Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated (2010) s02e15 Episode Script
Theater of the Doomed
There it is the undersea town! I think that's the lost town of missionaries that disappeared about 300 years ago.
There is no escape! Nibiru - It sounded like - Nibiru.
My favorite Internet encyclopedia says the Nibiru collision is a disastrous encounter between the earth and a large planetary object.
I have cobbled together a rudimentary player for the planospheric disc.
Nibiru! Doomsday! Nibiru.
Welcome, volunteer stage hands.
Thanks to your court-ordered community service, you get to be a part of this yearly tradition where we theatrically recreate something horrid from our city's sordid past.
And what could be more horrid than that night 500 years ago when a terrifying earthquake sent the first town of Crystal Cove sinking into the sea? All would have perished if it weren't for the brave efforts of Friar Gabriello Serra and his trusty donkey Porto.
And I'm very pleased to announce that the role of Friar Serra will be played by none other than Crystal Cove High's master thespian Doogle McGinnis! Ta! How's everybody doing? Well, Doogle, ready to rehearse? Cha! You bet! But, um, what's with the dead guy? Burlington library sent over genuine artifacts to help lend our production authenticity, including the mummified body of Friar Serra himself.
Isn't that wonderful? What happened to the lights? Aah! Ah! Anyone who dares tell my story is doomed! Up the servant staircase, quick! But Daphne, you don't have to do this.
Yes, Fred, I do.
You can't keep living by the river in the mystery machine.
You're beginning tosmell.
But I've been using my hobo soap.
Hobo soap? A pine cone dipped in deer sweat and scented with ferret musk.
Blech.
Hmm.
Whoa.
You and nova should be OK in here.
Bathroom's in there.
There's real soap in the shower.
Use it.
I'll visit you every day.
Like, it's a text from Vincent van Ghoul.
What does it say? "Heep"? What the heck's that mean? I meant to type "help.
" I'm no good with these new-fangled gadgets.
But I was in such a panicked state Mayor nettles called and asked me to take over the play.
Evidently, the director and the star suddenly quit.
Obviously, I jumped at the chance.
I'm a great supporter of amateur dramatics.
And truth be told, my career could use a goose.
But when I arrive, I find the set's been destroyed.
And worse, the only copy of the script has been ripped to pieces! What am I to do? Don't worry, Mr.
van Ghoul.
We'll help you.
- We will? - We will.
After all the times you guys have gotten Scooby and I in trouble, - you owe us.
- Big time.
Please? WellOK.
Oh, thank you! Thank you! This I got to see.
George Avocados? That's Avacados.
Mr.
Avocados, what are you doing here? Sweeping.
That's what a janitor does, isn't it? Janitor? After you all destroyed my farm, the only job I could get was back here at city hall as a janitor! And a good thing, too.
Now I get to watch you all make fools of yourselves trying to put on that play.
And when you fail, I'll be here to clean up your mess.
Avocados! Back to work.
That's Avacados.
- But - Stifle it, Chiles.
Pericles has the floor.
So, the kinder still have the disc.
You couldn't even manipulate your own son? Pathetic.
Fine.
We failed.
- That's right, Brad.
- Not now, Judy.
Aren't you the smart one who should have seen through Fred's ruse? Don't push me, older pretty boy.
I want those pieces, and since you and your sweet, dumb bride failed me, it is up to you to recover them before people get hurt.
Most of the script's missing, but it looks like they were trying to tell the story of Friar Serra and his donkey Porto.
The ones who saved everyone when the first town of Crystal Cove sank - into the ocean? - Mm-hmm.
Like, the same underwater town with those killer robots? - Bingo.
- Huh? I still don't understand why Mr.
Lefranc and Doogle would smash the set - and run off like that.
- Typical theater folk.
I once saw Lionel Barrymore attack a settee with a lead pipe.
But we'll show them who the true professionals are.
But what about the actors? Stop! Don't move.
That chin.
That nose.
You shall be Friar Gabrielo Serra, and you shall be his donkey Porto.
Wow.
A donkey! I should be able to rebuild the set.
And I can make the costumes.
And I'll finish writing the play.
Oh, I love it.
It's so cliche! But first, I'll need to find out more about Friar Serra and Porto.
Huh? Hmm.
That's weird.
Hello? Anybody there? Hello? Oh! My glasses! Aah! Whoa! Oh! Aah! No.
Stay away! I should never have transferred my dead wife's brain into an earthworm! Kiss me, darling.
Mmm.
No! No! Notice my acting technique here.
I'm still in love with her, yet repulsed.
Hey, Velma, move.
Velma, you all right? Poor girl looks like she's seen a ghost.
Try mummy.
Mummy? I think I know why Doogle and Mr.
Lefranc ran away.
My dear woman, why didn't you tell me this production was plagued by a mummy? I didn't know Mr.
Lefranc and Doogle were telling the truth! I thought they were making it all up to get out of the production because I wasn't paying them enough.
Wait.
You were paying them? Well, I am done with this charade.
But we're already sold out! We're having churros shipped in special.
The newspaper's even sending over their best critic Valdesh Helgenjew.
Helgenjew? Oh, no.
Not him! Like, who's Helgenjew? The Norwegian me.
We used to go up for the same parts.
He hates me because I always got the roles over him.
Oh, he'll savage me! He'll tear me apart! No, he won't.
You're Vincent van Ghoul! You can do this! Butthe mummy Don't worry, Mr.
van Ghoul.
Mystery, incorporated is on the case.
If there is a mummy friar, we'll get to the bottom of it.
- You mean it? - Oh, it's on.
That must be the case that used to hold Friar Serra's mummified body.
But where did it go? I wonder what this is.
Eww.
Appears organic.
It's over here, too.
It's on all of these Burlington library crates.
Hey, Daph, maybe you could use some of this stuff to make a Friar Serra costume for Shaggy.
Hyah! Wow.
That was anticlimactic.
Doogle McGinnis? - You're the mummy? - Of course not! I just wanted to get my costume back.
It was custom-made to hide my inherited buttocks dysplasia.
Where's Mr.
Lefranc? Who knows? He's disappeared.
And what were you all talking about? Why would Shaggy need a Friar Serra costume? Since you and Mr.
Lefranc left, we're helping Vincent van Ghoul put on the play without you.
Shaggy Rogers is playing my role? I am the finest actor in Crystal Cove! I cannot be replaced! If you do this play, you're doomed.
Everybody, listen to me.
The city, she is, like, uh, falling into the sea.
Come with us if you want to live.
Uh, I'm a donkey? Boo! Back to work, Avocados! Don't worry.
Ridicule is all a part of the craft.
Like, right now, I'm more interested in craft services.
What do you say, Scoob? Break time? Yeah.
Yum! I'm doomed.
Yes, you are! Avocados! You find anything? Just a ham in a friar's costume who doesn't want the show to go on.
Ah.
Hmm? Read my mind, buddy.
Hoo-hoo! It doesn't make sense.
Why would Doogle sabotage this show? Huh? Now what? You must not evoke the memory of Nibiru! The telling of the story must never be heard! He will feed on it.
Nibiru will grow stronger, and you will never be able to stop him! Aah! Danger! You are all in horrible danger! Aah! You will never be able to stop him! Like, what just happened? This time, I have no idea.
Hey, remember Doogle McGinnis did say we were doomed if we tried to do the play.
No.
It's that critic Valdesh Helgenjew.
He's out to ruin me once and for all.
What about Mr.
Lefranc? Nobody's seen him since the initial attack.
One thing's for sure if we're going to get to the bottom of this, the show must go on! Huh? Hmm.
There he is, Helgenjew.
Oh, I'm so nervous, I think I'm going to tinkle.
No time.
You guys are on in 5 minutes.
Now, the hour has come to be.
The earth and ocean don't agree.
The fault has split.
Here comes the flood to destructify y'all's neighborho'd.
No time to run.
There's only panic while the mission falls into the Atlantic.
It's the pacific, you hack! Um, uh, ummm * So, like, we're sinking * into the sea * * because I'm Porto, a super donkey! * * the earthquake's like a sieve * * so come with me if you want to live * Uh * Like, the only ones to save you are my donkey and me * I warned you not to tell my story.
Look out! Aah! Oh! - Aah! Take that! - Hey! Whoa! Oh! Oh! Churro! Now! Now, let's see who this ghostly monk really is.
George Avocados? That's Avac Ah.
Oh, forget it.
That's right, it is me.
Yes! Finally! I knew you'd be the villain eventually.
All right, you got me.
And I suppose you're wondering, after so many prior misdirects, why now.
Actually, no.
Not really.
We kind of always knew you were evil.
Hmmph! OK, fine.
Then my tale should not surprise.
It all began after I failed in politics.
I had no choice but to go into the family business farming avocados.
Everything was going so well until you mystery brats blew up my crops.
I then tried my hand at fortune telling.
But when that endeavor failed I fell back on the Avacados legacy of stealing other people's things.
I located the Avacados diamond, stolen by my father.
Turns out, it actually was disguised as a door knob not on a door in Crystal Cove, but on a door at the Burlington library.
When I found out it was among the artifacts sent here for the production.
I took a job as a janitor.
I needed everyone to stay clear of the basement to give me time to look.
I hid the body of Friar Serra in a closet and assumed his identity.
Knowing this town's gullibility, I knew a ghost story would give me room to hunt.
And I would have succeeded, too, if it weren't for Vincent van Ghoul.
Moi? So the brown residue that was left behind That's right.
Guacamole! Now, I want my diamond! Let me see something.
This crystal is the diamond! But, like, hold on.
If you were the friar, how did you appear at the rehearsals? I didn't.
I assumed that was you meddling kids trying to trick me into revealing myself.
Huh? Oh! Here comes Helgenjew.
I'm ruined! That was the single greatest piece of absurdist meta theater that I have ever witnessed.
- Oh! - Oh, thank you, sir.
You know, it came to me in a flash, an inspiration, touched by the muse Well, gang, I think we can put this mystery to bed.
Like, yeah.
And I can't wait to get all this stuff put away so we can go celebrate At the clam cabin! What the what? That's weird.
How'd he get back in there? Hoohoo! No, no.
Like, let's not wait around to find out.
Huh? You are still in danger.
The story of Crystal Cove is a lie.
The donkey never tried to help save the town, but to destroy it.
There were 4 of us and Porto in the Fraternitas Mysterium, a group of mystery-solving friars.
We encountered a conquistador.
He told us a tale of great evil before his madness got the best of him.
And he vanished in the night.
He left behind two oddly-marked disc pieces.
We quickly became obsessed with the pieces.
We realized that there was an evil at work.
We attempted to destroy the pieces to rid us, and the town, of evil.
But the evil would not allow us.
The evil manipulated Porto.
Porto set out to destroy the town.
We chased Porto to the alligator-infested swamps outside of town.
Porto was dragged away by the alligators, but not before I was able to retrieve the one piece he took.
The other piece, thankfully, was lost at the bottom of the ocean when Crystal Cove sank into the sea.
It was up to me, now, to hide the last piece.
Beware.
Nibiru is coming.
This has all happened before.
It begins with the animal, always the animal.
Heed the warning of the alligators.
The dog dies.
The dog dies? Is he talking about me?
There is no escape! Nibiru - It sounded like - Nibiru.
My favorite Internet encyclopedia says the Nibiru collision is a disastrous encounter between the earth and a large planetary object.
I have cobbled together a rudimentary player for the planospheric disc.
Nibiru! Doomsday! Nibiru.
Welcome, volunteer stage hands.
Thanks to your court-ordered community service, you get to be a part of this yearly tradition where we theatrically recreate something horrid from our city's sordid past.
And what could be more horrid than that night 500 years ago when a terrifying earthquake sent the first town of Crystal Cove sinking into the sea? All would have perished if it weren't for the brave efforts of Friar Gabriello Serra and his trusty donkey Porto.
And I'm very pleased to announce that the role of Friar Serra will be played by none other than Crystal Cove High's master thespian Doogle McGinnis! Ta! How's everybody doing? Well, Doogle, ready to rehearse? Cha! You bet! But, um, what's with the dead guy? Burlington library sent over genuine artifacts to help lend our production authenticity, including the mummified body of Friar Serra himself.
Isn't that wonderful? What happened to the lights? Aah! Ah! Anyone who dares tell my story is doomed! Up the servant staircase, quick! But Daphne, you don't have to do this.
Yes, Fred, I do.
You can't keep living by the river in the mystery machine.
You're beginning tosmell.
But I've been using my hobo soap.
Hobo soap? A pine cone dipped in deer sweat and scented with ferret musk.
Blech.
Hmm.
Whoa.
You and nova should be OK in here.
Bathroom's in there.
There's real soap in the shower.
Use it.
I'll visit you every day.
Like, it's a text from Vincent van Ghoul.
What does it say? "Heep"? What the heck's that mean? I meant to type "help.
" I'm no good with these new-fangled gadgets.
But I was in such a panicked state Mayor nettles called and asked me to take over the play.
Evidently, the director and the star suddenly quit.
Obviously, I jumped at the chance.
I'm a great supporter of amateur dramatics.
And truth be told, my career could use a goose.
But when I arrive, I find the set's been destroyed.
And worse, the only copy of the script has been ripped to pieces! What am I to do? Don't worry, Mr.
van Ghoul.
We'll help you.
- We will? - We will.
After all the times you guys have gotten Scooby and I in trouble, - you owe us.
- Big time.
Please? WellOK.
Oh, thank you! Thank you! This I got to see.
George Avocados? That's Avacados.
Mr.
Avocados, what are you doing here? Sweeping.
That's what a janitor does, isn't it? Janitor? After you all destroyed my farm, the only job I could get was back here at city hall as a janitor! And a good thing, too.
Now I get to watch you all make fools of yourselves trying to put on that play.
And when you fail, I'll be here to clean up your mess.
Avocados! Back to work.
That's Avacados.
- But - Stifle it, Chiles.
Pericles has the floor.
So, the kinder still have the disc.
You couldn't even manipulate your own son? Pathetic.
Fine.
We failed.
- That's right, Brad.
- Not now, Judy.
Aren't you the smart one who should have seen through Fred's ruse? Don't push me, older pretty boy.
I want those pieces, and since you and your sweet, dumb bride failed me, it is up to you to recover them before people get hurt.
Most of the script's missing, but it looks like they were trying to tell the story of Friar Serra and his donkey Porto.
The ones who saved everyone when the first town of Crystal Cove sank - into the ocean? - Mm-hmm.
Like, the same underwater town with those killer robots? - Bingo.
- Huh? I still don't understand why Mr.
Lefranc and Doogle would smash the set - and run off like that.
- Typical theater folk.
I once saw Lionel Barrymore attack a settee with a lead pipe.
But we'll show them who the true professionals are.
But what about the actors? Stop! Don't move.
That chin.
That nose.
You shall be Friar Gabrielo Serra, and you shall be his donkey Porto.
Wow.
A donkey! I should be able to rebuild the set.
And I can make the costumes.
And I'll finish writing the play.
Oh, I love it.
It's so cliche! But first, I'll need to find out more about Friar Serra and Porto.
Huh? Hmm.
That's weird.
Hello? Anybody there? Hello? Oh! My glasses! Aah! Whoa! Oh! Aah! No.
Stay away! I should never have transferred my dead wife's brain into an earthworm! Kiss me, darling.
Mmm.
No! No! Notice my acting technique here.
I'm still in love with her, yet repulsed.
Hey, Velma, move.
Velma, you all right? Poor girl looks like she's seen a ghost.
Try mummy.
Mummy? I think I know why Doogle and Mr.
Lefranc ran away.
My dear woman, why didn't you tell me this production was plagued by a mummy? I didn't know Mr.
Lefranc and Doogle were telling the truth! I thought they were making it all up to get out of the production because I wasn't paying them enough.
Wait.
You were paying them? Well, I am done with this charade.
But we're already sold out! We're having churros shipped in special.
The newspaper's even sending over their best critic Valdesh Helgenjew.
Helgenjew? Oh, no.
Not him! Like, who's Helgenjew? The Norwegian me.
We used to go up for the same parts.
He hates me because I always got the roles over him.
Oh, he'll savage me! He'll tear me apart! No, he won't.
You're Vincent van Ghoul! You can do this! Butthe mummy Don't worry, Mr.
van Ghoul.
Mystery, incorporated is on the case.
If there is a mummy friar, we'll get to the bottom of it.
- You mean it? - Oh, it's on.
That must be the case that used to hold Friar Serra's mummified body.
But where did it go? I wonder what this is.
Eww.
Appears organic.
It's over here, too.
It's on all of these Burlington library crates.
Hey, Daph, maybe you could use some of this stuff to make a Friar Serra costume for Shaggy.
Hyah! Wow.
That was anticlimactic.
Doogle McGinnis? - You're the mummy? - Of course not! I just wanted to get my costume back.
It was custom-made to hide my inherited buttocks dysplasia.
Where's Mr.
Lefranc? Who knows? He's disappeared.
And what were you all talking about? Why would Shaggy need a Friar Serra costume? Since you and Mr.
Lefranc left, we're helping Vincent van Ghoul put on the play without you.
Shaggy Rogers is playing my role? I am the finest actor in Crystal Cove! I cannot be replaced! If you do this play, you're doomed.
Everybody, listen to me.
The city, she is, like, uh, falling into the sea.
Come with us if you want to live.
Uh, I'm a donkey? Boo! Back to work, Avocados! Don't worry.
Ridicule is all a part of the craft.
Like, right now, I'm more interested in craft services.
What do you say, Scoob? Break time? Yeah.
Yum! I'm doomed.
Yes, you are! Avocados! You find anything? Just a ham in a friar's costume who doesn't want the show to go on.
Ah.
Hmm? Read my mind, buddy.
Hoo-hoo! It doesn't make sense.
Why would Doogle sabotage this show? Huh? Now what? You must not evoke the memory of Nibiru! The telling of the story must never be heard! He will feed on it.
Nibiru will grow stronger, and you will never be able to stop him! Aah! Danger! You are all in horrible danger! Aah! You will never be able to stop him! Like, what just happened? This time, I have no idea.
Hey, remember Doogle McGinnis did say we were doomed if we tried to do the play.
No.
It's that critic Valdesh Helgenjew.
He's out to ruin me once and for all.
What about Mr.
Lefranc? Nobody's seen him since the initial attack.
One thing's for sure if we're going to get to the bottom of this, the show must go on! Huh? Hmm.
There he is, Helgenjew.
Oh, I'm so nervous, I think I'm going to tinkle.
No time.
You guys are on in 5 minutes.
Now, the hour has come to be.
The earth and ocean don't agree.
The fault has split.
Here comes the flood to destructify y'all's neighborho'd.
No time to run.
There's only panic while the mission falls into the Atlantic.
It's the pacific, you hack! Um, uh, ummm * So, like, we're sinking * into the sea * * because I'm Porto, a super donkey! * * the earthquake's like a sieve * * so come with me if you want to live * Uh * Like, the only ones to save you are my donkey and me * I warned you not to tell my story.
Look out! Aah! Oh! - Aah! Take that! - Hey! Whoa! Oh! Oh! Churro! Now! Now, let's see who this ghostly monk really is.
George Avocados? That's Avac Ah.
Oh, forget it.
That's right, it is me.
Yes! Finally! I knew you'd be the villain eventually.
All right, you got me.
And I suppose you're wondering, after so many prior misdirects, why now.
Actually, no.
Not really.
We kind of always knew you were evil.
Hmmph! OK, fine.
Then my tale should not surprise.
It all began after I failed in politics.
I had no choice but to go into the family business farming avocados.
Everything was going so well until you mystery brats blew up my crops.
I then tried my hand at fortune telling.
But when that endeavor failed I fell back on the Avacados legacy of stealing other people's things.
I located the Avacados diamond, stolen by my father.
Turns out, it actually was disguised as a door knob not on a door in Crystal Cove, but on a door at the Burlington library.
When I found out it was among the artifacts sent here for the production.
I took a job as a janitor.
I needed everyone to stay clear of the basement to give me time to look.
I hid the body of Friar Serra in a closet and assumed his identity.
Knowing this town's gullibility, I knew a ghost story would give me room to hunt.
And I would have succeeded, too, if it weren't for Vincent van Ghoul.
Moi? So the brown residue that was left behind That's right.
Guacamole! Now, I want my diamond! Let me see something.
This crystal is the diamond! But, like, hold on.
If you were the friar, how did you appear at the rehearsals? I didn't.
I assumed that was you meddling kids trying to trick me into revealing myself.
Huh? Oh! Here comes Helgenjew.
I'm ruined! That was the single greatest piece of absurdist meta theater that I have ever witnessed.
- Oh! - Oh, thank you, sir.
You know, it came to me in a flash, an inspiration, touched by the muse Well, gang, I think we can put this mystery to bed.
Like, yeah.
And I can't wait to get all this stuff put away so we can go celebrate At the clam cabin! What the what? That's weird.
How'd he get back in there? Hoohoo! No, no.
Like, let's not wait around to find out.
Huh? You are still in danger.
The story of Crystal Cove is a lie.
The donkey never tried to help save the town, but to destroy it.
There were 4 of us and Porto in the Fraternitas Mysterium, a group of mystery-solving friars.
We encountered a conquistador.
He told us a tale of great evil before his madness got the best of him.
And he vanished in the night.
He left behind two oddly-marked disc pieces.
We quickly became obsessed with the pieces.
We realized that there was an evil at work.
We attempted to destroy the pieces to rid us, and the town, of evil.
But the evil would not allow us.
The evil manipulated Porto.
Porto set out to destroy the town.
We chased Porto to the alligator-infested swamps outside of town.
Porto was dragged away by the alligators, but not before I was able to retrieve the one piece he took.
The other piece, thankfully, was lost at the bottom of the ocean when Crystal Cove sank into the sea.
It was up to me, now, to hide the last piece.
Beware.
Nibiru is coming.
This has all happened before.
It begins with the animal, always the animal.
Heed the warning of the alligators.
The dog dies.
The dog dies? Is he talking about me?