The New Scooby-Doo Movies (1972) s01e04 Episode Script

Today, Scooby-Doo meets
Jonathan Winters.
Cornfields, cows, horses, chickens.
A ride in the country
always makes me so relaxed.
lt makes me feel hungry.
ls there anything
that doesn't make you feel hungry?
-Yeah. Eating dinner.
-Right.
Hey, gang. This ride is gonna
turn into a walk. . .
. . .if we don't get to a gas station.
There's one.
Caught me in the middle of my dinner.
Just starting on my alphabet soup.
You know: A, B, C, D, E, F, G.
Nothing like keeping up
with your education.
-Say, what comes after G?
-H.
H. Thank you.
Oh, that's a hard one, ain't it?
-Now what can l do for you?
-Fill her up.
Sure thing. Fill what up?
-The gas tank.
-Oh, boy.
No call to be getting snippety.
l'm new on this job, you know.
l only started six months ago.
-Hey, like, l think he's putting us on.
-Sure, he is. Don't you recognize him?
You're Jonathan Winters.
Okay, officers. You got me.
l'll go quietly.
Hi, kids, hope l didn't shake you up
too much. Just funning.
Got too much time to kill. Gotta do this
to keep from going out of my skull.
Gee, Mr. Winters, like,
what are you doing way out here?
l'm on my way to Frickert Farm
for a few days' rest.
Just as l pulled in here for my gas,
my motor went:
lt'll be a six-hour wait while they send
a discondufrigulator from town.
l'm in a bind. My old friend Maude
is expecting me for dinner.
Maude? Maude Frickert?
We've seen you do impersonations
of her on TV.
That's her. Old Grandma Frickert.
She's getting ready to open
a chain of fried chicken stands.
You kids like fried chicken?
-Love it.
-Look, Mr. Winters.
We'd be happy to give you a lift.
Hey, thanks. Then you can meet
the real Grandma Frickert in person.
ln the mood for a nice
home-cooked dinner?
Like, hurray. Let's get going.
This is Maude's place.
Turn left up ahead.
How would you like to spend a few days
on the farm? Maude could use the help.
-Would we ever.
-l'd love it. How about you, Shaggy?
-Likewise.
-Fresh air and sunshine.
What a groovy change
from all those haunted houses.
And gloomy mansions
we've been running into lately.
And best of all, no spooky characters.
l see Grandma Frickert is still up.
So peaceful and quiet.
Well, that's why l come here,
just to give my eardrums a rest.
Get off this property. Now, get.
-What's all the noise?
-That's my eardrums popping.
Pretty weird.
You never know about these farm folks.
They can play strange little games.
Hey, let's go.
Wait. Shaggy and Scooby.
Where are they?
Jinkies, they've disappeared.
-Shag. Shaggy.
-ls the coast clear?
-What are you doing in the well?
-Gosh. Don't you ever get thirsty?
l should have known.
Scooby-Doo, where are you?
-Right here.
-l'm with you. No like spooky-doo.
Don't like licky-wicky either.
Right.
One thing about Maude Frickert,
she likes her visitors to feel welcome.
Now y'all just hold it right there.
Like, this is your idea of getting
away from spooky characters?
-Cool it.
-Hi there, big fella.
My name is Vernon Crow.
l'm Mrs. Frickert's handyman. . .
-. . .and l don't like trespassers.
-We're not.
-We're not trespassers.
-Hold it. lf you folks come sneaking. . .
. . .around here looking for that secret
formula, you're wasting your time.
There ain't no secret formula, you hear?
Now, get.
We don't know anything
about any secret formula.
Look, l'm Jonathan Winters,
the famous comedian.
Jonathan who? The what?
Jonathan Winters,
the not-so-famous comedian.
Mr. Winters and Mrs. Frickert
are close friends.
Yes. He's a very old acquaintance.
-He don't look so old.
-Look, Vernon.
There's Mrs. Frickert in the barn.
She'll tell you who l am.
-Where?
-Heavens to Betsy.
lt's my old buddy Jonathan
and his friends.
Vernon, you big oaf,
why didn't you call me?
They just got here, Mrs. Frickert.
Well, you big clod, don't just stand there.
Show them into the house.
l'll be in just as soon
as l finish milking the cow.
Yeah. l mean, yes, ma'am.
l guess you folks was right. Follow me.
Heavens to Betsy. lt's my old buddy
Jonathan and his friends.
Vernon, you big oaf,
why didn't you call me?
But, Mrs. Frickert. You ain't here.
You're out in the barn.
There you go. Keep talking like that. . .
. . .you'll go from Frickert's Farm
to the funny farm.
Vernon ain't too bright, you know.
What was that infernal racket outside?
Just two snoopers on a motorcycle,
poking around. l chased them off.
My, my. People keep sneaking
onto the farm. . .
. . .looking for Grandpa Frickert's formula.
lt's a chicken feed that makes chickens
to a giant size in no time at all.
-Where is the formula?
-Grandpa made some samples. . .
. . .but he hid them
before he passed away.
Even l don't know where.
Too bad. They'd be worth a fortune,
especially to you, Mrs. Frickert. . .
-. . .opening a chain of chicken stands.
-Yes, sirree.
-Ever see a 6-foot-tall chicken?
-Yeah.
Giant chickens. Them samples.
That's what these snoopers are after.
l'd be delighted to have
you kids work on the farm.
Lately, l've been too busy
to help Vernon with chores.
And heaven knows that man needs help,
in more ways than one.
-What do you call your chicken stands?
-Grandma Frickert's Fried Fricassees.
Hard to pronounce, but easy to say.
How soon you think those stands
will be open?
You look a mite hungry, boy.
Why don't l go to the kitchen
and whop up a few vittles?
-Look. Look. Look.
-Cut it out, Scoob.
l wouldn't want you
to go to any trouble. . . .
l mean, if you happen to have a stuffed
turkey lying around, or something.
Son, you don't ask for a turkey
on a chicken farm.
What is it, Scoob?
The window.
Well, open the door, Vernon.
All you have to do
is turn that little round thing.
-lt's called a doorknob.
-Oh, yeah.
Evening, Maude. Howdy, Mr. Winters.
Simon, l want you to meet these kids.
They're Jonathan's friends.
This is Mr. Shaky, my banker.
He's nobody's friend.
-Hello, Mr. Shaky.
-Hi, Mr. Shaky.
-Ciao, Mr. Shaky.
-Let's sit down, Simon. . .
. . .and you can tell me
about my bank loan.
What's that?
l think the springs need oiling.
Let's sit on the other one.
No. The legs need fixing on that one.
This will have to do.
Maude, about this business
you're going into:
Grandma's Fritters Frick Fricassees. . .
Excuse me, sir.
That's Grandma Fritter's Fries Fricassees.
lt's Fricker's Frick Fracassees.
How about Fackert's Frick Fackersees?
Listen. lt's Grandma Frickert's
Fried Fricassees.
-Velma, that sounds ridiculous.
-Yeah, that don't make no sense at all.
Let's not pronounce it.
Let's just get it off the ground.
Well, Simon? ls the bank
gonna lend me the money?
-Maude, l'm sorry to tell you this--
-lf you're sorry, don't call me Maude.
lt's Mrs. Frickert to you. Here's your hat,
and here's your briefcase.
Tomorrow morning, l'm withdrawing
my $27 out of your bank.
Good night to you, Mr. Shaky.
And the same goes for your bank.
Would it help if we could find
those hidden chicken-feed samples?
Oh, would it ever.
l could earn a million dollars
if l had that giant chicken feed.
And that ain't chicken feed.
-lf you need a few bucks to get started--
-Thank you, Jonathan, but no thanks.
l'm gonna get this business going
all by myself.
One of these days,
you'll see my signs all over the country.
Grandma Fracker's Chicken Fricassees,
or whatever it's called.
Vernon, don't just stand there. Take
these young folks out and show them. . .
. . .what their chores will be
when you wake them up at 4 a.m.
Yes, ma'am.
Scooby, did he say 4 a.m.?
Right.
Right.
Hey. lt's those snoopers again.
That one's heading for the crick.
l'll get him.
Don't just stand there.
You're working for me now.
Help chase him off my farm.
You too, Jonathan.
lf anybody's gonna find
Grandpa's chicken-feed samples. . .
-. . .it's gonna be me, you hear?
-Yes, ma'am.
Some of you follow me.
The rest, go with Jonathan.
-Like, where should we go?
-Down toward the mill stream, l guess.
Why don't you two go.
Vernon might need some help.
-Okay. We'll follow you.
-Wish you hadn't said that.
All right. Let's go.
-He's in here somewhere.
-Hiding in the wheat.
l suggest we split up in pairs.
Good idea. You girls go thataway.
You come with me.
l like you, sonny. You look like my idol,
greatest man that ever lived.
-Who's that, ma'am?
-Glen Campbell. Come on, sonny.
Be very quiet, Daph.
He may be hiding up ahead.
Velma, what do we do if we find him?
Just remain calm and cool,
and scream your head off.
What's that?
The mill, where they grind flour.
Like, it's dark and spooky down there.
Yeah. Here's what we'll do. You two--
-What was that?
-Somebody's around here.
l wish we weren't.
Gotcha.
Oh, it's you.
-Did you find the guy with the beard?
-Nope.
-Rats.
-l've been whacking those bushes. . .
. . .trying to flush him out. Course,
he could be hiding down in the old mill.
One of us should go down there.
You fellas wanna whack bushes?
Like, it's pretty dark out there.
l tell you, Vernon,
we're not very good bush whackers.
We're more the old mill type.
Right, fellas?
So you do the bushes.
We'll check out the mill.
Hey, incidentally, Vernon, like,
if you find the guy and need some help. . .
. . .don't count on us.
Mrs. Frickert.
Something's moving out there.
Where? All right. We know you're there.
Stand up like a man.
That ain't like a man. No way.
We didn't know it was you.
Let's don't spend the night
creeping up on each other.
lf we hear someone, identify yourself
with a whippoorwill call, like this:
Tarnation. lt ain't easy
with those store-bought teeth.
l can.
All right, troops. Move out. Hip, hip.
Okay, here's my plan.
You two go in and look around.
lf you find him, chase him out.
l'll be hiding around the corner
of the building to see where he runs to.
Gee, Mr. Winters, wouldn't your plan
work better if you went inside?
l mean, like, l'm the outdoor type.
You too, huh?
l've got it. We will both wait here
and Scooby will go inside. How's that?
Well, okay with me,
if it's okay with Scoob.
Scoob? Where is he? A second ago
he was sitting by those grain sacks.
Okay, Scooby, we get the message.
Look, guys, gonna have to flip a coin.
Heads, you two go in. Tails, l go in.
Tails. Phew, that was great.
Wait a minute that don't count.
This is a Canadian dime.
We were doing this in Canada, fine.
Heads, it's you guys.
But, Mr. Winters,
where we come from. . .
. . .like, you're supposed to do that
two out of three times.
Really? Okay, here goes.
How about, like, l flip it this time.
-l think l flipped it pretty high.
-l think l see it. . .
. . .going into orbit around the moon.
Look, fella, you owe me a quarter.
l'm sorry. You both wait out here
and l'll go in, okay?
You will? Listen, buddy,
you can forget about the quarter.
The only thing is,
if that big guy is in there. . .
. . .he's waiting to pounce on anybody
walking in this door.
Oh, isn't there some other way?
You're right. Round by the crick, there's
a window that opens into the loft.
You can spot him up there. Come on.
That's the girls. Where are they?
Hey, girls. Where are you?
That's Fred.
We're over here by the scarecrow.
l think the moonlight's getting to her.
That's impossible, honey.
We're by the scarecrow.
-Oh, no, we're not, Mrs. Frickert.
-Well, l'll be dipped in detergent.
The gosh darn thing
was right there a minute ago.
-That's what l thought. Are you sure?
-Course l'm sure.
l was thinking to myself
that its jacket needs pressing. . .
. . .so Vernon can wear it
to the church social Saturday.
-The scarecrow wears Vernon's clothes?
-Why not, sonny?
Vernon don't need his good suit
on working days.
-Now his clothes are gone.
-No, they're not, Mrs. Frickert.
Daphne, Velma. Grab the scarecrow.
That's our man.
-There's the window.
-But, Mr. Winters. . .
-. . .there's no way of getting up there.
-Wrong again, Shaggy.
You've got free transportation
to that window.
Just hang on to the paddles,
and it'll carry you up to the window.
But l don't see how it can work.
Would l lie to you? Trust me.
You mean, like, reach out
and grab the edge of a paddle like this?
-Zoinks!
-Don't zoink. Jump in the window.
l can't let go.
Like, somebody do something!
l don't think this is working too well.
No.
Get me off. Help! Stop!
Stop this thing!
Help! Help!
Get me off this thing.
Hang on, boy.
l'll get you next time around.
Help.
Next time around,
he may not be so lucky.
-When he comes up, grab his legs.
-Right.
-That wasn't exactly what l had in mind.
-Grab these two.
l'm getting off on the balcony.
Hey, fellers. l seen him.
He's running toward the farm.
Say, that looked like fun.
l'd try it myself if it weren't for this
sprained pinkie.
Let's go.
Fun?
-Did you think that was fun?
-No way.
-There he goes.
-We've gotta catch him.
-He's running toward the farmyard.
-Come on.
l'll go around the back.
You go in the front.
Things are liable to get a little fierce.
l'll find a good hiding place for us.
-Like, yeah.
-Right.
Then follow me.
Take it from
an old experienced coward. . .
. . .on a farm, the safest place to hide
is the tool shed.
Excuse me, sir.
-Yipe.
-Double yipe.
Like-- That could be the other guy.
Maybe l can get rid of him
with one of my sounds.
-l do pretty good vocal sound effects.
-l do sounds too, you know.
-But l'm a professional.
-Yes, sir, Mr. Winters.
Like, l'd rather you did it anyway.
Look, kid, if you want to do the sound,
go ahead. l don't mind.
Oh, no, Mr. Winters. You do it.
Like, l don't want him finding out
it was me.
Okay, kid, l gave you your big break,
and you blew it.
Guess it's up to me, huh?
Something woke that horse.
That feller's in that stable.
Anyone in this one?
l don't think so, unless he's disguised
as a sleeping horse.
Velma, that's him. He just sneaked in.
-We'd better get the boys.
-Yeah. Go out the other way.
Mabel, wake up.
Did you see a man in here just now
with a beard, covered with white flour?
You wouldn't understand.
l forgot you're just a dumb animal.
-Where are the men?
-Never around when you need them.
Let's try this way.
Wait. There's something in the shadows.
Hey. lt could be the bearded man.
lt's not him. lt's his ghost.
That's silly.
There's no such thing as a ghost.
But whatever that thing is, yipe!
Someone jumped into that barrel.
Well, let's fish him out. Dang bust it,
there goes my shampoo water.
The other one's down here,
Mrs. Frickert.
Yeah. l really got him this time, Maude.
You know me. l don't fool around.
We don't know anything
about secret formulas or chicken feed.
-We're in the music business.
-Music? What are you doing here?
We came here to ask Mrs. Frickert
if we could rent the farm for a few days.
Yeah. For a rock festival.
You know, like Woodstock.
Jeepers, that would be groovy.
All the top singers
and combos right here.
Can you get me Glen Campbell?
l'm his biggest fan, you know.
Well, we'll try.
Of course you can use my farm.
All you had to do was ask me. . .
. . .instead of running all over the place
like a couple of weirdos.
Ma'am, every time we came near
the house, that big fella chased us away.
Vernon? Oh, he don't mean no harm.
There's a guest room upstairs.
You boys get a good night's sleep.
We'll talk about it in the morning.
Wait. Vernon wasn't in the wheat field.
Why didn't you speak
to Mrs. Frickert out there. . .
. . .instead of disguising yourself
as a scarecrow?
Me? l didn't dress up
in scarecrow's clothes.
You putting us on, sonny?
The scarecrow dove into the haystack. . .
. . .and came out the other side
without the costume.
-And it was you.
-No, no.
l was hiding in the haystack when
the scarecrow plunged in one side. . .
. . .and l plunged out the other.
Mighty scared too. Well, good night.
Vernon isn't here.
l wonder, could he be the scarecrow?
Not likely, son. Vernon was with Shaggy
and me down by the creek.
Yeah, but not all the time, Mr. Winters.
He could've been commuting
between the mill and the wheat field.
Say that's a clever way to throw
suspicion off himself.
lf it's clever, then it ain't Vernon.
He's still trying to figure out
how to work a doorknob.
Mrs. Frickert, maybe his dumb act
is just that, an act.
He's probably out there right now
in a scarecrow costume. . .
. . .looking for chicken-feed samples.
You think so? Well, let's find out.
Scoob, wanna go look for Vernon?
-No.
-You're right. They won't find him.
lf he's so smart, he knows they'll all be
out there searching for him.
-Yep.
-So he's probably hiding. . .
. . .somewheres in this farmyard.
-Yep.
-Right here. Where we are. All alone.
He wasn't in the wheat field.
He could be here in the corn.
Let's split up again.
And remember the whippoorwill signal.
Right.
-Where are they?
-l don't know. l don't know.
Hey, what's this?
Look, Scoob. lt's corn.
Now why would they wrap it
in this green stuff?
Wow, like, they wrapped all of them.
Man, that's gotta take years.
-Let's eat it.
-Yeah, l dig corn.
-What's that?
-l don't know. Probably just a frog.
-Frog?
-With a high voice?
-Who's there?
-Let's get out of here!
-That was Shaggy yelling.
-lt came from the farmyard.
Follow me.
Shaggy and Scooby must have seen
the scarecrow.
You kids look in the barn.
l'll check the house.
Anybody in the yard?
-We know he's in one of these buildings.
-Like, maybe right here in this stable.
Wherever he is, we've got to scare him
out so the others can capture him.
-Yeah, the others.
-That's right.
Now look, buddy.
They can't expect us to do everything.
We're scaring him out, right?
And l know how to do it.
l'll make him think the police
have this place surrounded. Watch.
All right, you men,
move this hay wagon out of here.
l wanna make room for the Army trucks.
You fellas from the National Guard. . .
. . .roll them troops in here.
Now spread out.
l want a dozen men around
each of these buildings, get it?
Will you and all those kids
stand back, please?
Get over there in that wheat field.
No, no, l didn't mean you, Mr. Winters.
You stand right here next to me.
l've seen you on TV.
You're my favorite actor. Yes, sirree.
My wife's crazy about you too. . .
. . .and my little ones keep asking:
''Why don't Jonathan Winters have
a show like all them other big stars?''
You know, Mr. Winters,
l've seen them all, all the big ones. . .
. . .but you're far and away-- Huh?
Oh, got carried away there.
Where was l? Oh, yeah.
Chief, l'm Brigadier General Holmsby.
Hi there, general.
Good to have the Army with us.
Where is the scarecrow now?
ln one of those buildings.
Don't worry. He won't get away.
Yes. What is it, sergeant?
Chief, the men are all set.
Got a platoon of Army men staked out
in the wheat field. . .
. . .and a dozen boys down by the crick.
Good work, sergeant.
Now hand me that bullhorn.
Testing. One, two, three. Testing.
Mary had a little lamb.
Okay, Tom. lt's working.
Scarecrow, this is Police Chief
McGonegal. You better give up.
You haven't got a chance, scarecrow.
lf you're smart, you'll come out with
your hands tied behind your back.
lf you don't believe me, here it is from
Army General Alvin Q. Holmsby.
Scarecrow, you owe it to your
community, your state, your country. . .
. . .to give yourself up. lf not, well,
l cannot answer for the consequences.
Hear that, scarecrow?
You've got 30 seconds.
Not bad, huh? lmpressive characters too.
A police chief and a general.
-Yeah. Can l try one?
-Okay.
My fellow Americans, let me make
one thing perfectly clear.
-What are you doing?
-The president.
-Like, he's the commander in chief.
-l think that's a bit too much.
Fifteen seconds, scarecrow.
Better start closing in, men.
Bring the trucks around.
You fellas down by the grain elevator,
on your toes.
We'll be moving in in 1 0 seconds.
McGarrity, where's that helicopter
l ordered?
Never mind. l see it.
-Mr. Winters, like, look.
-Not now.
Now l'm doing a police helicopter.
Oh, hi there.
-What's that word?
-Zoinks!
Thanks. Zoinks!
-l think l see him.
-Where?
-That's not him.
-This way, gang.
-No. No. He's in there.
-There?
My, if you people would stop running
around like chickens in a barnyard. . .
. . .l might be able to figure out
who's who.
Heavens to Betsy. l think l saw him.
Consarn it, why didn't l wear
my Sunday spectacles?
Whoever it is just sneaked
into the grain elevator.
-Let's go.
-Wait for me.
All clear. You can come out, Scoob.
Like, stuck, huh? l'll give you a hand.
Yeah, like, it was a little cramped
in there, wasn't it?
-Right.
-Oh, we gotta find a better hiding place.
l'll say.
-l wonder where Mr. Winters is.
-l don't know.
l wonder where everybody is.
Hey, Scoob, there's a good hiding place.
This henhouse.
-There's room for both of us in there.
-Good idea, l hope.
lf that scarecrow comes, we'll be safe
in here with the rest of the chickens.
Leave the door open. lf we hear the
scarecrow, we can make a fast getaway.
-Right.
-Wow, l'm starved.
-Like, we didn't have any dinner.
-Me too.
ls there any corn or anything
in that feed box?
Nope.
Man, like, this box
is what l call henpecked.
This is where we store the grain.
Whoever sneaked in here took
the elevator up to the top of the silo.
He's probably hiding on the catwalk.
l'll press the button,
and we'll go up after him.
Too dark up there. Wait here.
l'll go fetch a lantern.
Jeepers, talk about a spooky place.
You can say that again.
Oh, that Vernon.
lt ain't bad enough him posing
as a scarecrow. . .
. . .now he went and left
the chicken coop open.
-What was that?
-l don't know. Somebody walked by.
Didn't see us anyway.
Scoob, l'm hungry.
Like, l just gotta find something to eat.
-Yeah.
-l know. Eggs.
-Where?
-l mean, like. . .
. . .if we can wake up these chickens,
maybe they'll lay some eggs for us.
Right. Rise and shine.
Hold it with that ''rise and shine. ''
The scarecrow might be around.
We gotta wake them in a way
so nobody will know we're here. l got it.
Cock-a-doodle-doo.
Like, what did l do?
Like, wow. This racket's gonna call
the scarecrow's attention to the coop.
We better split, Scoob.
Somebody's locked us in.
l'll help you. Like, we gotta
get out of here fast.
There's somebody on the other side.
Like, ouch. Oh, l broke my fingernail.
Hey. Hey there's something in there.
lt's a tin box. Like, wow.
l thought these were made in factories.
l didn't know they grew underground.
Open it. What is it?
Oh, l think it's food. l'll taste it.
-Hey.
-Yeah. Hey.
Hey, what are you, a chicken or a hog?
Get away.
Oh, he ate them all, and,
like, that's not fair.
Look.
That was Grandpa Frickert's
chicken feed. The secret formula, Scoob.
Wow, like, look at those drumsticks.
-You goofed?
-Yeah.
Like, let this be a lesson to you, Scooby.
Never fool around with a giant chicken.
Let's move.
Somebody get this chicken off my back.
Somebody's here, all right.
l can hear him moving.
We'll sneak up on him.
Who's that?
Why, that's Jonathan's voice.
Maude. lt's him, the scarecrow.
Heavens to Betsy. Grain's pouring out,
and he's pouring out with it.
We'd better get down there and fast.
Like--
What do we do now, dig him out?
No. He can't stay in there.
He'll come crawling out.
Yeah. Everybody keep your eyes open.
Something's moving in there.
Stand back, everybody.
Not as far as l'm going to stand back.
Someone's got to stay close to grab him.
-Oh, what hit me?
-Only about 20 tons of grain.
-Where's the giant chicken?
-Giant chicken?
-l think the grain sprained his brain.
-Look. Someone else is coming out.
That chicken is almost as big
as this chicken. Bye.
They've found the formula.
Don't let that pile of poultry get away.
There's enough there to run
my chicken stand for a year. Come on.
Got you, you big, fat fowl.
My crickets, l've invented a new sport:
chicken skiing.
Stop.
That bird's too fast. We need wheels.
To the Mystery Machine.
Hang on, chicky. l'm gonna take
this bike through the sound barrier.
How did you get in there?
Never mind that.
How am l gonna get out?
Just hang on.
We're going after that big old bird.
Watch out for this bump.
Why don't Scooby
and the scarecrow jump off?
The chicken's running too fast.
Jinkies, l think the chicken's
getting smaller.
My crickets, Jonathan,
we're gaining on them.
Fine.
lf we pass a dentist's office,
will you let me off?
l think my teeth are loose.
Fred, you can head them off
at the crossing.
Will do.
Get out! Quick!
Better stop this machine.
l guess this is the brake.
Jonathan, you're always in such a hurry.
Girls, you've just caught the best act
in show business.
l've got a good mind to fire you, Vernon.
You're a real troublemaker.
You know what you did?
You left the chicken coop open.
Vernon? How dare you
mistake me for Vernon.
Well, let's find out who you are,
Mr. Scarecrow.
Well, snap my garters.
lt's the banker, Simon Shaky.
Now, why did you go
and cause all this to-do, Simon?
To prevent you from opening
your chicken stands, Maude.
l was going to find the secret formula
and open my own chicken stands. . .
. . .but those durn kids came along and
threw a monkey wrench into my plans.
Vernon, where were you
when we needed you?
Sorry, Mrs. Frickert.
Things was getting too mixed up for me.
That's about the smartest dumb thing
you ever did. . .
. . .and that was the smartest dumb thing
you ever did, Simon.
The secret formula don't work anyhow.
lt wears off.
Too bad you won't be around
for my rock festival.
Hey, like, he'll be having his own
rock festival on a rock pile.
Look, the sun's coming up.
Why aren't the roosters crowing?
Scooby-dooby-doo.
Very funny dog. Just keep him out
of show business, okay?
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