The Scooby-Doo Show (1976) s01e03 Episode Script

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-You positive this is the right road, Fred?
-Absolutely.
Ma and Pa Skillet sent us complete
directions to their Showboat restaurant.
Now, we turn right at
the abandoned gristmill
left at the cemetery,
and right at the snake farm.
There's nothing to worry about.
We're coming to another sign.
''Entering Hokeyfenokee Swamp.''
See, we're eactly on course.
That sign also says,
''Proceed at your own risk.''
Maybe we should alter course.
Like, maybe in reverse.
Yeah, reverse.
We can't turn back now, Shag.
The Skillets' telegram said there were big
problems with the ghost of the Gator Ghoul.
Ghost of the Gator Ghoul?
Rela, Scooby.
l don't think you'll see
any ghosts around here.
Suddenly, this black, mysterious night
has become a yellow, mysterious night.
Boy, you sure do scare easily.
lt's nothing but the moon shining
through an opening in the trees.
You positive?
l'm positive.
Ghosts or no ghosts
it's sure gonna be great to see
Ma and Pa Skillet and Scooby-Dum again.
Scooby-Dum?
Hey, does Scooby know Scooby?
l mean, does Doo know Dum?
l mean--
Are you kidding?
Scooby-Dum is Scooby's cousin.
They haven't seen each other
since they were puppies.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo
gonna see Scooby-Dooby-Dum.
Yeah, and wait until you get a mouthful
of Ma Skillet's super-spicy funky fritters.
They're famous throughout
the state of Georgia.
Funky fritters.
Yeah, from that you could get
a four-alarm stomach.
That's why Pa Skillet
invented Fenokee Fizz.
lt's a better soft drink
than Kookie Cola
and instantly douses
a four-alarm tummy blaze.
Hey, look, the yellow light's gone.
l guess the moon must have
moved back behind the trees.
What's wrong? Why'd you stop?
l can't go any further. lt's a dead end.
-Freddy, are the brakes still on?
-Yeah, sure.
So how come we're moving?
We're on some kind of small ferry raft.
Jamming on the brakes must have
released it from the shore.
Hey, the moon has come
through the trees again--
Look.
Oh, my gosh. Did you ever see
a monster like that?
lt's half man, half gator.
And all ghost.
lt must be
the ghost of the Gator Ghoul.
You can come out now, Shaggy.
He's gone.
Too bad. Scooby and l
were all set to capture him.
Looks like we've got a real mystery
on our hands this time.
And something tells me Ma and Pa Skillet
will need all the help they can get.
''Welcome to the Skillets' Showboat.
Home of Fenokee Fizz
and the Funky Fritter.''
And Scooby-Dum.
You called?
Scooby-Dum.
Scooby-Doo.
-Scooby-Dooby-Dum.
-Scooby-Dooby-Doo.
-Scooby-Dooby-Dum-Dum.
-Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Doo.
Scooby-Dooby-Dum.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo.
-Scooby-Dooby-Dum-Dum.
-Scooby-Dooby-Doo-Doo.
Boy, they sure are glad
to see each other.
l'm mighty glad you kids
could make it here.
That there gator galoot
is plumb near to ruining us.
Plumb near, my big toe.
Another week without customers
and the banks are gonna
foreclose their loan
and take the whole
Showboat away from us.
Right. Since that ghouly gator
started a-flittering and a-fluttering around
folks won't come
within 10 miles of here.
Oh, it breaks my heart to see all these
Fenokee Fizz bottling machines
ready to go and just sitting idle.
Haven't made a bottle
or shipped a truckload in over a month.
One look at that jaw-snapping ghoul
and every last worker just took off and quit.
That's awful. Depriving the public
of Ma Skillet's funky fritters.
Yeah, funky fritters.
We'll look around
and keep our eyes open for clues.
Clues?
What's with him?
Well, Scooby-Dum
has one big ambition:
To be a police dog.
He's been studying how to be
a detective in si easy lessons.
Looks like Scooby-Dum
just ran into his first big case.
Yeah, a case of Fenokee Fizz.
What a shame all these soda-pop
machines are just going to waste
because the workers got scared off.
But no ghouly gator is gonna
scare us off, right?
lt's the Gator Ghoul.
Gator Ghoul.
Gator Ghoul? Oh, yeah.
Scooby-Dum's
going after the ghoul.
That's what l call a brave pooch.
Scooby-Doo, you sure you're related
to Scooby-Dum?
A clue. Right there.
Scooby-Dum found a clue.
Come on, let's take a look.
What did you find, Scooby-Dum?
Oh, yeah. A footprint.
lt's that creepy Gator Ghoul again.
Run for your lives.
Oh, no. Scooby-Dum knocked
the control lever into high gear
and the Fenokee Fizz
machine is gonna eplode.
Eplode?
Hey, it sounds like a volcano erupting,
but l can't see a thing.
l hope Scooby-Dum is all right.
Look, Scooby-Dum did it.
The Gator Ghoul has turned back.
l did?
l did.
Three cheers for Scooby-Dum.
Hooray.
That's what l call a super dog.
That's my Scooby-Dooby-Dum.
Oh, it was nothing.
l wish we could get another look
at that creepy thing.
You've got your wish, Velma. Look.
lt's the Gator Ghoul again.
Oh, no.
Poor Scooby has really flipped out.
He wants to prove he's as brave
as Scooby-Dum.
-You did it, Scoob. You got him.
-l did?
Gall dang it.
Get this stupid, miserable mutt off of me.
l did.
Heard all the commotion.
What's going on here?
l think super-Scoob
got the ghouly gator.
Ghouly gator, my pinkie toe.
That's Simon Stingy,
our dishwasher and handyman.
Gosh, Mr. Stingy.
We're sorry about the mi-up.
Let me at that blasted hound.
l'll have him tarred and feathered
and thrown to the gators.
We said we were sorry.
You didn't have to scare
Scoob out of his wits.
That mutt's gonna pay through the snout
before l'm through with him.
Boy, he sure is a mean old grump.
One thing l'll say about Mr. Stingy
he has an even temper.
Always mad.
lt might be a good idea if you tell us about
anyone else who's still working for you.
Well, there's only Ms. Dovely,
our receptionist and bookkeeper.
Anything special
we should know about her?
Nothing special about Ms. Dovely.
She's a sweet, kindly old maid
with a heart of gold.
Hush, Pa. She's a-coming.
l was just about to tell the kids
how your coming here to work for us
plumb saved our necks.
Correct.
After that ghouly showed up
Ms. Dovely stayed on,
agreeing to work for free.
lt was the least l could do
for people as fine as the Skillets.
The least, you say.
lf it weren't for you loaning us money
for the last bank payment
Pa and me would be living
out in the swamp by now.
Gee, that was an awful sweet
thing to do, Ms. Dovely.
Ma and Pa Skillet have been
like a mother and father to me.
l guess l'd do anything for them.
Land sakes, girl.
You'll get back every last penny
and you'll always have
a home here with the Skillets.
-Right, Pa?
-Correct.
Ma and me always did hanker
for a daughter of our own.
You can bet your last bottle
of Fenokee Fizz
that that Gator Ghoul
is around here somewhere.
But what's he after?
Why is he haunting the Skillets?
There's Simon Stingy's cabin.
Why don't we check it out?
Looks like no one's home.
Good idea.
Well, there's nothing
but clothes in the closet.
Did you find anything, Velma?
Nothing that looks suspicious.
Here's something strange.
Why would Stingy have this magazine
called Legend of the Swamp?
l don't know,
and l don't want to find out.
Come on. We better get back
to the Showboat.
lf we're gonna find out anything
about this mystery
we're gonna have to search
every inch of this boat.
Velma, Daphne, you two look
through all the cabins at that end.
l'll do my searching out on the deck,
where it's safer.
Velma, Daphne, Fred.
lt's the Gator Ghoul.
Who?
Oh, yeah.
Gangway, everybody.
Coming through.
Quick, get up on deck.
Look out.
Look. Scooby-Dum did it again.
He saved Shaggy and Scooby
from the Gator Ghoul.
Oh, shucks. lt was nothing.
What were we afraid of, anyway?
lt's only a costume.
Yeah, costume.
lt's some kind of mechanical,
headless alligator.
Hey, look. There's a small motor
and battery inside.
This label says:
''Property of
Beauregard Film Productions.''
That's the company that shot a movie
in this swamp last year.
Maybe the Gator Ghoul is
some kind of mechanical monster?
No way.
They shot most of that picture
around that old shack in the swamp.
Let's check it out.
Hey, there it is.
Let's go inside.
Do we have to?
Yes, we have to.
Rela, Scoob.
lt's only another alligator costume.
Hey, what's that?
lt's on Kookie Cola stationery.
lt says:
''To A.D. from B.B.
Set up director's meeting for final
decision on Gator matter.''
And it's signed
''B.B., president.''
Hey, you think maybe Kookie Cola
has a problem like Fenokee Fizz has?
Like somebody to drink it?
That's us.
l'm not so sure.
l think we should keep searching
for more clues.
Right, Velma. And if we split up,
we'll double our chances of finding them.
Shag, you take Scooby-Doo and Scooby-Dum
back to the Showboat and look around.
Good idea.
This place gives me the creeps.
Me too.
Besides, we can fi a little snack
before we look for clues. Huh, Scoob?
Look. Someone tore some pink paper
into tiny shreds.
Yeah, and the only time anyone tears paper
into chunks that small
is when it's something
they want to hide.
Let's put them together
and see what it says.
l think there's some pieces missing.
Can you make out what it says?
Jeepers. l think we need an interpreter.
Like someone who can read Greek.
lf we could just fill in
the missing letters
it might solve this whole mystery.
''Ten whole chili peppers
two ounces Tabasco sauce
one pound hot pepper
four cups hot mustard.''
Now, remember, Scoob, there's three of us,
so we have to triple everything.
The Tabasco.
The chili peppers.
Scrumptious.
Man, old Ma Skillet
really knows how to cook.
A teensy bit on the hot side
but delicious.
Fantastic.
Fabulous.
Those missing pieces
must be around here somewhere.
-Here they are. l found them.
-Great.
And l just thought of a plan
that might trap that Gator Ghoul.
Come on, let's get back to the Showboat.
Jinkies. What's that?
lt's Shaggy. He must be in trouble.
Come on.
l don't think l could
eat another funky fritter.
Okay, you've had your little snack.
Are you ready to go to work?
Ready, willing and able.
That funky-fritter batter
is like a super rubber band.
My feet are frozen
in funky-britter bratter.
l mean, fratter-britter funk--
This fritter batter is too much.
l just threw out my old plan
for a new plan.
Thanks, Freddy.
Slipping my feet out
of my sneakers was a great idea.
Now for step one of my new plan.
Hey, what's the flour shower for?
To keep you from sticking
to that fritter batter again.
Are you kidding? l wouldn't go near
that fleible funky-fritter batter again
if my life depended upon it.
You will, and it may.
Well, at least this part of my plan works.
Just like flour-covered pizza
doesn't stick to the pan
we won't stick to the fritter batter.
There, that does it.
Now all you have to do
is find the Gator Ghoul
and let him chase you through
the kitchen and into the batter.
l don't know what you kids
would do without me
but l wish you were willing to try.
And Scooby-Doo and Scooby-Dum
can help you.
-Help.
-Help.
That's good. That's very good.
You know, you guys really sound like
a couple of houndish creatures.
Fantastic.
You'd make a great ventriloquist, Scoob.
Bellowing like that
without even moving your lips.
Here they come.
Oh, no.
Dumb, dumb.
Shaggy did it again.
Help.
We got him.
Why does it always have to be a secret?
lf you know who the Gator Ghoul is,
why all the hush-hush?
ln due time, my dear Shaggy.
ln due time.
Our first clue was this headless alligator
the movie company left behind.
The Gator Ghoul used the head
for a costume.
And the final clue was the scraps
of torn-up paper that read:
That still doesn't make any sense to me.
But these missing pieces will.
See, it now reads:
Ms. Dovely, the Gator Ghoul?
That's ridiculous.
Ms. Dovely.
lt takes all kinds.
Even a Gator Ghouless.
lt would've been mine
if it weren't for you nosy kids.
A few ordinary flashlight batteries
gave her those eerie yellow eyes.
l reckon l'm still a mite confused.
Why would sweet, kindly Ms. Dovely
want to go a-haunting us?
This pink slip fired Ms. Dovely
from her job
as secretary to the president
of Kookie Cola.
And she had confidential information
that Kookie Cola was about to buy
Pa Skillet's secret Fenokee Fizz formula.
So she was gonna kill two birds
with one alligator.
Right. Revenge on Kookie Cola
for firing her.
And by ruining Ma and Pa Skillet,
she could foreclose her loan.
She'd own Fenokee Fizz
and sell the secret formula
to Kookie Cola for a fortune.
Lucky for us, Shaggy's hang-up
for far-out food fouled up her fortune.
l'll be danged.
Ring up the sheriff, Ma.
There was enough funky-fritter batter left
for a few king-size fritters.
-King-size fritters.
-Yeah, king-size fritters.
Shut my mouth.
Delicious.
Doggone scrumptious.
Shaggy, remember what you left
in the fritter batter
-when you got your feet out?
-Sure, my sneakers.
Well, Scooby just ate them.
He did?
You know, he probably thought
it was sneaker-flavored bubble gum.
Right, Scooby-Dum?
Scooby-Doo.
Scooby-Dooby-Dum.
Scooby-Dooby-Dum.
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