Original subtitles

NARRATOR: We now continue with Scnnby and Scrappy-Don.

[ENGINE ROARING AND TIRES SQUEALING]

Blast. He's getting away with the fuel formula.

Aha! So long, Z-Team. You'll never catch me new.

Oh, no. It's Mr. BLT.

[TIRES SQU EAL]

[CRASH]

Yikes! I give up. Just let me down!

I pity the spy that messes with me.

Wow! That Mr. BLT. and the Z-Team sure are tough.

But not half as tough as you are, right, Mr. Doo?

Yeah. That's me, Mr. Doo.

[GIGGLING]

[YELLS]

Oh, boy. Mr. Doo, like, if you don't mind, I'm trying to navigate.

Navigate? Where?

To the Bee In Your Bonnet Honey Farm in Honeydale, remember?

Yeah, Nathan Stinger wants us to investigate those renegade bees.

I pity the bee that messes with me.

Oh, boy. Uncle Scooby'll splat those giant killer bees.

SCOOBY: Giant killer bees? Oh, no.

[LAUGHS]

Looks like old Scoob has this case wrapped up.

Naturally, Shaggy.

Because he's Mr. Doo and we're the Bee Team.

We are? Oh, no!

DAPHNE: Yoo-hoo! Anybody here?

Yup. Yup. Har, har, har, har. I'm coming.

Hi, folks. Har, har, har!

Welcome to Harley's Gas Station. Har, har, har.

And you must be Harley.

-How'd you guess? SHAGGY: Like, she's psychic.

Say, Harley, can you tell us how to get to the Bee in your Bonnet Honey Farm?

What? No! That's the last place you'd wanna go.

There's bees up there. Big giant bees.

-We know that. -Yeah.

Like, this town's all abuzz about them.

Abuzz?

[LAUGHS]

That's a good one.

It's two miles down the road. Ha, ha, ha.

But watch out. Them bees is ornery.

[LAUGHING]

It wasn't that funny.

DAPHNE: Are there any clues, Mr. Stinger?

STINGER: Not one.

Why, those giant bees are destroying my entire operation.

And just look what they've done to my hives.

Ruined. I'll never get any honey out of those.

Then, like, how about us trying to get some honey out of these, Scoob?

Mmm! Slurp!

Yeah, I love honey.

Zoinks! Scooby. Bees.

SCOOBY: Yikes!

[BOTH YELLING]

SHAGGY: Like, quick. In here.

[SCOOBY WHIMPERING]

SHAGGY: Like, do you feel a breeze, Scoob?

SCOOBY: U h-oh!

BOTH: Help!

[BOTH YELLING]

SHAGGY: Run for your lives! Killer bees!

These aren't the killer bees.

-Huh? They're not? -No, those are.

[BUZZING]

Zoinks! Like, now run for your lives!

-Like, are they gone yet? -I'm afraid not.

BOTH: Yikes!

[BOTH WHIMPERING]

Don't mess with Mr. Doo, you bad old bee.

Oh, yeah. Mr. Doo.

Huh? Oh, no!

Quick, in here.

There they go, stealing my hives again.

Come on, guys.

We've gotta follow the bees and see what they're doing.

SCRAPPY: Those big ugly buzzers...

...must be around here somewhere.

SHAGGY: Then, like, what're we doing here?

There they are. On the radar screen.

[RADAR BEEPING]

SCOOBY: Huh? -Hey, like, the bees disappeared.

Where could they have gone?

I think I found them, Daphne.

Zoinks! More like they found us!

[ALL YELLING]

[TIRES POPPING]

Oh, no, they flattened all four tires.

Four great reasons to leave here immediately.

Yeah, immediately.

Howdy. I'm Sheriff Parker, the law around these parts.

-You young ones need a hand? -Yeah.

Those creepy killer bees wrecked our tires.

Them bees again.

Those pesky critters. They took off with my squad car yesterday.

And, I mean, took off.

And we saw them attack the honey farm.

Well, I've got my doubts about that honey farm, honey.

I was out there yesterday checking out this stuff they're making.

DAPHNE: You mean the honey?

SHERIFF: Anything that tastes...

...that terrible on my flapjacks ain't honey, honey...

...but it sure makes my chopper run like the wind.

-You're putting it in your gas tank? -Sure thing, kids.

Now hop aboard. We'll go see about getting that van fixed.

[ENGINE REWING]

[ALL YELLING]

Hey, Harley, you laughing fool. Come out.

[LAUGHING]

What's up, sheriff? Ha, ha, ha!

-Them kids need some flats fixed? -That's right. All four tires.

No trouble. Ha, ha, ha. I'll take my pickup and buzz right over.

Get it? Buzz over? Ha, ha, ha!

-Oh, boy. -Thanks, Harley.

Now, kids, let's go check out that honey farm.

We're off!

In here's where I found that crazy high-octane honey.

DAPHNE: Hm....

This doesn't look like honey-making equipment.

SHERIFF: It isn't, from what I hear tell.

Hey, is this more of that funny honey, Wanda?

Yuck! That's the same stuff, all right.

Yikes! Watch out for that puddle, Scoob.

Look. The label says, "Danger."

[SCOOBY YELLING]

DAPHNE: Experimental rocket fuel.

Rocket fuel?

[SCOOBY YELLING]

[CRASH]

Oh, boy. What a trip.

[LAUGHING]

That proves it, sheriff.

This place is a cover-up for a secret rocket fuel factory.

No doubt about it. I'll go call the state police.

You kids mind your own beeswax till I get back.

Like, great idea. But let's mind it someplace else, like Italy.

Yeah, Rome. Let's get out of here.

Hold it right there.

-Yipes! Too late. -It'sjust us, Mr. Stinger.

Oh, you kids are back. What did you find out?

Well, for one thing, we found out your honey business is a fake.

Yeah. What's all this rocket fuel doing here?

Uh.... I can explain that.

[BUZZING]

Zoinks! The bees are back!

[YELLING]

[BOTH YELLING]

Watch out, Shaggy.

Let's find out who these guys are.

-Just as I thought. Bee suits. -And jet-powered backpacks.

So that's how they fly.

Like, speaking of flying, look.

Help! Put me down, you big mutant.

SHAGGY: Like, they've got the rocket fuel and Mr. Stinger.

In that case, there's only one thing to do.

Yeah. This looks like ajob for Mr. Doo and the Bee Team.

Oh, no.

[BOTH YELLING]

How do you stop these things?

Whoa!

Bye-bye, bee.

[SCOOBY GIGGLING]

Uh-oh!

-Help! -Help!

[GIBBERING]

[MOTOR QUITS]

Oh, no.

[CRASH]

[BEES PLAYING CHARGE]

Amazing.

[BEES YELLING]

Stop right where you are, fellas.

-Hooray! Mr. Doo did it again. -I did? Ha, ha, naturally.

Thanks for rescuing the rocket fuel, kids. And my bosses at NASA thank you as well.

You work for NASA? Wowee!

Then what's that make these here critters?

Spies, sheriff, and their leader is Harley Finster.

[GUFFAWING]

[FOREIGN ACCENT] You pesky kids.

You sabotaged my mission.

My government will not be pleased.

We thought there was something suspicious about Harley...

-...when we stopped by his station. -Yeah.

He was working on one of these jet packs with this foreign spy-type emblem on it.

And besides, Harley knew about our flat tires before we told him.

Yeah, because he was there when they were flattened.

Of course. Huh?

By cracky, that's fine detective work.

You kids deserve a real pat on the back.

Oof!

[RUMBLING]

Oh, no. Not again!

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

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