All language subtitles for Scooby-Doo and Scrappy-Doo S06E17 (1979a) A Night Louse at the White House (1) (1080p Dvdrip AI upscale x265 10bit AC3 1.0 - Frys) [TAoE]_track4_[eng]-en

SCOOBY:
Heh, heh. Huh?

SCRAPPY: Hey, Uncle Scooby, coming up next,
we've got lots of fun.

SCOOBY:
Yeah, fun.

SCRAPPY: And excitement
SCOOBY: Oh, boy.

SCRAPPY: And danger.
SCOOBY: Oh, no.

[SCRAPPY TOOTING FAN FARE]

SCRAPPY:
Stay tuned.

[CHATTERING]

Gee, Velma, it sure was swell of you
to get us tickets to this banquet.

I'll say, I've always wanted to come
to the White House.

-Yeah, the fund's great.
-De|icinus.

Ms. Dinkly, we'd like to get an interview.

With me? Jinkies. Sure.

Good evening. This is Jessica Byline,
at the White House.

We're talking with Velma Dinkly,
an assistant research scientist with NASA...

-...and, uh, friends.
-Hi, Mom.

Ms. Dinkly, what can you tell us
about NASA's new space station?

Not very much, I'm afraid.

The actual plans are kept in
the top-secret computer that only the president...

-...and key officials have access to.
-Booga-booga-booga.

[SCOOBY MAKING NOISES AND LAUGHS]

-Cool it, guys.
SCOOBY: Aw, shucks.

We're now with the ambassador
of Klopstokia and his wife.

Ambassador, what do you think
of the new space station?

-Wonderfu|, wonderful, Jessica.
-I like especially the pastry and tea.

-You want?
-Oh, boy, pastry.

SCOOBY:
Yes. Thank you very much.

And thank you. Oh, I think.

Ah. And here's Senator Bullhorn.

Senator, haven't you been a major
opponent of the space station?

That's right, I say, that's right.

Why, this whole space deal's
a boondoggle.

You tell, I say, you tell them, honey.

Why, we can put a man on the moon,
but we can't keep food on the table.

SCOOBY:
Exactly.

-Huh? I say, huh?
SCOOBY: Ooh. What's this?

Yummy.

[CHATTERING]

MAN 1: Ladies and gentlemen,
the president of the United States.

Tonight, I am happy to announce
NASA's new space station...

-...and, as president, I am happy to--
GHOST: Boo!

I've come to reclaim my home.

The ghost of George Washington.

[CROWD CLAMORING]

MAN 2: Run for your lives!
-Like, excellent idea.

Come on, Scoob. Scooby?

Oh, boy. What a meal.

SHAGGY: Scooby-Doo, where are you?
-I'm coming, Shaggy.

[GROWLING]

BOTH:
Unh!

Excuse me. Yikes!

Ah! Come back here.

SHAGGY: Scooby! Run for it!
-I'm running. I'm running.

[GHOST GROWLING
AND SCOOBY WHIMPERING]

Oh, no.

SHAGGY: Yikes!
SCOOBY: Ah!

Hey, Daphne.
Look what Uncle Scooby found.

It's some kind of brass eagle.

Hm. This looks like a clue.

Hold it a minute, Scoob.
Like, I think I've got an idea.

-Idea?
-Yeah, follow me.

SCOOBY: The red coats are coming.
The red coats are coming.

There you are, General Washington, sir.

You should have seen it.
It was terrible. British everywhere.

-The rocket's red glare.
-The bombs bursting in air.

[SINGING] Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there

You've gotta save us, general.
Here. Take this.

And remember, don't fire
till you see the whites of their eyes.

[GHOST POUNDING ON DOOR
AND GROWLING]

SCOOBY:
Yikes!

SCRAPPY:
This ought to stop that old ghostie.

[GHOST GROWLING]

SCRAPPY:
Got him.

There's the culprit.
So you thought you could get away with it, eh?

-I did?
-Unc|e Scooby.

Does the accused have anything
to say to the viewers?

Yes. I want my mumsy.

MUMSY:
Yikes!

Look, dear. It's our son. Scooby.

DADA:
What's he doing on TV?

-He's under arrest.
-We'd better help him.

Hurry up and pack.

Scooby's knee-deep in trouble.

Then he'II need his galoshes.

Mr. President, the Secret Service men
are here with those kids and the dog.

PRESIDENT: Send them in.
-Like, please, Mr. President.

We didn't do anything.
Please don't put us in jail.

Please. We beg of you.

Hold on. I know you didn't do it.

Please, please don't-- Huh?

-You do?
-Yes. And we'll let you go...

...if you help us catch the real ghost.

-Oh, no.
-Anything but that, sir.

Put us in jail.
Throw away the key, please.

Hold it, guys.

Is that any way
for red-blooded Americans to talk?

-Think of our country.
-Think of your flag.

-Think of our blood pressure.
SCOOBY: Uh....

-We'll catch that ghostie. Mr. President.
-Glad to have your help.

My assistant, Marilyn Maxie,
will show you out.

Yes, Mr. President. Right this way, folks.

[SCOOBY WHIMPERING]

Here's a map of the White House
and the keys to all the rooms.

Good. We'll need them
for our investigation.

Like, Iet's investigate a way out of here.

SHAGGY & SCOOBY:
Yikes!

[THUMP]

What, I say, what in tarnation?

Senator Bullhorn, what are you doing up?
It's almost midnight.

Iwas, uh-- I say, Iwasjust collecting
a little reading material.

This is NASA's report
on the space station.

That's right. The president asked me
to peruse it, I say, peruse.

But you're against the space station.

I believe he was hoping I might change
my mind, which isn't very likely.

Now, good night. I say, good night.

And watch where you're going next time.

-He sure was acting strange.
-Yeah.

-I'II bet he's behind all this ghostie stuff.
-Let's stick with the clues, Scrappy.

Like this brass eagle.
Where did you get it, Scooby?

From the ghost, I think.

Say, that comes from a bedpost
in one of our three guest rooms.

Then we'd better find out
which bedroom is missing the eagle.

DAPHNE: It's not much to go on,
but it's all we've got.

We've got to help Scooby.

What does it say in the paper, Dada?

Sixty percent chance of rain, Mumsy.

Then I'm so glad
I brought Scooby's galoshes.

Goodness only knows
what they're making him wear.

Now to see if that eagle bed knob
comes from the bed in this room.

MAN:
Who is it?

SHAGGY: Cleaning ladies.
SCOOBY: Cleaning ladies.

At atime of night like this is?

What's the meaning here?
We were sound asleep, you know.

One can never sleep
in the battle against dust, sir.

-Well, this bed is clean.
-Of course it is.

Now let us go back to sleep, ma'am.

Just one question.
Do you always sleep with your shoes on?

Uh, with my shoes-- Uh-- Uh--
Yes, it's an old Klopstokian custom.

-Right, snookums?
-Yeah. See.

You would like, maybe, some cup of tea?
It's another old Klopstokian custom.

No, Iambkins.
No tea. They go. We sleep now.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Who, I say, who is it?

SCRAPPY: Pest control.
VELMA: Pest control.

Huh?

MRS. BULLHORN:
Eek! I say, eek!

I say, what in thunder's
the meaning of all this?

VELMA: We're here to check your brass bed
for termites.

-But, I say, termites don't eat brass.
-Yeah, but these are mean termites.

-This bed is pest-free.
-Of course it is.

-Now, you all let us sleep.
-Wait a minute...

...do you always wear your boots
to bed?

BULLHORN: Why, yes, it's an old,
I say, old family custom.

That's right.
We all like to square dance in our sleep.

A Iiker story.

Now you pests get on out of here.
I say, get on out of here. Now, shoo.

DAPHNE:
One more room to check.

Yikes!

[SCOOBY WHIMPERING]

Shaggy, look.

SHAGGY:
Like, what is it, Scoob?

The painting. It's alive.

SCOOBY: Yikes!
SHAGGY: Zoinks!

Daphne, we saw it.
A hand. It was after us.

It had fingers and everything.

Yeah, it was awful.

Settle down, guys. We've got to check
the bed knobs in Marilyn Maxie's room.

It used to be President Grant's room.

[GROWLING]

Grant's room?
You mean more like Grant's tomb.

ALL:
Yikes!

SCOOBY:
Ah!

DAPHNE: The ghost of Teddy Roosevelt.
-Charge!

SHAGGY:
Retreat!

BOTH:
Phew.

Yeah, phew.

Like, how many ghosts are there
in this place?

I don't know, but someone's trying
awfully hard to scare us out of here.

Shaggy. Daphne. Look.

DAPHNE: Somebody's cut the eyes
out of this painting.

And how about this bedpost.
There's a brass eagle missing.

-Let's see if it fits. Voila.
-It fits.

[ALL SCREAM]

[ALL GRUNT]

-It's some kind of secret chamber.
SHAGGY: More commonly known as a trap.

I'll bet there's something down here
that those ghosts are after.

Yeah, us. And they'll probably
be here any minute.

[WHIMPERING]

-Like, would you believe any second?
SCOOBY: Oh, no!

[ALL SCREAM]