All language subtitles for The Scooby-Doo Show (1976) - S01E16 - The Spirits of 76 (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Ghost)_track3_[eng]

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* Scooby-Doo is here again,
away we go! *

[Shaggy] * While Scooby-Doo is
running from a spooky ghost *

* Shaggy is doing
what he does the most *

* C'mon get involved
until the mystery is solved *

[Shaggy] * Hang around
for Scooby-Doo *

* C'mon get involved
until the mystery is solved *

[Shaggy] * Hang around
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[Shaggy] That's my pal!

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

[Fred] Just our luck.

We come all the way to
Washington

for the bicentennial
celebration

and all we see is
rain, rain, rain.

And thunder, thunder,
thunder.

[lighting]

And lightning, lightning,
lightning.

Oo wee, what a shocking
development.

Shocking development.

[laughter]

I was hoping we'd get to visit
the Lincoln Memorial today.

You'd need Noah's Arc to visit
the Lincoln Memorial

on a day like this.

I think I just got a brainstorm
in a thunderstorm.

Why not spend the rest of the
day indoors.

We could visit the most fabulous
museum in the world:

The Smithsonian Institute.

Hey, that's a great idea.

We'd get to see Johh Glenn's
space capsule

and the Wright
Brothers' biplane.

And all those antique trains and
cars.

Three cheers for Shaggy.

For once he had an idea that had
nothing to do with food.

On second thought it might be a
better idea

if we spent the afternoon inside
a nice, warm hamburger joint.

Hamburgers.

Uh huh.

Forget it Shag. Let's get
inside.

[thunder and lightning]

Wow and double wow.

The Wright brothers' airplane,

and Lindberg's Spirit of St
Louis.

This place really has
everything...

...except people.

That's strange. All these
fantastic exhibits

and not a
single visitor.

[footsteps]

You kids just come in?

Right out of the rain.

[guard] Might be wiser to be wet
than sorry.

Sorry?

Sorry?

Folks what come in these days

usually wish they hadn't.

They do? Why?

Ghosts.

Ghosts?

Roamin' the halls.

Creepin' and
a crawlin' everywhere.

And a scarifyin' folks away.

Tourists avoid this place like
the plague.

Plague?

I just got my second brainstorm
in a thunderstorm.

Why don't we rent Noah's Arc and
visit the Lincoln Memorial?

What kind of ghosts?

No time to gab, gotta make my
rounds.

You gonna look about, look fast.

You're the only visitors inside,
and it's almost closing time.

I wonder why a guard inside
would have squeaky wet shoes.

Beats me, but I think we've
walked into a real mystery.

We have about an hour to look
around.

So keep your eyes open
for anything suspicious.

Look there's something
suspicious.

That grumpy old guard was wrong.

We're not the only tourists in
here.

[Velma] Oh, Shaggy, that's a
tableau of

traitors of American History.

With wax dummies of Benedict
Arnold, William Dumont,

and Major Andre.

Wax dummy tourists.

I think maybe you could use a
pair of glasses, Shaggy.

Wow. They're made so real.

They look real.

They even feel real.

Huh?

Phew. For a minute I thought his
nose twitched.

[sniffing]

[whimpering]

Hey, that's the biggest steam
locomotive I've ever seen.

Iron horse number 70,

used before the invention of the
diesel engine

to pull transcontinental trains
over the Rocky Mountains

from Green River, Utah to...

Look. This sign says, "Push
button to operate."

[Daphne] Boy this is
really some museum.

You can actually operate the
exhibits.

[shrieks]

What in the world was that other
noise.

I think this old steam engine
could use a steam cleaning.

I can't stand this racket. Let's
get out of here.

Hey, have any of you noticed
something missing...

...like maybe Scooby?

Oh. He's nowhere in sight.

Come on. We have to find him

before they close this place for
the night.

Help. Help. Help.

Help. Help.

A big loveable hound dog
with sad eyes,

an infectious smile, friendly
face, skinny tail?

And a tremendous appetite.

Hm, well that sounds like a fine
pooch.

But I haven't seen him
anywhere.

I hope you kids find him but you
better hurry.

It's only a couple of minutes
'til closing time.

[Fred] All right. Let's split up
and start searching.

We'll meet back at the big
locomotive.

Hey this is serious. I can't
find Scooby anywhere.

Me neither. I even checked the
dinosaur exhibit,

You know how he feels about
bones.

I wish that old train would shut
up already.

I can't hear myself think.

Maybe if I jiggle this operating
button...

[Scooby] Help. Help.

Did you hear that?

I'd recognize that relp
anywhere.

[Scooby whines]

It's Scooby.

And that weak, pathetic relp

is coming from under this big
massive locomotive.

Look, there is an open trap door
under the train.

[Daphne] Scooby must be down
there.

Hurry, there's still time to get
him out before they close up.

[yelping]

Don't move, Scoob. We'll have
you out in a jiffy.

Don't move.

Don't move?

All rounds completed. The
museum's empty as usual.

I guess those nice kids found
their dog and left.

Ah. Who'd want to stay in this
creepy castle.

Quit jabbering and set the time
lock.

[Daphne] That sure is a crazy
looking contraption.

[Fred] I wonder what it is.

"Replica of Eli Whitney's cotton
gin.

Invented in 1793, the cotton gin
made America the largest cotton
producer in the world."

Cotton gin?

For once Scooby is right.

That "rotten gin" gave him a
rotten time.

[laughs]

Hurry let's get out of here
before the museum closes

and we're locked in for the
night.

Um Look.

He means: Um, look.

[Daphne] It's Benedict Arnold,
William Dumont and Major Andre.

[Scooby] Arnold, Dumont, Andre?

In red underwear?

They sure do look silly without
their uniforms.

You tell them to get dressed,
there are ladies in the room.

Stop being silly. They must be
spares

for those dummies
upstairs.

[shrill laughter]

Look, it's Benedict Arnold.

You mean the ghost of Benedict
Arnold.

He sure got dressed in a hurry.

[laughter]

He's locked us in.

[laughter continues]

[Daphne] Freddie was right.

What do you mean, right?

That's positively the ghost of
Benedict Arnold.

Ghost.

How can you be sure?

The real Benedict Arnold was a
traitor

who was going to surrender West
Pointe to the redcoats in 1780.

[Fred] Daphne's right. He's been
dead for almost 200 years.

[Shaggy] 200 years?

That guard was right. I think
this place is haunted.

Well, start thinking about how
we're gonna get out of this
cold, dark dungeon.

This place has more corridors
than an octopus has tentacles.

Now if we knew an octopus, he
could tell us which way is out.

I know. Let's split up and start
searching.

Good idea.

Look. Wet footprints.

[Daphne] Just like that grumpy
old guard made

in the main exhibit hall.

Let's follow them.
Maybe they'll lead us

to a way out of this place.

Hey, those wet footprints dead
end at the dead end.

That's strange. They seem to go
right under the wall.

If you think that's strange,

look what's coming down the
corridor.

It's the ghost of Benedict
Arnold and Major Andre.

Let's get out of here.

[electronic noises]

[slurping]

Come on, Scoob. There's a time
and place for eating.

Which is all the time, and
anyplace.

But not now and not here.

Sorry.

No,don't take that.

[crashing]

Oh, what a bump.

Yipe.

[laughter]

This is no time for laughing,
Scoob.

You ruined a perfectly
good dinosaur.

[laughter]

Yikes. It's the ghost of
William Dumont.

[ghoulish moaning]

I think we lost him, Scoob.

Yeah.

Psst.

Look.

Yipe.

[ghost laughs]

How many times have I told you
never to pick up hitchhikers.

Speed it up, Scoob, we've got to
get away from him.

Look. It's Shaggy and Scooby.

And the ghost of William Dumont.

[Shaggy] We did it, Scoob.
Look at em go.

We struck 'em all out with a
triple play.

[Scooby] Yeah, triple play.

[ghost laughter]

That should keep him out of our
hair for a while.

Oh look, there's that friendly
guard, Mr Clive.

Hey, the museum's closed. What
are you kids doing inside.

Well, it's like this. We were
tangled in a cotton gin...

Right.

...buried under dinosaur
bones...

Right, right.

...racing on bicycles...

Right and right.

...chased by the "Spirits of 76"
and...

Right, right, right, right.

What he means is we were chased

by ghosts of Benedict Arnold,

William Dumont and Major Andre.

What I mean is I've had enough
of those Colonial creeps.

As far as I'm concerned it's
goodbye Bicentennial.

Which way is out?

There is no way out.

The doors
are all locked by time locks.

They can't be opened until noon
tomorrow.

Noon?

Noon?

That's exactly 16 hours

23 minutes and 59 seconds
from now.

Daylight stomach time.

Oh, Scooby and I haven't had
dinner yet.

Yipe. This place is rumbling
louder than my empty stomach.

Dag blast it. That loud mouthed
train is going berserk again.

Well, the engineer should be
along any minute.

You. What are you brats doing in
here after closing time?

It wasn't our fault.

We had a clash with a couple of
Colonial creeps.

Crummy, miserable museum.

Gone to pot, that's where it's
gone. To pot.

He sure is a grumpy old
character.

Old Grumper's new on the job.

Kind of bitter since they
switched him from the day shift

at the White House to working
nights here at the museum.

I don't blame him. That racket's
enough to drive anyone grumpy.

[Daphne] Can't you shut it off?

The only one who knows how to
work it is the engineer.

Trouble is, every time he fixes
it,

it seems to start right up
again.

Hey, it stopped.

Uh, oh. Where's Scooby?

Look.

[Fred] Oh my gosh, it's a
grizzly bear.

[Daphne] And Scooby's gone.

I hope that grizzly bear isn't
groaning

from a severe case of
in-dog-gestion.

Stop being silly. This is a
museum, not a zoo.

I've got sneaky suspicion that's
Scooby under a bear skin.

Yeah, well you sneak over and
find out,

while I hold back and
watch you.

[bear roars]

Stay back. Stay back, do you
hear?

Stay back or I'll...

Wait.

See, it's nothing but our dog.

Who are you?

Willett, city engineer.

I just finished fixing this
screwball locomotive

when this bear...

...I mean dog, scared me half
out of...

Oh yeah, well if the museum's
locked with time locks,

how'd you get in?

Didn't have to.

With this local locomotive going
loco 40 times a night,

I've been sleeping in.

That is if you can call it sleep

with this mechanical monster
waking me every hour.

[yawns]

Look. He has wet feet just like
grumpy old Grumper.

And he said he was sleeping
inside.

Something tells me that Grumpy
Old Grumper

and Mr. Willett may be behind
whatever's going on here.

And those soggy footprints may
be the clue to whatever it is.

Right, I think we'd better have
a closer look down in the
basement.

What should we look for?

[machine starts]

Zoinks. It just starts
like from nowhere.

There goes that local locomotive
again.

Hey, the cotton gin stopped.

And so did the locomotive
upstairs.

There they go again.

It's as if they were both run by
the same motor

and yet there's
nothing connecting them.

That's strange. Every time the
cotton gin starts,

the train roars.

And every time it stops, the
train stops.

Look. That's funny.

Every part of this cotton gin
looks 100 years old,

except those shiny new gears at
the top.

[Fred] And those brand new belts
and pulleys

that run down the
corridor.

Look.

[Shaggy] Zoinks. More of those
soggy shoe prints.

The belts and the footprints
both lead

to that dead end wall
we saw before.

And just like before, the
footprints seem to go

right under the wall.

And the cables go right through
it.

[sniffing]

Hm.

What happened?

The whole wall swung around.

[Fred] But how? What made it go?

Watch.

[Scooby] Scooby doo.

Yikes. Stop already, I'm getting
propeller-sick.

Oh. I feel like my empty stomach
is in my empty head.

Oh, me and my big mouth.

Yeah, you and your big mouth.

Hey, we're in some old abandoned
storm drain.

So this is where all those wet
footprints came from.

Come on, let's follow those
bells.

It's cold.

Come on, Scoob,we can't wait.

OK.

Whoever said dog is man's best
friend?

Look. those belts run from the
cotton gin

to this big drilling
machine.

And someone's drilled a hole
right through that

four foot
thick concrete wall.

I wonder what's inside these
big, bulging, burlap bags.

Zoinks.

Brand new hundred dollar bills.

Hundred dollar bills?

Thousands of them

Something sure is fishy in the
storm drain.

Let's see what's on the other
side of this wall.

[Daphne] Printing presses.
Dozens of huge printing presses.

Counterfeiters.

Those Spirits of '76

must be counterfeiting

those new
hundred dollar bills.

Counterfeiters my foot.

The only printing presses in the
world this big

are in the United States Bureau
of Printing and Engraving.

Where the government prints
money.

The U.S. Mint.

We passed it driving up to the
museum.

It's only a few blocks away.

And we walked a few blocks
through that storm drain.

Yipe. I think I hear a familiar
sound that I wish I didn't think
I heard.

Shh. Someone is coming. Quick,
duck behind this press.

[footsteps]

[Scooby whimpering]

[ghosts roaring]

[Shaggy] Yipe. The glo-coats
are coming.

[ghosts roaring]

Jinkies. I hope this thing
doesn't run out of gas.

[Fred] You mean steam.

Yipe. They're gaining on us,
Scoob.

Faster. Faster.

[ghosts howling]

Look out. Bunker Hill dead
ahead.

[Fred] Oh my gosh. They forgot
to put brakes on this jalopy.

[Scooby yelps]

Yipe. Someone's shooting
whole cannons at us.

Hold tight, Scoob.

[Scooby howls]

The steering's gone.

Yipe and double yipe.

I thought they all caught
fireworks.

[ghosts roaring]

Yipe. Yipe, yipe and triple
yipe.

General Washington, I hope you
don't mind

if I borrow one of
your ice cubes.

[laughing] This slippery ice
ought to put em into a super
skid.

Glass ice. I muffed it again.

We ran our of gas.

I mean steam.

As Shaggy would say: Yipe.

Look.

Oop and double Oops.

Oh my gosh. Scooby's flying

and he doesn't even have a
pilot's license.

Scooby dooby doo,

[Fred] Look.

He flew the Wright brothers'
plane

just like he was Orville
himself.

Three cheers for Scooby the
Brown Baron.

Congratulations, Scooby, you did
it again.

Scooby dooby did!

Yeah, good old Scoob was at the
right plane at the right time.

[laughs]

Get it Wright, right?

Right.

[laughter]

All right already, we get it.

So now let's get those creep
Colonial disguises off

and see who those creeps are.

I was sure that was gonna be
Grumpy Old Grumper.

It's Mr. Willett the City
Engineer.

OK, Grumpy Old Grumper, the
jig's up.

It's Mr. Klein.

You kids did a terrific job.

Wow, a real government agent.

And you were watching this gang
all the time.

We figured they ditched the real
wax dummies in the basement,

and put on their clothes.

Then they posed in this tableau
as wax dummies.

When the honest guards made
their rounds,

they thought the
museum was empty and locked up.

And that enabled them to stay
inside all night

and work the drill into the
Mint.

They put phosphorescent powder
on their clothes

and haunted the
museum to keep people away.

I get it.

That way they could work day and
night

drilling through this
thick concrete wall to the Mint.

Right. Mr. Willet rigged the
cotton gin to power the drill.

And he souped up the soundtrack
of the locomotive

to cover up
the cotton gin's noise.

Mr. Willett confessed to us that
he stumbled on the old plans

of the abandoned storm drain
running to the Mint

in some dusty old files.

And devised a scheme to strip
good old Uncle Sam

of a couple of of his freshly
printed greenbacks.

I still don't understand why Mr.
Grumper's feet were always wet.

Wet and cold and aching from
lumbago.

But with being soaked from
mopping up all those

dang blasted wet footprints and
puddles those goonies made.

You know what this is Scoob?

Unh uh.

This little delicious
piece of paper

is equal to 200 juicy
hamburgers.

You think maybe a good old Uncle
Sam might let us keep

just one teensy
little old bill, huh?

[laugh] As sort of a souvenir.

Uh uh. Sorry son, but it's
against the law.

Fact is those Spirits of '76
made one big mistake.

They did?
What was that?

That press room they drilled
into

was filled with millions of
dollars

in worthless money.

Worthless?

Worthless?

These bills haven't had

the Treasurer's signature,

the Treasury's seal

or the serial numbers printed on
them yet.

Fact is, without them,

all that money is worth exactly
as much

as the paper it's printed on.

[sniffing] Hm.

Mm. Delicious.

Yeah, 200 hamburgers worth.

[both laugh]