Scooby-Doo! and the Gourmet Ghost (2018) Movie Script
You're all loaded up,
Chef Edward, sir.
-Ready to go.
-Thank you, Thomas.
Here, for later.
It's elderberry pie.
Oh, thank you, Chef Edward.
Oh, my gosh, is that...
Chef Edward's elderberry pie?
-Give me some of that!
-I love your casserole,
Chef Edward.
Hello, Chef Edward.
You're the greatest,
Mr. DuFlay.
What's cooking tonight,
Chef Edward?
We love you, Chef Edward.
GIRL: Can't wait to see
what you'll cook tonight,
Chef DuFlay.
(OWL HOOTING)
(HORSE GALLOPING)
(HUMMING)
(EXCLAIMS)
(YELLS)
(GRUNTS)
(WIND HOWLING)
Ah!
(GASPS)
(SHUDDERS)
(BANGING AT DOOR)
(WHIMPERS)
-(THUNDER BOOMS)
-(EXCLAIMS)
Please!
Beware. Beware.
Beware!
Red Ghost,
Red Ghost, Red Ghost!
Gee, Freddie, it sure was nice
of your uncle to invite us
to stay at his inn.
I can't wait to see what
he's done with the place.
It's been in the family
for generations.
According to Old Newport Cove
by Henry Metcalf,
the Rocky Harbor Inn
has been vacant since 1780,
when the original owner
disappeared under
mysterious circumstances.
Oh, man, I wish we could go
one weekend
without
mysterious circumstances
and disappearing acts.
Are you with me, Scoob?
Like, speaking of
disappearing acts,
Scooby-Doo, where are you?
(GULPS)
(CHUCKLES)
The only thing disappearing
around here is our lunch.
Well, that's just
great, Scoob.
Now we're all gonna starve.
(CHUCKLING)
Don't worry, gang. I'm sure
my Uncle Bobby won't
let us go hungry.
Ooh, can he cook?
The "Rocky Harbor
Culinary Resort"?
SHAGGY: I'll take that
as a yes!
Freddie.
Hey, Uncle Bobby.
This is the gang.
Gang, this is my uncle,
Bobby Flay.
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
"Culinary Resort," of course.
Exactly the kind of place
you'd expect to find
a world-famous chef.
World-famous?
Don't tell us you've never
heard of Bobby Flay?
Of course, I have.
He's my uncle. I just
introduced you.
Chef Bobby Flay.
I bet you can cook
just about anything.
Well, I...
I wouldn't say that.
-Lamb chops?
-Well, yes, I can
cook lamb chops.
Herb-crusted?
Yeah, I can do herb-crusted.
With a balsamic reduction
served on a silky smooth
Red Norland puree?
Sure. I'd probably swap
the potatoes for a creamy
garlic Parmesan.
Or a Chevre Noir polenta.
Or, even a simple warm
heirloom tomato vinaigrette.
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
He must have fainted.
Should I get
some smelling salts?
No, he'll just eat them.
SCOOBY-DOO:
(EXCLAIMS) Lobster.
Oh, sorry. No, that's...
That's Nacho's.
Um, sorry, Uncle B,
but I think Scoob and I know
the difference between
lobsters and nachos.
Lobster nachos!
Like, yum! Write that down.
No, sorry. I mean this lobster
belongs to Nacho.
Nacho Flay, my cat.
And for the record,
those are grilled
blue lobster tails,
drizzled with
lemon-basil butter,
and garlic chives.
I can make some for you guys.
Or anything you want, really.
(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY-DOO
EXCLAIM)
Oh, yeah.
I think they like it here.
Come on, gang.
The whole north wing,
including this lobby
is a faithful recreation
of the 18th-century inn.
So the old inn was closed
down during
the American Revolution?
Yup. And since then, it's been
completely vacant.
Except for
the occasional spider.
Spider?
(SNIFFING)
All right, if there are
no more questions,
-let's move on to the...
-(CLEARS THROAT) I have
a question.
-What is it, Shaggy?
-Can you make beef Wellington?
I meant questions
about the inn.
All right, okay. Well, uh,
beef Wellington's a complex
and time-consuming dish
to prepare.
But, yeah, I've made it.
Sorry, I meant, will you make
beef Wellington...
-Like, right now?
-Shaggy!
What? We don't hang around
a lot of chefs.
I wanna make sure
we get our money's worth.
We're not paying any money.
Good idea. Listen, pal,
we're not paying till
we see the beef Wellington.
Okay. Moving on.
(SNIFFING)
(BANGS)
Whose portrait is this?
That's the original owner.
Our great, great, great,
great, great...
Let's just say,
really great-uncle,
Chef Edward DuFlay.
"Chef"? You mean, it runs
in the family?
From what I've read, people
around here still call him
the world's first
celebrity chef.
Has the restoration of the inn
yielded any clues about
Uncle Edward's disappearance?
We hope.
But so far, not a thing.
(GRUNTS)
(WHIMPERING)
Whew. Thank you.
(SNARLING)
Why do you call it
a culinary resort?
The answer, Daphne,
is just through these doors.
It's time to check out
the really cool stuff.
This is where
the magic happens.
(MACHINE BEATING EGGS)
BOBBY FLAY: Welcome to
the cooking arena.
(GASPS) Jeepers.
Whoa!
Nirvana!
Yeah!
So the Rocky Harbor
isn't just an inn.
-It's a...
-WOMAN: (OVER SPEAKERS)
A state-of-the-art,
kitchen fantasy camp, designed
to make cooking easy and fun.
Like, dude, who said that?
That's the interactive
computer program that keeps
everything in the place
running.
-Thanks, Rocky.
-You're very welcome, Bobby.
In here, guests can experiment
with their own recipes,
or learn techniques from
some of my pals.
Oh, man!
Is that Giada De Laurentiis?
Ow!
Yup. And the lovely
Bella De Laurentiis.
(NACHO PURRING)
(SCOOBY-DOO GROWLS)
VELMA: And those are
Chef Marcus Samuelsson
and his supermodel wife,
Maya Haile.
Hey, Shaggy, didn't you
meet them once?
Yeah. It was the best day
of my life.
WOMAN: So, uh, Maya, I've read
that at home, your roles
are reversed.
MAYA: (CHUCKLES) It's true.
He's the chef, yet I do
all the cooking at home.
MARCUS: But I do all
the supermodeling at home.
So it evens out.
- Next.
-MAYA: Hey, there,
who should we sign
this out to?
MAYA: Wait, this is not
our book.
MARCUS: It's Giada's book!
Really?
Could you have her
make it out to Shaggy?
With love.
Shaggy!
Ooh! Mr. Taylor,
first of all, I just love
your show.
Second, is it true that
the fork should always
be placed
to the left of the plate?
(CHUCKLES)
-No!
-Uh, actually, Skip,
-that is true.
-Says who?
Me, Bobby Flay.
I own this place.
Oh, my gosh! Sorry, Bobby!
I'm a little out of it.
Haven't slept in days.
-Not since the Red Ghos...
-All right, Skip.
That's enough.
Back to it.
Okay, cadets,
let's discuss the proper way
to spit gross stuff
into your napkin.
Now, we put the, oh...
That is terrible.
Really terrible.
(RETCHES)
Are these the old ones?
These are terrible.
Oh, that's... (SPITS)
Hey, Uncle Bobby, what was
Skip Taylor talking about?
Well, sometimes you don't like
the way something tastes
and if you have
a napkin handy...
No, he means,
"Not since the Red..."
Yeah! "Red" what?
I... I have no idea.
Oh, okay, uh, who wants to go
taste a nine-cheese souffle?
-Cheese!
-(SCOOBY-DOO CHATTERS)
Who doesn't love cheese?
Cheese!
How is everything, gang?
Incredible.
I'm stuffed.
(CHUCKLES) Well, I think
Shaggy and Scooby are
in hog heaven.
(BURPS)
-More hog.
-(GRUNTS)
Heavenly.
Wow! These two can really eat.
Um, don't you think
you guys should slow down?
Not if we're gonna finish
all this before bed!
Enjoy it now, guys,
'cause starting tomorrow,
like all the rest
of the guests here,
we'll be cooking
our own meals.
-Huh?
-(SPITS) Huh?
Are you gonna coach us,
Uncle B?
No. As we say in the biz,
my plate's full.
So, you'll be working with
my sous-chef
or, my second-in-command.
-But I should warn you...
-Who's there?
(OWL HOOTING)
Kids, this is
the groundskeeper,
Jeremiah Noseworthy.
It's "Nosay-worthy."
"Nosay," from the Latin.
Why would it be "Nose"?
Huh?
Um...
Uh, hello, Mr. Nosay-worthy.
I'm Fred, and this is Daphne,
Velma...
A little late for a barbecue.
We were just finishing up.
Oh, see that you do.
Unless you want him
to get you, too.
-"Him" who?
-Oh.
Didn't young Flay here
tell you then?
-Jeremiah, there's no need
to say...
-(CHUCKLES) Oh, you're right.
There's no need.
Not now. (CHUCKLES)
You're doomed already.
Wait, didn't I fire you today?
Oh, indeed.
Yeah, I've lived here
me whole life, you know.
(CHUCKLES)
Born right there in
that little cottage
I sleep in now.
I told you, you can stay
in the cottage, rent-free.
But no more scaring away
the guests.
No! Got to make way
for progress. (CHUCKLES)
'Course, we'll see how long
progress lasts,
-now that the Red Ghost
is back.
-(OWL HOOTING)
(SIGHS) Ah, good night, now.
Sweet dreams.
-"Red Ghost"?
-It's just a silly legend.
New England runs
on old ghost stories.
Well, if there's one thing
we understand,
it's legends
and ghost stories.
Uh, that's two things.
Plus counting.
So, four things.
Come on, Bobby,
spill the beans.
Also,
pass the beans, please.
Well, when Chef Edward
disappeared back in 1780,
he was alone in the inn.
People outside swore
they heard him cry out,
"Red Ghost, Red Ghost,"
over and over.
And no one ever saw him again?
Apparently not.
So, the legend of
the Red Ghost
that haunts the inn
was passed down here
in tiny Newport Cove.
To superstitious people
like Noseworthy.
"Nosay-worthy."
Which explains why the place
sat vacant for two centuries.
Of course, it's just a story.
-But since we opened...
-Let me guess.
The Red Ghost has appeared.
Well, that's what
some people say.
But I haven't seen it.
I only believe what I can see
with my own two eyes.
You're right, I should
pipe down and let
you kids get to bed.
Anybody want a doggy bag?
I'm looking at you, Scooby.
I brought my own.
Like, ditto.
-Nice.
-(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Come on, gang.
We better get inside.
SCOOBY-DOO: Huh!
(GROWLS)
(BOTH WHIMPERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(WHIMPERING)
Hey, boys,
you forgot your doggy bags.
Who can eat?
All I can think about
is that Red Ghost.
Yeah.
Red Ghost.
Oh, you scaredy-cats.
That's just an old myth.
You always say that.
And then we end up running
for our lives.
I think the only thing you two
have to be scared of
this weekend is indigestion.
Good night, boys.
(DOOR CREAKS AND SHUTS)
Gee, Scooby-Doo,
all this talk about
indigestion's
making me hungry.
-Me, too.
-You know what, Scoob,
I'm not going to let
any ghost keep me
-from my leftovers.
-(THUNDER RUMBLING)
-What the...
-(SCOOBY-DOO EATING)
Oh, oops!
Sorry.
Like, man, I hope
that kitchen's still open.
I'm starved.
SCOOBY-DOO: Mmm-mmm.
Be careful, Scoob.
We need to be quiet,
so we don't wake anyone.
-RED GHOST: Shh.
-Hmm?
That's right, shh.
(WHIMPERING)
Huh?
RED GHOST: Shh.
-Hmm?
-You got it, Scoob, old buddy.
We gotta keep it down.
(RED GHOST SHUSHING)
-Huh?
-You know, Scoob, I get it,
but could you "shush"
a little softer?
Me? That was you.
This is no time for games,
Scooby-Doo, I'm famished.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
That's right, Scoob,
shush, I get it.
Don't worry,
I think we're here.
Ah!
(GRUNTS)
Mmm.
Sorry, Scoob.
That's nach-yours.
Get it? (CHUCKLES)
(GRUMBLES)
-(GRUNTS)
-It's nach-yours, either!
(PURRING)
(CHUCKLES)
I thought you didn't share.
(SHUSHING)
Don't worry, Nacho.
We won't tell.
(YAWNS) Yeah.
We should hit the hay, Scoob.
Night, Nacho.
RED GHOST: Shh.
Yeah, we know, Nacho,
mum's the word.
Nacho makes a tasty sandwich,
right, Scoob?
SCOOBY-DOO: Delicious.
Hurry up, guys.
The sous-chef's on her way.
She's going to help us prepare
for breakfast
while Bobby preps
for the big show tonight.
Big show?
He's doing a live TV broadcast
to promote the resort
from right here
in the cooking arena.
He'll be live
from coast to coast,
cooking dinner with
the whole country.
And all the chefs here
will be lending a hand.
That's terrific.
I haven't met one chef here
that we don't like.
(EXCLAIMS IN FEAR)
I am sous-chef
Chef Sue.
Anyone joke about name,
I lock in freezer.
(EXHALES) Oh, well,
I wish we could help.
We like our eggs runny
and our sausage plentiful.
Call us when it's ready.
Wait just a minute.
Where do you two think
you're going?
Giada De Laurentiis asked
Scoob and me
to be guest speakers
for her class on giant
sandwich architecture.
You guys will say anything
to get out of work.
It's true.
(GASPING)
No leave. Stay!
(BOTH SHUDDERING)
(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)
Uh... Honest guys,
the sandwich-making dog
said he would be here.
Tonight, the whole world will
be watching live, as we go
inside Newport Cove's new
culinary resort,
honoring its most famous
ancestor,
Revolutionary War hero,
Chef Edward DuFlay.
I'm joined now by
the longtime groundskeeper
here at
the Rocky Harbor Estate,
Mr. Jeremiah Noseworthy.
It's "Nosay"... Oh, right.
So I bet you know everything
about this place.
When we finally get a peek
inside, what do you think
will surprise people the most?
Oh, I'm glad you asked.
Let me think.
Well...
(LOUDLY) It's a lie!
A big fat lie!
There's always,
"that war hero"!
Edward DuFlay was no hero.
He was a traitor, he was.
A vile, disreputable,
low-down traitor!
-Okay, um, we're having
some... Mic problems.
-(BOTH GRUNTING)
So, let's take a quick break.
(GASPS) I'm checking out.
I'm useless. I can't sleep.
This Red Ghost thing has me
on pins and needles.
(WHIMPERS) You know how scared
I am of ghosts!
And the color red!
(SCREAMING)
Someone will be with you
in just a second.
You think I'm overreacting,
don't you?
Well, I'm sorry,
but the thought of a Red Ghost
on the loose has me
all out of sorts.
My nerves
are totally frayed.
I mean, look at me.
I'm talking to a cat!
(BELL RINGS)
(EXHALES) I know,
you're right,
I should just take my bags
back to my room,
lie down for a bit.
Let my head clear.
Don't worry, Bob-O, Nacho
talked me into staying.
Good kitty. (BLOWS KISS)
Sorry, we're a little
understaffed today.
Do you have, uh, reservations?
About this place? Not one.
Bradley Bass.
I'm in real estate.
I have to tell you, Mr. Flay,
you and your furry friend
there are sitting
-on a gold mine.
-(CHUCKLES) Maybe.
Okay, uh, Bass.
Oh, here we go. We've got you
in the north wing. Room 113.
I'll call someone to help
you with your bag...
Oh, no! No, no.
No, that's all right.
I have it.
Bobby, quick. Something
is happening in the arena.
Nyet, nyet, nyet!
Zoinks!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Nyet!
What's going on?
Well, first,
we were chopping onions...
And they eat.
Then,
we were chopping parsley...
And they eat!
Like, man, every great cook
tastes his ingredients.
-Right, Uncle B?
-That's right.
Not just "taste."
They eat all the onion
and all the parsley.
And two pounds
raw biscuit dough.
Okay.
Uh, Sue, why don't you, uh,
go make some more
biscuit dough?
(SUE GROWLS)
And as for you two...
Henry Metcalf!
-Huh?
-He literally wrote the book
on Chef Edward
and the Rocky Harbor Inn.
Oh, my goodness.
Aunt Nancy will be tickled
pink to hear that someone
finally bought a copy
of that book.
Actually,
it's from the library.
-Oh.
-Uh, Henry's been helping out
a lot with the restoration.
I bet you know even more
about this place
than old Noseworthy.
I saw him on the news.
The gall! Calling Chef Edward
a traitor. The man was a hero.
And not just to the Colonials,
even the British loved him.
And we were at war.
He was that good a cook?
And more, which is actually
why I'm here.
-Bobby...
-(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Oh, oh, dear. Excuse me.
Nancy keeps at me
to get rid of this thing.
Half the time, I don't know
what it's buzzing about.
Uh, now, oh, yes, yes.
Bobby, I have a gift for you.
To celebrate
your big show tonight.
Everyone knows
your Uncle Edward
was a hero
but few understand why.
(BOMBING AND GUNSHOTS)
HENRY METCALF:
You see, in a time
of great civil discord,
when the politics
of independence
turned neighbor
against neighbor,
brother against brother,
Chef Edward hung a sign
on the door of this inn
that said...
VELMA: "All are welcome."
HENRY METCALF: Yes.
At the height of the war,
you'd see Colonial,
French, and yes,
even British soldiers
in here.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, not in here, exactly.
Bobby, you've done amazing
things with this place.
But so did your uncle.
Did you know
he invented takeout?
You're kidding. Oh, my hero.
Mmm. Takeout.
Any soldier who dined
at the inn, Chef would,
as a personal thank you,
make him wrap up morsels
for the road.
Anything that could
be warmed up over a campfire.
-Parchment?
-Chef Edward's parchment.
This belonged to Uncle Edward?
How do you know?
It's a monogram. "E-D-F."
Hmm.
Oh, Edward DuFlay!
If only he'd written something
on them.
A recipe or two?
Oh, he did more than that.
These are the very sheets
he used to wrap up
takeout morsels for soldiers.
They were entrusted to me.
And now,
I entrust them to you.
Henry, I mean, I don't know
what to say.
Say you'll
break a leg tonight.
And give your great-uncle
and this place
-the tribute they deserve.
-I promise.
Hey, why don't
you and your wife
sit with us tonight?
Thank you.
We wouldn't miss it.
-(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-Oh, blast it,
that's probably her now.
(CLEARS THROAT) I'll see
you all tonight.
What a sweet old man.
Couldn't have got this place
up and running without him.
Speaking of up and running,
where are Shaggy and Scooby?
Nyet, nyet, nyet!
(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY PANTING)
REPORTER: It is indeed
a star-studded night here
in little Newport Cove,
Rhode Island.
I'm with one of tonight's
featured players,
Chef Giada De Laurentiis.
Giada, this is huge.
It's a really great turnout.
And a fun way to show off
the amazing new Rocky Harbor
Culinary Resort.
What's in store?
State-of-the-art kitchens
like you've never seen.
Automated appliances,
indoor sustainable gardens,
and more. All designed
to make gourmet cooking
a destination.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
So everyone inside
and all of America
will be cooking
alongside you,
and the other chefs?
-Yes...
-Hopefully, you, too, Gail.
(CHUCKLES) I don't know.
My cooking is a horror show.
Nobody wants that tonight.
-(GASPS) By the way,
your hat is lovely.
-(YAWNS)
Yes, it is.
(GASPS)
(PURRING)
(GASPS)
(CAN CLATTERS)
(GRUNTS)
So, we're going to do this
or what?
We're headed for our table.
Just wanted to say
good luck.
-Thanks, Freddie.
-Shaggy.
Maya and I know
you're a big Giada fan.
But we got a recipe
for roast chicken
that will make you forget
all about it.
-Giada!
-We really need tonight
to go well.
Your uncle's put his entire
life savings into this place.
Thanks for that reminder,
Giada.
If you start to lose
the crowd, just bring old
Scoob and me on stage.
We've got a food-related
knock-knock joke guaranteed
to knock 'em out.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Knock-knock.
-Like, who's there?
-Beets.
Beets, who? (SOFT CHUCKLE)
Beats me! Ha!
It'll knock 'em out,
all right.
I'm nodding off already.
Good luck, everyone.
SKIP: A round of applause
for Giada De Laurentiis
and her bucatini pasta salad!
All right, how's everybody's
bird looking?
Everything's looking
good up here.
We just want to check
the internal temperature
and make sure we're at
160 degrees.
Very important.
Everything's going great.
And they haven't even shown
off the fancy stuff yet.
So for our home viewers,
now's the time to stick
that meat thermometer in.
But for everybody here
at the state-of-the-art
Rocky Harbor,
all we need to do
is wait until...
-Skip.
-Yeah, Rocky?
Your chicken has reached
an internal temperature of
160 degrees Fahrenheit.
Your chicken is ready.
(CHUCKLES) Wow, huh?
Thank you, Rocky.
Take it out and let me know
when it's rested
for 10 minutes.
-(CROWD GASPING)
-Ooh.
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
Pretty cool, huh?
(CROWD MURMURING
AND EXCLAIMING)
GIADA:
Don't worry about that.
Lots of stuff uses electricity
around here.
-(FEEDBACK SOUNDS)
-(CROWD MURMURING)
Sorry about that, everyone.
Gotta make sure we pay
that power bill.
(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)
Knock-knock?
Who's there, Skip?
Uh, beets... Beats me!
I mean...
There's a beet
at the door... Oh!
(BUZZING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(ALL GASPING)
(MURMURS)
MAN 1: Oh.
MAN 2: Oh, great.
(CROWD GASPING)
WOMAN: Red Ghost!
All right, all right,
it's not a... (YELLS)
Did you hear that?
(CROWD GASPING AND YELLING)
(YELLING)
Red Ghost!
RED GHOST: Shh.
(SHUDDERING)
(SCREAMS)
-Pay attention.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
(YELLS)
(YELLS)
(RED GHOST SHUSHING)
Bella.
-RED GHOST: Shh.
-Why is it shushing us?
I know. Maybe it's the ghost
of a librarian.
Who cares! Just do what
he says and hush up.
(ALL YELLING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
OVER HEADPHONES)
-(ALL CLAMORING)
-MAN: Out of my way!
RED GHOST: Shh.
It's coming right for us.
Shh.
Oh! Shush, yourself!
(WHIMPERING)
(LIGHT CLATTERS)
(SIGHS)
(MEOWING)
We'll be right back.
Next year,
I get the pick the vacation.
Your guess is as good
as mine, Larry.
Right now, no one from
the resort is talking.
All we really know
at this point is
what we saw play out
in the arena and on TV.
No injuries, but a lot
of scared folks.
A team of
paranormal investigators
are on the scene.
Just who they are and what
they're doing right now
about this serious situation
remains a mystery.
So this is really
what you kids do?
FRED: Literally,
all the time.
And you've actually
caught ghosts?
Let's just say, we always
get our man.
Do you mind if we look around
the inn for clues?
Go ahead.
The place is deserted.
Did someone say "dessert"?
-(CHUCKLES)
-Yum.
How can you two think of food
at a time like this?
How can we think of anything
but food, in a place
like this?
You know, Shaggy and Scooby
are right. We need omelets.
Whenever I get stressed,
I make omelets.
Ah, make mine
a vegetarian Denver,
but hold the onions.
-And the peppers.
-So, just eggs?
Yeah, you're right.
Hold the eggs.
Not again.
It's like everything
electronic in this place
has gone haywire
since last night.
ROCKY: Hay... Hay...
Haywire. Haywire.
Hay... Hay...
Haywire.
Thanks. In between
hosting TV shows
and writing best-sellers,
I've been studying
martial arts,
parkour and Ultimate Frisbee,
you know, just in case.
Whoa.
Thanks, Nacho.
ROCKY: Hay... Hay...
Haywire.
(ROCKY GARBLING WORDS)
VELMA: What could be causing
the appliances to suddenly
go bonkers?
Well, ghosts have long been
known to exhibit electrical
phenomena.
-She's right.
-(ALL AGREEING)
Well, thanks. I'm also
fascinated with all things
supernatural.
We need to find
this Red Ghost.
And my poor scared Bella.
Who knows where she ran
off to?
Don't worry, Giada.
We'll find her, too.
-Let's split up.
-Good idea.
Daphne, Velma and I
will search the ground.
Uncle Bobby, Shaggy and Scooby
will search the inn.
Uh, which team do you want to
be on, Miss De Laurentiis?
Oh, please, Fred.
Call me Giada.
I better go with the boys.
They need all the help
they can get.
-(PHONE RINGING)
-What about me?
Well, somebody needs
to answer the phones.
-Can you do that?
-Uh,
-how many phones?
-(PHONE RINGING)
You know what, never mind.
I got this.
I know how to answer a phone.
It's not like I never
answered a phone before
in my life.
I got it, Bobby.
-When the phone rings,
I'm going to answer it.
-(RINGING CONTINUES)
-No matter how many... Ooh!
-Now, Skip!
(DIAL TONE)
Ah, it's okay. They hung up.
Uh-uh. No way!
Sorry, Nacho. Scooby's
not about to become
a passenger vehicle.
Especially for a C-A-T.
(MEOWS)
He wants to know if you'll
do it for a Nacho snack.
Nacho snack?
Mmm-mmm.
How about that? Dude, they're
nach-your chips!
Get it. (CHUCKLES)
They're my chips.
GIADA: Bella! Bella!
So what are
we looking for, exactly?
I think we better talk turkey.
All right,
give it to me straight.
Dry versus wet brining.
Which technique will bring
my Thanksgiving bird
from blah to ta-da?
(GASPS)
Okay, nobody panic.
Where're you guys going?
That way.
Yeah. Like, away from danger.
You guys,
we've gotta press on.
If we don't catch
the Red Ghost,
this whole place is ruined.
All right, but don't say
we didn't warn you.
Hang on, you guys
carry flashlights
wherever you go?
-Uh-huh.
-Tools of the trade.
Isn't there something
you never leave home without?
-Tongs.
-Fennel.
Oh, great. Well, when we catch
the Red Ghost, you two can
make us pork chops.
That's right. We have
no official comment
on the incident.
We're going to let
the investigators
do their job,
and once we have
their findings,
we'll make a statement.
That's all I can say
at this time.
Now, can you please
tell me where my pizza is?
-I ordered from you
nearly an hour ago.
-(LINE DISCONNECTS)
He hung up!
Can I help you?
I'd like to be turned down.
The answer is no!
(CHUCKLES) This job's
easier than I thought.
I mean, I'd like maid service.
Never mind. I'm waiting
for a delivery.
I hope it's not from
Papa Blando's Pizza,
-or you're going to be
waiting a while.
-Who are you?
Where's Flay?
Is he in the arena?
Uh, no, no, actually, sir,
you can't go in there!
It's still a mess from...
Stop! Please, turn around!
(OWL HOOTING)
What should we be looking for?
-(FRED GASPS)
-Jeepers!
-You are nephew!
-Um... (GULPS)
-Yeah.
-Phone is ringing off hook.
Nobody.
-Wasn't
Skip Taylor supposed...
-No Skip Taylor!
That's odd.
Chef Sue not guest relations.
Chef Sue busy making
fish-head stew!
Okay, okay, you did
the right thing
by scaring me.
Uh, getting me.
Sorry, gang, you're on
your own.
The family business needs me.
Come on, Daphne, let's...
(GRUNTS) Oh!
-My glasses!
-Don't panic. I see them.
What's this?
It looks like some sort
of an electrical cable.
A big one,
leading from the inn to...
VELMA:
The groundskeeper's cottage.
I wonder if old Nosey-worthy
is sill here.
Only one way to find out.
DAPHNE: Have we talked
about LASIK?
Yes, and I'm still
not a candidate.
Wow. Like, where are we?
It's Chef Edward's study.
Most everything
in here is original.
We just polished it up
for the tourists. Even
the books were here.
You thinking
what I'm thinking, Scoob?
Uh-huh.
What are you guys doing?
It's our experience that
in a creepy old study
like this,
in a creepy old inn like this,
there's always
a secret passageway.
And the sooner we find it,
the sooner we can have
those pork chops.
(PHONE RINGING)
Where the heck
is Skip Taylor?
It's not like a TV personality
to flake out
on their responsibilities.
-Huh!
-(RINGING CONTINUES)
Rocky Harbor Inn
and Culinary Resort,
can I put you on hold, please?
Rocky Harbor Inn,
please hold.
RHI, your call is important
to us, please hold.
Well, good afternoon, Fred.
Have we met?
Oh, of course not.
You'd remember.
I've just heard so much
about you from your uncle.
Oh, are you one
of his friends?
No. Just a business associate.
Tell me something. Personally,
do you think he'd ever
give up this place?
Uncle Bobby? (SCOFFS)
I'd think you'd have to
drag him out of here
kicking and screaming.
That's exactly what I think.
(CHUCKLES)
Please have him call me
at his earliest convenience.
I have an offer I'd like him
to consider.
Sure thing.
Hey, you haven't seen
TV's Skip Taylor
lurking around here
anywhere, have you?
I don't know who that is.
Oh, by the way,
I'm expecting
a very important delivery.
Please have it sent to my room
the instant it arrives.
All right? There's a good lad.
Bye-bye.
(PHONE RINGING)
Rocky Harbor Resort,
this is Fred.
Reservations?
Um, I guess that's me.
What's your last name?
"Nosay-worthy."
DAPHNE: Of course,
Nosay-worthy.
You were Nosay-ing?
Just a little joke.
Oh, that DuFlay was nothing
but a traitor.
My family has
tended grounds here
for generations.
And the stories
have been passed, oh, yes.
The man was a sympathizer
to the Crown.
It's all written down there
in his personal papers,
which we're not allowed
to inspect,
since that lousy Henry Metcalf
had the entire Noseworthy
family banned
from the library.
Sunflower seed?
Oh, I'm sorry, we caught you
in the middle of moving,
didn't we?
(OWL HOOTING)
Well, I, uh...
Well... Yes.
We're sorry to disturb you,
sir, but we really just
wanted to ask if you know
-what this cable's for?
-The wha... The cable, oh.
Well, probably something to do
with all that blasted
technology Flay brought in.
(CLEARS THROAT)
And this junction box?
Oh, supplies all the power
to the inn.
Place still ain't properly
wired up for them modern
conveniences.
It's a temporary fix,
but one I ain't got to
worry about no more.
Anyway, what's that got
to do with DuFlay,
the traitor?
You don't gotta take my word
for it, do you?
All you need to do is go
to the library
and look at his papers.
Thank you, for your time,
Mr. Nose... Mr. No...
-Jeremiah.
-(TUTS)
"Jere-mee-ah," from the Greek.
Oh, come on!
All right, let's go.
Well, how can you catch
that fiery demon
if you don't know why it came
for DuFLay in the first place?
Why, it's coming
for us all now!
SHAGGY: Like, man,
I don't get it.
There is always
a secret passageway!
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yes, uh, hello.
Is that Skip? Freddie?
(INTERFERENCE BUZZING)
Uh, guys...
-What is it?
-My phone.
What were you saying about
electrical phenomena?
You guys, I think...
Don't say it.
I think the ghost is...
...in this room.
(WHIMPERING)
(SCOOBY-DOO SHUDDERING)
A trapdoor.
What do you want to wager
that whatever we're looking
for, is down there?
Chateaubriand?
With caramelized shallots
and a demi-glace
and all the trimmings?
Oh, I love Chateaubriand.
Good wager.
-I'm in.
-Um, we're trying to
do something here.
Also, what's wrong with
a nice leafy salad,
now and then?
Here goes nothing.
You're right, it's nothing.
Scooby, your flashlight.
(SHUSHING)
(BANGING)
Like, run!
-(WHIMPERING)
-RED GHOST: Shh.
(GRUNTS) Here's the last one.
Though I'm not sure why
this schedule of Colonial
army troop movements
circa 1778 to 1781 would
make mention of
Chef Edward or his inn.
And I don't know why
Noseworthy thinks DuFlay
was a traitor
or what that has to do
with a ghost shutting down
Bobby's live broadcast.
But I'm still looking.
You're right.
Everything's a potential clue.
We just need to keep
our eyes open.
-Shh.
-(BOTH GASPING)
Whew. I thought that was
you-know-who.
I'm going to take
a closer look at that
Chef Edward exhibit
we passed on the way in.
The one with
the lemon-juice bottle?
Didn't seem too promising.
I know.
But maybe we missed something.
Lemon juice... (SIGHS)
Velma's right.
Hang on.
Excuse me.
Is there another Chef Edward
exhibit here?
I'm afraid not. Why?
It's just that I heard
the library has Chef Edward's
personal papers.
Why wouldn't those be included
in the display?
I'm afraid the only paper
I know about
is the parchment.
The parchment Mr. Metcalf
gave Bobby at the inn?
Anyway, those are just
blank pieces of parchment.
Not much information
to be gleamed from them,
I'm afraid.
Still...
Thank you, ma'am.
Shh.
(RED GHOST SHUSHING)
(SHAGGY YELLING)
GIADA: I can't breathe
in this thing.
Me neither.
BOBBY FLAY: Come on, Scooby,
move it.
(ALL GASPING)
Oh, like...
I don't understand why
we all had to pile into
the same vase.
Like, man, it looks like
not everyone did.
(MEOWING)
-Uh-oh.
-What is it, Scooby-Doo?
Your keen hearing
picking something up?
-Shh.
-Right. Sorry.
(WHISPERS) What do you hear?
No. "Shh."
Still too loud, huh?
-No.
-No?
Shh.
Well, what do you think?
(SIGHS) I don't think
we're any closer to solving
this mystery now
than we were when we started.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Shh.
Sorry.
-It's Fred.
-Hey, gang.
Freddie, are you wearing
coveralls?
Whoo! I had no idea
this place required
so much upkeep.
What are you doing?
Solving the mystery
of the leaky
downstairs faucet.
(CHUCKLES) Anyway, I'm just
calling to see if you've heard
from Shaggy or Scooby.
-They're not there?
-No.
And neither is Skip Taylor.
I'm starting to get worried.
You should probably head back.
We're on our way.
Oh, and if you happen to pass
a hardware store en route,
could you pick me up
a lug nut,
and also I need
another pair of...
-SHAGGY: Run!
-(SCOOBY-DOO WHIMPERING)
Huh. That question's answered.
-Anyway, get back soon.
-DAPHNE: Will do.
-I think we lost him.
-(BANGING AT DOOR)
Come on. Seriously?
SCOOBY-DOO: Oh, nuh-uh.
Uh, what happened to me?
I lost consciousness and...
Oh, wait, I remember,
I took a nap.
Hey, why were you blocking
the door?
Hmm. Cookies.
Made the old-fashioned way,
since the hi-tech stuff's
still on the fritz.
This day has been a disaster.
The library was a bust.
And I put in a full workday.
And Bella's still lost.
Oh, I hope she's okay.
Is Bella the one
with the glasses?
No. That'd be me.
-I'm Velma.
-I'm pretty sure you're Fred.
None of this makes any sense.
Why would a ghost want
to ruin a live television
broadcast?
Yeah. And why is he always
shushing everybody quiet?
I think, Noseworthy knows
more than he's Nosay-ing.
He has lived here
his whole life.
You think he'd seen
the Red Ghost before.
Rocky, set timer
for nine minutes.
Timer set for
900 minutes.
Better just watch the clock.
Whoops. Uh, it's okay.
That's what
the auto-vac's for.
Um, I'm not sure you should...
(MEOWS)
(YELPS)
(MEOWING)
(ALL GASPING)
I also studied gymnastic
discus throwing.
Just returning
the favor, Nach.
How were the cookies, gang?
Delicious.
Mmm! These are good enough
to lick the parchment paper
they were baked on.
I wouldn't do that.
Bobby, you didn't by chance
accidentally use one of
Chef Edward's
parchment sheets, did you?
Of course, not.
That would be...
-Uh-oh.
-I think you'll want to come
take a look at this.
I don't understand.
There wasn't any writing on it
before you put it in the oven.
Of course! At the library.
-Chef Edward's
lemon-juice bottle.
-You're kidding?
During the Revolutionary War,
spies would send messages
written in invisible ink,
which was really just
citrus juice that dried clear.
Oh, so the paper would
taste good if they had to hide
it in their mouths, right?
No, so that when the paper
was heated, the citrus would
oxidize and turn brown,
so it could be read.
Everyone's been looking
for Chef Edward's personal
papers, thinking it was
a diary or legal documents.
But his personal papers were
actually this set of
personalized parchment
he used to wrap up to-go food
for soldiers.
But why would he write
to soldiers in invisible ink?
-Hmm.
-(GASPS) What is it?
-What's it say?
-It looks like
detailed information
about troop movements.
Are you saying Uncle Edward
was a spy?
-It would seem so.
-Cool.
Huh?
-(GASPS)
-VELMA: These are Continental
Army troop movements.
American troops.
Shh.
No, Scooby. Fred and Bobby
need to hear this.
I'm sorry, guys, but there's
only one kind of soldier
for whom this would be
useful information.
A British soldier.
Your Uncle Edward was a spy
during the Revolution.
But not for the Colonies.
For England.
Jeremiah Noseworthy is right.
Chef Edward DuFlay
was a traitor.
(BOTH GASP)
You're sure you left
the rest of the parchment
on the counter?
-Absolutely.
-I bet someone swiped them
when we weren't looking.
Nobody saw anything?
Wait a minute. Has anybody
seen Scooby-Doo?
GIANA: Or TV's Skip Taylor?
-(SCOOBY-DOO WHIMPERING)
-I think we found one of 'em.
Scooby, what are you doing
under the tablecloth,
old buddy?
Did you see something scary?
(MUTTERING AFFIRMATIVELY)
Will you come on out
and tell us about it?
(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)
He's too scared to talk.
Do you think you can act
it out, Scoob?
We were all listening to
Velma's analysis of
the parchment.
Ooh, then someone walked in.
Mmm-mmm.
(SHUSHING)
The Red Ghost!
Shh.
The ghost stole the parchments
and then sneaked back out.
On the nose.
It's a good thing he did
act it out, because
it's given us a clue.
Scooby just tracked through
the flour Bobby spilled
earlier.
But there's more than one set
of tracks.
Which means...
The ghost also left a set
of floury footprints.
But ghosts don't walk.
They float.
Exactly.
How many ghosts do you know
that leave footprints?
I don't know
any ghosts, at all.
Well, what are we waiting for?
Let's follow these tracks
before the trail gets cold.
You know, the tongs
aren't helping.
Oh, your fennel is?
Fennel is a well-known
repellent for all things
supernatural.
Tongs are pretty much
useless here.
Ha! In your face.
There it is! Upstairs.
Me and Scoob will stay here
to guard the kitchen,
in case he circles
back around.
Yeah.
What are you doing?
You heard Velma.
Fennel wards off evil spirits.
(SNIFFS)
I smell like a zesty
Italian sausage.
Yeah. I'd keep an eye
on Nacho, if I were you.
(MEOWS)
BOBBY FLAY: Hang on,
is that...
GIADA: The parchment!
The rooms are all unlocked.
He could have gone
into any of them.
-Shh.
-Wait, did you hear something?
-What is it, Freddie?
-Shh. In here.
(SNORING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(MUMBLES)
(ALL YELL)
(GRUNTING)
-Skip Taylor?
-Oh!
-Oh, hi, gang.
-You scared the wits
out of us.
Hey, what's with the mask?
It's for my sleep apnea.
You have difficulty breathing
while you sleep?
Aah, I wouldn't know.
I'm asleep.
So I got a prescription
to wear this, just in case.
Now, kindly pass me
my sugar pills and get out.
-Hmm.
-What is it, Velma?
Since we started chasing
the ghost,
the lights have worked fine.
That's right.
They usually go haywire.
Also,
it didn't shush us once.
Oh, there you are.
Huh? Mr. Bass.
Has that delivery arrived
for me yet, boy?
I'll, uh...
I'll have to check.
Well, see that you do.
SHAGGY: (CHUCKLES)
Well, Scoob,
it looks like, once again,
pretending to be cowards
has landed us the easiest
assignment.
It's true.
Freddie!
Uncle Bobby! Wait, is that
the parchment?
The ghost must have
dropped it.
You know, Flay, if you spent
more time cooking and
less time running around
-with these meddling kids...
-(DISTANT WHIMPERING)
That sounds like
Shaggy and Scooby,
come on.
(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY SHUDDERING)
-There it is!
-(GLASS SHATTERING)
-Fennel, fennel.
-I'm all out.
Where did he go?
Did you guys hear something?
(BANGING IN DISTANCE)
(YELPS)
It's right outside
the front door.
-(DOOR BANGS)
-Everybody, stand back.
A quadcopter delivery drone?
BRADLEY BASS:
Oh, finally.
-What's this?
-A court order mandating
the immediate closure
of this inn.
What? Why?
"As the home of America's
first celebrity chef,
the patriot Edward DuFlay,
"the Rocky Harbor Inn
has been declared an historic
landmark."
And, as such,
the place will be put through
a long, rigorous and costly
preservation process.
-Who are you?
-Me?
I'm just a simple investor
who's willing to take
this place
and its impending
cost overruns
off your hands,
right here and now.
Come on, Flay.
Take this money and rebuild
your resort somewhere
without any spooky Red Ghosts
chasing away business.
You never cared about
the patriotic legacy of
this place, anyway.
You're wrong! You're wrong
about Uncle Bobby,
and unfortunately,
you're wrong about
Uncle Edward.
-"Wrong"?
-Chef Edward DuFlay
was no patriot.
He was a traitor.
Oh, there's no reason anyone
outside of this group
ever needs to know that.
Take the check.
You're not really thinking
about selling the place
to that creep, are you,
Uncle Bobby?
I don't know. At this point,
maybe unloading the place
is best.
-Shh.
-I know. I know, you guys.
-It sounds awful to say
it out loud, but...
-Shh.
Get him.
Hmm.
(WHIMPERS)
A hedge maze?
Like, how are these things
still a thing?
It's a dead end.
(GROWLS)
-(GIRLS YELLING)
-Sorry.
Did we say a "dead" end?
We meant "living happily
for several more decades"
end.
(GRUNTS)
JEREMIAH:
Who's there?
Mr. Noseworthy.
I need your help.
Oh, actually, I've decided to
start going by "Nose-worthy."
It really makes
a lot more sense,
if you just ignore
-the Latin...
-Fine!
Just unlock the junction box.
Hurry. This might be
our only chance.
(WHIMPERING)
SHAGGY: Yikes.
(RED GHOST SHUSHING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
Which way now?
That way.
(NACHO MEOWING)
Like, thanks, Bobby.
Thank the tongs.
Giada.
(SHUSHING)
(SNIFFING)
Licorice.
Licorice? Really, Scoob?
Even I can't eat
at a time like this.
RED GHOST: Shh.
Wait a second, I smell it too.
-But that's not licorice.
It's...
-Wild fennel.
It didn't work.
What are we gonna...
-(EXCLAIMS)
-(MEOWS AND HISSES)
-GIADA: Bella!
-You're okay.
She saved us.
Thanks, Bella.
So, it's real? The Red Ghost
is a real ghost?
Not quite, Bobby.
I figured it out
when we got that delivery
back at the inn.
DAPHNE:
It's just a drone.
In a big, billowy cloak.
The spinning fans not
only make the ghost move,
the blowing air gives
the cloak its ghostly shape.
That explains
the shushing sound.
-(BEEPS)
-Now.
Okay, that's enough.
Can you hear me?
Shut it down.
Yup. A tiny electromagnet,
designed to emit a pulse
that disrupts the operation
of nearby electronic devices.
-Like walkie-talkies.
-(ALL GASP)
I read. A lot.
So, as the ghost moved
around the estate,
the electromagnetic pulse...
Made all the appliances
go haywire.
So, you're saying it wasn't
supernatural electrical
phenomena?
Nope. Just science.
(GROANS)
But these things
just don't fly themselves.
Somebody would need
to pilot it remotely.
Which is how we were able
to shut it down.
I knew the drone would have
to receive its marching orders
via the resort's Internet.
-Over Wi-fi.
-Right.
So all we had to do was shut
down the Internet routers
by cutting off the power.
Thanks, Mr. Nosay-worthy.
JEREMIAH:
It's "Nose-worthy"!
I don't understand.
How could a delivery drone
leave footprints and steal
all that parchment?
It couldn't.
Which means...
There's another Red Ghost.
And I know just how
to track it.
What? Elton John's not coming.
We don't even know
Elton John.
We need to make sure
people show up.
Don't worry. It's covered.
Mmm. Gourmet barbeque?
Sounds exciting.
The whole town's invited.
It will be a new grand opening
for the resort.
Plus, we're going to reveal
some big news
we recently uncovered
about the town's hero,
Edward DuFlay.
REPORTER: Aren't you worried
about another attack
by the Red Ghost?
I can assure you,
the Red Ghost
will not be a problem.
Nyet, nyet, nyet.
Not like this.
Like this.
(PLAYING PIANO)
I'm live
at the Rocky Harbor Resort,
site of some strange
goings-on in recent days.
Tonight, though,
all that seems forgotten.
(SIZZLING)
(SIZZLING)
(SCATTING)
Hey, we all have
to start somewhere.
Yeah!
Here's another one for you.
We Didn't Start the Fire.
That's Billy Joel.
Really? Where?
Hello, Newport Cove.
How's the food?
(ALL CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)
All right!
That's what
our chefs like to hear.
Folks, this amazing building
here has a lot
of great history.
Just like this town.
(CROWD CHEERING)
But not all of that history
is great.
And it's time the people
of this town knew the truth.
-(ALL GASPING)
-What's she talking about?
Many of you may have heard
the accusations that
Chef Edward DuFlay,
the man who built this inn,
and many say, this town,
was a traitor to his country.
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
Well, we have some
new information...
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
Information that
someone here tonight
doesn't want you to have.
(GROWLING)
Now, Rocky.
(SPUTTERING)
(YELPS)
(YELLING)
(GROANING)
Wow, Freddie, you were right.
Gathering the townspeople
and threatening to reveal
the truth about Chef Edward
did the trick.
Now let's see who
this Red Ghost
really is.
Noseworthy.
No, Scooby.
Mr. Noseworthy helped us
shut down the drone,
-remember?
-Oh, yeah.
Uh, Chef Sue?
What? No, of course not.
Chef Sue may be tough,
but she's not cr...
Singer man is right.
Chef Sue innocent.
Well, she can cook.
That's something.
So, if it isn't Noseworthy
or Chef Sue,
and it isn't Skip Taylor...
-Wait a minute,
I was a suspect?
-For a little bit.
If it isn't them,
then who is it?
The person who was controlling
the Red Ghost drone from
his smartphone
throughout his stay here.
Bradley Bass,
the real estate investor.
Off course. No wonder
he wanted those parchment
papers so badly.
Papers that prove
that Chef Edward DuFlay,
the hero of Newport Cove,
wasn't a patriot at all,
but a spy for the British.
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
You see, Bass was in a bind.
He wanted to buy
the inn cheap.
But he didn't want to damage
DuFlay's reputation
and keep tourists away.
So he thought
the Red Ghost scare
would motivate me to sell.
But he was just trading
one set of bad news
for another.
Oh, and I'm not really
Elton John.
I'm TV's Skip Taylor.
You're history's
greatest monster.
(ALL CURSING INDISTINCTLY)
If Bass wanted to run
this place, why scare all
the tourists away?
As someone who studies
real estate transactions
in her spare time,
I can tell you that's weird.
Because, Miss De Laurentiis,
this man is not
in real estate!
Or even named Bradley Bass.
Well, off course that's
my name.
This is preposterous!
(ALL GASPING)
Henry Metcalf?
The historian.
Metcalf spent his life
building a career around
the story of Chef Edward
as the hero of Newport Cove.
But, at some point,
he must have stumbled
upon the truth.
FRED: But he couldn't
let it get out.
The DuFlay myth
built this town,
its families
and his own life's work.
He needed to protect it.
VELMA: Somewhere in
his research, he must have
found evidence
that the Noseworthys
were right, and that
Edward DuFlay was a traitor.
And when he heard
Chef Edward's descendant,
Bobby Flay,
was coming to town
and restoring the place,
he became frightened.
Metcalf, like Noseworthy,
believed the legend that,
hidden in the inn,
there was a set
of personal papers,
written in DuFlay's hand,
that would incriminate him.
So it would only be
a matter of time
before someone found them.
But what Metcalf didn't know,
thanks to some
18th-century invisible
spy tactics,
was that the handwritten
personal papers
were the very stack
of parchment sheets
Metcalf himself gave Bobby.
Not until I overheard
you kids in the kitchen.
He didn't want his life's work
to be in service to
a turncoat.
So he brought the Red Ghost
to life to scare away guests,
close the inn
and keep the secret.
And I would have gotten
away with it, too,
-if it weren't for you...
-Hold on.
We're not quite there yet.
There's one piece
of information that even you
don't know, Henry.
And it's something I think
Bobby, Fred and the people
of Newport Cove
deserve to hear.
VELMA: I did a more
in-depth analysis
of our cookie parchment
and I believe
when we analyze the rest,
we'll come
to the same conclusion.
You see, by studying
the history books,
we know exactly where
General Washington's troops
were and how they moved
when this was written.
But that's not what
Chef Edward wrote here.
The information here,
which was to be passed on to
a British soldier or spy,
is false.
Well, this keeps getting
better and better.
The people of Newport Cove
will be glad to know that
Chef Edward DuFlay wasn't
working for the British,
but for General Washington,
himself, who no doubt
thought a respected chef would
be the perfect man to feed
his enemy fake intel
to throw them off-balance.
And that means
Edward DuFlay was a patriot.
-And a hero.
-(ALL WHISTLING AND CHEERING)
DuFlay is innocent?
But the red cloaks,
the quadcopter,
the electromagnet,
years of meticulous planning.
It was all for nothing?
I wouldn't say "nothing."
The resort got a ton
of free publicity.
And the food's been
out of this world.
Like, pass the ribs, Scoob.
(CHUCKLES)
Huh! Hmm?
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
Aah!
Well, I guess this is it.
Freddie, I can't thank
you and your friends enough
for saving both the inn
and the family name.
So long, Flay.
Mr. Nosay-worthy...
Sorry, Noseworthy,
is still leaving?
Yeah, we tried to talk him
into staying,
but since there's now
a position open
at the Historical Society,
he's giving that a go.
He just might have
a "nosay" for it.
(CHUCKLES)
We made you guys something.
In honor of Chef Edward,
we packed you a picnic
basket full of to-go
sandwiches.
They're all wrapped
in parchment.
Regular parchment.
No hidden messages.
Unless you count the stuff
Chef Sue spelled out
in mustard.
(GROWLING)
Bye, everyone.
-So long.
-Have a safe trip.
SHAGGY: Like, excuse me,
but I'm still a little fuzzy
on one thing.
What's that, Shaggy?
If there was no such thing
as the Red Ghost,
what was Chef Edward
shouting the night
he disappeared?
Yeah! What?
I suspect he was found out.
When the British discovered
he was feeding them false
intelligence...
They came to take him away.
He wasn't shouting
"Red Ghost."
He was shouting "Redcoats,"
a popular term
for English soldiers
back then.
What's even more interesting
is that at the time,
most people...
(SHUSHING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(MUMBLING)
Can you keep it down?
I'm trying to get
some sleep here.
Boy, that Skip Taylor
is really something.
He really is.
VELMA: Yup.
Chef Edward, sir.
-Ready to go.
-Thank you, Thomas.
Here, for later.
It's elderberry pie.
Oh, thank you, Chef Edward.
Oh, my gosh, is that...
Chef Edward's elderberry pie?
-Give me some of that!
-I love your casserole,
Chef Edward.
Hello, Chef Edward.
You're the greatest,
Mr. DuFlay.
What's cooking tonight,
Chef Edward?
We love you, Chef Edward.
GIRL: Can't wait to see
what you'll cook tonight,
Chef DuFlay.
(OWL HOOTING)
(HORSE GALLOPING)
(HUMMING)
(EXCLAIMS)
(YELLS)
(GRUNTS)
(WIND HOWLING)
Ah!
(GASPS)
(SHUDDERS)
(BANGING AT DOOR)
(WHIMPERS)
-(THUNDER BOOMS)
-(EXCLAIMS)
Please!
Beware. Beware.
Beware!
Red Ghost,
Red Ghost, Red Ghost!
Gee, Freddie, it sure was nice
of your uncle to invite us
to stay at his inn.
I can't wait to see what
he's done with the place.
It's been in the family
for generations.
According to Old Newport Cove
by Henry Metcalf,
the Rocky Harbor Inn
has been vacant since 1780,
when the original owner
disappeared under
mysterious circumstances.
Oh, man, I wish we could go
one weekend
without
mysterious circumstances
and disappearing acts.
Are you with me, Scoob?
Like, speaking of
disappearing acts,
Scooby-Doo, where are you?
(GULPS)
(CHUCKLES)
The only thing disappearing
around here is our lunch.
Well, that's just
great, Scoob.
Now we're all gonna starve.
(CHUCKLING)
Don't worry, gang. I'm sure
my Uncle Bobby won't
let us go hungry.
Ooh, can he cook?
The "Rocky Harbor
Culinary Resort"?
SHAGGY: I'll take that
as a yes!
Freddie.
Hey, Uncle Bobby.
This is the gang.
Gang, this is my uncle,
Bobby Flay.
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
"Culinary Resort," of course.
Exactly the kind of place
you'd expect to find
a world-famous chef.
World-famous?
Don't tell us you've never
heard of Bobby Flay?
Of course, I have.
He's my uncle. I just
introduced you.
Chef Bobby Flay.
I bet you can cook
just about anything.
Well, I...
I wouldn't say that.
-Lamb chops?
-Well, yes, I can
cook lamb chops.
Herb-crusted?
Yeah, I can do herb-crusted.
With a balsamic reduction
served on a silky smooth
Red Norland puree?
Sure. I'd probably swap
the potatoes for a creamy
garlic Parmesan.
Or a Chevre Noir polenta.
Or, even a simple warm
heirloom tomato vinaigrette.
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
He must have fainted.
Should I get
some smelling salts?
No, he'll just eat them.
SCOOBY-DOO:
(EXCLAIMS) Lobster.
Oh, sorry. No, that's...
That's Nacho's.
Um, sorry, Uncle B,
but I think Scoob and I know
the difference between
lobsters and nachos.
Lobster nachos!
Like, yum! Write that down.
No, sorry. I mean this lobster
belongs to Nacho.
Nacho Flay, my cat.
And for the record,
those are grilled
blue lobster tails,
drizzled with
lemon-basil butter,
and garlic chives.
I can make some for you guys.
Or anything you want, really.
(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY-DOO
EXCLAIM)
Oh, yeah.
I think they like it here.
Come on, gang.
The whole north wing,
including this lobby
is a faithful recreation
of the 18th-century inn.
So the old inn was closed
down during
the American Revolution?
Yup. And since then, it's been
completely vacant.
Except for
the occasional spider.
Spider?
(SNIFFING)
All right, if there are
no more questions,
-let's move on to the...
-(CLEARS THROAT) I have
a question.
-What is it, Shaggy?
-Can you make beef Wellington?
I meant questions
about the inn.
All right, okay. Well, uh,
beef Wellington's a complex
and time-consuming dish
to prepare.
But, yeah, I've made it.
Sorry, I meant, will you make
beef Wellington...
-Like, right now?
-Shaggy!
What? We don't hang around
a lot of chefs.
I wanna make sure
we get our money's worth.
We're not paying any money.
Good idea. Listen, pal,
we're not paying till
we see the beef Wellington.
Okay. Moving on.
(SNIFFING)
(BANGS)
Whose portrait is this?
That's the original owner.
Our great, great, great,
great, great...
Let's just say,
really great-uncle,
Chef Edward DuFlay.
"Chef"? You mean, it runs
in the family?
From what I've read, people
around here still call him
the world's first
celebrity chef.
Has the restoration of the inn
yielded any clues about
Uncle Edward's disappearance?
We hope.
But so far, not a thing.
(GRUNTS)
(WHIMPERING)
Whew. Thank you.
(SNARLING)
Why do you call it
a culinary resort?
The answer, Daphne,
is just through these doors.
It's time to check out
the really cool stuff.
This is where
the magic happens.
(MACHINE BEATING EGGS)
BOBBY FLAY: Welcome to
the cooking arena.
(GASPS) Jeepers.
Whoa!
Nirvana!
Yeah!
So the Rocky Harbor
isn't just an inn.
-It's a...
-WOMAN: (OVER SPEAKERS)
A state-of-the-art,
kitchen fantasy camp, designed
to make cooking easy and fun.
Like, dude, who said that?
That's the interactive
computer program that keeps
everything in the place
running.
-Thanks, Rocky.
-You're very welcome, Bobby.
In here, guests can experiment
with their own recipes,
or learn techniques from
some of my pals.
Oh, man!
Is that Giada De Laurentiis?
Ow!
Yup. And the lovely
Bella De Laurentiis.
(NACHO PURRING)
(SCOOBY-DOO GROWLS)
VELMA: And those are
Chef Marcus Samuelsson
and his supermodel wife,
Maya Haile.
Hey, Shaggy, didn't you
meet them once?
Yeah. It was the best day
of my life.
WOMAN: So, uh, Maya, I've read
that at home, your roles
are reversed.
MAYA: (CHUCKLES) It's true.
He's the chef, yet I do
all the cooking at home.
MARCUS: But I do all
the supermodeling at home.
So it evens out.
- Next.
-MAYA: Hey, there,
who should we sign
this out to?
MAYA: Wait, this is not
our book.
MARCUS: It's Giada's book!
Really?
Could you have her
make it out to Shaggy?
With love.
Shaggy!
Ooh! Mr. Taylor,
first of all, I just love
your show.
Second, is it true that
the fork should always
be placed
to the left of the plate?
(CHUCKLES)
-No!
-Uh, actually, Skip,
-that is true.
-Says who?
Me, Bobby Flay.
I own this place.
Oh, my gosh! Sorry, Bobby!
I'm a little out of it.
Haven't slept in days.
-Not since the Red Ghos...
-All right, Skip.
That's enough.
Back to it.
Okay, cadets,
let's discuss the proper way
to spit gross stuff
into your napkin.
Now, we put the, oh...
That is terrible.
Really terrible.
(RETCHES)
Are these the old ones?
These are terrible.
Oh, that's... (SPITS)
Hey, Uncle Bobby, what was
Skip Taylor talking about?
Well, sometimes you don't like
the way something tastes
and if you have
a napkin handy...
No, he means,
"Not since the Red..."
Yeah! "Red" what?
I... I have no idea.
Oh, okay, uh, who wants to go
taste a nine-cheese souffle?
-Cheese!
-(SCOOBY-DOO CHATTERS)
Who doesn't love cheese?
Cheese!
How is everything, gang?
Incredible.
I'm stuffed.
(CHUCKLES) Well, I think
Shaggy and Scooby are
in hog heaven.
(BURPS)
-More hog.
-(GRUNTS)
Heavenly.
Wow! These two can really eat.
Um, don't you think
you guys should slow down?
Not if we're gonna finish
all this before bed!
Enjoy it now, guys,
'cause starting tomorrow,
like all the rest
of the guests here,
we'll be cooking
our own meals.
-Huh?
-(SPITS) Huh?
Are you gonna coach us,
Uncle B?
No. As we say in the biz,
my plate's full.
So, you'll be working with
my sous-chef
or, my second-in-command.
-But I should warn you...
-Who's there?
(OWL HOOTING)
Kids, this is
the groundskeeper,
Jeremiah Noseworthy.
It's "Nosay-worthy."
"Nosay," from the Latin.
Why would it be "Nose"?
Huh?
Um...
Uh, hello, Mr. Nosay-worthy.
I'm Fred, and this is Daphne,
Velma...
A little late for a barbecue.
We were just finishing up.
Oh, see that you do.
Unless you want him
to get you, too.
-"Him" who?
-Oh.
Didn't young Flay here
tell you then?
-Jeremiah, there's no need
to say...
-(CHUCKLES) Oh, you're right.
There's no need.
Not now. (CHUCKLES)
You're doomed already.
Wait, didn't I fire you today?
Oh, indeed.
Yeah, I've lived here
me whole life, you know.
(CHUCKLES)
Born right there in
that little cottage
I sleep in now.
I told you, you can stay
in the cottage, rent-free.
But no more scaring away
the guests.
No! Got to make way
for progress. (CHUCKLES)
'Course, we'll see how long
progress lasts,
-now that the Red Ghost
is back.
-(OWL HOOTING)
(SIGHS) Ah, good night, now.
Sweet dreams.
-"Red Ghost"?
-It's just a silly legend.
New England runs
on old ghost stories.
Well, if there's one thing
we understand,
it's legends
and ghost stories.
Uh, that's two things.
Plus counting.
So, four things.
Come on, Bobby,
spill the beans.
Also,
pass the beans, please.
Well, when Chef Edward
disappeared back in 1780,
he was alone in the inn.
People outside swore
they heard him cry out,
"Red Ghost, Red Ghost,"
over and over.
And no one ever saw him again?
Apparently not.
So, the legend of
the Red Ghost
that haunts the inn
was passed down here
in tiny Newport Cove.
To superstitious people
like Noseworthy.
"Nosay-worthy."
Which explains why the place
sat vacant for two centuries.
Of course, it's just a story.
-But since we opened...
-Let me guess.
The Red Ghost has appeared.
Well, that's what
some people say.
But I haven't seen it.
I only believe what I can see
with my own two eyes.
You're right, I should
pipe down and let
you kids get to bed.
Anybody want a doggy bag?
I'm looking at you, Scooby.
I brought my own.
Like, ditto.
-Nice.
-(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Come on, gang.
We better get inside.
SCOOBY-DOO: Huh!
(GROWLS)
(BOTH WHIMPERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(WHIMPERING)
Hey, boys,
you forgot your doggy bags.
Who can eat?
All I can think about
is that Red Ghost.
Yeah.
Red Ghost.
Oh, you scaredy-cats.
That's just an old myth.
You always say that.
And then we end up running
for our lives.
I think the only thing you two
have to be scared of
this weekend is indigestion.
Good night, boys.
(DOOR CREAKS AND SHUTS)
Gee, Scooby-Doo,
all this talk about
indigestion's
making me hungry.
-Me, too.
-You know what, Scoob,
I'm not going to let
any ghost keep me
-from my leftovers.
-(THUNDER RUMBLING)
-What the...
-(SCOOBY-DOO EATING)
Oh, oops!
Sorry.
Like, man, I hope
that kitchen's still open.
I'm starved.
SCOOBY-DOO: Mmm-mmm.
Be careful, Scoob.
We need to be quiet,
so we don't wake anyone.
-RED GHOST: Shh.
-Hmm?
That's right, shh.
(WHIMPERING)
Huh?
RED GHOST: Shh.
-Hmm?
-You got it, Scoob, old buddy.
We gotta keep it down.
(RED GHOST SHUSHING)
-Huh?
-You know, Scoob, I get it,
but could you "shush"
a little softer?
Me? That was you.
This is no time for games,
Scooby-Doo, I'm famished.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
That's right, Scoob,
shush, I get it.
Don't worry,
I think we're here.
Ah!
(GRUNTS)
Mmm.
Sorry, Scoob.
That's nach-yours.
Get it? (CHUCKLES)
(GRUMBLES)
-(GRUNTS)
-It's nach-yours, either!
(PURRING)
(CHUCKLES)
I thought you didn't share.
(SHUSHING)
Don't worry, Nacho.
We won't tell.
(YAWNS) Yeah.
We should hit the hay, Scoob.
Night, Nacho.
RED GHOST: Shh.
Yeah, we know, Nacho,
mum's the word.
Nacho makes a tasty sandwich,
right, Scoob?
SCOOBY-DOO: Delicious.
Hurry up, guys.
The sous-chef's on her way.
She's going to help us prepare
for breakfast
while Bobby preps
for the big show tonight.
Big show?
He's doing a live TV broadcast
to promote the resort
from right here
in the cooking arena.
He'll be live
from coast to coast,
cooking dinner with
the whole country.
And all the chefs here
will be lending a hand.
That's terrific.
I haven't met one chef here
that we don't like.
(EXCLAIMS IN FEAR)
I am sous-chef
Chef Sue.
Anyone joke about name,
I lock in freezer.
(EXHALES) Oh, well,
I wish we could help.
We like our eggs runny
and our sausage plentiful.
Call us when it's ready.
Wait just a minute.
Where do you two think
you're going?
Giada De Laurentiis asked
Scoob and me
to be guest speakers
for her class on giant
sandwich architecture.
You guys will say anything
to get out of work.
It's true.
(GASPING)
No leave. Stay!
(BOTH SHUDDERING)
(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)
Uh... Honest guys,
the sandwich-making dog
said he would be here.
Tonight, the whole world will
be watching live, as we go
inside Newport Cove's new
culinary resort,
honoring its most famous
ancestor,
Revolutionary War hero,
Chef Edward DuFlay.
I'm joined now by
the longtime groundskeeper
here at
the Rocky Harbor Estate,
Mr. Jeremiah Noseworthy.
It's "Nosay"... Oh, right.
So I bet you know everything
about this place.
When we finally get a peek
inside, what do you think
will surprise people the most?
Oh, I'm glad you asked.
Let me think.
Well...
(LOUDLY) It's a lie!
A big fat lie!
There's always,
"that war hero"!
Edward DuFlay was no hero.
He was a traitor, he was.
A vile, disreputable,
low-down traitor!
-Okay, um, we're having
some... Mic problems.
-(BOTH GRUNTING)
So, let's take a quick break.
(GASPS) I'm checking out.
I'm useless. I can't sleep.
This Red Ghost thing has me
on pins and needles.
(WHIMPERS) You know how scared
I am of ghosts!
And the color red!
(SCREAMING)
Someone will be with you
in just a second.
You think I'm overreacting,
don't you?
Well, I'm sorry,
but the thought of a Red Ghost
on the loose has me
all out of sorts.
My nerves
are totally frayed.
I mean, look at me.
I'm talking to a cat!
(BELL RINGS)
(EXHALES) I know,
you're right,
I should just take my bags
back to my room,
lie down for a bit.
Let my head clear.
Don't worry, Bob-O, Nacho
talked me into staying.
Good kitty. (BLOWS KISS)
Sorry, we're a little
understaffed today.
Do you have, uh, reservations?
About this place? Not one.
Bradley Bass.
I'm in real estate.
I have to tell you, Mr. Flay,
you and your furry friend
there are sitting
-on a gold mine.
-(CHUCKLES) Maybe.
Okay, uh, Bass.
Oh, here we go. We've got you
in the north wing. Room 113.
I'll call someone to help
you with your bag...
Oh, no! No, no.
No, that's all right.
I have it.
Bobby, quick. Something
is happening in the arena.
Nyet, nyet, nyet!
Zoinks!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Nyet!
What's going on?
Well, first,
we were chopping onions...
And they eat.
Then,
we were chopping parsley...
And they eat!
Like, man, every great cook
tastes his ingredients.
-Right, Uncle B?
-That's right.
Not just "taste."
They eat all the onion
and all the parsley.
And two pounds
raw biscuit dough.
Okay.
Uh, Sue, why don't you, uh,
go make some more
biscuit dough?
(SUE GROWLS)
And as for you two...
Henry Metcalf!
-Huh?
-He literally wrote the book
on Chef Edward
and the Rocky Harbor Inn.
Oh, my goodness.
Aunt Nancy will be tickled
pink to hear that someone
finally bought a copy
of that book.
Actually,
it's from the library.
-Oh.
-Uh, Henry's been helping out
a lot with the restoration.
I bet you know even more
about this place
than old Noseworthy.
I saw him on the news.
The gall! Calling Chef Edward
a traitor. The man was a hero.
And not just to the Colonials,
even the British loved him.
And we were at war.
He was that good a cook?
And more, which is actually
why I'm here.
-Bobby...
-(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Oh, oh, dear. Excuse me.
Nancy keeps at me
to get rid of this thing.
Half the time, I don't know
what it's buzzing about.
Uh, now, oh, yes, yes.
Bobby, I have a gift for you.
To celebrate
your big show tonight.
Everyone knows
your Uncle Edward
was a hero
but few understand why.
(BOMBING AND GUNSHOTS)
HENRY METCALF:
You see, in a time
of great civil discord,
when the politics
of independence
turned neighbor
against neighbor,
brother against brother,
Chef Edward hung a sign
on the door of this inn
that said...
VELMA: "All are welcome."
HENRY METCALF: Yes.
At the height of the war,
you'd see Colonial,
French, and yes,
even British soldiers
in here.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, not in here, exactly.
Bobby, you've done amazing
things with this place.
But so did your uncle.
Did you know
he invented takeout?
You're kidding. Oh, my hero.
Mmm. Takeout.
Any soldier who dined
at the inn, Chef would,
as a personal thank you,
make him wrap up morsels
for the road.
Anything that could
be warmed up over a campfire.
-Parchment?
-Chef Edward's parchment.
This belonged to Uncle Edward?
How do you know?
It's a monogram. "E-D-F."
Hmm.
Oh, Edward DuFlay!
If only he'd written something
on them.
A recipe or two?
Oh, he did more than that.
These are the very sheets
he used to wrap up
takeout morsels for soldiers.
They were entrusted to me.
And now,
I entrust them to you.
Henry, I mean, I don't know
what to say.
Say you'll
break a leg tonight.
And give your great-uncle
and this place
-the tribute they deserve.
-I promise.
Hey, why don't
you and your wife
sit with us tonight?
Thank you.
We wouldn't miss it.
-(CELL PHONE RINGING)
-Oh, blast it,
that's probably her now.
(CLEARS THROAT) I'll see
you all tonight.
What a sweet old man.
Couldn't have got this place
up and running without him.
Speaking of up and running,
where are Shaggy and Scooby?
Nyet, nyet, nyet!
(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY PANTING)
REPORTER: It is indeed
a star-studded night here
in little Newport Cove,
Rhode Island.
I'm with one of tonight's
featured players,
Chef Giada De Laurentiis.
Giada, this is huge.
It's a really great turnout.
And a fun way to show off
the amazing new Rocky Harbor
Culinary Resort.
What's in store?
State-of-the-art kitchens
like you've never seen.
Automated appliances,
indoor sustainable gardens,
and more. All designed
to make gourmet cooking
a destination.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
So everyone inside
and all of America
will be cooking
alongside you,
and the other chefs?
-Yes...
-Hopefully, you, too, Gail.
(CHUCKLES) I don't know.
My cooking is a horror show.
Nobody wants that tonight.
-(GASPS) By the way,
your hat is lovely.
-(YAWNS)
Yes, it is.
(GASPS)
(PURRING)
(GASPS)
(CAN CLATTERS)
(GRUNTS)
So, we're going to do this
or what?
We're headed for our table.
Just wanted to say
good luck.
-Thanks, Freddie.
-Shaggy.
Maya and I know
you're a big Giada fan.
But we got a recipe
for roast chicken
that will make you forget
all about it.
-Giada!
-We really need tonight
to go well.
Your uncle's put his entire
life savings into this place.
Thanks for that reminder,
Giada.
If you start to lose
the crowd, just bring old
Scoob and me on stage.
We've got a food-related
knock-knock joke guaranteed
to knock 'em out.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Knock-knock.
-Like, who's there?
-Beets.
Beets, who? (SOFT CHUCKLE)
Beats me! Ha!
It'll knock 'em out,
all right.
I'm nodding off already.
Good luck, everyone.
SKIP: A round of applause
for Giada De Laurentiis
and her bucatini pasta salad!
All right, how's everybody's
bird looking?
Everything's looking
good up here.
We just want to check
the internal temperature
and make sure we're at
160 degrees.
Very important.
Everything's going great.
And they haven't even shown
off the fancy stuff yet.
So for our home viewers,
now's the time to stick
that meat thermometer in.
But for everybody here
at the state-of-the-art
Rocky Harbor,
all we need to do
is wait until...
-Skip.
-Yeah, Rocky?
Your chicken has reached
an internal temperature of
160 degrees Fahrenheit.
Your chicken is ready.
(CHUCKLES) Wow, huh?
Thank you, Rocky.
Take it out and let me know
when it's rested
for 10 minutes.
-(CROWD GASPING)
-Ooh.
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
Pretty cool, huh?
(CROWD MURMURING
AND EXCLAIMING)
GIADA:
Don't worry about that.
Lots of stuff uses electricity
around here.
-(FEEDBACK SOUNDS)
-(CROWD MURMURING)
Sorry about that, everyone.
Gotta make sure we pay
that power bill.
(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)
Knock-knock?
Who's there, Skip?
Uh, beets... Beats me!
I mean...
There's a beet
at the door... Oh!
(BUZZING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(ALL GASPING)
(MURMURS)
MAN 1: Oh.
MAN 2: Oh, great.
(CROWD GASPING)
WOMAN: Red Ghost!
All right, all right,
it's not a... (YELLS)
Did you hear that?
(CROWD GASPING AND YELLING)
(YELLING)
Red Ghost!
RED GHOST: Shh.
(SHUDDERING)
(SCREAMS)
-Pay attention.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
(YELLS)
(YELLS)
(RED GHOST SHUSHING)
Bella.
-RED GHOST: Shh.
-Why is it shushing us?
I know. Maybe it's the ghost
of a librarian.
Who cares! Just do what
he says and hush up.
(ALL YELLING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
OVER HEADPHONES)
-(ALL CLAMORING)
-MAN: Out of my way!
RED GHOST: Shh.
It's coming right for us.
Shh.
Oh! Shush, yourself!
(WHIMPERING)
(LIGHT CLATTERS)
(SIGHS)
(MEOWING)
We'll be right back.
Next year,
I get the pick the vacation.
Your guess is as good
as mine, Larry.
Right now, no one from
the resort is talking.
All we really know
at this point is
what we saw play out
in the arena and on TV.
No injuries, but a lot
of scared folks.
A team of
paranormal investigators
are on the scene.
Just who they are and what
they're doing right now
about this serious situation
remains a mystery.
So this is really
what you kids do?
FRED: Literally,
all the time.
And you've actually
caught ghosts?
Let's just say, we always
get our man.
Do you mind if we look around
the inn for clues?
Go ahead.
The place is deserted.
Did someone say "dessert"?
-(CHUCKLES)
-Yum.
How can you two think of food
at a time like this?
How can we think of anything
but food, in a place
like this?
You know, Shaggy and Scooby
are right. We need omelets.
Whenever I get stressed,
I make omelets.
Ah, make mine
a vegetarian Denver,
but hold the onions.
-And the peppers.
-So, just eggs?
Yeah, you're right.
Hold the eggs.
Not again.
It's like everything
electronic in this place
has gone haywire
since last night.
ROCKY: Hay... Hay...
Haywire. Haywire.
Hay... Hay...
Haywire.
Thanks. In between
hosting TV shows
and writing best-sellers,
I've been studying
martial arts,
parkour and Ultimate Frisbee,
you know, just in case.
Whoa.
Thanks, Nacho.
ROCKY: Hay... Hay...
Haywire.
(ROCKY GARBLING WORDS)
VELMA: What could be causing
the appliances to suddenly
go bonkers?
Well, ghosts have long been
known to exhibit electrical
phenomena.
-She's right.
-(ALL AGREEING)
Well, thanks. I'm also
fascinated with all things
supernatural.
We need to find
this Red Ghost.
And my poor scared Bella.
Who knows where she ran
off to?
Don't worry, Giada.
We'll find her, too.
-Let's split up.
-Good idea.
Daphne, Velma and I
will search the ground.
Uncle Bobby, Shaggy and Scooby
will search the inn.
Uh, which team do you want to
be on, Miss De Laurentiis?
Oh, please, Fred.
Call me Giada.
I better go with the boys.
They need all the help
they can get.
-(PHONE RINGING)
-What about me?
Well, somebody needs
to answer the phones.
-Can you do that?
-Uh,
-how many phones?
-(PHONE RINGING)
You know what, never mind.
I got this.
I know how to answer a phone.
It's not like I never
answered a phone before
in my life.
I got it, Bobby.
-When the phone rings,
I'm going to answer it.
-(RINGING CONTINUES)
-No matter how many... Ooh!
-Now, Skip!
(DIAL TONE)
Ah, it's okay. They hung up.
Uh-uh. No way!
Sorry, Nacho. Scooby's
not about to become
a passenger vehicle.
Especially for a C-A-T.
(MEOWS)
He wants to know if you'll
do it for a Nacho snack.
Nacho snack?
Mmm-mmm.
How about that? Dude, they're
nach-your chips!
Get it. (CHUCKLES)
They're my chips.
GIADA: Bella! Bella!
So what are
we looking for, exactly?
I think we better talk turkey.
All right,
give it to me straight.
Dry versus wet brining.
Which technique will bring
my Thanksgiving bird
from blah to ta-da?
(GASPS)
Okay, nobody panic.
Where're you guys going?
That way.
Yeah. Like, away from danger.
You guys,
we've gotta press on.
If we don't catch
the Red Ghost,
this whole place is ruined.
All right, but don't say
we didn't warn you.
Hang on, you guys
carry flashlights
wherever you go?
-Uh-huh.
-Tools of the trade.
Isn't there something
you never leave home without?
-Tongs.
-Fennel.
Oh, great. Well, when we catch
the Red Ghost, you two can
make us pork chops.
That's right. We have
no official comment
on the incident.
We're going to let
the investigators
do their job,
and once we have
their findings,
we'll make a statement.
That's all I can say
at this time.
Now, can you please
tell me where my pizza is?
-I ordered from you
nearly an hour ago.
-(LINE DISCONNECTS)
He hung up!
Can I help you?
I'd like to be turned down.
The answer is no!
(CHUCKLES) This job's
easier than I thought.
I mean, I'd like maid service.
Never mind. I'm waiting
for a delivery.
I hope it's not from
Papa Blando's Pizza,
-or you're going to be
waiting a while.
-Who are you?
Where's Flay?
Is he in the arena?
Uh, no, no, actually, sir,
you can't go in there!
It's still a mess from...
Stop! Please, turn around!
(OWL HOOTING)
What should we be looking for?
-(FRED GASPS)
-Jeepers!
-You are nephew!
-Um... (GULPS)
-Yeah.
-Phone is ringing off hook.
Nobody.
-Wasn't
Skip Taylor supposed...
-No Skip Taylor!
That's odd.
Chef Sue not guest relations.
Chef Sue busy making
fish-head stew!
Okay, okay, you did
the right thing
by scaring me.
Uh, getting me.
Sorry, gang, you're on
your own.
The family business needs me.
Come on, Daphne, let's...
(GRUNTS) Oh!
-My glasses!
-Don't panic. I see them.
What's this?
It looks like some sort
of an electrical cable.
A big one,
leading from the inn to...
VELMA:
The groundskeeper's cottage.
I wonder if old Nosey-worthy
is sill here.
Only one way to find out.
DAPHNE: Have we talked
about LASIK?
Yes, and I'm still
not a candidate.
Wow. Like, where are we?
It's Chef Edward's study.
Most everything
in here is original.
We just polished it up
for the tourists. Even
the books were here.
You thinking
what I'm thinking, Scoob?
Uh-huh.
What are you guys doing?
It's our experience that
in a creepy old study
like this,
in a creepy old inn like this,
there's always
a secret passageway.
And the sooner we find it,
the sooner we can have
those pork chops.
(PHONE RINGING)
Where the heck
is Skip Taylor?
It's not like a TV personality
to flake out
on their responsibilities.
-Huh!
-(RINGING CONTINUES)
Rocky Harbor Inn
and Culinary Resort,
can I put you on hold, please?
Rocky Harbor Inn,
please hold.
RHI, your call is important
to us, please hold.
Well, good afternoon, Fred.
Have we met?
Oh, of course not.
You'd remember.
I've just heard so much
about you from your uncle.
Oh, are you one
of his friends?
No. Just a business associate.
Tell me something. Personally,
do you think he'd ever
give up this place?
Uncle Bobby? (SCOFFS)
I'd think you'd have to
drag him out of here
kicking and screaming.
That's exactly what I think.
(CHUCKLES)
Please have him call me
at his earliest convenience.
I have an offer I'd like him
to consider.
Sure thing.
Hey, you haven't seen
TV's Skip Taylor
lurking around here
anywhere, have you?
I don't know who that is.
Oh, by the way,
I'm expecting
a very important delivery.
Please have it sent to my room
the instant it arrives.
All right? There's a good lad.
Bye-bye.
(PHONE RINGING)
Rocky Harbor Resort,
this is Fred.
Reservations?
Um, I guess that's me.
What's your last name?
"Nosay-worthy."
DAPHNE: Of course,
Nosay-worthy.
You were Nosay-ing?
Just a little joke.
Oh, that DuFlay was nothing
but a traitor.
My family has
tended grounds here
for generations.
And the stories
have been passed, oh, yes.
The man was a sympathizer
to the Crown.
It's all written down there
in his personal papers,
which we're not allowed
to inspect,
since that lousy Henry Metcalf
had the entire Noseworthy
family banned
from the library.
Sunflower seed?
Oh, I'm sorry, we caught you
in the middle of moving,
didn't we?
(OWL HOOTING)
Well, I, uh...
Well... Yes.
We're sorry to disturb you,
sir, but we really just
wanted to ask if you know
-what this cable's for?
-The wha... The cable, oh.
Well, probably something to do
with all that blasted
technology Flay brought in.
(CLEARS THROAT)
And this junction box?
Oh, supplies all the power
to the inn.
Place still ain't properly
wired up for them modern
conveniences.
It's a temporary fix,
but one I ain't got to
worry about no more.
Anyway, what's that got
to do with DuFlay,
the traitor?
You don't gotta take my word
for it, do you?
All you need to do is go
to the library
and look at his papers.
Thank you, for your time,
Mr. Nose... Mr. No...
-Jeremiah.
-(TUTS)
"Jere-mee-ah," from the Greek.
Oh, come on!
All right, let's go.
Well, how can you catch
that fiery demon
if you don't know why it came
for DuFLay in the first place?
Why, it's coming
for us all now!
SHAGGY: Like, man,
I don't get it.
There is always
a secret passageway!
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yes, uh, hello.
Is that Skip? Freddie?
(INTERFERENCE BUZZING)
Uh, guys...
-What is it?
-My phone.
What were you saying about
electrical phenomena?
You guys, I think...
Don't say it.
I think the ghost is...
...in this room.
(WHIMPERING)
(SCOOBY-DOO SHUDDERING)
A trapdoor.
What do you want to wager
that whatever we're looking
for, is down there?
Chateaubriand?
With caramelized shallots
and a demi-glace
and all the trimmings?
Oh, I love Chateaubriand.
Good wager.
-I'm in.
-Um, we're trying to
do something here.
Also, what's wrong with
a nice leafy salad,
now and then?
Here goes nothing.
You're right, it's nothing.
Scooby, your flashlight.
(SHUSHING)
(BANGING)
Like, run!
-(WHIMPERING)
-RED GHOST: Shh.
(GRUNTS) Here's the last one.
Though I'm not sure why
this schedule of Colonial
army troop movements
circa 1778 to 1781 would
make mention of
Chef Edward or his inn.
And I don't know why
Noseworthy thinks DuFlay
was a traitor
or what that has to do
with a ghost shutting down
Bobby's live broadcast.
But I'm still looking.
You're right.
Everything's a potential clue.
We just need to keep
our eyes open.
-Shh.
-(BOTH GASPING)
Whew. I thought that was
you-know-who.
I'm going to take
a closer look at that
Chef Edward exhibit
we passed on the way in.
The one with
the lemon-juice bottle?
Didn't seem too promising.
I know.
But maybe we missed something.
Lemon juice... (SIGHS)
Velma's right.
Hang on.
Excuse me.
Is there another Chef Edward
exhibit here?
I'm afraid not. Why?
It's just that I heard
the library has Chef Edward's
personal papers.
Why wouldn't those be included
in the display?
I'm afraid the only paper
I know about
is the parchment.
The parchment Mr. Metcalf
gave Bobby at the inn?
Anyway, those are just
blank pieces of parchment.
Not much information
to be gleamed from them,
I'm afraid.
Still...
Thank you, ma'am.
Shh.
(RED GHOST SHUSHING)
(SHAGGY YELLING)
GIADA: I can't breathe
in this thing.
Me neither.
BOBBY FLAY: Come on, Scooby,
move it.
(ALL GASPING)
Oh, like...
I don't understand why
we all had to pile into
the same vase.
Like, man, it looks like
not everyone did.
(MEOWING)
-Uh-oh.
-What is it, Scooby-Doo?
Your keen hearing
picking something up?
-Shh.
-Right. Sorry.
(WHISPERS) What do you hear?
No. "Shh."
Still too loud, huh?
-No.
-No?
Shh.
Well, what do you think?
(SIGHS) I don't think
we're any closer to solving
this mystery now
than we were when we started.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Shh.
Sorry.
-It's Fred.
-Hey, gang.
Freddie, are you wearing
coveralls?
Whoo! I had no idea
this place required
so much upkeep.
What are you doing?
Solving the mystery
of the leaky
downstairs faucet.
(CHUCKLES) Anyway, I'm just
calling to see if you've heard
from Shaggy or Scooby.
-They're not there?
-No.
And neither is Skip Taylor.
I'm starting to get worried.
You should probably head back.
We're on our way.
Oh, and if you happen to pass
a hardware store en route,
could you pick me up
a lug nut,
and also I need
another pair of...
-SHAGGY: Run!
-(SCOOBY-DOO WHIMPERING)
Huh. That question's answered.
-Anyway, get back soon.
-DAPHNE: Will do.
-I think we lost him.
-(BANGING AT DOOR)
Come on. Seriously?
SCOOBY-DOO: Oh, nuh-uh.
Uh, what happened to me?
I lost consciousness and...
Oh, wait, I remember,
I took a nap.
Hey, why were you blocking
the door?
Hmm. Cookies.
Made the old-fashioned way,
since the hi-tech stuff's
still on the fritz.
This day has been a disaster.
The library was a bust.
And I put in a full workday.
And Bella's still lost.
Oh, I hope she's okay.
Is Bella the one
with the glasses?
No. That'd be me.
-I'm Velma.
-I'm pretty sure you're Fred.
None of this makes any sense.
Why would a ghost want
to ruin a live television
broadcast?
Yeah. And why is he always
shushing everybody quiet?
I think, Noseworthy knows
more than he's Nosay-ing.
He has lived here
his whole life.
You think he'd seen
the Red Ghost before.
Rocky, set timer
for nine minutes.
Timer set for
900 minutes.
Better just watch the clock.
Whoops. Uh, it's okay.
That's what
the auto-vac's for.
Um, I'm not sure you should...
(MEOWS)
(YELPS)
(MEOWING)
(ALL GASPING)
I also studied gymnastic
discus throwing.
Just returning
the favor, Nach.
How were the cookies, gang?
Delicious.
Mmm! These are good enough
to lick the parchment paper
they were baked on.
I wouldn't do that.
Bobby, you didn't by chance
accidentally use one of
Chef Edward's
parchment sheets, did you?
Of course, not.
That would be...
-Uh-oh.
-I think you'll want to come
take a look at this.
I don't understand.
There wasn't any writing on it
before you put it in the oven.
Of course! At the library.
-Chef Edward's
lemon-juice bottle.
-You're kidding?
During the Revolutionary War,
spies would send messages
written in invisible ink,
which was really just
citrus juice that dried clear.
Oh, so the paper would
taste good if they had to hide
it in their mouths, right?
No, so that when the paper
was heated, the citrus would
oxidize and turn brown,
so it could be read.
Everyone's been looking
for Chef Edward's personal
papers, thinking it was
a diary or legal documents.
But his personal papers were
actually this set of
personalized parchment
he used to wrap up to-go food
for soldiers.
But why would he write
to soldiers in invisible ink?
-Hmm.
-(GASPS) What is it?
-What's it say?
-It looks like
detailed information
about troop movements.
Are you saying Uncle Edward
was a spy?
-It would seem so.
-Cool.
Huh?
-(GASPS)
-VELMA: These are Continental
Army troop movements.
American troops.
Shh.
No, Scooby. Fred and Bobby
need to hear this.
I'm sorry, guys, but there's
only one kind of soldier
for whom this would be
useful information.
A British soldier.
Your Uncle Edward was a spy
during the Revolution.
But not for the Colonies.
For England.
Jeremiah Noseworthy is right.
Chef Edward DuFlay
was a traitor.
(BOTH GASP)
You're sure you left
the rest of the parchment
on the counter?
-Absolutely.
-I bet someone swiped them
when we weren't looking.
Nobody saw anything?
Wait a minute. Has anybody
seen Scooby-Doo?
GIANA: Or TV's Skip Taylor?
-(SCOOBY-DOO WHIMPERING)
-I think we found one of 'em.
Scooby, what are you doing
under the tablecloth,
old buddy?
Did you see something scary?
(MUTTERING AFFIRMATIVELY)
Will you come on out
and tell us about it?
(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)
He's too scared to talk.
Do you think you can act
it out, Scoob?
We were all listening to
Velma's analysis of
the parchment.
Ooh, then someone walked in.
Mmm-mmm.
(SHUSHING)
The Red Ghost!
Shh.
The ghost stole the parchments
and then sneaked back out.
On the nose.
It's a good thing he did
act it out, because
it's given us a clue.
Scooby just tracked through
the flour Bobby spilled
earlier.
But there's more than one set
of tracks.
Which means...
The ghost also left a set
of floury footprints.
But ghosts don't walk.
They float.
Exactly.
How many ghosts do you know
that leave footprints?
I don't know
any ghosts, at all.
Well, what are we waiting for?
Let's follow these tracks
before the trail gets cold.
You know, the tongs
aren't helping.
Oh, your fennel is?
Fennel is a well-known
repellent for all things
supernatural.
Tongs are pretty much
useless here.
Ha! In your face.
There it is! Upstairs.
Me and Scoob will stay here
to guard the kitchen,
in case he circles
back around.
Yeah.
What are you doing?
You heard Velma.
Fennel wards off evil spirits.
(SNIFFS)
I smell like a zesty
Italian sausage.
Yeah. I'd keep an eye
on Nacho, if I were you.
(MEOWS)
BOBBY FLAY: Hang on,
is that...
GIADA: The parchment!
The rooms are all unlocked.
He could have gone
into any of them.
-Shh.
-Wait, did you hear something?
-What is it, Freddie?
-Shh. In here.
(SNORING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(MUMBLES)
(ALL YELL)
(GRUNTING)
-Skip Taylor?
-Oh!
-Oh, hi, gang.
-You scared the wits
out of us.
Hey, what's with the mask?
It's for my sleep apnea.
You have difficulty breathing
while you sleep?
Aah, I wouldn't know.
I'm asleep.
So I got a prescription
to wear this, just in case.
Now, kindly pass me
my sugar pills and get out.
-Hmm.
-What is it, Velma?
Since we started chasing
the ghost,
the lights have worked fine.
That's right.
They usually go haywire.
Also,
it didn't shush us once.
Oh, there you are.
Huh? Mr. Bass.
Has that delivery arrived
for me yet, boy?
I'll, uh...
I'll have to check.
Well, see that you do.
SHAGGY: (CHUCKLES)
Well, Scoob,
it looks like, once again,
pretending to be cowards
has landed us the easiest
assignment.
It's true.
Freddie!
Uncle Bobby! Wait, is that
the parchment?
The ghost must have
dropped it.
You know, Flay, if you spent
more time cooking and
less time running around
-with these meddling kids...
-(DISTANT WHIMPERING)
That sounds like
Shaggy and Scooby,
come on.
(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY SHUDDERING)
-There it is!
-(GLASS SHATTERING)
-Fennel, fennel.
-I'm all out.
Where did he go?
Did you guys hear something?
(BANGING IN DISTANCE)
(YELPS)
It's right outside
the front door.
-(DOOR BANGS)
-Everybody, stand back.
A quadcopter delivery drone?
BRADLEY BASS:
Oh, finally.
-What's this?
-A court order mandating
the immediate closure
of this inn.
What? Why?
"As the home of America's
first celebrity chef,
the patriot Edward DuFlay,
"the Rocky Harbor Inn
has been declared an historic
landmark."
And, as such,
the place will be put through
a long, rigorous and costly
preservation process.
-Who are you?
-Me?
I'm just a simple investor
who's willing to take
this place
and its impending
cost overruns
off your hands,
right here and now.
Come on, Flay.
Take this money and rebuild
your resort somewhere
without any spooky Red Ghosts
chasing away business.
You never cared about
the patriotic legacy of
this place, anyway.
You're wrong! You're wrong
about Uncle Bobby,
and unfortunately,
you're wrong about
Uncle Edward.
-"Wrong"?
-Chef Edward DuFlay
was no patriot.
He was a traitor.
Oh, there's no reason anyone
outside of this group
ever needs to know that.
Take the check.
You're not really thinking
about selling the place
to that creep, are you,
Uncle Bobby?
I don't know. At this point,
maybe unloading the place
is best.
-Shh.
-I know. I know, you guys.
-It sounds awful to say
it out loud, but...
-Shh.
Get him.
Hmm.
(WHIMPERS)
A hedge maze?
Like, how are these things
still a thing?
It's a dead end.
(GROWLS)
-(GIRLS YELLING)
-Sorry.
Did we say a "dead" end?
We meant "living happily
for several more decades"
end.
(GRUNTS)
JEREMIAH:
Who's there?
Mr. Noseworthy.
I need your help.
Oh, actually, I've decided to
start going by "Nose-worthy."
It really makes
a lot more sense,
if you just ignore
-the Latin...
-Fine!
Just unlock the junction box.
Hurry. This might be
our only chance.
(WHIMPERING)
SHAGGY: Yikes.
(RED GHOST SHUSHING)
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
Which way now?
That way.
(NACHO MEOWING)
Like, thanks, Bobby.
Thank the tongs.
Giada.
(SHUSHING)
(SNIFFING)
Licorice.
Licorice? Really, Scoob?
Even I can't eat
at a time like this.
RED GHOST: Shh.
Wait a second, I smell it too.
-But that's not licorice.
It's...
-Wild fennel.
It didn't work.
What are we gonna...
-(EXCLAIMS)
-(MEOWS AND HISSES)
-GIADA: Bella!
-You're okay.
She saved us.
Thanks, Bella.
So, it's real? The Red Ghost
is a real ghost?
Not quite, Bobby.
I figured it out
when we got that delivery
back at the inn.
DAPHNE:
It's just a drone.
In a big, billowy cloak.
The spinning fans not
only make the ghost move,
the blowing air gives
the cloak its ghostly shape.
That explains
the shushing sound.
-(BEEPS)
-Now.
Okay, that's enough.
Can you hear me?
Shut it down.
Yup. A tiny electromagnet,
designed to emit a pulse
that disrupts the operation
of nearby electronic devices.
-Like walkie-talkies.
-(ALL GASP)
I read. A lot.
So, as the ghost moved
around the estate,
the electromagnetic pulse...
Made all the appliances
go haywire.
So, you're saying it wasn't
supernatural electrical
phenomena?
Nope. Just science.
(GROANS)
But these things
just don't fly themselves.
Somebody would need
to pilot it remotely.
Which is how we were able
to shut it down.
I knew the drone would have
to receive its marching orders
via the resort's Internet.
-Over Wi-fi.
-Right.
So all we had to do was shut
down the Internet routers
by cutting off the power.
Thanks, Mr. Nosay-worthy.
JEREMIAH:
It's "Nose-worthy"!
I don't understand.
How could a delivery drone
leave footprints and steal
all that parchment?
It couldn't.
Which means...
There's another Red Ghost.
And I know just how
to track it.
What? Elton John's not coming.
We don't even know
Elton John.
We need to make sure
people show up.
Don't worry. It's covered.
Mmm. Gourmet barbeque?
Sounds exciting.
The whole town's invited.
It will be a new grand opening
for the resort.
Plus, we're going to reveal
some big news
we recently uncovered
about the town's hero,
Edward DuFlay.
REPORTER: Aren't you worried
about another attack
by the Red Ghost?
I can assure you,
the Red Ghost
will not be a problem.
Nyet, nyet, nyet.
Not like this.
Like this.
(PLAYING PIANO)
I'm live
at the Rocky Harbor Resort,
site of some strange
goings-on in recent days.
Tonight, though,
all that seems forgotten.
(SIZZLING)
(SIZZLING)
(SCATTING)
Hey, we all have
to start somewhere.
Yeah!
Here's another one for you.
We Didn't Start the Fire.
That's Billy Joel.
Really? Where?
Hello, Newport Cove.
How's the food?
(ALL CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)
All right!
That's what
our chefs like to hear.
Folks, this amazing building
here has a lot
of great history.
Just like this town.
(CROWD CHEERING)
But not all of that history
is great.
And it's time the people
of this town knew the truth.
-(ALL GASPING)
-What's she talking about?
Many of you may have heard
the accusations that
Chef Edward DuFlay,
the man who built this inn,
and many say, this town,
was a traitor to his country.
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
Well, we have some
new information...
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
Information that
someone here tonight
doesn't want you to have.
(GROWLING)
Now, Rocky.
(SPUTTERING)
(YELPS)
(YELLING)
(GROANING)
Wow, Freddie, you were right.
Gathering the townspeople
and threatening to reveal
the truth about Chef Edward
did the trick.
Now let's see who
this Red Ghost
really is.
Noseworthy.
No, Scooby.
Mr. Noseworthy helped us
shut down the drone,
-remember?
-Oh, yeah.
Uh, Chef Sue?
What? No, of course not.
Chef Sue may be tough,
but she's not cr...
Singer man is right.
Chef Sue innocent.
Well, she can cook.
That's something.
So, if it isn't Noseworthy
or Chef Sue,
and it isn't Skip Taylor...
-Wait a minute,
I was a suspect?
-For a little bit.
If it isn't them,
then who is it?
The person who was controlling
the Red Ghost drone from
his smartphone
throughout his stay here.
Bradley Bass,
the real estate investor.
Off course. No wonder
he wanted those parchment
papers so badly.
Papers that prove
that Chef Edward DuFlay,
the hero of Newport Cove,
wasn't a patriot at all,
but a spy for the British.
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
You see, Bass was in a bind.
He wanted to buy
the inn cheap.
But he didn't want to damage
DuFlay's reputation
and keep tourists away.
So he thought
the Red Ghost scare
would motivate me to sell.
But he was just trading
one set of bad news
for another.
Oh, and I'm not really
Elton John.
I'm TV's Skip Taylor.
You're history's
greatest monster.
(ALL CURSING INDISTINCTLY)
If Bass wanted to run
this place, why scare all
the tourists away?
As someone who studies
real estate transactions
in her spare time,
I can tell you that's weird.
Because, Miss De Laurentiis,
this man is not
in real estate!
Or even named Bradley Bass.
Well, off course that's
my name.
This is preposterous!
(ALL GASPING)
Henry Metcalf?
The historian.
Metcalf spent his life
building a career around
the story of Chef Edward
as the hero of Newport Cove.
But, at some point,
he must have stumbled
upon the truth.
FRED: But he couldn't
let it get out.
The DuFlay myth
built this town,
its families
and his own life's work.
He needed to protect it.
VELMA: Somewhere in
his research, he must have
found evidence
that the Noseworthys
were right, and that
Edward DuFlay was a traitor.
And when he heard
Chef Edward's descendant,
Bobby Flay,
was coming to town
and restoring the place,
he became frightened.
Metcalf, like Noseworthy,
believed the legend that,
hidden in the inn,
there was a set
of personal papers,
written in DuFlay's hand,
that would incriminate him.
So it would only be
a matter of time
before someone found them.
But what Metcalf didn't know,
thanks to some
18th-century invisible
spy tactics,
was that the handwritten
personal papers
were the very stack
of parchment sheets
Metcalf himself gave Bobby.
Not until I overheard
you kids in the kitchen.
He didn't want his life's work
to be in service to
a turncoat.
So he brought the Red Ghost
to life to scare away guests,
close the inn
and keep the secret.
And I would have gotten
away with it, too,
-if it weren't for you...
-Hold on.
We're not quite there yet.
There's one piece
of information that even you
don't know, Henry.
And it's something I think
Bobby, Fred and the people
of Newport Cove
deserve to hear.
VELMA: I did a more
in-depth analysis
of our cookie parchment
and I believe
when we analyze the rest,
we'll come
to the same conclusion.
You see, by studying
the history books,
we know exactly where
General Washington's troops
were and how they moved
when this was written.
But that's not what
Chef Edward wrote here.
The information here,
which was to be passed on to
a British soldier or spy,
is false.
Well, this keeps getting
better and better.
The people of Newport Cove
will be glad to know that
Chef Edward DuFlay wasn't
working for the British,
but for General Washington,
himself, who no doubt
thought a respected chef would
be the perfect man to feed
his enemy fake intel
to throw them off-balance.
And that means
Edward DuFlay was a patriot.
-And a hero.
-(ALL WHISTLING AND CHEERING)
DuFlay is innocent?
But the red cloaks,
the quadcopter,
the electromagnet,
years of meticulous planning.
It was all for nothing?
I wouldn't say "nothing."
The resort got a ton
of free publicity.
And the food's been
out of this world.
Like, pass the ribs, Scoob.
(CHUCKLES)
Huh! Hmm?
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
Aah!
Well, I guess this is it.
Freddie, I can't thank
you and your friends enough
for saving both the inn
and the family name.
So long, Flay.
Mr. Nosay-worthy...
Sorry, Noseworthy,
is still leaving?
Yeah, we tried to talk him
into staying,
but since there's now
a position open
at the Historical Society,
he's giving that a go.
He just might have
a "nosay" for it.
(CHUCKLES)
We made you guys something.
In honor of Chef Edward,
we packed you a picnic
basket full of to-go
sandwiches.
They're all wrapped
in parchment.
Regular parchment.
No hidden messages.
Unless you count the stuff
Chef Sue spelled out
in mustard.
(GROWLING)
Bye, everyone.
-So long.
-Have a safe trip.
SHAGGY: Like, excuse me,
but I'm still a little fuzzy
on one thing.
What's that, Shaggy?
If there was no such thing
as the Red Ghost,
what was Chef Edward
shouting the night
he disappeared?
Yeah! What?
I suspect he was found out.
When the British discovered
he was feeding them false
intelligence...
They came to take him away.
He wasn't shouting
"Red Ghost."
He was shouting "Redcoats,"
a popular term
for English soldiers
back then.
What's even more interesting
is that at the time,
most people...
(SHUSHING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(MUMBLING)
Can you keep it down?
I'm trying to get
some sleep here.
Boy, that Skip Taylor
is really something.
He really is.
VELMA: Yup.