Original subtitles

screech screech

[theme song]

[laughter]

[vehicle approaching]

[screaming]

♪ Scooby Scooba-Dee-Doo ♪

♪ Scooby Scooba-Dee-Doo ♪♪

(Shaggy) Yeow!

[engine revving]

(Scrappy) We made it. Plymouth, Massachusetts.

We'll be at your parent's home right on time, Shaggy.

Like, we better be, Daphne.

I don't want to miss my sister's wedding.

The whole family's gonna be there.

My whole family too.

[scatting "Here Comes The Bride"]

Yuck! What's that awful smell?

It's just Uncle Scooby's cologne.

(Scrappy) Eau de Arfie.

American aroma.

Huh? Yikes!

I-i-it's stuck. Scrappy, help.

[whimpering]

Hang on, Uncle Scooby. I'll pull it off.

[Scooby whimpering]

Ohh!

Scrappy!

(Shaggy) Like, here's my folks' place, gang.

(Scooby) 'Oh, boy. Home sweet home.'

[Maggie screaming]

Mother, father, Wilfred, help!

Maggie, dear, what's wrong?

In my room. I saw it. It was a ghost.

(in unison) A ghost?

N-n-now, Maggie. Calm down.

You're just nervous because we're getting married today.

No, Wilfred. I tell you, I saw a ghost.

And it looked just like McBaggy Rogers.

[gulping] Like, that's impossible.

McBaggy Rogers has been dead for centuries.

Most ghosts are dead, pop.

[chuckling]

Yeah, she has a point, dear.

(Shaggy) Hello! Anybody home?

(female #1) 'Oh, good. Your brother and his friends are here.'

Now, let's have no more silly talk of ghosts.

But, mom..

The wedding is off.

[woman laughing]

Like, it's Shaggy.

Hi, mom. Hi, pop.

Like, when do we eat?

We're glad to see you, son.

[laughing] It looks like someone's glad to see you, Scooby.

Huh?

- Scooby Doo, is that you? - He's come home.

Momsy-Doo. Dada-Doo.

My baby is back.

Uh-oh. Yikes!

thud

Welcome home, son.

We missed you so.

Momsy, please.

Shaggy, I'm really glad you and Daphne came.

There's something really strange going on around here.

[instrumental music]

Oh, that's just my Uncle Scooby and his parents.

No, no, no, not them.

Something stranger.

I saw a ghost.

A ghost?

thud

What ghost?

Now, Maggie, you're just, like

nervous about your wedding.

Don't worry, honey. There are no ghosts.

[howling]

- Oh, no! - Oh, no!

[both screaming]

Yikes.

The rost.

Hey, that's no ghost.

It's just a sheet hooked on a wire.

(in unison) Huh?

[man laughing]

Like, some joke, huh?

(Maggie) 'Uncle Gaggy.'

What are you nuts doin' up there, lookin' for squirrels?

Or are you squirrels looking for nuts?

Get it? Squirrels? Nuts?

[chuckling]

[laughing]

Uncle Gaggy, you crazy practical joker, you.

[laughing]

[snapping]

(all) Whoa!

(all) Whoa!

thud

[laughing]

And if you thought that was funny

just look who else is here.

[whistling]

Boo! Whoopsy!

Whoopsy-Doo.

Cousin Scooby.

[screaming]

Whoopsy-Doo!

That's my cousin. Hee-hee-hee.

Now, come inside, everyone.

'Like, we'll show you Maggie's wedding ring.'

And, Gaggy, like, no more joking about ghosts.

Like, I'm not joking at all.

- Ooh! - Ooh, wow!

What a gorgeous wedding ring.

It's been in our family for centuries.

And look at all the neat wedding gifts, Uncle Scooby.

Yeah, lots of them.

- Let's take a peek. - Scrappy, no!

Uh-oh!

Yikes!

(Scrappy) Uncle Scooby, where are we?

And, like, the wedding ring first belonged

to our pilgrim ancestor, McBaggy Rogers.

Zoinkers! He's the ghost I saw.

But there aren't any ghosts, honey.

(Scooby) Yeow!

No? Then, like, what's that?

(Scooby) Yikes! Ohh!

- Yipes! - Yipes!

(all) A ghost!

[instrumental music]

crack

[shuddering]

[whimpering]

(Scooby) Yeow!

Here's your ghost.

Like, Scooby, Scrappy.

Sorry.

Now, like, everyone, calm down

and go get dressed for the wedding.

Oh, and, Shaggy, you're the best man.

Here, hold on to the ring until the ceremony.

Like, sure thing, pop.

I want my ring.

Oh, boy, like I never knew these tuxedos

were so tricky to put on.

Yeah. Rextra ricky.

Gee, I didn't have any trouble.

Yikes!

boing

Well, maybe a little.

Whatcha readin', Daphne?

It's the History of Plymouth by Jonas Potter.

'I found it on the shelf.'

'It says that McBaggy Rogers came to America'

'on the Mayflower with his dog, Yanky-Doodle-Doo.'

[Scooby grunting]

(Scooby) 'Yikes.'

(Shaggy) 'Whoa!'

(Scooby) 'Yikes!'

(Shaggy) 'Yike!'

Oops! There goes the ring.

- 'It rolled under the door.' - Got it, Raggy.

Like, thank you, Mr. Ghost.

Mr. Ghost?

[growling]

McBaggy Rogers!

Yike! Run, Scoob.

Help!

[grunting]

(Shaggy) Whoa!

thud

The wedding is off.

Now, give me back my ring.

Yipes!

[chuckles]

Zoinks! Like, run for it, Scoob.

(Scooby) Ohh!

[snarling]

Go get him, Uncle Scooby.

(Scooby) Oh, no!

[clucking]

A ghost!

- Yikes! - Yikes!

Scooby, what's the meaning of this?

Ask him.

[growling]

Yike! Yike!

[instrumental music]

(in unison) The ghost.

- 'Yikes!' - 'Yikes!'

(all) Run!

- Whoa! - Whoa!

[growling]

Get ready, Scrappy.

That ghosty won't escape my Scrappy trap.

- Whoa! - Whoa!

Pull, Scrappy. Now!

(male #1) 'What? Hey, let me out of here.'

Yay! We caught him.

We caught that ghosty, Uncle Scooby.

We did?

I'm not so sure, Scrappy.

Why, I never..

This is an outrage.

- Hey, who are you? - Me?

Why, I am Judge Jonas Potter. The Justice of the Peace.

I'm here to officiate this wedding.

I stepped on to the porch and, "Wham," I got trapped.

We're, like, real sorry, Judge Potter.

Well, I should hope so.

Jonas Potter.

Mmm. Where have I heard that name before?

Like, let's get outta here, Scoob

before that ghost traps us.

[whimpering] Right, Shaggy.

[bell ringing] Uh-oh.

Lunch, everyone.

Like, come and get it.

And then again, like, so let's, Scoob?

Yeah, let's eat.

I just remembered where I heard your name before, judge.

Oh, and where's that?

You're the same Jonas Potter who wrote

the History of Plymouth, aren't you?

Why, yes. You see, I'm the town historian as well as the judge.

Then you must know all about McBaggy Rogers.

Oh, of course.

There are many legends of McBaggy.

In fact, they say he built a secret chamber

beneath this very house.

A secret chamber?

Neato!

Very interesting.

Looks good enough to eat, eh, Scoob?

- I'll say, yummy. - Hey!

(in unison) You're excused, son.

Come on, you guys. We've got a mystery to solve.

But, like, where are we going, Daphne?

To the cellar, to get to the bottom of this ghost hoax.

[door closes]

Uh-oh!

Zoinks! Like, what gives?

- Somebody locked us in. - Oh, no!

Now, who would have done a creepy thing like that?

[ghost growling]

[howling]

You had to ask.

[Shaggy whimpering]

[whimpering]

Yikes!

[theme music]

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