Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated (2010) s01e05 Episode Script
The Song of Mystery
Broccoli head! You wanted to see me, sir? Deliver these packages right away.
Yes, Mr.
Glubofunny.
Mr.
Covighheim.
Gabodaglophordia.
How many times I gotta tell you? Gabodaglophordia! Gablo Huh? Bedtime, Arthur.
Nighty night, Daphne.
You're the bestest babysitter ever.
Mwah! Huh? That's odd.
Who'd be playing a pan flute at this hour? Arthur, are you all Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! I just can't understand what got into Arthur last night.
One second he's as sweet as can be, and the next, he's trying to kill me.
Maybe he had too much sugar.
Sugar doesn't make you grow fangs.
Ha ha ha! Good! 'Cause if there's one thing I love, it's sugar.
Me, too.
Delicious! Like, you said it, Scoob.
Delicious.
Shaggy, you promised me you weren't going to use the word "like" so much.
It makes you sound ignorant.
- Oh.
- Oh, right.
Like, um, I forgot.
Ohh.
Sorry.
We're only a few blocks from Arthur's house.
Can we stop by and see how he's doing? Sure.
We're not gonna miss anything at school.
Oh, wait.
I forgot about civics class.
I'm flunking out.
Coach says if I don't pass, I'm off the team.
Hey, I'm great at civics.
I could tutor you.
I could come over and You know, help you study.
Just you and me.
Alone.
Gee, Daph, thanks.
But my dad already hired a tutor.
I'm supposed to meet her in the library during lunch.
- Her? - Yeah, a senior.
Dad said she's brilliant.
Whoa, look at this.
Like, where's everyone going? Oops.
Sorry.
Wait! Mr.
and Mrs.
Baywoosenthal, what's going on? How's Arthur? Any other questions? Jinkies! The whole block's leaving.
And a good thing, too.
Who knows what these kids are capable of? Kids? You mean Afraid so.
Every child on this block has become inexplicably spookified.
Spookified?! - Good-bye, Tiffany.
Ok.
Don't forget to brush.
They can't just leave all the kids.
They'll be fine.
We'll air drop in some freeze-dried camp food.
Just 'cause they're spookified doesn't mean they can't reconstitute macaroni.
Any idea what caused this, sheriff? We're not really sure, but it may have something to do with this.
Isn't that creepy? Ha ha.
Like, I'll say.
Ouch! You're bruising my kidney.
This thing shows up, plays its creepy flute, and all the kids are all Spookified! Well, gang, looks like we've got another mystery on our hands.
But, dad.
- Oh, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, uh-uh.
Absolutely no mystery solving.
We've got one heck of a monster here.
I smell tourists, t-shirts, concerts, tchotchkes.
In.
But, dad, we can help.
You can help by not flunking civics.
I'll drive you back to school.
Time for dessert.
Like, mind bringing me back some, too? Okie dokie.
Oops.
I said "like" again, didn't I? Oh, boy, I'm sorry.
I just can't help it.
Here.
Put this rubber band around your wrist.
Every time you say the word like, snap it.
Hard.
Um, but that will hurt.
That's the point.
Here, pick out a new pair of pants.
What's wrong with my pants? You promised me you were going to start caring more about your appearance.
But I like these pants.
You've worn them since the eighth grade.
They're comfortable pants.
Fine.
I'll pick them out for you myself.
Like, what is wrong with her? Oops.
Ow! I wonder which one is my tutor.
Me, too.
- Fred Jones, Jr.
- Huh? Down here.
I'm Mary Anne Geerdon, your tutor.
You? You're the brilliant senior? I have an IQ of 195.
I should actually be in college, but my parents want me to spend a few weeks in high school to help develop social skills.
- Ugh.
- Ugh.
So you're pretty good at civics, huh? It's my passion.
That's how I met your father, the Mayor.
I asked to be appointed to the city council.
I have some brilliant ideas on how to run the city more efficiently.
He said I was too young.
Come, Fredrick.
We have a lot of work to do.
Oh! Have a good time, Fredrick.
I'm so sorry! No, it's my fault.
I was not looking where my eyes were going.
You're that new exchange teacher.
Yes, Dr.
Louis De Portillo.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must prepare my lecture on South American indigent mythology.
Oh.
Dr.
Portillo! Your book.
That is none of your business.
Hmm.
It's happening again! Looks like the creepy flute player struck again last night.
How do you like your new pants? Um, they're a little tight.
That's the style.
You look great.
I sort of feel like a sausage.
More parents are leaving.
At this rate, crystal cove will be a town of nothing but spookified kids.
Hey, what's with the pets? This is the location of the most recent attack by the creature that's been spookifying the children of crystal cove.
Velma, sweetheart, how are you? Sheriff, they're back! Mom, please.
We just wanted to see what was happening.
There's nothing to see.
Not unless you're paying.
Now, get to school, darling.
All of you! Be an angel and take one of these and wear it around school.
Oh, and if anyone asks, they're $15.
We've got to find out what this thing is and where it comes from.
And I think I know who can help.
- Hey, how much is - 15.
Dr.
Portillo? Hmm.
He must be teaching a class.
Like, what kind of stuff does this dude teach anyway? Oops! Ow! What are you doing in my office, a personal, private space? Dr.
Portillo, it's important that we talk to you.
Do you recognize this creature? Yes.
It is Que horrifico.
Who's Que horrifico? A mythological creature.
Hey, cool blowgun.
What size dart do you use? I prefer a 3 centimeter with combed beaver bristles.
Fred, that's not a blowgun.
It's a pan flute.
So you are saying because I have a pan flute I am the creature? Oh, ho ho ho.
This pan flute is purely for recreational purposes, I assure you.
Oh, how dare you accuse me? No one's accusing you of anything.
Just want to find out about this thing.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
Where are my manners? Yes, of course I can help you.
I gave a lecture on Que horrifico to my honors class a few weeks ago.
I'll get the slides.
They're in color! The peoples have long told the tale of Que horrifico.
A normal man by day, but every night at sundown, he changes into Que horrifico.
He roams through the villages and plays his song of mystery on a pan flute, turning the children into terriblados! In America we call it getting spookified.
That's good to know.
Thank you.
The childrens become his servants of evil.
Eventually he takes them to his spooky town or cave or something.
There's a lot of debate on that.
Who can say? Well, that's really all I know.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going home to rest.
I haven't slept ll these last 2 nights.
Gang, I know this sounds crazy, but - hey, how much is - 15.
But what is Dr.
Portillo is Que horrifico? He has the pan flute, the blankets.
He said he hasn't been sleeping well the past 2 nights.
And he has an accent.
I say we keep a close eye on Dr.
Portillo.
Fred Jones, Jr.
You were supposed to meet me in the library for your civics tutoring.
Mary Anne, I can't.
I have something important I need to do.
What could possibly be more important than civics? That's Portillo's house.
I got the address off the school computer.
Ok, gang, come on.
Wait up! I can't sneak in these pants.
Is he in there? Shaggy, get down.
He'll see you.
My legs won't bend.
Down! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! So, you do think I am Que horrifico! Well, I am beginning to agree.
Perhaps you can help.
Wow, these chains are fantastic.
Who's your chain guy? I want his number.
Wouldn't you know if you were Que horrifico? The transformation may be so totally complete that I don't remember it the next day.
Like after you've had too much fudge.
The moon is up.
Now what? We wait.
Delivery for Mrs.
[babbles.]
.
No, no.
It's bobbenconiblplatz.
Oh, no! I think I think it's happening.
Oh, no! It's happening! It's happening! Aye! Here it comes! I'm so scared! Oh! I'm so scared! Here it comes! No, it's just gas.
It's Que horrifico! He's back! Well, at least we know it's not Dr.
Portillo.
- I am not the weirdo? Whoop-Dee-Doo! Yay for me! We're gonna catch that thing.
Like, how do you know that? Because I'm gonna build a trip.
Jinkies! Kids have taken over crystal cove.
Yeah, like, this whole neighborhood's been spookified.
Yeah, but not this house.
It's been for rent for a year.
- A fully furnished, with upgraded appliances.
Perfect for a couple just starting out.
Not when I'm done with it.
But why would Que horrifico come here? He wouldn't.
Unless there was a new family with kids moving in.
But who'd be dumb enough to do that? Oh, my.
Don't our seem to be having a wonderful time? Ugh.
How humiliating.
At least I'm out of those tight pants.
This is nice.
Watch it, Daphne.
Remember, we're married.
Don't look so happy.
It's almost sunset.
You better get inside.
Right.
Come, 2 young children.
It's bedtime.
Grandma's gonna tell you a story.
Oh, goody! Quick, get upstairs.
Aren't you gonna tell us a story? Yes.
The end.
Now, shh.
Like, I don't want to be spookified.
Ow! Thanks, Scoob.
You're welcome, Shaggy.
There it is.
Come on.
Come on, just a little closer.
Say hello to Mr.
trap! Ha ha! Got him! This town's ours now.
Get them! Uhh! Aah! Aah! Aah! Ohh! Ohh! Aah! Aah! Ohh! Whoa! Aah! Daphne, Velma, over here.
Get behind me.
I never thought it would end this way.
Good-bye, Scooby-Doo.
- Good-bye, Shaggy.
You were a dog's best friend.
Delivery for Mrs.
[babbles.]
No, no, no.
Open your grotesque ears, you ignorant freak.
Now, I'm going to say it once again very, very slowly.
It's gabodaglophordia! What are you doing? Attack them! In a minute.
We want to watch this.
Fools! You'll ruining everything.
Get him, gang.
Uhh! Uhh! Aah! Uhh! What in the name of whole wheat toast is going on? We got him, dad.
You mean her.
Mary Anne Geerdon! Your tutor? But why? Was trying to scare all the adults out of crystal cove so I could run the city my way.
I told you, I have brilliant ideas.
With all the adults gone, there's be no one to stand in my way.
I learned about the legend of Que horrifico in Dr.
Portillo's honors class.
It was the perfect solution.
I used the high school's theater department for my costume.
I went to every kindergarten and elementary school in the city to convince the children to pretend to be spookified.
In return, I offered them utopia.
When that didn't work, I offered them candy.
Whenever the children heard me playing the pan flute, that was their signal to put on their fake hair and fangs and commence spookification.
I almost had the whole town cleared of adults.
I would have, too, if it weren't for you Huh? Loosely translated it means "meddlesome kids" in Latin.
I'm going home.
I miss my mom and dad.
- Bye.
- See ya.
By the way, this was lame.
Wait, you're taking me to jail? But I'm just a kid.
Do you know how many boxes we're stuck with of Que horrifico t-shirts, Que horrifico pamphlets, Que horrifico dance CDs, Que horrifico Ok, OK, I see your point.
Congratulations, babies.
Another mystery solved.
Ooh.
- Ahh! - Got you, Scoob.
I'm not scared of you.
I'm scared of him.
Que horrifico! He's back! No, it's just me.
I have come to thank you with a pan flute concert.
Velma, I want you to take these back.
But It's time you knew.
Shaggy likes baggy.
Yes, Mr.
Glubofunny.
Mr.
Covighheim.
Gabodaglophordia.
How many times I gotta tell you? Gabodaglophordia! Gablo Huh? Bedtime, Arthur.
Nighty night, Daphne.
You're the bestest babysitter ever.
Mwah! Huh? That's odd.
Who'd be playing a pan flute at this hour? Arthur, are you all Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! I just can't understand what got into Arthur last night.
One second he's as sweet as can be, and the next, he's trying to kill me.
Maybe he had too much sugar.
Sugar doesn't make you grow fangs.
Ha ha ha! Good! 'Cause if there's one thing I love, it's sugar.
Me, too.
Delicious! Like, you said it, Scoob.
Delicious.
Shaggy, you promised me you weren't going to use the word "like" so much.
It makes you sound ignorant.
- Oh.
- Oh, right.
Like, um, I forgot.
Ohh.
Sorry.
We're only a few blocks from Arthur's house.
Can we stop by and see how he's doing? Sure.
We're not gonna miss anything at school.
Oh, wait.
I forgot about civics class.
I'm flunking out.
Coach says if I don't pass, I'm off the team.
Hey, I'm great at civics.
I could tutor you.
I could come over and You know, help you study.
Just you and me.
Alone.
Gee, Daph, thanks.
But my dad already hired a tutor.
I'm supposed to meet her in the library during lunch.
- Her? - Yeah, a senior.
Dad said she's brilliant.
Whoa, look at this.
Like, where's everyone going? Oops.
Sorry.
Wait! Mr.
and Mrs.
Baywoosenthal, what's going on? How's Arthur? Any other questions? Jinkies! The whole block's leaving.
And a good thing, too.
Who knows what these kids are capable of? Kids? You mean Afraid so.
Every child on this block has become inexplicably spookified.
Spookified?! - Good-bye, Tiffany.
Ok.
Don't forget to brush.
They can't just leave all the kids.
They'll be fine.
We'll air drop in some freeze-dried camp food.
Just 'cause they're spookified doesn't mean they can't reconstitute macaroni.
Any idea what caused this, sheriff? We're not really sure, but it may have something to do with this.
Isn't that creepy? Ha ha.
Like, I'll say.
Ouch! You're bruising my kidney.
This thing shows up, plays its creepy flute, and all the kids are all Spookified! Well, gang, looks like we've got another mystery on our hands.
But, dad.
- Oh, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, uh-uh.
Absolutely no mystery solving.
We've got one heck of a monster here.
I smell tourists, t-shirts, concerts, tchotchkes.
In.
But, dad, we can help.
You can help by not flunking civics.
I'll drive you back to school.
Time for dessert.
Like, mind bringing me back some, too? Okie dokie.
Oops.
I said "like" again, didn't I? Oh, boy, I'm sorry.
I just can't help it.
Here.
Put this rubber band around your wrist.
Every time you say the word like, snap it.
Hard.
Um, but that will hurt.
That's the point.
Here, pick out a new pair of pants.
What's wrong with my pants? You promised me you were going to start caring more about your appearance.
But I like these pants.
You've worn them since the eighth grade.
They're comfortable pants.
Fine.
I'll pick them out for you myself.
Like, what is wrong with her? Oops.
Ow! I wonder which one is my tutor.
Me, too.
- Fred Jones, Jr.
- Huh? Down here.
I'm Mary Anne Geerdon, your tutor.
You? You're the brilliant senior? I have an IQ of 195.
I should actually be in college, but my parents want me to spend a few weeks in high school to help develop social skills.
- Ugh.
- Ugh.
So you're pretty good at civics, huh? It's my passion.
That's how I met your father, the Mayor.
I asked to be appointed to the city council.
I have some brilliant ideas on how to run the city more efficiently.
He said I was too young.
Come, Fredrick.
We have a lot of work to do.
Oh! Have a good time, Fredrick.
I'm so sorry! No, it's my fault.
I was not looking where my eyes were going.
You're that new exchange teacher.
Yes, Dr.
Louis De Portillo.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must prepare my lecture on South American indigent mythology.
Oh.
Dr.
Portillo! Your book.
That is none of your business.
Hmm.
It's happening again! Looks like the creepy flute player struck again last night.
How do you like your new pants? Um, they're a little tight.
That's the style.
You look great.
I sort of feel like a sausage.
More parents are leaving.
At this rate, crystal cove will be a town of nothing but spookified kids.
Hey, what's with the pets? This is the location of the most recent attack by the creature that's been spookifying the children of crystal cove.
Velma, sweetheart, how are you? Sheriff, they're back! Mom, please.
We just wanted to see what was happening.
There's nothing to see.
Not unless you're paying.
Now, get to school, darling.
All of you! Be an angel and take one of these and wear it around school.
Oh, and if anyone asks, they're $15.
We've got to find out what this thing is and where it comes from.
And I think I know who can help.
- Hey, how much is - 15.
Dr.
Portillo? Hmm.
He must be teaching a class.
Like, what kind of stuff does this dude teach anyway? Oops! Ow! What are you doing in my office, a personal, private space? Dr.
Portillo, it's important that we talk to you.
Do you recognize this creature? Yes.
It is Que horrifico.
Who's Que horrifico? A mythological creature.
Hey, cool blowgun.
What size dart do you use? I prefer a 3 centimeter with combed beaver bristles.
Fred, that's not a blowgun.
It's a pan flute.
So you are saying because I have a pan flute I am the creature? Oh, ho ho ho.
This pan flute is purely for recreational purposes, I assure you.
Oh, how dare you accuse me? No one's accusing you of anything.
Just want to find out about this thing.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
Where are my manners? Yes, of course I can help you.
I gave a lecture on Que horrifico to my honors class a few weeks ago.
I'll get the slides.
They're in color! The peoples have long told the tale of Que horrifico.
A normal man by day, but every night at sundown, he changes into Que horrifico.
He roams through the villages and plays his song of mystery on a pan flute, turning the children into terriblados! In America we call it getting spookified.
That's good to know.
Thank you.
The childrens become his servants of evil.
Eventually he takes them to his spooky town or cave or something.
There's a lot of debate on that.
Who can say? Well, that's really all I know.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going home to rest.
I haven't slept ll these last 2 nights.
Gang, I know this sounds crazy, but - hey, how much is - 15.
But what is Dr.
Portillo is Que horrifico? He has the pan flute, the blankets.
He said he hasn't been sleeping well the past 2 nights.
And he has an accent.
I say we keep a close eye on Dr.
Portillo.
Fred Jones, Jr.
You were supposed to meet me in the library for your civics tutoring.
Mary Anne, I can't.
I have something important I need to do.
What could possibly be more important than civics? That's Portillo's house.
I got the address off the school computer.
Ok, gang, come on.
Wait up! I can't sneak in these pants.
Is he in there? Shaggy, get down.
He'll see you.
My legs won't bend.
Down! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! So, you do think I am Que horrifico! Well, I am beginning to agree.
Perhaps you can help.
Wow, these chains are fantastic.
Who's your chain guy? I want his number.
Wouldn't you know if you were Que horrifico? The transformation may be so totally complete that I don't remember it the next day.
Like after you've had too much fudge.
The moon is up.
Now what? We wait.
Delivery for Mrs.
[babbles.]
.
No, no.
It's bobbenconiblplatz.
Oh, no! I think I think it's happening.
Oh, no! It's happening! It's happening! Aye! Here it comes! I'm so scared! Oh! I'm so scared! Here it comes! No, it's just gas.
It's Que horrifico! He's back! Well, at least we know it's not Dr.
Portillo.
- I am not the weirdo? Whoop-Dee-Doo! Yay for me! We're gonna catch that thing.
Like, how do you know that? Because I'm gonna build a trip.
Jinkies! Kids have taken over crystal cove.
Yeah, like, this whole neighborhood's been spookified.
Yeah, but not this house.
It's been for rent for a year.
- A fully furnished, with upgraded appliances.
Perfect for a couple just starting out.
Not when I'm done with it.
But why would Que horrifico come here? He wouldn't.
Unless there was a new family with kids moving in.
But who'd be dumb enough to do that? Oh, my.
Don't our seem to be having a wonderful time? Ugh.
How humiliating.
At least I'm out of those tight pants.
This is nice.
Watch it, Daphne.
Remember, we're married.
Don't look so happy.
It's almost sunset.
You better get inside.
Right.
Come, 2 young children.
It's bedtime.
Grandma's gonna tell you a story.
Oh, goody! Quick, get upstairs.
Aren't you gonna tell us a story? Yes.
The end.
Now, shh.
Like, I don't want to be spookified.
Ow! Thanks, Scoob.
You're welcome, Shaggy.
There it is.
Come on.
Come on, just a little closer.
Say hello to Mr.
trap! Ha ha! Got him! This town's ours now.
Get them! Uhh! Aah! Aah! Aah! Ohh! Ohh! Aah! Aah! Ohh! Whoa! Aah! Daphne, Velma, over here.
Get behind me.
I never thought it would end this way.
Good-bye, Scooby-Doo.
- Good-bye, Shaggy.
You were a dog's best friend.
Delivery for Mrs.
[babbles.]
No, no, no.
Open your grotesque ears, you ignorant freak.
Now, I'm going to say it once again very, very slowly.
It's gabodaglophordia! What are you doing? Attack them! In a minute.
We want to watch this.
Fools! You'll ruining everything.
Get him, gang.
Uhh! Uhh! Aah! Uhh! What in the name of whole wheat toast is going on? We got him, dad.
You mean her.
Mary Anne Geerdon! Your tutor? But why? Was trying to scare all the adults out of crystal cove so I could run the city my way.
I told you, I have brilliant ideas.
With all the adults gone, there's be no one to stand in my way.
I learned about the legend of Que horrifico in Dr.
Portillo's honors class.
It was the perfect solution.
I used the high school's theater department for my costume.
I went to every kindergarten and elementary school in the city to convince the children to pretend to be spookified.
In return, I offered them utopia.
When that didn't work, I offered them candy.
Whenever the children heard me playing the pan flute, that was their signal to put on their fake hair and fangs and commence spookification.
I almost had the whole town cleared of adults.
I would have, too, if it weren't for you Huh? Loosely translated it means "meddlesome kids" in Latin.
I'm going home.
I miss my mom and dad.
- Bye.
- See ya.
By the way, this was lame.
Wait, you're taking me to jail? But I'm just a kid.
Do you know how many boxes we're stuck with of Que horrifico t-shirts, Que horrifico pamphlets, Que horrifico dance CDs, Que horrifico Ok, OK, I see your point.
Congratulations, babies.
Another mystery solved.
Ooh.
- Ahh! - Got you, Scoob.
I'm not scared of you.
I'm scared of him.
Que horrifico! He's back! No, it's just me.
I have come to thank you with a pan flute concert.
Velma, I want you to take these back.
But It's time you knew.
Shaggy likes baggy.