Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated (2010) s01e24 Episode Script

Then a system of *** connected to a counterweight, loop through that tree and flag pole.
We'll drag that hotdog cart - Hotdogs? - Stay with me, Scoob.
- Nobody's with you, Fred.
- It is a pretty complicated trap.
That's exactly why it'll work.
Sometimes, it's like I'm all alone out here.
Zoinks! Ha ha! It's the piranha-goat! And we've got him right where we want him.
Hey, what's wrong with this thing? Fred, he's getting away! Going somewhere, piranha-goat? Bu-uh-uh-sted.
Good thing Sheriff Stone showed up.
Well, you're darn tootin'.
I've told you kids a thousand times, you leave the crime busting to the crime-busters.
Piranha-goat, you're coming with me.
Huh? - Ooh, my trap's working.
- Uh-oh.
Told you it would work.
La-aay-ter.
Huh? See you around, Sheriff.
It can't be.
Dead justice He's returned.
Scooby-dooby-doo! Sheriff, who is this Dead Justice guy? Only the greatest lawman ever to clean up the streets of crystal cove.
And my number 3 personal hero, right behind myself and the mayor.
Hmm.
Never heard of him.
He's been dead for over 100 years.
Well, that's probably why.
Ick.
Oystery shells.
The seafood littering in this town is out of control.
Ugh.
Am I swelling from my allergies, Fred? Daphne, to me, you can never look too swollen.
It's a good thing he showed up when he did.
Piranha-goat almost got away with the plans for crystal cove's water supply.
Yeah.
Ho ho! If he had succeeded in destroying the town's water, like, we may never have bathed again.
We don't bathe now.
Like, quiet, scoob.
Oh.
What could be so important as to lure crystal cove's most famous lawman back from the great beyond? Oh, I don't know.
Maybe he's here to actually try and solve some crimes.
No, that can't be it.
Heck, I've won the crimey, crystal cove's crimestopper of the year award, 27 times.
There's only one lawman here, and his name is Sheriff Bronson Stone.
Ohh.
- Aah! Aah! - Hey, what the Oof! And I'll say it again.
If I haven't already friended you, it's not going to happen, so please stop with the poking.
Hey, Sheriff.
Now, don't be nervous.
This is going to be your year.
I can feel it.
Bucky, I'm not nervous.
Every year is my year.
I just want to get this over with so I can catch a movie.
You want to see a movie? Check this out.
I made you a little flipbook to commemorate today.
Spoiler alert you win the award again.
Bucky, go get me some cotton candy.
Oh, yes sir, Sheriff.
I'll make sure it's extra Fluffy! Think maybe we'll be up there someday winning a crimey? Not a doubt, Freddy.
I believe in you.
Always have.
My fellow crystal covians.
Thank you for coming out for the 215th crimestopper of the year awards.
May I have the envelope, please? And this year's crimestopper of the year is Dead justice! Like, I didn't even know he was eligible.
You know, being dead and all.
I'm speechless.
Trophies is for sissy folk.
I'm just doing my job, which is more than I can say for useless Sheriff Stone.
I ain't in this game for a pat on the back.
I'm in it for justice! Hi-ho, Greg! His horse's name is Greg? Forget crime stopping.
Frolicking milk-made peanuts, that is showstopping! Mayor! You can't give the award to him! He ain't even alive! Never stopped me from giving it to you before.
That was a joke at your expense.
Sheriff! I got your cotton candy! Did you win? What is going on with these oyster shells? This is a parking lot, not a raw bar! Hmm.
These are just like the ones we found in front of city hall.
Something smells fishy.
Uh, guys? Where'd you get those? Like, from that dude in the white Jean jacket.
Who is that? Ahh, he's a local crime nut who calls himself the night ranger.
He writes a blog about how much he doesn't like me.
The feeling is mutual, but I, unlike that weirdo, keep my blogs to myself.
Does anything about that guy strike you as odd? So many things.
So, like, if this night ranger turns out to have something to do with Dead Justice, does that mean we have to give back our oysters? No way.
Finders keepers.
Maybe you can ask him yourself.
Look.
Didn't anyone ever tell you that curiosity can get you dead? I'm the only lawman in crystal cove.
Stop your snooping.
And what if we don't? Then the next time I see you, I shoot to kill.
Come on, gang.
I think it's time we had a little chat with Sheriff Stone.
Are you sure about this? Sheriff Stone doesn't exactly like us.
We don't have a choice.
He's the biggest Dead Justice fan in town.
Hold it right there.
What do you trespassers want? We're here to see the Sheriff.
Sheriff's in bed.
It's about Dead Justice.
We think somebody is trying to make the Sheriff look bad.
Hey, that's what I've been telling him.
Sheriff, you got visitors.
Who is it? Bunch of teenagers and a dog.
Tell them to go away.
Sheriff Bronson Stone, mind your manners.
So sorry about this.
He's been a cranky-pants ever since he didn't win this year's crimey.
Mom! Play nice.
What do you want? We need you to tell us everything you know about Dead Justice.
What's the point? I mean, when your hero thinks you're the worst lawman in the history of crystal cove, there isn't much more to say.
But as long as you're here, I guess I should start at the beginning.
Before Dead Justice came to town, crystal cove was a den of iniquity and lawlessness.
And injustice reigned.
Well, then, one day, a left-handed gunslinger named iron will Williamson rode into crystal cove.
Iron will decided right then and there that he was going to clean up this town, no matter what.
Townsfolk made him Sheriff and gave him the nickname Dead Justice.
But there was one Thorn Dead Justice just couldn't get out of his side.
His name was nitro wizinski.
Dead justice vowed he would go to the ends of the earth to bring nitro down.
And that's exactly what he did.
Dead justice slapped the cuffs on nitro as they both sank into a lake of molten fire.
And that was the last anyone ever saw of Dead Justice.
Until now.
Just had to bring that up again, didn't you? Wait.
Dead justice was a lefty? Uh, duh.
Everyone knows that.
It's Dead Justice 101.
Well, the ghost who just shot at us fired with his right hand.
Then that ain't no real Dead Justice.
Or my name isn't Sheriff Bronson Stone! Doesn't the night ranger shuck with his right hand? Hmm.
Scooby-doo's right.
Then let's go check him out.
I call shotgun! What? But the front seat is my special place beside Fred.
All right.
Let's split up and look for clues.
- Ouch.
- Ooh! Stupid chin-up bar.
Jeepers.
This guy is really into mankinis.
Like, dudes, what's with all this hay? - Horses eat hay.
- Dead justice has a horse.
Night ranger.
Quick, everybody.
Hide.
Ugh.
Why did he have to take his shirt off? At least we know what the hay was for.
Doesn't matter.
Night ranger's Dead Justice.
I'm sure of it.
No, he ain't.
Yes, he is.
- No, he ain't! - Yes, he is.
Zoinks! Hoo-hoo! Like, no he ain't! I warned ya.
Now, I'm going to kill you.
Sheriff Stone, you're the worst lawman this side of heaven and Hades.
And trust me, I've been to both.
Now, that's just mean.
Time to hand over your badge.
Guys, run! Night ranger! You saved us! Doesn't say much, does he? He must save it all for his blog.
Stupid blog.
Where did Dead Justice go? Dimpled Panamanian gargoyles, Fred.
What is going on? Dad, what are you doing here? Well, I was looking for the Sheriff, actually.
Have you changed your mind about the crimey? - Better.
You're fired.
- What? No, no, no.
I'm not finished.
Effective immediately, dead justice will be heading up the crystal cove p.
D.
But it isn't Sheriff Stone's fault.
Dead justice is the bad guy here.
I'll be taking that badge.
You can take my badge, but I'll always be Sheriff Bronson Stone, as it's my name that my mama gave me when I was born.
Wait.
Like, your first name is Sheriff? Mama, she planned ahead, and this is going to break her teeny, tiny heart.
Sheriff Stone, wait! Hi-ho, Greg! Mayor Jones, you're making a mistake.
I don't think so.
Do you know how much I have to pay our new dead Sheriff? Nothing.
Ghosts don't need money.
It's politics 101.
I'm going to save a fortune on healthcare, bullets, bloodstain removal.
This is unfair.
We owe it to the Sheriff to solve this mystery.
Bucky, do you know where we could find the Sheriff? His mom said he would be here.
I wasn't supposed to tell anyone this, but Sheriff Stone took a new job at the clam cabin.
- That's perfect! - Ahh.
Like, I'm way starving.
What would you say to a banana and clam kebab, scoob? I'd say nice to eat you.
Oh.
Oh, boy.
We'll take the stuff to Sheriff Stone.
Thanks.
I have to get this office ready for Dead Justice I mean, Sheriff justice.
Just back away slowly.
If the night ranger isn't Dead Justice, then who is? Time to come up with a new list of suspects.
Guys, I think I found something.
Does that mean we don't get to go to the clam cabin? No, it means we need to get there fast.
Sheriff! No one here by that name.
I'm baghead, the new assistant shucker.
Something I can shuck for you kids? Dead justice is a fraud, and we can prove it.
But we need Sheriff Stone's help.
Know where we can find him? It's me, guys, Sheriff Bronson Stone.
Like, no kidding.
You really think we can prove who's behind this Dead Justice business? Yep, and I know how.
Huh? Nobody robs a bank in my town and gets away with it.
Nice to see you again, Dead Justice.
It can't be.
Nitro wizinski? But you're dead.
Yeah? Well, so are you.
What's the matter, Dead Justice? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Get away from me! Whoa! Not so tough now, is ya? Whoa! Oof! You're busted, dude.
Not yet.
He's getting away! Relax.
I got this.
Oh, you got to be kidding me.
Time to reveal who Dead Justice really is.
Deputy bucky? What? Bucky, you were like a father to me! You're 20 years older than me! There's no proof of that.
Why'd you do it? Sheriff, I think we can explain.
Bucky was tired of being just a deputy.
He craved the power and prestige of the Sheriff's office.
Bucky failed every one of his promotion exams.
But it wasn't just his grades that got me thinking.
Like, bucky's a doodler, and his drawings looked an awful lot like Dead Justice's demon bullets.
Bucky disguised himself as the ghost of Dead Justice and chased down the town's most wanted.
He knew nothing would hurt Sheriff Stone more than losing his job to his hero.
The only thing I don't understand is how he created those bullets.
Cgi.
It's all cgi these days.
I programmed a laser pointer to simulate the animation.
Much as I hate to admit it, I owe you kids one.
Huh? Ecch.
People of crystal cove, there's a new old new Sheriff in town.
Thanks, mayor Jones.
And Thanks for giving me a raise.
Raise? What raise? An hour ago, your job was free.
Don't think I won't find another undead lawman if I have to.
You're joking, right? You know, dad, bucky would have gotten away with it if it hadn't have been for us meddling kids.
Maybe a little thank you might be, uh Uh, that's great, Fred.
Listen, I'm late for a work meeting.
But work's that way.
Why do I even bother? He cares, Fred, in his own way.
I don't know, daph.
Sometimes, when I look around, the only one I see at my side is you.
And that's just where I belong, riding shotgun with my guy.
Yeah.
You do.
And I don't want anyone to ever take your place.
What are you doing? Daphne, will you ride shotgun with me forever? I are you oh, wow.
Am I having a rush of blood to my head making me hear things? Or maybe this onion ring is actually calamari, and my allergies are causing my brain to swell.
Your brain looks fine from here.
So, is that a yes? If you're asking me to marry you, oh, Freddy, yes.
You trapped me at hello.
Mmm.
You mean after we graduate, right? Uh, I don't know what that is, but sure.
Whatever you say.