Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated (2010) s02e14 Episode Script
Heart of Evil
We must let nothing stop us from retrieving the other 3 pieces of the planospheric disc from the kinder.
Hey, there, son.
What are you doing, dear? Tell Professor Pericles the rest of the planospheric disc Is ours for the taking.
I don't understand.
Where are our pieces? You're probably wondering what's happened to your pieces of the planospheric disc.
You've been scammed, conned, bamboozled.
We did this to you.
Let's see what it looks like the whole planospheric disc.
We have the whole thing.
That leaves only one question What do we do now? Reggie, if it weren't for you, I think I'd lose my mind.
I know I'm meant to be more than a simple security guard with a keen interest in birds.
Radley Crown was made for greater challenges.
If only destiny would step in.
Great heron! Freeze! - Good shot, Race.
- Thanks, Dr.
Quest.
With a kisser like his, a bazooka blast can only be an improvement.
Gone! But what was it, doctor? We may never know, Race, but something tells me we haven't seen the last of that demonic dragon.
Get up, boy.
Reggie, no! You've got to help him.
He saved my life! I know if that were bandit lying there Very well.
I'll do it.
Race, ready the Questlab.
This dog isn't dying on my watch.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo! Hi, gang! Welcome to my new humble abode! Humble? Jeepers, Fred.
You're living in a van down by the river.
And loving it! Besides, I didn't have much choice, seeing as my real parents turned out to be even more evil than my fake dad was.
Well, as much as we'd love to stay, Velma wants us down at City Hall asap.
You're probably wondering why I've gathered you all together.
- I wasn't.
- Me, neither.
I'm just excited to see electric lights again.
I've cobbled together a rudimentary player for the planospheric disc.
The sooner we find out what this is supposed to do, the sooner we'll solve the mystery of the cursed treasure.
Nibiru! That's the same word Abigail Gluck said! Oho! Like, yeah, the one that means Doomsday! Aah! That came from the records room! Gang, look! He must have passed out from exhaustion trying to load this vintage reel-to-reel hi-fi stereo.
That's not a stereo, Fred.
It's an old mainframe computer.
And whoever made this mess must have surprised the old clerk, and they could still be here.
Huh? - Jinkies! - I can't believe it! - It's - The Blue Falcon! And Dynomutt, Dog Wonder! Better think twice, dirt bag, if you have nerve endings and pain centers like any other perp.
Let's make this dragon scream.
Whatever you say, B.
F.
Hmm.
I can't say I fully endorse the concept of a masked vigilante.
Velma! He's a superhero with a belt full of traps! Huh! I'm going to help you shed your skin, snake, one scale at a time oh, let me help you with that, B.
F.
, with my handy-dandy fishing magician.
It de-scales, de-bones, and de-stinktifies fish in half the time.
Huh? Don't even breathe.
There are 17 methods to incapacitate you, and all of them hurt.
We're not bad guys, Mr.
Falcon.
We're Mystery, Incorporated.
Corporate greed is another symptom of a society rotting from the inside out.
You're my hero! Yeah.
Like, me and Scoob watch you guys on the news all the time! We solve mysteries and catch bad guys, just like you! Are you an unstoppable, perfect crime-stopping machine? No.
He messes up all the time.
In that case, put 'er there, pal.
Yeah! What brings you to Crystal Cove, Blue Falcon? We've been tracking that dragon creature in hopes it would lead us to its evil master.
Wellmasked man, Crystal Cove is our turf.
You want a mystery solved and a villain unmasked, you talk to us.
Hmm.
Hey, blue buddy, I like the smell of these kids.
Why don't we let them tag along? Very well.
But you should know that should I need to sacrifice any of you to get my prey, I'll gladly do it.
Oh, B.
F.
He's not kidding, either.
Squirrels are totally different than ghosts.
I love chasing them.
I hear you, Scoob.
Just because I'm a cyborg doesn't mean that I'm not a dog's dog.
Here's to you.
Fred, your ascots are just filthy.
Sorry, Daph.
A guy living on the edge just can't afford the niceties.
A person can't live like this.
What's going to happen if someone you care about but who's still on the fence about you wants toI don't know visit by herself? Well, uh, I suppose I could move the shark cage out of the back seat to make room.
But the lizard hammock stays.
I'm firm on that.
Ugh! These are the computer logs from City Hall.
How'd you get past the encryption? I may not have a bird-themed utility belt and a predisposition for violence, but I do have some mad skills of my own.
And from the looks of things, so does our dragon.
He was going through old sales records of all Crystal Cove businesses.
With a special eye toward this oneQuest Industries.
It was a cutting-edge tech firm until it was sold to Crystal Cove's most prominent corporation.
Destroido? Yeah.
I take it you've had dealings with this vile corporation before, and that it's corrupt to its soulless core.
We're well-acquainted with the owner Ricky Owens, codename Mr.
E.
, which is why I think we should take point on this one.
- And - Dog Wonder, attack! Huh? Uh! Let's get that dog.
Get him! Impressive.
But I can't help wondering what it accomplished.
My thoughts exactly, Velma.
Why didn't you just ring the bell? Or call ahead for a drive-on? A guilty man's bones snap like twigs beneath the grip of justice.
I think what Blue Falcon is trying to say, Mr.
E.
, is that there's a certain metallic dragon sniffing around your business, and we'd sure like to know what you know about it.
I don't know what you're talking about, unless, perhaps, I would be willing to tell you what I know in exchange for a certain planospheric disc.
Nothing doing, E.
Finders, keepers.
Losersjeepers! We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
I hoping you go for the hard way.
Dynomutt, the dental instruments.
Right-o, B.
F.
Aah! Like, don't look now, but that dragon you've never heard of is ransacking your lab! Move! Terminate with extreme prejudice, use of deadly force sanctioned! Hmm.
Look! The dragon! It's uploading information from the computer through its claws! It's a reasonable guess.
Get away from my files! Aah! Take heart, my precious dragon.
Fate has put a long-sought prize in my clutches! That voice Could it be? Zin! So you're the dragon's vile keeper! I'd recognize the foul resonance of your vibrato anywhere! His voice does have a special quality about it.
I wonder if he's considered a career in the music business.
So, Blue Falcon has discovered I control the dragon.
But he is too late, for at long last, I have discovered the location of the Quest-X power source! Quest hid it in the dog.
The Quest-X power source is in the dog! Get Blue Falcon and that mutt now! Scooby-Doo! Where are you? Welcome to Volcano Island, Blue Falcon.
Make yourself comfortable.
You expect me to talk simply because you're threatening me with your agonizer ray? Agonizer ray? No, little birdie man.
You are far too resilient.
However, are you not famously devoted to your dog? He means more to me than life itself.
Now, Bobo.
Hey! Cut that out! I know that the Quest-X power source is hidden within this animal.
Tell me how to retrieve it, or I shall activate the beam once more.
Never.
He doesn't mean that.
Tell him you don't mean that.
Hmmph! But you said you would do anything, sacrifice anything, to save your dog.
I would.
But that's not my dog.
Thanks for nothing.
All right, E.
No more Mr.
Nice Mystery, Inc.
teen.
Ok.
Ok.
All I know is, when I bought Quest Industries, there was an asset listed as the Quest-X power source.
But I was never able to locate it.
I swear.
Then we have nothing to bargain with.
And we don't even know where Zin is holding them.
Well, there's a tracking device on Blue Falcon's belt.
He loses his belt constantly.
Volcano Island? Funny, you'd think we'd know about a smoking volcano so close to our town.
But how do we get there? Have you come to the right dog! The Falcon Car! Uh-uh, Fred.
My dog.
I'm driving.
Full body scan on dog shows same as before license plate, uh, autographed picture of teenage boy But no Quest-X power source! The Blue Falcon spoke the truth! Then they are useless to me.
Throw them in the cells of despair.
Be strong, my dragon! I now know the dog we're after.
The cape should have been a tip-off Ahh.
It appears the Quest-X power source has come to us.
Bobo, shoot them down.
Excellent.
Now, comb the crash for the dog's remains.
You will soon have enough power for a lifetime, my dragon.
I wouldn't be so sure about that if I was you, Zin.
Mystery, Incorporated? You're alive? Thanks to Shaggy's fancy flying.
As soon as he saw your ray, he rolled the car over, dumping us all into the water, saving our lives.
Actually, that was totally an accident.
I am not a great driver.
Get them! Unh! Fred, this might not be the most opportune time, but my folks have I'm sure if you moved in in a totally platonic way, they wouldn't even notice.
Hyah! Oh! - Raggy? - Scooby! Ahh.
New look? Hoo.
I had some makeup left over from military school.
Oh, man.
I have failed you, my dragon.
What bitterness to lose with the Quest-X power source in our grasp.
It's all your fault! My fault? Gee, what'd I do? I hadn't a clue! Allow me to elucidate, Dog Wonder.
It's time you knew the truth.
You were once an ordinary but beloved security dog Until tragedy struck.
Radley, I was able to replace most of Reggie's damaged body parts with robotic replacements.
Now, for the tricky part the heart.
But doctor, are you telling me you're going to power this dog with the most powerful generator on the planet? He's a living thing, Race, and deserves no less.
But Dynomutt wasn't the only cyborg created in that explosion, was he, Dr.
Zin? No.
Stealing the Quest-X was to be a trial run for my greatest creation the dragon battle suit.
So precious was this invention, I trusted only one person to test it my own daughter.
The accident fused the suit to Jenny and has been feeding off of her life force ever since.
How did you know? The dragon registered a heat signature on Mr.
E.
's scanners.
But why the obsession with Dynomutt? Not the dog, the Quest-X inside! With that to power the dragon suit, my Jenny would survive.
But now I had no idea.
Oh, my goodness gracious! Why didn't you say so? Never to busy to help a fellow cyborg with a jump start.
Dog Wonder, no! The feedback could destroy you both! It's gonna blow! Father? Jenny! Aww! Isn't that sweet? Robot dog, meddling kids, man in bird suit, you have my thanks.
I have spent so many years pursuing my evil plan of global domination, I sometimes forget the beauty of a simple act of selfless kindness.
It's a pity you must all now be destroyed as this island explodes with the fury of 1,000 suns! Good one, dad! Let's motor.
Well, for an evil, crazed scientist, he certainly has a unique sense of humor.
- Let's get out of here! - Yipe! This is not over.
I'll hunt him.
I'll find him.
- And when I do - Dude! Would you give it a rest? Zin isn't all that bad.
After all, he loves his daughter almost as much as we love our dogs.
Aww.
Hey, there, son.
What are you doing, dear? Tell Professor Pericles the rest of the planospheric disc Is ours for the taking.
I don't understand.
Where are our pieces? You're probably wondering what's happened to your pieces of the planospheric disc.
You've been scammed, conned, bamboozled.
We did this to you.
Let's see what it looks like the whole planospheric disc.
We have the whole thing.
That leaves only one question What do we do now? Reggie, if it weren't for you, I think I'd lose my mind.
I know I'm meant to be more than a simple security guard with a keen interest in birds.
Radley Crown was made for greater challenges.
If only destiny would step in.
Great heron! Freeze! - Good shot, Race.
- Thanks, Dr.
Quest.
With a kisser like his, a bazooka blast can only be an improvement.
Gone! But what was it, doctor? We may never know, Race, but something tells me we haven't seen the last of that demonic dragon.
Get up, boy.
Reggie, no! You've got to help him.
He saved my life! I know if that were bandit lying there Very well.
I'll do it.
Race, ready the Questlab.
This dog isn't dying on my watch.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo! Hi, gang! Welcome to my new humble abode! Humble? Jeepers, Fred.
You're living in a van down by the river.
And loving it! Besides, I didn't have much choice, seeing as my real parents turned out to be even more evil than my fake dad was.
Well, as much as we'd love to stay, Velma wants us down at City Hall asap.
You're probably wondering why I've gathered you all together.
- I wasn't.
- Me, neither.
I'm just excited to see electric lights again.
I've cobbled together a rudimentary player for the planospheric disc.
The sooner we find out what this is supposed to do, the sooner we'll solve the mystery of the cursed treasure.
Nibiru! That's the same word Abigail Gluck said! Oho! Like, yeah, the one that means Doomsday! Aah! That came from the records room! Gang, look! He must have passed out from exhaustion trying to load this vintage reel-to-reel hi-fi stereo.
That's not a stereo, Fred.
It's an old mainframe computer.
And whoever made this mess must have surprised the old clerk, and they could still be here.
Huh? - Jinkies! - I can't believe it! - It's - The Blue Falcon! And Dynomutt, Dog Wonder! Better think twice, dirt bag, if you have nerve endings and pain centers like any other perp.
Let's make this dragon scream.
Whatever you say, B.
F.
Hmm.
I can't say I fully endorse the concept of a masked vigilante.
Velma! He's a superhero with a belt full of traps! Huh! I'm going to help you shed your skin, snake, one scale at a time oh, let me help you with that, B.
F.
, with my handy-dandy fishing magician.
It de-scales, de-bones, and de-stinktifies fish in half the time.
Huh? Don't even breathe.
There are 17 methods to incapacitate you, and all of them hurt.
We're not bad guys, Mr.
Falcon.
We're Mystery, Incorporated.
Corporate greed is another symptom of a society rotting from the inside out.
You're my hero! Yeah.
Like, me and Scoob watch you guys on the news all the time! We solve mysteries and catch bad guys, just like you! Are you an unstoppable, perfect crime-stopping machine? No.
He messes up all the time.
In that case, put 'er there, pal.
Yeah! What brings you to Crystal Cove, Blue Falcon? We've been tracking that dragon creature in hopes it would lead us to its evil master.
Wellmasked man, Crystal Cove is our turf.
You want a mystery solved and a villain unmasked, you talk to us.
Hmm.
Hey, blue buddy, I like the smell of these kids.
Why don't we let them tag along? Very well.
But you should know that should I need to sacrifice any of you to get my prey, I'll gladly do it.
Oh, B.
F.
He's not kidding, either.
Squirrels are totally different than ghosts.
I love chasing them.
I hear you, Scoob.
Just because I'm a cyborg doesn't mean that I'm not a dog's dog.
Here's to you.
Fred, your ascots are just filthy.
Sorry, Daph.
A guy living on the edge just can't afford the niceties.
A person can't live like this.
What's going to happen if someone you care about but who's still on the fence about you wants toI don't know visit by herself? Well, uh, I suppose I could move the shark cage out of the back seat to make room.
But the lizard hammock stays.
I'm firm on that.
Ugh! These are the computer logs from City Hall.
How'd you get past the encryption? I may not have a bird-themed utility belt and a predisposition for violence, but I do have some mad skills of my own.
And from the looks of things, so does our dragon.
He was going through old sales records of all Crystal Cove businesses.
With a special eye toward this oneQuest Industries.
It was a cutting-edge tech firm until it was sold to Crystal Cove's most prominent corporation.
Destroido? Yeah.
I take it you've had dealings with this vile corporation before, and that it's corrupt to its soulless core.
We're well-acquainted with the owner Ricky Owens, codename Mr.
E.
, which is why I think we should take point on this one.
- And - Dog Wonder, attack! Huh? Uh! Let's get that dog.
Get him! Impressive.
But I can't help wondering what it accomplished.
My thoughts exactly, Velma.
Why didn't you just ring the bell? Or call ahead for a drive-on? A guilty man's bones snap like twigs beneath the grip of justice.
I think what Blue Falcon is trying to say, Mr.
E.
, is that there's a certain metallic dragon sniffing around your business, and we'd sure like to know what you know about it.
I don't know what you're talking about, unless, perhaps, I would be willing to tell you what I know in exchange for a certain planospheric disc.
Nothing doing, E.
Finders, keepers.
Losersjeepers! We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
I hoping you go for the hard way.
Dynomutt, the dental instruments.
Right-o, B.
F.
Aah! Like, don't look now, but that dragon you've never heard of is ransacking your lab! Move! Terminate with extreme prejudice, use of deadly force sanctioned! Hmm.
Look! The dragon! It's uploading information from the computer through its claws! It's a reasonable guess.
Get away from my files! Aah! Take heart, my precious dragon.
Fate has put a long-sought prize in my clutches! That voice Could it be? Zin! So you're the dragon's vile keeper! I'd recognize the foul resonance of your vibrato anywhere! His voice does have a special quality about it.
I wonder if he's considered a career in the music business.
So, Blue Falcon has discovered I control the dragon.
But he is too late, for at long last, I have discovered the location of the Quest-X power source! Quest hid it in the dog.
The Quest-X power source is in the dog! Get Blue Falcon and that mutt now! Scooby-Doo! Where are you? Welcome to Volcano Island, Blue Falcon.
Make yourself comfortable.
You expect me to talk simply because you're threatening me with your agonizer ray? Agonizer ray? No, little birdie man.
You are far too resilient.
However, are you not famously devoted to your dog? He means more to me than life itself.
Now, Bobo.
Hey! Cut that out! I know that the Quest-X power source is hidden within this animal.
Tell me how to retrieve it, or I shall activate the beam once more.
Never.
He doesn't mean that.
Tell him you don't mean that.
Hmmph! But you said you would do anything, sacrifice anything, to save your dog.
I would.
But that's not my dog.
Thanks for nothing.
All right, E.
No more Mr.
Nice Mystery, Inc.
teen.
Ok.
Ok.
All I know is, when I bought Quest Industries, there was an asset listed as the Quest-X power source.
But I was never able to locate it.
I swear.
Then we have nothing to bargain with.
And we don't even know where Zin is holding them.
Well, there's a tracking device on Blue Falcon's belt.
He loses his belt constantly.
Volcano Island? Funny, you'd think we'd know about a smoking volcano so close to our town.
But how do we get there? Have you come to the right dog! The Falcon Car! Uh-uh, Fred.
My dog.
I'm driving.
Full body scan on dog shows same as before license plate, uh, autographed picture of teenage boy But no Quest-X power source! The Blue Falcon spoke the truth! Then they are useless to me.
Throw them in the cells of despair.
Be strong, my dragon! I now know the dog we're after.
The cape should have been a tip-off Ahh.
It appears the Quest-X power source has come to us.
Bobo, shoot them down.
Excellent.
Now, comb the crash for the dog's remains.
You will soon have enough power for a lifetime, my dragon.
I wouldn't be so sure about that if I was you, Zin.
Mystery, Incorporated? You're alive? Thanks to Shaggy's fancy flying.
As soon as he saw your ray, he rolled the car over, dumping us all into the water, saving our lives.
Actually, that was totally an accident.
I am not a great driver.
Get them! Unh! Fred, this might not be the most opportune time, but my folks have I'm sure if you moved in in a totally platonic way, they wouldn't even notice.
Hyah! Oh! - Raggy? - Scooby! Ahh.
New look? Hoo.
I had some makeup left over from military school.
Oh, man.
I have failed you, my dragon.
What bitterness to lose with the Quest-X power source in our grasp.
It's all your fault! My fault? Gee, what'd I do? I hadn't a clue! Allow me to elucidate, Dog Wonder.
It's time you knew the truth.
You were once an ordinary but beloved security dog Until tragedy struck.
Radley, I was able to replace most of Reggie's damaged body parts with robotic replacements.
Now, for the tricky part the heart.
But doctor, are you telling me you're going to power this dog with the most powerful generator on the planet? He's a living thing, Race, and deserves no less.
But Dynomutt wasn't the only cyborg created in that explosion, was he, Dr.
Zin? No.
Stealing the Quest-X was to be a trial run for my greatest creation the dragon battle suit.
So precious was this invention, I trusted only one person to test it my own daughter.
The accident fused the suit to Jenny and has been feeding off of her life force ever since.
How did you know? The dragon registered a heat signature on Mr.
E.
's scanners.
But why the obsession with Dynomutt? Not the dog, the Quest-X inside! With that to power the dragon suit, my Jenny would survive.
But now I had no idea.
Oh, my goodness gracious! Why didn't you say so? Never to busy to help a fellow cyborg with a jump start.
Dog Wonder, no! The feedback could destroy you both! It's gonna blow! Father? Jenny! Aww! Isn't that sweet? Robot dog, meddling kids, man in bird suit, you have my thanks.
I have spent so many years pursuing my evil plan of global domination, I sometimes forget the beauty of a simple act of selfless kindness.
It's a pity you must all now be destroyed as this island explodes with the fury of 1,000 suns! Good one, dad! Let's motor.
Well, for an evil, crazed scientist, he certainly has a unique sense of humor.
- Let's get out of here! - Yipe! This is not over.
I'll hunt him.
I'll find him.
- And when I do - Dude! Would you give it a rest? Zin isn't all that bad.
After all, he loves his daughter almost as much as we love our dogs.
Aww.