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[eerie music]

rattle rattle

[eerie music]

[instrumental music]

Are you sure

this is New York City?

- Yeah, absolutely, - now, if I'm not mistaken

this here is, uh, Broadway.

- 'What's that street sign say?' - '"Gator avenue."'

Hm. I wonder how far

Gator Avenue is from Broadway.

According to this map,

2,000 miles.

- Well, in that case, - we're going to need

to fill up the tank, ha ha.

[eerie music]

[instrumental music]

Hello? Hello, anybody there?

Hello?

[growls]

- [sighs] - Puddles!

[barking]

Come back!

[growling]

Hmm, hmm.

Oh.

Mm-hmm.

Puddles?

[growling]

[snarling]

[shrieking]

[screaming]

Gator Man!

- Oh, sweetie, there's - there's no such thing as..

[growling]

Gator Man!

Uh-ha-ha

[growling]

[all screaming]

[tires squealing]

Puddles!

[barking]

[growling]

[snarling]

[theme music]

♪ Scooby-Dooby-Doo ♪♪

[thunder rumbling]

[rain falling]

[instrumental music]

[rain falling]

Oh, I am so bored.

- We haven't had a good mystery - in I don't know when!

[snoring]

- [sighs] - Fred, I think I've read

every magazine in your house.

Huh, what's that?

No, don't!

Don't! Huh!

"Traps Illustrated?"

Freddy!

I, uh, I read it

for the articles.

In fact, it's where

I got the idea

for this little beauty.

[instrumental music]

Who do you expect to trap

outside your front door?

[doorbell rings]

[rattling]

[groaning]

Let's find out.

I got a package

for, uh, Fred Jones.

Hey, that's me.

[rattling]

- (male ♪1) - 'Ah! Oh!'

What is it?

[thunder rumbles]

Like, um

I think it's a box.

[thunder rumbles]

[gasps]

It's from Mr. E!

[thunder rumbling]

"Saved this for

a rainy day. Enjoy."

Humph. Mr. E gives me the

creeps.

Fred, careful.

That could be a bomb.

Ooh, strike that. Cute purse.

Check it out!

"100% pure gator,

made in Gatorsburg."

Gatorsburg?

But that's impossible.

Gatorsburg hasn't manufactured

gator products in decades.

- Not since the gator mines - dried up.

Gator mines?

[thunder rumbling]

Gatorsburg was founded

back in the 1800s

- when a group of prospectors - searching for gold

struck something

much more valuable.

Alligator.

(male ♪2)

Yeah! We're all gonna be rich!

[cheering]

Gatorsburg had more alligators

than anywhere in the world.

Overnight, Gatorsburg

became a boomtown.

The town became famous

for it's gator skin products.

[instrumental music]

Then the gator wells ran dry.

Gatorsburg became

a ghost town.

But, like, Freddy

it says it was made

in Gatorsburg.

[sniffs]

Ooh, smells new.

Gang, we have

a mystery on our hands.

Oh, sweet Christmas, finally!

[instrumental music]

[screaming]

- (Shaggy) - 'Oh, boy!'

[tires squealing]

[eerie music]

[instrumental music]

(Velma)

when a civilization is founded'

'This is what happens

on an entirely

gator-based economy.

Alright, gang, let's

split up and look for clues.

What do you say, Shaggy?

Wanna go clue hunting with me?

Velma! Huh!

Come on, not in front of Scoob!

[sniffing]

Huh? I didn't touch it!

Like, dude, how about

we check out Gator Burger?

[slurps]

Sounds delicious!

[growling]

[door creaks]

[gasps]

Like, jackpot, Scooby-Doo, huhu.

Ahh!

[instrumental music]

Ooh? Ooh!

[slurping]

We need to talk.

Velma, like, I would love to

but, like, I can't hear anything

- over the sound - of my own stomach.

It's going, "Like, maybe

give me a triple with cheese

"and chili

and, like, a pickle."

You know what? Forget it.

Velma, wait up!

Like, Velm, what did I do?

Nothing!

You didn't do anything.

So me not doing

anything is the thing

that you're mad about?

Like, why do girls

have to be so confusing?

Let's go, gang,

there's nothing to trap here.

Looks like Mr. E

sent us on a wild goose chase.

Ah, yeah, more like

a wild gator chase!

Ha ha!

[clicking]

Hmm, that's weird.

- Can you tell - what the problem is, Fred?

You see that hole there?

That should be an engine.

[engine revving]

[thunder rumbling]

[instrumental music]

You kids are in

some serious trouble!

- (Shaggy) - 'Hoo, gulp.'

[thunder rumbling]

Care to tell me what

you're doing in Gatorsburg?

Our van broke down.

- Maybe you could - take a look at it.

You look like you've got

the hands for the job.

Hey, what size

is your ring finger?

Why the heck should I help you?

Because you're... a mechanic?

[sighs]

Touché.

Here's your problem.

Engine's missin'.

Uh, I'm gonna have to order

a new one from Crystal Cove.

Seeing as that's

over three miles away

it won't arrive until morning.

- So, like, - you're saying we're stuck

in this super creepy

gator town all night long?

[dialing]

[line ringing]

Hello?

- Hello? - Yes?

- Hey, mom, - we're stuck in Gatorsburg.

- The van broke down.

- Think you can come and get us?

Oh, I wish I could

but tonight's race night.

You know me and horses.

- Venus is in - its third retrograde

which means I'm betting

on Sick Little Monkey to show.

Well, lentil

and mushroom caps, Fred!

I've already got the recliner

in the reclined position.

There's no going back from that.

[slurping]

Oh, sweetie, it's dark out.

I can't go out in the dark!

[phone beeping]

[beep]

(male ♪3)

the Rogers' residence.'

'You have reached

'We're busy right now.'

'Please call back.'

Ohh, wait. Duh.

It's Still Life night.

Guess we're here

for the whole night.

And Scooby-Dooby too.

[clanking]

- Don't suppose you could - recommend a hotel?

My sister Greta

runs the best in town.

'The Drowsy Gator.'

[thunder rumbling]

'Oh, and a word of advice.'

'Don't leave your rooms.'

[engine revving]

[eerie music]

[lights crackling]

Huh?

[thunder rumbles]

- Raggy, Raggy!

- Huh?

[whimpering]

But but but uh oh?

Hmm.

[piano music]

[rings]

[rings]

We ain't got no rooms.

But your sign

in the window says, "Vacancy."

Huh, well, that sign's broken.

But it's a painted sign.

[sighs]

[piano music continues]

Gunther, we got guests!

[slurping]

[instrumental music]

Well!

Hello!

This is my son, Gunther Gator.

I'm Greta Gator.

Your last names are Gator

and you live in Gatorsburg?

What a coincidence!

Yeah, coincidence.

[both chuckling]

Uh, we don't get many guests

here at The Drowsy Gator.

Shocker!

[instrumental music]

Like, are those claw marks?

I don't see any marks.

[door creaks]

I got a few hotel rules.

Rule number one

boys and girls

in separate rooms.

No exceptions!

Then I guess

I'm with you, Daphne.

I said, no exceptions!

But I'm a girl.

Oh, right.

Rule number two

stay in your rooms,

no matter what you hear.

- That includes screams, - moans, wails

pounding, clawing, scratching

- and anything - that sounds like a body

being dragged

across a hardwood floor.

[whimpering]

Okay.

Well, Shag, looks like

you, me and Scoob

are in this room.

I almost forgot!

Rule number three

no pets in the hotel!

What?

[chuckles]

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

It's okay, Scoob.

You can sleep

in the Mystery Machine.

It's just one night, Scooby-Doo.

- I'll see you - in the morning, buddy.

I hope so!

[both crying]

[instrumental music]

I'm not a pet.

Is there something

different about your bangs?

I raised them a half centimeter

to bring out my forehead.

Toodles.

[door creaks]

Where you going?

I, uh, forgot something.

What?

I forget.

Hmm.

You know, Shag, when we all

graduate from high school

and move in together

we can get a room

- just like this. - You like bunk beds?

I can't think about

that right now, Fred!

Like, I'm really worried

about Scoob!

Well, I'd say check on him

if it weren't for the fact

that we were warned

to stay in our rooms.

Hey, do you prefer flannel

or cotton sheets?

Shaggy?

- Oh! - Tha..!

Oh, he-he, Velma.

Were you sneaking

over to see me?

Um, yeah.

Like, I wanted to see you.

But Freddy told me I had

to go check on Scooby-Doo

so I'm doing that.

Trust me, Scoob is just fine.

[eerie music]

[Scooby whimpering]

Raggy?

[whimpering]

Huh? Daphne?

I'm looking for Velma.

Have you seen her?

No but I'm glad you're here.

I have something for you.

You do?

It's just a little memento

of our time together.

Oh, Freddy! A scrapbook!

I bet it's filled

with wonderful pictures of..

traps?

We used this one to catch

the Phantom of Vasquez Castle.

Yeah, I remember.

And this baby helped us nab

Carlotta, the gypsy.

Mm-hmm. I was there.

And this one..

[Scooby whimpering]

No monsters, no monsters, no...

[thunder rumbling]

[shrieking]

[indistinct yelling]

Huh!

[screeching]

roar

[whimpering]

[growling]

Huh?

[shrieking]

Raggy! Raggy!

Help!

[Scooby whimpering]

[shrieking]

[whimpering]

clink

[shouting]

[whimpering]

Oh!

[whimpering]

[ringing bell]

Uh! Come on, come on, come on.

[growling]

[Scooby whimpering]

And I left a few pages blank.

You know, for future traps.

Good thinking.

[gasping]

Scoob! What's the matter?

- (Daphne) - 'He's trying

to tell us something.'

- It was a arr.

- Tator people.

[growling]

Uh, crater steeple?

[mumbling]

[wheezing]

- Skater Feeple!

- Gator People!

Phew. Uh-huh, uh-huh.

[growling]

[whimpering]

[electricity flickering]

[Scooby whimpering]

[Gator people shrieking]

Quick, on the bed!

[grunting]

[shrieking]

- Oh, oh!

- No!

[Daphne groaning]

Oh, Fred!

- Aah!

- My scrapbook!

Aah!

Oh, Fred.

[shrieking]

This is it. There's no escape!

[Scooby whimpering]

I've got an idea.

Quick, guys, the comforter.

[shrieking]

[all grunting]

Wow, look at this.

No Fred, no Daphne

no Scooby.

Just us.

- Mm!

- Mm.

- [panting] - Raggy!

- Scooby-Doo! - Uh.

What's going on?

- Gator People! - Come again?

Shh.

[eerie music]

[fan squeaking]

Maybe they're gone.

[electricity flickering]

Oh!

[all gasping]

[Daphne yelling]

[growling]

[metal clanking]

[all screaming]

[both grunting]

[both screaming]

[all gasping]

[all screaming]

[instrumental music]

[shrieking]

Move toward the door,

very slowly.

[growling]

[screaming]

Whoa! Ah!

Velma!

- (Velma) - 'Shaggy!'

[Velma groaning]

- Oh!

- Oh! You saved me!

I did? Oh!

Like, I did.

Zoinks!

No!

[screaming]

- That's disgusting.

- Oh!

- (Fred) - 'Wait! That isn't real.'

It looks like part of a costume.

[snarling]

[all groaning]

[all screaming]

[shrieking]

- Scooby, get behind the wheel. - Huh?

But the Mystery Machine

is broken!

- Which is why - we're going to push it.

[shrieking]

[all grunting]

[growling]

[instrumental music]

[growling]

[tires squealing]

Look! They're stopping.

[growling]

[snarling]

They weren't trying to eat us.

They just want us out of town.

- Why? - I don't know.

- But if we're going - to solve this mystery

we have to go back

into Gatorsburg.

- (both) - Say what?

Like, it's them.

[Velma grunting]

- (Scooby) - 'Huh?'

"One hundred per cent

pure gator."

This belt is just like

the purse Mr. E sent us.

Let me see that.

[groaning]

What happened?

I'm allergic

to imitation animal skin.

Pleather, fake fur

it all makes me break out.

That belt isn't

100 per cent pure gator.

It's a fake. They're all fakes.

- So, like, - those fake gator people

are selling fake gator products?

Dude! We are dealing

with serious irony!

We have to stop them.

[water splashing]

Like, dude, you gator freaks!

You're, like,

the ugliest crocodiles ever!

Who are you calling a crocodile?

Get them!

[growling]

[panting]

[growling]

Now!

[grunting]

[screaming]

Got 'em.

Old 45, gets 'em every time.

[sighs]

[siren wailing]

Time to find out who these

greedy gators really are.

(Daphne)

'Grady Gator?'

(Shaggy)

'Greta Gator?'

- (Scooby) - 'Gunther Gator?'

But why?

After we ran out of gators

everybody moved out

of Gatorsburg.

But not us.

This here is our home.

So, with no alligators left

you decided to make

imitation gator products

and pass them off as real.

[bubbling]

[blade clinks]

(Velma)

snooping around Gatorsburg.

But you couldn't have anyone

- So, you created - the creeping creatures

to scare people away.

- (Fred) - Then you could run

your counterfeit gatoring

without anyone knowing who you

were or what you were up to.

Like, that is

one ridiculous plan.

And you know what?

We would have gotten away

- with it too - if it weren't for you

meddling juveniles and your

unauthorized investigation

of our synthetic

gator accessories.

You're tellin' me

this gator stuff is fake?

I paid a fortune

for this tracksuit!

Sorry, sheriff.

[sighs]

out of this suit.

Man, I gotta get

This fake gator doesn't breathe.

I'm starting to smell a little..

funky.

Arrest them.

Even though I have absolutely

no jurisdiction here!

[instrumental music]

[car revving]

- Wait, sheriff, - can you give us a ride?

The Mystery Machine isn't...

[engine starts]

[all gasp]

Like, there's no engine

in the Mystery Machine!

- (Shaggy) - 'It's haunted!'

(Velma)

'It's from Mr. E.'

"Hope you had

a good time in Gatorsburg

"but be warned, there are

more mysteries to come.

This is only one piece

of the puzzle."

Puzzle?

What's that supposed to mean?

Like, I've got a bad feeling

we're going to find out!

[whimpers]

[thunder rumbling]

[whimpering]

[instrumental music]

[theme music]