we don't find out where Shaggy went, we'll cease to be,

creating a time paradox that will destroy the world.

Ooh, ooh, ooh. I know this one. Uh, I know where he went.

To Morgan's Keep. Not far from here.

Really creepy.

And there's a gauntlet of deadly traps

before you can even get inside.

Did someone say traps?

Deadly traps?

Mmm-hmm. Yeah. Deadly traps. Awesome. Good luck.

Hope you get your mate back.

He's your friend, too.

I don't need a mate. I'm a king. I have hoagies.

Uh, hoagies!

How can you eat at a time like this?

Yeah. Even Scooby knows that when a friend's in trouble, you drop everything for them.

Even snacks.

I told you. Shaggy's not my...

Shaggy is my mate.

Or the closest I've got to one.

My whole life is a lie.

So you'll join the Scooby Gang while we rescue him?

No. Are you mad? I'm not leaving this castle without a bunch of knights.

Oh, no. I think I broke them all.

Hmm.

I've got it.

Um, kneel.

I, Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot,

and the rightful wielder of Excalibur,

do dub thee Knights of the Round Table.

Let's go and save our mate.

I love your hair!

So, this is it? Huh. That's strange.

What, Velma?

Oh, nothing. I just could have sworn we've been here before.

Oh, you would remember if you had. Welcome to Morgan's Keep.

This cave leads down into the bowels of the Earth,

where Morgan Le Fey practices her dark magic.

Don't be scared, Scooby.

Remember, we're here to save Shaggy.

Say, Arthur, how are we going to get across that moat?

Well, that's not creepy.

There. Down that corridor.

What are we waiting for?

Whoa!

Oh, it's the gauntlet of deadly traps.

Oh, right. I forgot.

Velma, can you get us across with your powers as a student wizard?

I can try.

So silly.

"I call on the powers of fable to make passage for knights of the table.

For this evil hallway will attempt to fillet,

cook or smash us as long as it's able."

- Did it work? - I don't know.

I guess not.

Well, we gave it a good go.

If we head back now, we'll be just in time for tea and jellied eels.

We can't leave.

Then what are we gonna do?

You're the master of traps, Fred. You can figure this out.

Am I a wizard? No. Am I an artist?

I, uh, hadn't really thought about it.

Sorry. What does this do again?

I used the bow we brought with us to make a trebuchet

that will throw a stone through the hallway, pulling the sled,

which will slide us past the traps before they're able to do anything.

It's an antitrap trap.

Brilliant. We're all gonna die.

- Ready, gang? - Ready!

Well, and Bob's your uncle. We made it.

Sir Fred, you are a regular anorak.

Actually, I think I'm half-Dutch or Norway-ese or something.

Huh?

I knew you could do it.

Thanks, guys, but come on. We've gotta save Shaggy.

Huh?

Sorry. What's that horrible noise?

- More deadly traps? - It's Shaggy.

Scooby-Doo. It's great to see you, pal.

- Shaggy, are you all right? - I am now that you're here.

Hors d'oeuvres?

Come on. We gotta get out of here.

He has a point. Waste not, want not. That's what I always say.

Stand back.

Oh.

- Now can we go? - Yep. Food's gone.

It's too late.

The picture. It's gone.

Whatever we did, we just made the timeline worse.

Now the phone isn't even working,

as if the technology itself was disappearing.

We've failed.

Right, you are!

Ha! Finally!

Now with Excalibur in my hand

and Sir Norville having granted me the deed to the throne...

Deed to the throne?

Yes. For as much food as he could eat.

It's all here. Legal and everything.

Shaggy, you didn't?

Why would I want a seat on the throne

when I've got some tea and a scone?

Now, with this deed and the sword,

I am the rightful ruler of all of Camelot.

Huh?

Only if you can hold onto it.

You think you can defeat me?

I am the greatest sorceress of all time,

but this battle is going to drag on.

Drag on. Get it?

This is my dumb little joke,

since you all seem to like making dumb little jokes so much.

Uh-oh. I don't like this pun.

Dragon!

Uh-oh. Oh. That's not good.

Oh! Oh!

I am Morgan Le Fey, ruler of Camelot, and I am hungry.

Guys, this table is built really well,

but I don't think it can take another blast.

We're gonna need some real magic to get us out of this one.

Have you gotten good yet, Velma?

No. But I know one word that always works for this gang.

- What's that? - Run! Follow me!

Like, if you can't take the heat, get out of the dragon's lair.

You cannot escape me!

Come on, King Arthur. Put the dragons right behind us.

Go, Shaggy.

I can't hold this door forever.

Jump, Shaggy!

Demon dogs, Shaggy. Go!

King Arthur.

I'm sure he's fine.

You thought you could escape me, you fools.

If you have any last words, the time has come to use them.

When the time is right, young lad,

you'll know just how to use that book.

Thank you. Because of you, we can wake up to a brighter tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Velma, the picture. Has it come back?

- Nope. - Oh, no.

You mean we've destroyed the future?

No more video games? No more double cheeseburgers?

No more Scooby Snacks?

And no way to return home.

Don't worry, Sir Fred.

You can join me and my Knights of the Round Table.

All of you can.

Together, we can make the world a better place.

Create a kingdom where everyone is welcome

as long as they fight on the side of right.

Together, we can make Camelot a beacon on the hill,

shining a light into the darkest of places.

Bravo. Bravo.

Velma, what are you doing?

Oh, just applauding these fine performers.

I guess that's the end of your little show then, isn't it?

Mrs. Wentworth?

Is she trapped back in time, too?

No, Shaggy. She's not back in time, and neither are we.

But the photo on the phone.

Forgot to charge it. It just went dead.

But all the magic. The flying, the lights...

Heck, when she did that spell to freeze me.

It's like I thought. There was no magic.

It was all just wires, sleep gas,

and the light show that the mayor said the town was going to show us later on.

As for the freezing,

we all know you're kind of impressionable when someone yells in your direction.

- What? That's not... - Jump!

Okay. Good to know.

So, the people, they were what? Actors?

Not just any actors.

This in none other than that wonderful British thespian,

Winston Pilkingstonshire.

Winston Pilkingstonshire?

He's the actor who plays Thundarr the Barbarian on TV.

- Right? - Right.

I got even more suspicious when Arthur said "demon dogs,"

one of Thundarr's catchphrases.

You know, you say the same lines for 30 years, they're hard to shake.

But what really gave it away were the abs.

I'd know those abs anywhere.

Whoa. Will you sign my tunic?

Yes, it's me and my abs.

But we couldn't have done it without this marvelous medieval Renaissance troupe.

Everyone, please, take a bow.

Velma, amazing deduction.

It's true. I was hired to be the inaugural actor

to play King Arthur in Norville o'er Morgania's newest tourist attraction,

Camelot Reimagined.

Camelot Reimagined? What is that?

It should be obvious, Daphne.

Do you remember when we first arrived at Norville o'er Morgania?

We reached that roundabout with the one road blocked off for construction.

This must be some sort of immersive attraction

built right next to the town to attract tourists.

In fact, with the way that Camelot is centered in this small valley

to obscure what's on the other side of that stand of trees

and how the castle only has windows facing one side,

I'm willing to bet that Norville o'er Morgania

is actually only a couple of miles away.

She's right. And you five are our first guests to take part

in what we hope will be a very lucrative entertainment experience.

Yeah, but did they have to knock us out to pretend it was real?

Actually, they did, Shaggy.

- All because of you. - Me?

Do you remember the legend of Sir Norville?

It said that if Norville or any of his line returned,

they would lay claim to the land of Camelot.

When the mayor found out about your lineage

and saw your ancient medallion with the inscription of Camelot,

he was convinced you were here to lay claim to the town.

Precisely. After he met Shaggy,

he organized a town meeting and told everyone

they would have to do whatever it takes

to get you to sign over the deed for the land to the town.

Like, I don't wanna own real estate.

- You don't? - Ma'am, no way.

Do you know how many creepy, evil people we've met

that do weird things just for a piece of land?

No offense, but I'd gladly sign over the deed.

Just give me the paperwork.

That's very sweet, Shaggy.

Luckily, you've already signed the deed... over to me!

Ha-ha!

Um, this is definitely not part of the script.

I know because I memorized the entire thing, everyone's parts.

I always do. It's just a thing.

These ignorant townspeople put everything into this King Arthur experience,

wanting to split the profits between everyone.

But you know what's better than splitting profits with hundreds of people?

Splitting them with no one!

Once I send this to the proper authorities,

this town and the money it makes will be mine!

She's trying to get away. Get her!

Look out!

And there goes my retirement.

All she has to do is mail that deed and the town is hers.

We have to stop her.

Where's the nearest mailbox?

Uh, what's a mailbox, Sir Fred?

We're not acting anymore, you twit.

Oh, right, mate. Sorry, sorry.

It's about two kilometers that way

in the center of Norville o'er Morgania.

But she's too far away. There's no way we can catch up to her.

No, there is a way.

Ariel, Ookla, ride!

Do you wanna?

No. You be Ariel.

I'm Ookla, naturally.

Those fools. With this deed, there's nothing to stop me

from owning this town once and for all.

Huh?

This is your idea?

Don't worry, love. It's just a converted lorry.

A baby could drive it.

See? What did I tell you? Easy-peasy.

Like, this is amazing!

She's getting away!

Huh?

We've gotta put her down.

All right. Winston's got it.

Hold on, everyone.

Lords of Light, that was fun!

- Oh, let's go again. - Ariel rules!

We made it. We, like, survived.

But you failed in your quest!

Not yet we haven't, vile sorceress.

Fly true, my beauty!

And for good measure...

What? No fair!

Oh, my. What's going on here?

Well, Mayor, we know about you and the town trying to gaslight us into thinking

we were trapped in the Dark Ages

in order to claim this land as your own.

But, then, you didn't think your town librarian

would try to steal the deed for herself.

I would've gotten away with it, too,

if it wasn't for you meddling kids.

And... And...

A little bit of Scooby Gang magic.

Well, I'm assuming that you'll want to lay claim to the land then.

No way.

This land belongs to you and the rest of the town.

I'm actually pretty proud to know my ancestors

came from such imaginative and entrepreneurial people.

Well, then there's only one thing left to do.

What's that, Mayor?

Party!

Not a bad way to spend our vacation. Wouldn't you say so, Sir Fred?

Not bad at all, Sir Daphne.

So, was any of it real, Mr. Pilkingstonshire?

Our budding bromance? The sandwiches?

- Any of it? - I'm an actor, Shaggy,

but there are some things you just can't fake.

One of those things is a love of sandwiches.

Watch the sandwich scene in Citizen Kane. You'll see what I mean.

Friendship is another one, Shaggy.

You kids aren't so bad, for septics.

Uh, septic tanks. Yanks.

I've got a wonderful beach house in the UK.

You must come sometime.

And stay in a hotel nearby.

- Cheese. - Cheese.

I'm still not sure how you pulled it off.

The blasts of cold air, fireballs, flying...

It all felt so real.

Magic is real, Velma.

You just have to look deep within to find it.

Okay, I get it. A magician never tells how he did the trick.

Now, young apprentice, I gotta run.

Remember the lessons I've taught you, hmm?

Once you suss out magic, there's nothing you can't get up to.

Sure. Thank you, "Merlin."

It's been surreal.

Tatty-bye.

Where is your friend going? He's going to miss the fireworks show.

My friend? You mean Merlin?

Isn't he one of the townspeople?

No. Never seen him before in my life.

- We thought he was with you. - He's not with me.

And if he's not with you, then...

No. It can't be.

Told you reality was a simulation.

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

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