Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated (2010) s01e09 Episode Script
Battle of the Humungonauts
⪠If my lips could only say the pretty words ⪠⪠that I feel in my heart ⪠⪠if my voice could make the sound ⪠⪠I would tell you how I love you ⪠⪠and we'd never be apart ⪠⪠but with just one look ⪠⪠into your face ⪠⪠my mind starts to drift right into space ⪠⪠and the words get stuck in my throat ⪠⪠the words get stuck in my throat ⪠You know, I got to hand it to you, Mayor.
Crystal Cove needed a trendy hot spot like the tiki tub, and you delivered.
The local hep cats are going to dig this crazy joint.
Just one more check on the to-do list that will turn Crystal Cove into the cultural/paranormal center of the world.
And let me congratulate you, sheriff, on how quiet things have been around town.
In the words of Abraham Lincoln, a quiet town is a place where people like to spend money.
⪠Stuck in my throat ⪠Thank you.
Thank you, everyone.
What? I sure hope you've got insurance, Mayor, because I want to see that again! Encore! Encore! - Scooby-Dooby-Doo! Raggy? Raggy? Folks, are you worried about terrible things happening to you and the ones you love and not being able to pay for them? Then call the Max Minner Insurance Agency.
Ohh, there you are.
Oops.
Sorry, Harry.
Didn't mean to wake you.
Raggy! Raggy? Hoo hoo! Cut that out! Uh-oh.
I'll save you, Raggy! Scooby-Doo to the rescue! Oof! - Zoinks! Did Scooby just - Oh, yeah.
- Huh? - Ouch! My glasses are caught in your hair! Oh, uh, like, it's not what you think, old pal.
Velma and me were just doing a staring contest, - right, Velma? - Right.
Huh! You see? Stop it, Shaggy.
I'm not stupid.
Are you cheating on me? Huh! Cheating? Like, that is just that's crazy talk, Scooby-Doo.
Cheating? Huh! Please.
I mean, you're my dog.
Raggy! No! I mean Scoob, old pal of mine, um, I care for both of you equally.
Oh, really? Yes, really.
Like, help me out here.
No, I will not help you out here.
Why don't you tell Scooby what's really going on between you and me? - Yeah, tell me.
- Oh, boy.
Well, Scoob, um, it's kind of like this.
On a kind of, sort of, semi-official basis, me and Velma are, like, kind of, sort of spending more time together than you and me.
You got it? Oh, brother.
- Uh-oh.
It's me, isn't it? I said something that hurt his feelings, didn't I? It's not you, Fred.
Scooby's just being a big baby.
- Hmm? - Right, Shaggy? Uh, if by big baby, you mean the best darn grown-up pup ever, then yes, absolutely.
Well, here we are.
I guess we should get out.
Or not.
It's a pretty good view from here.
Gave him the best years of my life.
Wow.
This place really got worked.
Oh, boy.
I'll say.
Hoo! Flat as a pancake.
And speaking of pancakes, oh, boy.
I sure could go for a big stack covered with clams and syrup at the clam cabin, right, Scoob? Choke on it.
Well, well, look what the talking dog dragged in.
We're just here to help, Sheriff.
Help not needed here.
No.
This was just your normal, everyday nightclub stuff.
And so, skedaddle.
From what we've heard, whatever did this was big, green, and hairy, but definitely not normal.
I just hope that thing sticks around and does some more stomping.
I could use the business.
Got any theories on what kind of beast did this, sheriff? Maybe I do.
Maybe I don't.
Ok! I do.
Way I see it, the beast can only be a completely new and as-yet undiscovered monster, and as the beast discoverer, I have decided to call it a humongonaut, from the Latin term for big and hairy space traveler.
Space traveler? The green fur is the main clue.
It's them outer space gamma rays.
I'll tell you what We're lucky there's only one.
Can you imagine if two of those ding-dang beasties showed up? Zoinks! Like, it's a red one! Well, so much for luck.
⪠The words get stuck in my throat ⪠Yes, yes, yes, my babies.
That was Crystal Cove's very own Trinny Lee with her new smash hit "The Words Get Stuck in My Throat.
" Angel Dynamite's going to be back right after this brief commercial message.
Ka-boom, babies.
Hey, Crystal Cove! If you need insurance, you need to talk to Jax Minner, your insurance specialist! So a pair of beast men attack the town, and you kids are moping? What's up, huh? This kind of stuff usually gets y'all all hot and bothered.
I'll tell you what's up.
We need to clean up our emotional before we can start acting like a team again.
Our family always has a pow wow when we have problems.
- A pow wow? - For instance, every time mother starts sleeping in the back yard tree house, we hire a doctor or somebody else with authority to help us work things out.
Then we lock her away for a few months.
That's a great idea, Daph.
Omg! Would you help us, Angel? Sorry, babies.
Y'all need to get someone who's qualified to help folks in trouble, 'cause I'm only good at 2 things spinnin' records and being a stone cold fox.
I think I know just the man.
Like, Mayor dad's home decor always gives us the creeps.
- Right, Scooby-Doo? - Hmmph! Well, that will be our pow wow man.
Where do I set up my smoker? You got Sheriff Stone to be the counselor for our help session? Help session? I I got 40 pounds of maple-cured pork in the cruiser.
You said this was a barbecue.
I was going to make bacon hats.
Sorry, sheriff.
It was the only way I could think of to get you to help us out.
Fred, Fred, Fred.
If you weren't my boss' son, I would not hesitate to make you disappear Forever.
I believe you.
Ugh.
All right.
Let's get this freak show over with.
It took 3 clips and a flame thrower to bring her down.
But let me tell you, old miss Percy's cat never went in that tree again.
Would you please tell me how this is supposed to help us? Help you? Oh, yeah.
Uh, let's see.
Uh, my advice is that you should all leave town and go your separate ways.
Not buying it, huh? Well, what can I say? I tried.
I've had just enough of this silliness.
We all know the reason we're having trouble as a group, and it's spelled s-h-a-g-g-y.
G g Oh.
That's me.
Man up and make up your mind.
Is it going to be me or Scooby? Yeah, me or Velma? I'll be ok with whatever you decide, but don't you doubt for a second that the whole school will know that you picked a dumb dog over a real girl.
Yeah, a dumb dog over Huh? Hold on, gang.
Before anyone outs Shaggy, I just might have another solution.
You see, the way I'm looking at it, we need a group identity a name.
I suggest we honor those that came before us.
Mystery, Incorporated.
And to go with our new name, Team Uniforms! Oh, boy, Fred.
These are certainly unique.
Thanks, Daph.
I'm pretty proud of them, myself.
Get dressed, everybody.
We've got some humongonauts to catch.
We may not know where the humongonauts are coming from, but we sure know who's making money from all their destruction.
That's right, girlie.
I'm making so much money these days, I'm thinking of making them humongo-whatsits partners in my company.
Rimshot! Ba-doom-kshh! If that doesn't make him sound guilty, I don't know what does.
It appears we have our suspect.
Uh, I'm still here, you know.
Oh! Sorry.
Ok, gang, remember Our goal is to go in, find proof that Rusty Gnales is behind the humongonaut attacks, and then, get out.
Huh? - Hmmph! - Oh! Hmmph! Hmmph! Whoa! Look, Scooby-Doo, I know that we're fighting, but this no-eye-contact thingy is getting a bit dangerous.
Oh, ok.
One eye, but no more.
- Zoinks! - Aah! Look out, gang! Aah! What in plantation is going on out here? Oh! - Run! Phew! Like, that was a little too close.
You can say that again.
- That - Don't.
I guess this means you're not a suspect after all, Mr.
Gnales.
Gee, you really think so? That didn't go very well.
And now, we don't even have a suspect.
Hey, folks, need insurance? For all of your insurance needs, be a winner contact Max Minner, the best in the biz.
Hello! Mr.
E.
! Are you interested in a riddle that might help you solve your mystery? Like, couldn't you just give us the answer instead? It'd be a lot easier that way.
Now, what would be the fun in that? To solve the mystery, do as follows Open your eyes and look for the signs that are all around you.
Open your ears, and you'll add to your knowledge.
Open your minds, and you'll ensure a speedy solution.
- Rat's rit? - Yes, "rat's rit.
" Good luck.
Yes, Max Minner is your very own insurance pro.
Does anyone have the slightest clue of what Mr.
E.
was talking about? Dad, those humongonaut things that that's a trademarked name there.
Remember that.
Are super dangerous.
You need to do something.
And something I shall do.
Isn't that right, sheriff? Right you are, Mr.
Mayor.
Uh, that's for my official portrait.
Next picture.
Like, dude, you're going to make a giant bowl of salad? Cork it! Behold Operation: Catch a humongonaut by the toe.
See, the title is based on the old eeny-meany-miny Yeah, we get it.
What's the plan? We fill Crystal Cove stadium with lots of valuable loot and invite the beast there to stomp it.
- How is that going to work? - Yeah! That plan's worse than something me and Scoob would come up with.
- Right, buddy? - Yeah! I mean, grr! Hmmph! We don't have all of the details worked out, but the important thing to remember is all of the cash money we'll be pulling in from selling tickets to our trap.
Trap? You mean you're building a trap without me? My own father? How could you! Freddy! Oh, buckets of bear bait, it's just business.
You kids going to a costume party? No.
That's too bad, because you all look ridiculous.
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to the stomping today.
The management would like to remind you that at no time are they liable for any bodily injury that might occur from a humongonaut hurling a high-ticket item into the stands.
Enjoy the show, and please, scream responsibly.
- Go big red! - Go big green! Big red! Like, ok, ok.
That's enough of that.
Although I guess I should be happy that you're sort of talking to each other.
Hmmph! - Look at that! - Is it a humongonaut? No, they're using 40 test for their ledger line, but only 30 pound weights on the jig? You got to be kidding me.
These guys are amateurs.
Now, that's interesting.
What's interesting? When I started marking off the site of each attack, a pattern emerged.
The beasts are only attacking certain buildings.
But what do they have in common? Like, that's as hard to figure out as one of Mr.
E.
's riddles.
Shaggy, you're a genius.
"Open your ears, and you'll add to your knowledge.
" "Open your eyes, and look for the signs.
" "Open your minds, and you'll ensure a speedy solution.
" Ads.
Signs.
Insure.
Gang, I think we're close to solving this mystery, and it's not going to happen here.
That's a relief.
I just saw a deputy try to bait a bow net with a sparrow.
Hello, loser! Everyone knows you're supposed to use a pigeon.
Is everything set, Velma? Yes.
If all goes as planned, the humongonauts' next target should be this old, abandoned boat repair shop.
And when they go to attack it Boom! We spring the trap! Zoinks! They're coming! Come on, gang.
Let's hide.
Come on, big green! Go get 'em! Go big red! Go big red! Hit it, Fred! One of your traps actually worked! You don't have to act so darn surprised about it.
So they didn't show! I don't see why we couldn't just seize the ticket money as evidence.
Prancing piccolos, Fred.
One of your traps actually worked! Greetings, big and hairy space travelers.
As a representative of planet earth, I welcome you.
I'm afraid these two aren't space travelers, sheriff.
I'd like to introduce Max Minner and Jax Minner.
It's the Minner brothers? They've been taking care of all of Crystal Cove's insurance needs for years.
But how did you know they'd both show up here? All I did was double insure the boat repair shop with a policy from both brothers.
You see, each brother was only attacking the places the other brother insured.
- But why? - Why do you think? Money.
And the fact that we can't stand each other.
Oh, yeah.
That, too.
This intense dislike started back when we were circus strongmen.
We had just come up with a great idea for our act, the Hercules apes Humongonauts is catchier.
When this jerk decides to break up our act and join a rival circus.
Huh! You were just jealous.
We became bitter enemies who, as chance would have it, both went into the insurance business here in Crystal Cove.
After that, we each focused on the same thing Destroying each other's business.
And it would have worked, too, if it weren't for My meddling brother! What? Why, you Mystery solved.
I'd just like to take this opportunity to point out that the gang seems to be working as a team again.
Go us! It's teamwork that makes a team a team, not that other junk.
Like uniforms? Uh, um I guess so.
But the uniforms didn't hurt, right, team? Oh, man.
All right.
Maybe the new name is enough.
Well, we may have solved the mystery, but there's still one more question that needs to be answered.
Right, Scooby? That's right, Relma.
Like, um Ooh, what question would that be? Come on, Shaggy.
Make up your mind Me or Scooby? Um Like, it's a blue humongonaut! Run for your lives! - Shaggy! - Raggy! Can't talk now! Maybe tomorrow! Hoo-hoo-hoo!
Crystal Cove needed a trendy hot spot like the tiki tub, and you delivered.
The local hep cats are going to dig this crazy joint.
Just one more check on the to-do list that will turn Crystal Cove into the cultural/paranormal center of the world.
And let me congratulate you, sheriff, on how quiet things have been around town.
In the words of Abraham Lincoln, a quiet town is a place where people like to spend money.
⪠Stuck in my throat ⪠Thank you.
Thank you, everyone.
What? I sure hope you've got insurance, Mayor, because I want to see that again! Encore! Encore! - Scooby-Dooby-Doo! Raggy? Raggy? Folks, are you worried about terrible things happening to you and the ones you love and not being able to pay for them? Then call the Max Minner Insurance Agency.
Ohh, there you are.
Oops.
Sorry, Harry.
Didn't mean to wake you.
Raggy! Raggy? Hoo hoo! Cut that out! Uh-oh.
I'll save you, Raggy! Scooby-Doo to the rescue! Oof! - Zoinks! Did Scooby just - Oh, yeah.
- Huh? - Ouch! My glasses are caught in your hair! Oh, uh, like, it's not what you think, old pal.
Velma and me were just doing a staring contest, - right, Velma? - Right.
Huh! You see? Stop it, Shaggy.
I'm not stupid.
Are you cheating on me? Huh! Cheating? Like, that is just that's crazy talk, Scooby-Doo.
Cheating? Huh! Please.
I mean, you're my dog.
Raggy! No! I mean Scoob, old pal of mine, um, I care for both of you equally.
Oh, really? Yes, really.
Like, help me out here.
No, I will not help you out here.
Why don't you tell Scooby what's really going on between you and me? - Yeah, tell me.
- Oh, boy.
Well, Scoob, um, it's kind of like this.
On a kind of, sort of, semi-official basis, me and Velma are, like, kind of, sort of spending more time together than you and me.
You got it? Oh, brother.
- Uh-oh.
It's me, isn't it? I said something that hurt his feelings, didn't I? It's not you, Fred.
Scooby's just being a big baby.
- Hmm? - Right, Shaggy? Uh, if by big baby, you mean the best darn grown-up pup ever, then yes, absolutely.
Well, here we are.
I guess we should get out.
Or not.
It's a pretty good view from here.
Gave him the best years of my life.
Wow.
This place really got worked.
Oh, boy.
I'll say.
Hoo! Flat as a pancake.
And speaking of pancakes, oh, boy.
I sure could go for a big stack covered with clams and syrup at the clam cabin, right, Scoob? Choke on it.
Well, well, look what the talking dog dragged in.
We're just here to help, Sheriff.
Help not needed here.
No.
This was just your normal, everyday nightclub stuff.
And so, skedaddle.
From what we've heard, whatever did this was big, green, and hairy, but definitely not normal.
I just hope that thing sticks around and does some more stomping.
I could use the business.
Got any theories on what kind of beast did this, sheriff? Maybe I do.
Maybe I don't.
Ok! I do.
Way I see it, the beast can only be a completely new and as-yet undiscovered monster, and as the beast discoverer, I have decided to call it a humongonaut, from the Latin term for big and hairy space traveler.
Space traveler? The green fur is the main clue.
It's them outer space gamma rays.
I'll tell you what We're lucky there's only one.
Can you imagine if two of those ding-dang beasties showed up? Zoinks! Like, it's a red one! Well, so much for luck.
⪠The words get stuck in my throat ⪠Yes, yes, yes, my babies.
That was Crystal Cove's very own Trinny Lee with her new smash hit "The Words Get Stuck in My Throat.
" Angel Dynamite's going to be back right after this brief commercial message.
Ka-boom, babies.
Hey, Crystal Cove! If you need insurance, you need to talk to Jax Minner, your insurance specialist! So a pair of beast men attack the town, and you kids are moping? What's up, huh? This kind of stuff usually gets y'all all hot and bothered.
I'll tell you what's up.
We need to clean up our emotional before we can start acting like a team again.
Our family always has a pow wow when we have problems.
- A pow wow? - For instance, every time mother starts sleeping in the back yard tree house, we hire a doctor or somebody else with authority to help us work things out.
Then we lock her away for a few months.
That's a great idea, Daph.
Omg! Would you help us, Angel? Sorry, babies.
Y'all need to get someone who's qualified to help folks in trouble, 'cause I'm only good at 2 things spinnin' records and being a stone cold fox.
I think I know just the man.
Like, Mayor dad's home decor always gives us the creeps.
- Right, Scooby-Doo? - Hmmph! Well, that will be our pow wow man.
Where do I set up my smoker? You got Sheriff Stone to be the counselor for our help session? Help session? I I got 40 pounds of maple-cured pork in the cruiser.
You said this was a barbecue.
I was going to make bacon hats.
Sorry, sheriff.
It was the only way I could think of to get you to help us out.
Fred, Fred, Fred.
If you weren't my boss' son, I would not hesitate to make you disappear Forever.
I believe you.
Ugh.
All right.
Let's get this freak show over with.
It took 3 clips and a flame thrower to bring her down.
But let me tell you, old miss Percy's cat never went in that tree again.
Would you please tell me how this is supposed to help us? Help you? Oh, yeah.
Uh, let's see.
Uh, my advice is that you should all leave town and go your separate ways.
Not buying it, huh? Well, what can I say? I tried.
I've had just enough of this silliness.
We all know the reason we're having trouble as a group, and it's spelled s-h-a-g-g-y.
G g Oh.
That's me.
Man up and make up your mind.
Is it going to be me or Scooby? Yeah, me or Velma? I'll be ok with whatever you decide, but don't you doubt for a second that the whole school will know that you picked a dumb dog over a real girl.
Yeah, a dumb dog over Huh? Hold on, gang.
Before anyone outs Shaggy, I just might have another solution.
You see, the way I'm looking at it, we need a group identity a name.
I suggest we honor those that came before us.
Mystery, Incorporated.
And to go with our new name, Team Uniforms! Oh, boy, Fred.
These are certainly unique.
Thanks, Daph.
I'm pretty proud of them, myself.
Get dressed, everybody.
We've got some humongonauts to catch.
We may not know where the humongonauts are coming from, but we sure know who's making money from all their destruction.
That's right, girlie.
I'm making so much money these days, I'm thinking of making them humongo-whatsits partners in my company.
Rimshot! Ba-doom-kshh! If that doesn't make him sound guilty, I don't know what does.
It appears we have our suspect.
Uh, I'm still here, you know.
Oh! Sorry.
Ok, gang, remember Our goal is to go in, find proof that Rusty Gnales is behind the humongonaut attacks, and then, get out.
Huh? - Hmmph! - Oh! Hmmph! Hmmph! Whoa! Look, Scooby-Doo, I know that we're fighting, but this no-eye-contact thingy is getting a bit dangerous.
Oh, ok.
One eye, but no more.
- Zoinks! - Aah! Look out, gang! Aah! What in plantation is going on out here? Oh! - Run! Phew! Like, that was a little too close.
You can say that again.
- That - Don't.
I guess this means you're not a suspect after all, Mr.
Gnales.
Gee, you really think so? That didn't go very well.
And now, we don't even have a suspect.
Hey, folks, need insurance? For all of your insurance needs, be a winner contact Max Minner, the best in the biz.
Hello! Mr.
E.
! Are you interested in a riddle that might help you solve your mystery? Like, couldn't you just give us the answer instead? It'd be a lot easier that way.
Now, what would be the fun in that? To solve the mystery, do as follows Open your eyes and look for the signs that are all around you.
Open your ears, and you'll add to your knowledge.
Open your minds, and you'll ensure a speedy solution.
- Rat's rit? - Yes, "rat's rit.
" Good luck.
Yes, Max Minner is your very own insurance pro.
Does anyone have the slightest clue of what Mr.
E.
was talking about? Dad, those humongonaut things that that's a trademarked name there.
Remember that.
Are super dangerous.
You need to do something.
And something I shall do.
Isn't that right, sheriff? Right you are, Mr.
Mayor.
Uh, that's for my official portrait.
Next picture.
Like, dude, you're going to make a giant bowl of salad? Cork it! Behold Operation: Catch a humongonaut by the toe.
See, the title is based on the old eeny-meany-miny Yeah, we get it.
What's the plan? We fill Crystal Cove stadium with lots of valuable loot and invite the beast there to stomp it.
- How is that going to work? - Yeah! That plan's worse than something me and Scoob would come up with.
- Right, buddy? - Yeah! I mean, grr! Hmmph! We don't have all of the details worked out, but the important thing to remember is all of the cash money we'll be pulling in from selling tickets to our trap.
Trap? You mean you're building a trap without me? My own father? How could you! Freddy! Oh, buckets of bear bait, it's just business.
You kids going to a costume party? No.
That's too bad, because you all look ridiculous.
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to the stomping today.
The management would like to remind you that at no time are they liable for any bodily injury that might occur from a humongonaut hurling a high-ticket item into the stands.
Enjoy the show, and please, scream responsibly.
- Go big red! - Go big green! Big red! Like, ok, ok.
That's enough of that.
Although I guess I should be happy that you're sort of talking to each other.
Hmmph! - Look at that! - Is it a humongonaut? No, they're using 40 test for their ledger line, but only 30 pound weights on the jig? You got to be kidding me.
These guys are amateurs.
Now, that's interesting.
What's interesting? When I started marking off the site of each attack, a pattern emerged.
The beasts are only attacking certain buildings.
But what do they have in common? Like, that's as hard to figure out as one of Mr.
E.
's riddles.
Shaggy, you're a genius.
"Open your ears, and you'll add to your knowledge.
" "Open your eyes, and look for the signs.
" "Open your minds, and you'll ensure a speedy solution.
" Ads.
Signs.
Insure.
Gang, I think we're close to solving this mystery, and it's not going to happen here.
That's a relief.
I just saw a deputy try to bait a bow net with a sparrow.
Hello, loser! Everyone knows you're supposed to use a pigeon.
Is everything set, Velma? Yes.
If all goes as planned, the humongonauts' next target should be this old, abandoned boat repair shop.
And when they go to attack it Boom! We spring the trap! Zoinks! They're coming! Come on, gang.
Let's hide.
Come on, big green! Go get 'em! Go big red! Go big red! Hit it, Fred! One of your traps actually worked! You don't have to act so darn surprised about it.
So they didn't show! I don't see why we couldn't just seize the ticket money as evidence.
Prancing piccolos, Fred.
One of your traps actually worked! Greetings, big and hairy space travelers.
As a representative of planet earth, I welcome you.
I'm afraid these two aren't space travelers, sheriff.
I'd like to introduce Max Minner and Jax Minner.
It's the Minner brothers? They've been taking care of all of Crystal Cove's insurance needs for years.
But how did you know they'd both show up here? All I did was double insure the boat repair shop with a policy from both brothers.
You see, each brother was only attacking the places the other brother insured.
- But why? - Why do you think? Money.
And the fact that we can't stand each other.
Oh, yeah.
That, too.
This intense dislike started back when we were circus strongmen.
We had just come up with a great idea for our act, the Hercules apes Humongonauts is catchier.
When this jerk decides to break up our act and join a rival circus.
Huh! You were just jealous.
We became bitter enemies who, as chance would have it, both went into the insurance business here in Crystal Cove.
After that, we each focused on the same thing Destroying each other's business.
And it would have worked, too, if it weren't for My meddling brother! What? Why, you Mystery solved.
I'd just like to take this opportunity to point out that the gang seems to be working as a team again.
Go us! It's teamwork that makes a team a team, not that other junk.
Like uniforms? Uh, um I guess so.
But the uniforms didn't hurt, right, team? Oh, man.
All right.
Maybe the new name is enough.
Well, we may have solved the mystery, but there's still one more question that needs to be answered.
Right, Scooby? That's right, Relma.
Like, um Ooh, what question would that be? Come on, Shaggy.
Make up your mind Me or Scooby? Um Like, it's a blue humongonaut! Run for your lives! - Shaggy! - Raggy! Can't talk now! Maybe tomorrow! Hoo-hoo-hoo!