Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated (2010) s01e19 Episode Script
Nightfright
[Gasps.]
[Growling.]
[Gasping.]
[Punches strike.]
[Thunder crashes.]
Darling, why did you go out there? I was hoping we could escape, make our way to Schaffhausen, find other humans, try to-- Shh.
Just rest.
I'll get a bandage.
No.
A zombie bite-- There's nothing that can be done for me now.
Already I feel myself changing, becoming like them! Don't say that.
You'll be fine.
We'll just use more antiseptic.
Raah! [Groans.]
Promise me.
Promise me you'll bolt the door and never let me in.
- No.
I-- - You can't let me in.
No matter how much I scream and wail, you mustn't let me in! No! You'll be fine.
You'll see.
[Groans.]
[Screams.]
Get out.
Get out! Bolt the door, now! - Raah! - Aah! [Shudders.]
I was just kidding before.
Seriously, I think I left the burners in the kitchen on.
Weena! - [Sobbing.]
- Let me in.
Let me in! [Pounding.]
Weena! [Knocking on door.]
Let me in.
Let me in! [Zombies groaning.]
[Knock on door.]
[Thunder crashes.]
- Yikes! - Yipe! Hello.
[Thunder crashes.]
Scooby-Dooby-Doo! [Crickets chirping.]
[Owl hoots.]
Like, don't eat our brains, Mr.
Zombie.
They're not very good.
[Zombies snarling.]
Whatever are you talking about? Oh.
Heh heh.
How charming.
You're watching one of my old pictures - Weena, let me in! - "Me, Zombie.
" Not a bad performance by myself, as I recall, but that actress was always forgetting her lines, and her breath reeked of scallions.
- Huh? - Huh? Like, I don't believe it.
You're Vincent Vanghoul.
The movie star.
In the flesh.
Congratulations, boys.
You won.
- Won what? - Won what? The "Have dinner with Vincent Vanghoul" essay contest.
Like, we entered months ago.
Heh heh.
I totally forgot.
Your essay was inspiring.
"Like, having dinner with, like, Vincent Vanghoul "at his house would be, like, the most coolest thing in, like, the whole, like, history of cool things, like.
" Rarely have words stirred me to such emotion.
Like, how 'bout that, Scooby, old pal? Out of thousands of entries, our essay was the best.
Well, there weren't exactly thousands, just 2, yours and one from an Eskimo boy who wrote the whole thing in Inuit.
Well, time to go.
Our chariot awaits.
I've been cooking all day.
We mustn't tarry.
I don't want the fondue to get lumpy.
Huh? Your chariot's a--a-- A hearse? I wouldn't be caught dead in anything else.
[Laughing wildly.]
[Wolf howls.]
I didn't know it was gonna rain.
Oh, it always rains at my house.
Special effects.
[Thunder crashes.]
I had it installed years ago.
I can't sleep a wink without it.
[Thunder crashes.]
[Both gasp.]
Blehh.
Hee hee hee hee.
Welcome to Casa de Ghoul.
Oh, dear.
I almost forgot.
[Playing organ.]
[Alarm ringing.]
[Alarm stops.]
[Creaks.]
We should be quite safe now.
Safe? From what? Mmm, stuff.
What's that? Did someone say, "fondue's ready"? I don't think so.
No, no.
I was just trying to lighten the--never mind.
Let's just eat.
This fonduey stuff is great.
[Gobbles.]
Delicious.
It's nice to share an enjoyable evening after all the strange things that have been happening around here.
Like what? I don't want to talk about it.
[Together.]
Mmm.
Ok.
Oh, very well.
A few days ago, I got the distinct impression that I wasn't alone in this house.
There are others here lurking in the shadows.
I know it sounds incredible, but somehow, somehow the monsters I've portrayed in my movies have come to life.
They're here in this house, alive! You don't know what it's been like living in fear that I'll open a door and-- [Growls.]
Aah! - Ohh! - Yipe! [Whimpers.]
Zoinks! It's the mutant bee from your movie, "The Mutant Bee"! [Buzzing.]
Run for your life! [Buzzing.]
Yaii! [Growls.]
It's Dr.
Phobos from "The Repellant Dr.
Phobos!" [Raspy breathing.]
Raah! Up the stairs! Quickly! - [Yelps.]
- [Laughing.]
[Saw whirring.]
It's Professor Jantzen from "The Castle of Gummy Discharge!" [Laughs.]
Uhh! We're trapped! [Buzzing.]
[Saw whirring.]
Isn't this scary? - Yeah! - Yeah! [Both whimpering.]
Heh heh.
Huh? Ohh! That wasn't supposed to happen.
Raah! [Buzzing.]
[Crack.]
Whaah! Unh.
Yaah! [Shudders.]
Whaah! Like, what movie is that thing from? I have no idea.
I am nightfright.
Time for you to die.
[Shuddering.]
[Thunder crashes.]
[Shuddering.]
[Growls.]
Yaii! [All whimper.]
Raah! Hurry, Scoob! [Snarling.]
[Whimpering.]
Hurry.
Raah! There were only supposed to be 3 monsters.
What are you talking about? The others were fake, actors.
I was just having a bit of fun with you, but this one-- [Snarling.]
Is real! Yaah! The closet.
This way.
It's a secret passage.
I had it built so I could scare my guests and get to the kitchen faster.
[Playing organ.]
[Buzzer.]
Invalid code? That's impossible! [Buzzer.]
Open up! We're trapped.
Bill, get us out here.
Help! Help! Like, who are you talking to? The director.
The director? There are cameras all over the house.
You're on my TV show.
[Together.]
Um, what TV show? "Ghoulish Dinners with Vincent Vanghoul.
" I make gourmet dinners for guests, then scare the niblets out of them.
Only, something's gone wrong! There's a real monster chasing us! Help! What is he doing? Why isn't he following the script? Maybe he's improvising.
Rahhr! I am nightfright.
Scream! Scream! Time for you to die! [All scream.]
The library! Rahhr! [Grunts.]
- Yipe! - Yipe! [Growls.]
What is that thing? Not one of the actors we hired.
Get them out of there! We can't.
The keypad to open the security doors is inside the house.
[Grunting.]
We're trapped, no way out, no way for anyone to get in and rescue us.
- I think I know who could try.
- Me, too.
[Together.]
Call mystery incorporated.
If you're as big a fan of Klezmer music as we are, then make a pledge [Telephone rings.]
And support this station.
[Klezmer music playing.]
Hello.
What?! [Owl hoots.]
This is ridiculous.
We've been waiting over 2 hours.
[Stomach gurgling.]
I'm starving.
I know.
I can hear your tummy gurgling.
For a second, I thought alien larva might have hatched in your belly.
[Cell phone rings.]
[Ring.]
Hello.
Ah, your table's ready.
Finally.
Holy smokes.
We'll be right there.
Come on, Daphne.
There's trouble.
But [Stomach gurgling.]
Your tummy's gurgling.
The creature stopped attacking just before you came.
It's hiding somewhere in the house.
We've tried to find it with the cameras, but-- You sure there's no way we can get in there? Place is sealed tighter than a red nose on a fat clown.
Maybe not.
I downloaded the house's building records from City Hall.
An electrical conduit runs from the basement, goes under the yard, and leads to an emergency generator.
It's a tight fit, but we might be able to crawl through.
I wouldn't do that.
All those cables, you could get electrocuted.
What do you know? You're just a P.
A.
Mind your own business.
Oh, and, uh, get me a doughnut.
Mmm.
A doughnut.
[Stomach gurgles.]
Well, we have to do something.
I say we give it a shot.
That's weird.
Looks like somebody's already opened up the access panel.
[Whimpering.]
It's back.
[Whimpering audible.]
Yikes! We better hurry.
We're comin', guys! [Snarling.]
Scoob! I am nightfright.
Scream.
Scream! Time for you to die.
Yaah! Huh? Uh-oh.
[Swallows.]
Yaah! Fred: Shaggy! Scooby! We're coming! You guys all right? Yeah.
We knew you'd find a way in.
We did? Like, no one told me.
Where is that thing? It fled when it heard you coming.
And a good thing, too, because all this excitement has made me need to tinkle.
All right, then.
Now's our chance.
[Gasps.]
I am nightfright.
Scream.
Scream.
Time for you-- My bedroom, it's our only hope.
For you to die! Raah! We're never going to make it out of here alive.
Never! Never! Ooh! [House creaking.]
I don't hear anything out there anymore.
Maybe it left.
It's toying with us.
It's the oldest trick in horror films.
The monster pretends to go away.
You open the door, and then it rips you to pieces! What have I done to deserve this? I was just trying to make a comeback, have people care about me again.
We care about you, Mr.
Vanghoul.
Only you and one lonely little Eskimo boy.
That's not true.
You are a big star.
You must be asked to be in movies all the time.
Nothing but bit parts in terrible pictures.
[Sighs.]
"Night of the Gassy Frog.
" They wanted me to play the role of gas.
[Gurgling.]
Aah! The creature's back! No.
It's just my stomach.
Happen to have anything to eat? 'Fraid not.
This one doesn't sound so bad.
"Scream, scream, time for you to die.
" Oh, yes.
Nightfright.
I remember that character.
I initially agreed to be in it, but I had to pull out when the reality TV show came up.
Wait a minute.
Read that again.
"Scream, scream, time for you to die.
" That's what that thing keeps saying.
Nightfright.
Same name of the monster in the script.
That's not all.
I've been watching the footage of the creature the director gave me.
Look at this.
Nothing unusual about that.
It's just trying to hit its mark for the camera.
All actors do that.
Only, it's not an actor.
Well, gang, time to find out what we're dealing with.
Hey, I can build a really cool trap out of all this stuff.
Trap? What are you talking about? We can't stay in here the rest of our lives.
We have to capture it.
That's what the hero in horror films says right before the creature rips him to pieces.
Absolutely not.
I forbid it, and that's final.
[Thunder crashes.]
It'll never work.
I'm too frightened.
That's just what it wants.
It keeps telling us to scream.
It wants us to be scared.
That's why you can't be.
Confuse it.
Act like there's nothing wrong.
Then lead it back here for the trap.
No.
No.
It'll never believe I'm not scared.
Mr.
Vanghoul, you are the best actor in the world.
It will believe it.
Thank you, Scooby.
Shaggy.
Good luck.
[Whimpers.]
I feel another tinkle coming on.
I think I already did.
- Eww.
- Eww.
Ahh! I am Nightfright.
Scream.
Scream.
Time for you to die! You're a trained thespian, Vincent.
Remember your craft.
Oh, hello there.
Nice to see you again.
Don't mind us.
We're just stretching our legs.
So I told Mr.
DeMille that if he wanted me to do the picture, then my part had to be rewritten.
I am Nightfright.
Yes.
So you said.
Excuse us.
DeMille was furious with me.
Did I care? No.
I stuck to my guns.
I am Nightfright! Scream! Scream! Oh, I'm going to have to charge you for that.
What do you say we head back? [Whimpers.]
Anyway, DeMille called my agent, threatened to fire me off the picture.
Can you imagine? [Snarls.]
[Upset.]
I am Nightfright! Please, don't interrupt.
It is rude.
So what did I do? I rewrote the whole thing myself.
I took it into DeMille's office - Can't you hear me? - Threw it on his desk - I'm Nightfright! - And demanded he read it - Scream.
I said scream! - Right then and there.
[Pleading.]
Scream! Well, long story short, he thought it was brilliant.
I am Nightfright! You again? Do me a favor.
Stand right here, would you? [Chuckles.]
Perfect.
Ohh! [Grunting.]
Got him! Ohh! I've never been more frightened in my life.
And I didn't tinkle.
I held it like a man.
You were brilliant.
[Together.]
The production assistant? No, it's not.
It's Argus Fentonpoof, the writer of "Scream, Scream, Time For You to Die.
" I'm both.
When you pulled out of the movie, they decided not to make it.
I went bankrupt.
I had to take a job as a production assistant.
But why have you done is? Well, by scaring you and everyone watching on TV, I was going to prove that nightfright deserved his own horror movie.
Right before you started filming, I hid my nightfright costume in a closet.
I used the conduit to sneak in and put the costume on.
I paid the other actors to pretend to be knocked out when I attacked.
Of course, I couldn't let anyone know that I was nightfright.
I had to sneak out every now and then and get everyone coffee.
Hold it right there.
I'm Harry Shnesle-Boysen, the executive producer of this show.
I've been watching the whole thing from my jacuzzi.
I'm blown away.
Not only is your reality show going to be a surefire hit, but I found your pathetic tale of lost dreams inspiring.
It's gonna make a great movie.
A movie, about me? Really? Heh.
Gee, uh, you know, none of this would have happened without you meddling kids.
Thanks.
All right, let's go.
Bye, everyone! See you on the big screen in 10 to 20 years.
Well, all's well that ends well.
Mr.
Ghoul, could I ask you a favor? [Stomach gurgles.]
Like, that's the first time Daphne's eaten more than us, huh, Scoob? Yeah.
Hee hee hee hee hee.
She really pigged out.
You know, I've been thinkin'.
How 'bout a TV show based around you kids' lives? You know, teenagers, they drive around in a van, build traps and solve mysteries, chase monsters and whatnots like that.
Oh, that'd be a huge hit.
We'd call it "Spooky Kids with a Dog.
" [Together.]
Nah.
I guess you're right.
Bad idea.
Who the heck would watch that? Whoa! [Buzzing.]
Did someone say, "dessert"? [Laughing wildly.]
[Laughing wildly together.]
[Giggles.]
[Growling.]
[Gasping.]
[Punches strike.]
[Thunder crashes.]
Darling, why did you go out there? I was hoping we could escape, make our way to Schaffhausen, find other humans, try to-- Shh.
Just rest.
I'll get a bandage.
No.
A zombie bite-- There's nothing that can be done for me now.
Already I feel myself changing, becoming like them! Don't say that.
You'll be fine.
We'll just use more antiseptic.
Raah! [Groans.]
Promise me.
Promise me you'll bolt the door and never let me in.
- No.
I-- - You can't let me in.
No matter how much I scream and wail, you mustn't let me in! No! You'll be fine.
You'll see.
[Groans.]
[Screams.]
Get out.
Get out! Bolt the door, now! - Raah! - Aah! [Shudders.]
I was just kidding before.
Seriously, I think I left the burners in the kitchen on.
Weena! - [Sobbing.]
- Let me in.
Let me in! [Pounding.]
Weena! [Knocking on door.]
Let me in.
Let me in! [Zombies groaning.]
[Knock on door.]
[Thunder crashes.]
- Yikes! - Yipe! Hello.
[Thunder crashes.]
Scooby-Dooby-Doo! [Crickets chirping.]
[Owl hoots.]
Like, don't eat our brains, Mr.
Zombie.
They're not very good.
[Zombies snarling.]
Whatever are you talking about? Oh.
Heh heh.
How charming.
You're watching one of my old pictures - Weena, let me in! - "Me, Zombie.
" Not a bad performance by myself, as I recall, but that actress was always forgetting her lines, and her breath reeked of scallions.
- Huh? - Huh? Like, I don't believe it.
You're Vincent Vanghoul.
The movie star.
In the flesh.
Congratulations, boys.
You won.
- Won what? - Won what? The "Have dinner with Vincent Vanghoul" essay contest.
Like, we entered months ago.
Heh heh.
I totally forgot.
Your essay was inspiring.
"Like, having dinner with, like, Vincent Vanghoul "at his house would be, like, the most coolest thing in, like, the whole, like, history of cool things, like.
" Rarely have words stirred me to such emotion.
Like, how 'bout that, Scooby, old pal? Out of thousands of entries, our essay was the best.
Well, there weren't exactly thousands, just 2, yours and one from an Eskimo boy who wrote the whole thing in Inuit.
Well, time to go.
Our chariot awaits.
I've been cooking all day.
We mustn't tarry.
I don't want the fondue to get lumpy.
Huh? Your chariot's a--a-- A hearse? I wouldn't be caught dead in anything else.
[Laughing wildly.]
[Wolf howls.]
I didn't know it was gonna rain.
Oh, it always rains at my house.
Special effects.
[Thunder crashes.]
I had it installed years ago.
I can't sleep a wink without it.
[Thunder crashes.]
[Both gasp.]
Blehh.
Hee hee hee hee.
Welcome to Casa de Ghoul.
Oh, dear.
I almost forgot.
[Playing organ.]
[Alarm ringing.]
[Alarm stops.]
[Creaks.]
We should be quite safe now.
Safe? From what? Mmm, stuff.
What's that? Did someone say, "fondue's ready"? I don't think so.
No, no.
I was just trying to lighten the--never mind.
Let's just eat.
This fonduey stuff is great.
[Gobbles.]
Delicious.
It's nice to share an enjoyable evening after all the strange things that have been happening around here.
Like what? I don't want to talk about it.
[Together.]
Mmm.
Ok.
Oh, very well.
A few days ago, I got the distinct impression that I wasn't alone in this house.
There are others here lurking in the shadows.
I know it sounds incredible, but somehow, somehow the monsters I've portrayed in my movies have come to life.
They're here in this house, alive! You don't know what it's been like living in fear that I'll open a door and-- [Growls.]
Aah! - Ohh! - Yipe! [Whimpers.]
Zoinks! It's the mutant bee from your movie, "The Mutant Bee"! [Buzzing.]
Run for your life! [Buzzing.]
Yaii! [Growls.]
It's Dr.
Phobos from "The Repellant Dr.
Phobos!" [Raspy breathing.]
Raah! Up the stairs! Quickly! - [Yelps.]
- [Laughing.]
[Saw whirring.]
It's Professor Jantzen from "The Castle of Gummy Discharge!" [Laughs.]
Uhh! We're trapped! [Buzzing.]
[Saw whirring.]
Isn't this scary? - Yeah! - Yeah! [Both whimpering.]
Heh heh.
Huh? Ohh! That wasn't supposed to happen.
Raah! [Buzzing.]
[Crack.]
Whaah! Unh.
Yaah! [Shudders.]
Whaah! Like, what movie is that thing from? I have no idea.
I am nightfright.
Time for you to die.
[Shuddering.]
[Thunder crashes.]
[Shuddering.]
[Growls.]
Yaii! [All whimper.]
Raah! Hurry, Scoob! [Snarling.]
[Whimpering.]
Hurry.
Raah! There were only supposed to be 3 monsters.
What are you talking about? The others were fake, actors.
I was just having a bit of fun with you, but this one-- [Snarling.]
Is real! Yaah! The closet.
This way.
It's a secret passage.
I had it built so I could scare my guests and get to the kitchen faster.
[Playing organ.]
[Buzzer.]
Invalid code? That's impossible! [Buzzer.]
Open up! We're trapped.
Bill, get us out here.
Help! Help! Like, who are you talking to? The director.
The director? There are cameras all over the house.
You're on my TV show.
[Together.]
Um, what TV show? "Ghoulish Dinners with Vincent Vanghoul.
" I make gourmet dinners for guests, then scare the niblets out of them.
Only, something's gone wrong! There's a real monster chasing us! Help! What is he doing? Why isn't he following the script? Maybe he's improvising.
Rahhr! I am nightfright.
Scream! Scream! Time for you to die! [All scream.]
The library! Rahhr! [Grunts.]
- Yipe! - Yipe! [Growls.]
What is that thing? Not one of the actors we hired.
Get them out of there! We can't.
The keypad to open the security doors is inside the house.
[Grunting.]
We're trapped, no way out, no way for anyone to get in and rescue us.
- I think I know who could try.
- Me, too.
[Together.]
Call mystery incorporated.
If you're as big a fan of Klezmer music as we are, then make a pledge [Telephone rings.]
And support this station.
[Klezmer music playing.]
Hello.
What?! [Owl hoots.]
This is ridiculous.
We've been waiting over 2 hours.
[Stomach gurgling.]
I'm starving.
I know.
I can hear your tummy gurgling.
For a second, I thought alien larva might have hatched in your belly.
[Cell phone rings.]
[Ring.]
Hello.
Ah, your table's ready.
Finally.
Holy smokes.
We'll be right there.
Come on, Daphne.
There's trouble.
But [Stomach gurgling.]
Your tummy's gurgling.
The creature stopped attacking just before you came.
It's hiding somewhere in the house.
We've tried to find it with the cameras, but-- You sure there's no way we can get in there? Place is sealed tighter than a red nose on a fat clown.
Maybe not.
I downloaded the house's building records from City Hall.
An electrical conduit runs from the basement, goes under the yard, and leads to an emergency generator.
It's a tight fit, but we might be able to crawl through.
I wouldn't do that.
All those cables, you could get electrocuted.
What do you know? You're just a P.
A.
Mind your own business.
Oh, and, uh, get me a doughnut.
Mmm.
A doughnut.
[Stomach gurgles.]
Well, we have to do something.
I say we give it a shot.
That's weird.
Looks like somebody's already opened up the access panel.
[Whimpering.]
It's back.
[Whimpering audible.]
Yikes! We better hurry.
We're comin', guys! [Snarling.]
Scoob! I am nightfright.
Scream.
Scream! Time for you to die.
Yaah! Huh? Uh-oh.
[Swallows.]
Yaah! Fred: Shaggy! Scooby! We're coming! You guys all right? Yeah.
We knew you'd find a way in.
We did? Like, no one told me.
Where is that thing? It fled when it heard you coming.
And a good thing, too, because all this excitement has made me need to tinkle.
All right, then.
Now's our chance.
[Gasps.]
I am nightfright.
Scream.
Scream.
Time for you-- My bedroom, it's our only hope.
For you to die! Raah! We're never going to make it out of here alive.
Never! Never! Ooh! [House creaking.]
I don't hear anything out there anymore.
Maybe it left.
It's toying with us.
It's the oldest trick in horror films.
The monster pretends to go away.
You open the door, and then it rips you to pieces! What have I done to deserve this? I was just trying to make a comeback, have people care about me again.
We care about you, Mr.
Vanghoul.
Only you and one lonely little Eskimo boy.
That's not true.
You are a big star.
You must be asked to be in movies all the time.
Nothing but bit parts in terrible pictures.
[Sighs.]
"Night of the Gassy Frog.
" They wanted me to play the role of gas.
[Gurgling.]
Aah! The creature's back! No.
It's just my stomach.
Happen to have anything to eat? 'Fraid not.
This one doesn't sound so bad.
"Scream, scream, time for you to die.
" Oh, yes.
Nightfright.
I remember that character.
I initially agreed to be in it, but I had to pull out when the reality TV show came up.
Wait a minute.
Read that again.
"Scream, scream, time for you to die.
" That's what that thing keeps saying.
Nightfright.
Same name of the monster in the script.
That's not all.
I've been watching the footage of the creature the director gave me.
Look at this.
Nothing unusual about that.
It's just trying to hit its mark for the camera.
All actors do that.
Only, it's not an actor.
Well, gang, time to find out what we're dealing with.
Hey, I can build a really cool trap out of all this stuff.
Trap? What are you talking about? We can't stay in here the rest of our lives.
We have to capture it.
That's what the hero in horror films says right before the creature rips him to pieces.
Absolutely not.
I forbid it, and that's final.
[Thunder crashes.]
It'll never work.
I'm too frightened.
That's just what it wants.
It keeps telling us to scream.
It wants us to be scared.
That's why you can't be.
Confuse it.
Act like there's nothing wrong.
Then lead it back here for the trap.
No.
No.
It'll never believe I'm not scared.
Mr.
Vanghoul, you are the best actor in the world.
It will believe it.
Thank you, Scooby.
Shaggy.
Good luck.
[Whimpers.]
I feel another tinkle coming on.
I think I already did.
- Eww.
- Eww.
Ahh! I am Nightfright.
Scream.
Scream.
Time for you to die! You're a trained thespian, Vincent.
Remember your craft.
Oh, hello there.
Nice to see you again.
Don't mind us.
We're just stretching our legs.
So I told Mr.
DeMille that if he wanted me to do the picture, then my part had to be rewritten.
I am Nightfright.
Yes.
So you said.
Excuse us.
DeMille was furious with me.
Did I care? No.
I stuck to my guns.
I am Nightfright! Scream! Scream! Oh, I'm going to have to charge you for that.
What do you say we head back? [Whimpers.]
Anyway, DeMille called my agent, threatened to fire me off the picture.
Can you imagine? [Snarls.]
[Upset.]
I am Nightfright! Please, don't interrupt.
It is rude.
So what did I do? I rewrote the whole thing myself.
I took it into DeMille's office - Can't you hear me? - Threw it on his desk - I'm Nightfright! - And demanded he read it - Scream.
I said scream! - Right then and there.
[Pleading.]
Scream! Well, long story short, he thought it was brilliant.
I am Nightfright! You again? Do me a favor.
Stand right here, would you? [Chuckles.]
Perfect.
Ohh! [Grunting.]
Got him! Ohh! I've never been more frightened in my life.
And I didn't tinkle.
I held it like a man.
You were brilliant.
[Together.]
The production assistant? No, it's not.
It's Argus Fentonpoof, the writer of "Scream, Scream, Time For You to Die.
" I'm both.
When you pulled out of the movie, they decided not to make it.
I went bankrupt.
I had to take a job as a production assistant.
But why have you done is? Well, by scaring you and everyone watching on TV, I was going to prove that nightfright deserved his own horror movie.
Right before you started filming, I hid my nightfright costume in a closet.
I used the conduit to sneak in and put the costume on.
I paid the other actors to pretend to be knocked out when I attacked.
Of course, I couldn't let anyone know that I was nightfright.
I had to sneak out every now and then and get everyone coffee.
Hold it right there.
I'm Harry Shnesle-Boysen, the executive producer of this show.
I've been watching the whole thing from my jacuzzi.
I'm blown away.
Not only is your reality show going to be a surefire hit, but I found your pathetic tale of lost dreams inspiring.
It's gonna make a great movie.
A movie, about me? Really? Heh.
Gee, uh, you know, none of this would have happened without you meddling kids.
Thanks.
All right, let's go.
Bye, everyone! See you on the big screen in 10 to 20 years.
Well, all's well that ends well.
Mr.
Ghoul, could I ask you a favor? [Stomach gurgles.]
Like, that's the first time Daphne's eaten more than us, huh, Scoob? Yeah.
Hee hee hee hee hee.
She really pigged out.
You know, I've been thinkin'.
How 'bout a TV show based around you kids' lives? You know, teenagers, they drive around in a van, build traps and solve mysteries, chase monsters and whatnots like that.
Oh, that'd be a huge hit.
We'd call it "Spooky Kids with a Dog.
" [Together.]
Nah.
I guess you're right.
Bad idea.
Who the heck would watch that? Whoa! [Buzzing.]
Did someone say, "dessert"? [Laughing wildly.]
[Laughing wildly together.]
[Giggles.]