The Scooby-Doo Show (1976) s01e16 Episode Script

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Just our luck. We come to Washington
for the bicentennial celebration
and all we see is rain, rain, rain.
And thunder, thunder, thunder.
And lightning, lightning, lightning.
-What a shocking development.
-Yeah, a shocking development.
l was hoping we'd get to visit
the Lincoln Memorial today.
You'd need Noah's Ark to visit
the Lincoln Memorial on a day like this.
l think l just got a brainstorm
in a thunderstorm.
Why not spend the rest
of the day indoors?
We could visit the most fabulous
museum in the world
The Smithsonian lnstitute.
Hey, that's a great idea.
We'd get to see John Glenn's space capsule
and the Wright Brothers' biplane.
And all those antique trains and cars.
Three cheers for Shaggy.
For once he had an idea that
had nothing to do with food.
On second thought, it might be better
if we spent the afternoon inside
a nice warm hamburger joint.
Hamburgers.
Forget it, Shag. Let's get inside.
Wow, and double wow.
The Wright Brothers' airplane,
and Lindbergh's Spirit of St. Louis.
This place really has everything.
Ecept people.
That's strange. All these fantastic ehibits,
and not a single visitor.
You kids just come in?
-Right out of the rain.
-Might be wiser to be wet than sorry.
-Sorry?
-Sorry?
Folks that come in these days
usually wish they hadn't.
They do? Why?
-Ghosts.
-Ghosts?
Roaming the halls, creeping and crawling
everywhere and scarifying folks away.
-Tourists avoid this place like the plague.
-Plague?
l just got my second brainstorm
in a thunderstorm.
Why don't we rent Noah's Ark
and visit the Lincoln Memorial.
-What kind of ghosts?
-No time to gab. Gotta make my rounds.
You gonna look about, look fast.
You're the only visitors inside,
and it's almost closing time.
l wonder why a guard inside
would have squeaky wet shoes.
Beats me. But l think we've
walked into a real mystery.
We have an hour to look around
so keep your eyes open
for anything suspicious.
Look. There's something suspicious.
That grumpy old guard was wrong.
We're not the only tourists in here.
Oh, Shaggy, that's a tableau
of traitors of American history.
With wa dummies of Benedict Arnold,
William Demont, and Major André.
Wa dummy tourists?
l think maybe you could
use a pair of glasses, Shaggy.
They're made so real. They look real.
They even feel real.
For a minute l thought his nose twitched.
Hey, that's the biggest
steam locomotive l've ever seen.
''lron horse number 70. Used before
the invention of the diesel engine to pull
transcontinental trains over the Rocky
Mountains from Green River, Utah to--''
Look. This sign says,
''Push button to operate.''
Boy, this is really some museum.
-You can actually operate the ehibits.
-Daphne?
What in the world was that noise?
l think this old steam engine
could use a steam cleaning.
l can't stand this racket.
Let's get out of here.
Hey, have any of you noticed
something missing? Like, maybe Scooby?
-He's nowhere in sight.
-Come on.
We have to find him before
they close this place for the night.
A big, lovable hound dog
with sad eyes, an infectious smile,
friendly face, skinny tail?
And a tremendous appetite.
Well, that sounds like a fine pooch.
But l haven't seen him anywhere.
l'll help you find him,
but you better hurry.
lt's only a couple of minutes till closing.
All right. Let's split up
and start searching.
We'll meet back at the big locomotive.
Hey, this is serious.
l can't find Scooby anywhere.
Me neither.
l even checked the dinosaur ehibit.
You know how he feels about bones.
He's just vanished.
l wish that old train
would shut up already.
l can't hear myself think.
Maybe if l jiggle this operating button.
Help. Help.
-Did you hear that?
-l'd recognize that ''Help'' anywhere.
-Help.
-lt's Scooby.
And that weak, pathetic ''help'' is coming
from under this big massive locomotive.
Look. There's an open
trap door under the train.
Scooby must be down there.
Hurry. There's still time to get
him out before they close up.
Help.
Don't move, Scoob.
We'll have you out in a jiffy.
-Don't move.
-Don't move?
All rounds completed.
The museum's empty, as usual.
l guess those nice kids
found their dog and left.
Who'd wanna stay in this creepy castle?
Quit jabbering and set the time lock.
That sure is a crazy-looking contraption.
l wonder what it is.
''Replica of Eli Whitney's cotton gin.
lnvented in 1793
the cotton gin made America the largest
cotton producer in the world.''
-Cotton gin?
-For once, Scooby's right.
That ''rotten'' gin
gave him a ''rotten'' time.
Hurry. Let's get out of here
before the museum closes
and we're locked
in for the night.
-Look.
-He means, look.
lt's Benedict Arnold,
William Demont and Major André.
Arnold? Demont? André?
ln red underwear?
They sure do look silly
without their uniforms.
You tell them to get dressed.
There are ladies in the room.
Stop being silly. They must be spares
for those dummies upstairs.
Look. lt's Benedict Arnold.
You mean the ghost of Benedict Arnold.
He sure got dressed in a hurry.
He's locked us in.
-Freddy was right.
-What do you mean, right?
That's positively the ghost
of Benedict Arnold.
Ghost.
How can you be sure?
The real Benedict Arnold was a traitor
who was going to surrender
West Point to the redcoats in 1780.
Daphne's right.
He's been dead for almost 200 years.
Two hundred years?
That guard was right.
l think this place is haunted.
Well, start thinking about how we're gonna
get out of this dull, dark dungeon.
This place has more corridors
than an octopus has tentacles.
lf we only knew an octopus,
he could tell us which way is out.
l know. Let's split up
and start searching.
Good idea.
Look. Wet footprints.
Just like that grumpy old guard
made in the main ehibit hall.
Let's follow them. Maybe they'll
lead us to a way out of this place.
Hey, those wet footprints
dead end at the dead end.
That's strange.
They seem to go right under the wall.
lf you think that's strange,
look what's coming down the corridor.
lt's the ghosts of Benedict Arnold
and Major André.
Let's get out of here.
Come on, Scoob.
There's a time and place for eating.
Which is all the time and any place.
But not now, and not here.
Sorry.
Don't take that.
What a bump.
This is no time for laughing, Scoob.
You ruined a perfectly good dinosaur.
lt's the ghost of William Demont.
-l think we lost him, Scoob.
-Yeah.
Look.
How many times have l told you
never to pick up hitchhikers?
Speed it up, Scoob.
We've gotta get away from him.
Look. lt's Shaggy and Scooby.
And the ghost of William Demont.
We did it, Scoob.
Look at them go.
We struck them all out with a triple play.
Yeah. Triple play.
That should keep him out of our hair.
Oh, look. There's that
friendly guard, Mr. Clive.
Hey, the museum's closed.
What are you kids doing inside?
Well, it's like this.
-We were tangled in a cotton gin.
-Right.
-Buried under dinosaur bones.
-Right, right.
-Racing on bicycles.
-Right, right, right.
-Chased by the spirits of '76, and--
-Right, right, right.
What he means is we were
chased by the ghosts
of Benedict Arnold,
William Demont and Major André.
What l mean is, l've had enough
of those colonial creeps.
As far as l'm concerned,
it's goodbye bicentennial.
-Which way is out?
-There is no way out.
The doors are all locked by time locks.
They can't be opened
until noon tomorrow.
-Noon?
-Noon?
That's eactly 16 hours, 23 minutes
and 59 seconds from now.
Daylight stomach time.
And Scooby and l haven't had dinner yet.
This place is rumbling louder
than my empty stomach.
Blast it. That loudmouthed
train is going berserk again.
l called the engineer.
Should be along any minute.
You. What are you brats
doing in here after closing time?
lt wasn't our fault.
We had a clash with
a couple of colonial creeps.
Crummy, miserable museum.
Going to pot, that's where it's going.
To pot.
He sure is a grumpy old character.
Old Grumper's new on the job.
Bitter since they switched him from
the day shift at the White House
to working nights at the museum.
l don't blame him.
That racket's enough
to drive anyone grumpy.
-Can't you shut it off?
-Only one who knows how is the engineer.
Trouble is, every time he fies it,
it seems to start right up again.
Hey, it stopped.
-Where's Scooby?
-Look.
Oh, my gosh. lt's a grizzly bear.
And Scooby's gone.
l hope that grizzly bear isn't groaning
from a severe case of in-dog-gestion.
Stop being silly.
This is a museum, not a zoo.
l've got a sneaky suspicion
that's Scooby under a bearskin.
Yeah? Well, you sneak over
and find out
while l hold back and watch you.
Stay back. Stay back, do you hear?
-Stay back, or l'll--
-Wait.
-Thanks.
-See?
-lt's nothing but our dog.
-Who are you?
Willit, city engineer.
l just finished fiing
this screwball locomotive
when this bear, l mean, dog,
scared me half out--
Oh, yeah? Well, if the museum's
locked with time locks, how'd you get in?
Didn't have to. With this loco
locomotive going loco 40 times a night
l've been sleeping in.
That is, if you can call it sleep with this
mechanical monster waking me every hour.
-Look.
-He has wet feet like grumpy old Grumper.
And he said he was sleeping inside.
Something tells me that
grumpy old Grumper
and Mr. Willit may be behind
whatever's going on here.
And those soggy footprints
may be the clue to whatever it is.
Right. l think we'd better have
a closer look down in the basement.
What should we look for?
lt just starts up, like, from nowhere.
There goes that loco locomotive again.
Hey. The cotton gin stopped.
And so did the locomotive upstairs.
There they go again.
lt's as if they were both run by the same
motor, yet there's nothing connecting them.
That's strange. Every time the cotton
gin starts, the train roars.
And every time it stops, the train stops.
Look. That's funny.
Every part of this cotton gin
looks a hundred years old
ecept those shiny
new gears at the top.
And those brand new belts and pulleys
that run down the corridor.
Look.
More of those soggy shoe prints.
The belts and the footprints both lead
to that dead-end wall we saw before.
And just like before, the footprints
seem to go right under the wall.
And the cables go right through it.
-What happened?
-The whole wall swung around.
-But how? What made it go?
-Look.
Scooby-Doo.
Stop already. l'm getting cellar sick.
l feel like my empty stomach
is in my empty head.
Me and my big mouth.
Yeah, you and your big mouth.
Hey, we're in some old,
abandoned storm drain.
So this is where all those
wet footprints came from.
Come on.
Let's follow those belts.
lt's cold.
-Come on, Scoob, we can't wait.
-Okay.
Whoever said dog is man's best friend?
Look. Those belts run from the
cotton gin to this big drilling machine.
And someone's drilled a hole right through
that 4-foot-thick concrete wall.
l wonder what's inside these big,
bulging burlap bags.
-Brand-new hundred-dollar bills.
-Hundred-dollar bills?
Thousands of them.
Something sure is fishy
in this storm drain.
Come on. Let's see what's
on the other side of this wall.
Printing presses.
-Dozens of huge printing presses.
-Counterfeiters.
Those spirits of '76 must be counterfeiting
those new 100 dollar bills.
Counterfeiters, my foot.
The only printing presses
in the world this big
are in the United States Bureau
of Printing and Engraving.
-Where the government prints money.
-The U.S. Mint.
We passed it driving up to the museum.
lt's only a few blocks away.
And we walked a few blocks
through that storm drain.
l think l hear a familiar sound
that l wish l didn't think l heard.
Someone's coming.
Quick, duck behind this press.
The glowcoats are coming.
Jinkies. l hope this heap
doesn't run out of gas.
You mean steam.
-They're gaining on us, Scoob.
-Faster. Faster.
Look out. Bunker Hill, dead ahead.
Oh, my gosh.
They forgot to put brakes on this jalopy.
Someone's shooting
whole cannons at us.
Hold tight, Scoob.
Help.
The steering's gone.
Yipe, and double yipe.
l thought they outlawed fireworks.
Yipe, yipe, yipe and triple yipe.
General Washington, l hope you don't mind
if l borrow one of your ice cubes.
This slippery ice ought to
put them into a super skid.
Glass ice. l muffed it again.
We ran out of gas. l mean, steam.
As Shaggy would say, ''Yipe.''
Look.
And double:
Oh, my gosh. Scooby's flying.
And he doesn't even have a pilot's license.
Or a parachute.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo.
Look.
He flew the Wright Brothers' plane
just like he was Orville himself.
Three cheers for Scooby,
The Brown Baron.
Congratulations, Scooby.
You did it again.
Scooby-Dooby did.
Yeah. Good old Scoob
was in the Wright plane at the right time.
-Get it? Wright. Right.
-Right.
All right, already. We get it.
So now let's get these creepy
colonial disguises off
and see who those creeps are.
l was sure that was gonna be
grumpy old Grumper.
lt's Mr. Willit, the city engineer.
Okay, grumpy old Grumper, the jig's up.
lt's Mr. Clive.
You kids did a terrific job.
-Wow, a real government agent.
-You were watching this gang all the time.
We figured they ditched the real
wa dummies in the basement
and put on their clothes.
Then they posed in this tableau
as wa dummies.
When the guards made their rounds
they thought the museum
was empty and locked up.
And that enabled them to stay inside
all night and work the drill into the Mint.
They put phosphorescent powder
on their clothes
and haunted the museum
to keep people away.
l get it. That way they could work
day and night drilling through
this thick concrete wall to the Mint.
Right. Mr. Willit rigged
the cotton gin to power the drill.
He souped up the soundtrack of the
locomotive to cover up the noise.
Mr. Willit confessed to us that
he stumbled on the old plans
of the abandoned storm drain running
to the Mint in some dusty old files.
And devised the scheme to strip
good old Uncle Sam
of a couple million of his
freshly printed greenbacks.
l still don't understand why Mr. Grumper's
feet were always wet.
Wet and cold and aching from lumbago
with being soaked
from mopping up those
dangblasted wet footprints
and puddles those goonies made.
You know what this is, Scoob?
This little delicious piece of paper
is equal to 200 juicy hamburgers.
You think good old Uncle Sam might let
us keep just one teensy little old bill, huh?
As sort of a souvenir?
Sorry, son, but it's against the law.
The fact is, those spirits of '76
made one big mistake.
They did? What was that?
That press room they drilled into was filled
with millions of dollars in worthless money.
-Worthless?
-Worthless?
These bills haven't had the
treasurer's signature, the treasury seal
or the serial numbers printed
on them yet.
Fact is, without them,
all that money is worth eactly
as much as the paper it's printed on.
-Delicious.
-Yeah.
Two hundred hamburgers' worth.
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