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* We've got it all together for a brand new show *

* 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 for Scooby-Doo *

[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]