[PIANO PLAYING]
[ALL GASP]
[CROWD CHATTERING]
MAN 1: Who are these guys?
COLD STEEL: All your valuables in the sacks, ladies and gents...
...and nobody gets hurt.
MAN 2: Not so fast, partner.
[GASPING]
[GIGGLING]
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
Nice of your Uncle Karl to buy us train tickets for this trip, Freddy.
"Cyber Gulch, where we make your wildest Wild West fantasies come true."
Oh, boy. Stacks and stacks of chuck-wagon flapjacks, here we come.
Flapjacks. Yummy.
"Thanks to modern technology and the latest in robotics...
...we will re-create a living wild and woolly Western weekend."
This is gonna be the most exciting weekend I planned...
...since Fantasy Elvis camp. - By far.
[IMITATING ELVIS PRESLEY] It had me all shook up, man. Yeah.
SHAGGY & SCOOBY: Ooh!
BOTH: Ah!
BOTH: Yum!
SHAGGY: Look, Scoob, tofu burgers.
[BOTH YELP]
Ahh.
- Are we there? - I don't think so.
I wonder what happened.
Jeepers.
BANDIT: All your valuables in the sacks, ladies and gents...
...and nobody gets hurt.
Like, no bad guy's gonna rob my pickle peanut-butter sandwich.
No bad guy's gonna rob anything.
[GRUNTS]
Nothing to worry about, folks. Everything is all right now.
Except for this.
"Your first Cyber Gulch authentic experience in your weekend package:
A genuine simulated train robbery."
VELMA: Freddy, they're just robots.
Oops. Heh. My bad. Heh. Sorry, fellas.
Greetings, folks. Right this way.
Welcome to Cyber Gulch and the Western weekend you will never forget.
Incredible. This one is so lifelike.
Ow. Stop that, please.
I happen to be a real person.
They should wear labels.
In fact, I am the only human citizen of Cyber Gulch...
...that you will encounter this weekend. Everyone else will be my inventions.
I call them manimatrons.
Best get yourselves onboard now.
Next stop, Cyber Gulch Hotel.
They are programmed to re-create the most rip-roaring Wild West adventures.
Yippee-kay-yi-oh!
That's their lingo for "sweet."
Why do I suddenly feel saddle-sore?
You have free run of everywhere in Cyber Gulch.
Oh, except for one place, that is.
You must never ever go beyond Black Rock.
- Like, why? - No human...
...has ever come back from there alive.
Good enough for me.
Yeah, me too.
[RATTLING]
[NEIGHING]
Now, keep calm there, buckaroos. It's just a rattler.
Zoinks! Just a rattler?
Well, there's nothing to fear as long as the horse don't run off, of course.
[ALL SCREAM]
Hey, like, I left my stomach back there.
I might be needing that.
I can't stop him. The mangy cayuse is out of control!
[SCREAMING]
- Golly. - Jeepers.
Zoinks!
Well, howdy, folks. I'm the sheriff of Cyber Gulch.
John Lawman's the handle.
Thank you for saving us, sheriff.
All in a day's work, ma'am.
In fact, I do that rescue every day at 4.
Whoa! This place is gonna be rip-roaring rooting-tooting.
Well, you better believe it, pilgrim.
And you can always count on me to scrape you folks out of any danger.
Any danger.
Any danger, any danger, any danger.
[SHUTS DOWN]
Then I sure hope we're never in any real danger.
Here we are, buckaroos.
Welcome to our home on the range.
[BOTH GASP]
SHAGGY: Look, Scoob.
[GIGGLING]
Nice hotel.
Cowboys didn't sleep in hotels. They slept on their horse.
They weren't even cowboys. They were horsemen.
Hi. Are you real or a robot?
Real, of course.
Can you believe it? Robots in the West.
They didn't even have electric lights until 1902.
Leora Lasswell, professional Western authenticator.
And I am here to tell you that nothing Western around here is authentic.
But it's all in fun for our fantasies.
Well, my fantasy is to find one thing in this place that actually happened.
Otherwise, it's just another Western myth and should be shut down.
You think they actually had little ponies on their boots?
They'd have been laughed right out of the saloon.
If they had saloons.
I wonder if there are any other fun guests at this hotel?
GIBBY: Hello, Velma.
VELMA: Gibby Norton?
What are you doing here?
I came for a little excitement.
Looks like I hit the jackpot.
- Don't bet on it. - Ha-ha-ha.
Always so clever. Well, save a hoedown for me.
- They didn't have hoedowns. VELMA: Hmm.
You only say that when there's something suspicious going on.
Whenever Gibby Norton's around, there's something suspicious going on.
Well, uh, partners, let's get trotting to our Wild West fantasies.
You mean it gets better than this?
Whoa! Hey!
Yippee-yi-ahh!
Whoa! Ahh!
[SCOOBY GIGGLING]
Came from Alabama With a banjo on my knee
And I'm goin' to California My true love for to see
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me
'Cause I'm goin' to California With a banjo on my knee
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me
'Cause I'm goin' to California With a banjo on my knee
Oh, Susanna, don't you...
Giddyup, little doggies.
[GIGGLES]
Yeah.
[COYOTE HOWLS]
They said that Chuck Wagon Chuck was flipping flapjacks down the road.
I hope they meant this road.
Yeah. Me too.
- Yeah. - Yes.
Yeehaw!
They never said "yeehaw."
This madness has to stop. Huh?
Jeepers, what's going on?
Looks like some galoot didn't pay this here month's electric bill.
These cowpokes don't seem to take to water.
Yep, it's suddenly a ghost town around these here parts...
...if robots can have ghosts.
We need to find that scientist, Dr. Fleg...
...who seems to have conveniently disappeared.
Well, partners, looks like we've got another mystery on our cow hands.
What's that? I think I see a light coming from up the street.
FRED: Let's check it out.
- Do you smell flapjacks, Scoob? - Uh-uh.
And if anyone knows how to smell flapjacks, it's us.
- Uh-huh. - So either Chuck Wagon Chuck...
...has chucked his wagon...
...or we're lost.
[GASPS AND WHIMPERS]
Yikes!
A robot graveyard.
We're very, very lost.
Yikes!
[SCREAMS]
[SCREAMING]
GIBBY: Darn. Not that. Sorry.
Definitely not that. Darn.
- Gibby Norton? - Hello, Velma.
What the heck is going on here?
This is the control room for all of Cyber Gulch. Cool, huh?
I was fooling with this and all the lights went out.
Why were you fooling around?
The scientific mind is ever curious.
I got everything going but the lights.
Here they come again.
- Dang. - Gibby, stop it.
GIBBY: Eh? Wha...?
Now, where was it that scientist said we should never ever go?
Oh, yeah, that's it.
[BOTH SCREAM]
SHAGGY: The only thing worse than seeing crashed robots...
...is seeing live crashed robots.
[WHIMPERING]
[TEETH CHATTERING]
Who knows what harm you've done, Gibby?
We've gotta shut down this control panel.
It's no use. I tried everything. There's no way to stop it.
Amazing. Whoever did that is a scientific genius.
Thank you.
Now, Gibby, tell us what you were trying to do here.
That's for me to know and you to find out. Bye, Velma.
Look at this. It's really weird.
[FRED AND VELMA GASP]
That's Dr. Fleg, the scientist who runs this place.
VELMA: He seems to be working on a way to replicate himself.
Creepy. Is he mad?
He looks pretty happy in the drawing.
FLEG: What are you kids doing in my lab?
On second thought, I'll go with mad.
We were just trying to find out why the lights all went out.
Well, you don't belong in here.
Before we leave, as paying guests at this not-so-inexpensive resort...
...I think you owe us some sort of explanation.
I don't owe you anything. But I suppose it's only right...
...that you be warned. - Warned?
Some of my manimatrons, a robot called Cold Steel...
...and his band of desperadoes, have gotten out of my control.
They've turned unthinkably evil.
I'll have to close down Cyber Gulch.
You can't do that. Hey, we'll help you find out what's going on.
I thought I deactivated them...
...but suddenly they're up and running again.
Hungry for fresh energy drained out of living humans.
Shaggy and Scooby.
We've got to find them right now.
- All the robot cowboys seem to be gone. - Well, maybe they're just on a break.
SHAGGY: Help!
SCOOBY: Help!
Shaggy and Scooby are in that jailhouse.
- Our heroes. - What happened?
Scary, creepy cowboy robots stuck us in here.
Like, at sunrise something horrible is gonna happen to our brains.
Not if we can help it.
I'll look around for a cake with a file inside.
Better yet...
...tweezers and a stale taffy bar.
- And you're out. - You should patent those things.
That's them. The mechanical maniacs.
Hold it. Stop what you're doing. Now!
They're your robots.
Please stop them!
They're not responding.
They can no longer be controlled.
My creations are rebelling.
No. No.
You can't turn on your own creator.
You can't have my brain.
You can't have my brain!
What are they going to do?
Anything they want.
SHERIFF: Well, hang on there, pilgrims.
That's no way to treat stranger folks.
Come on. Time to get the heck out of Gulch.
[HORSE WHINNYING]
FRED: Hyah! Hyah!
Who do you think is behind those malicious marauders?
It could still be the scientist. He's just nuts enough.
How about that cow-hugging historian?
Or sneaky little Gibby Norton. I'd love it to be him.
Those low-down polecats are on our trail.
Zoinks! Do you think these horses know the way to Alaska?
They'd be rode too hard. We'll catch the train to Sedona...
...get help from real live people and come back to solve this mystery.
[ALL SCREAMING]
Like, at least those robot rough-guys didn't follow us into the river.
Hmm. I believe I'm close to solving the mystery of Cyber Gulch.
FRED: Be very quiet. The rocks up there don't look too steady.
We haven't seen those demented droid desperadoes in over an hour.
Do you think we've left them behind? I hope, I hope, I hope.
Me too, me too, me too.
They're definitely not behind.
[ALL GASP]
[SCREAMING]
Thanks, Scoob. Like, that's what I call a rock concert.
[ALL GASP]
Fred, quick. Plan? Run? What?
Hee-ya!
Wow, Freddy.
Yeah. Learned that at the Elvis camp.
Course, the King did it while holding a guitar.
SHERIFF: Yeehaw!
Sheriff Lawman. How did you find us?
Been tailing Cold Steel and his men.
Finally paid off.
Well, you can relax, sheriff. We vamoosed those psychotic cyborgs.
Sorry, folks. Y'all have to come with me back to Cyber Gulch.
- Like, why? - It's my sworn duty to protect the town.
You came there and destroyed the peace.
And now you're wanted dead or alive.
Well, in that case, I vote for alive.
[CROWD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
What do you have against us?
Well, little missy...
...since you were caught at the ranch-house laboratory...
...it's gotta be you folks who reactivated those vicious varmints.
That's a crime in Cyber Gulch.
But we didn't. You have to believe us. We're innocent.
Frontier justice will decide that.
Out here it's short and swift.
[WHIMPERING]
Oh, stop that. It's a Western cliché.
And so is kangaroo-court justice. Release them at once.
No can do, ma'am.
They need to be locked up. They caused a lot of trouble hereabouts.
- But we didn't. - Don't worry, Velma.
I'll wait for you till you get out.
Eat water, sheriff.
[FLEG SCREAMING]
[SCREAMING]
[COUGHS]
Aha!
- Dr. Fleg is a robot? - Apparently so.
It became obvious that water shorts the cybernetic circuits.
So if Fleg's not human, then who built the robots?
Sheriff Lawman didn't spark.
He's very human.
It's true. I created Dr. Fleg and every manimatron in town.
And you didn't do it just so people could have a vacation weekend.
I reckon not, little missy.
Years ago I was a skinny kid, Myron Scrum...
... the class computer nerd that everyone always picked on.
Well, I had to do something about it.
So one day my inventions allowed that I could create Cyber Gulch Resort...
... and spend the rest of my life saving people every day...
...being the town hero.
Well, who created those bad guys?
I'm afraid I did that too.
Made Cold Steel and his men tough and challenging...
...to make my rescues necessary.
I guess I did too good a job.
They got out of control.
I shut them down after the last attack on some tourists.
And they never would have been reactivated...
...if you kids hadn't been meddling around my ranch-house lab.
- I wasn't meddling there. - Me neither.
- Were you meddling? - Not me.
- For once, none of us were meddling.
Well, somebody was.
VELMA: Gibby.
So you were in that lab trying to find the secrets of the animatronics here.
Why?
ALL: A Gibbyland theme park?
He was trying to impress Velma.
Gibby, I wouldn't be impressed even if you came up with a robotic me.
- Aha! - Don't get any ideas.
SHERIFF: Well, buckaroos...
...sorry your fantasies got a little bushwhacked because of mine.
Good luck with Cyber Gulch, sheriff. Or as we cowpokes say, "Happy trails."
Yes. The world can always use one more hero.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, I'm much obliged to you kids.
In fact, I'd like to leave Scooby here...
...with a little something I whipped together.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
B- doo! B-doo!
DAPHNE: Aww. It's so cute.
[ALL LAUGHING]
[GIGGLES]
[English - US - SDH]
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]: A legendary Driver Champ Truman...
...heads down Gainesville's back straight at over 220 miles an hour.
You're a surgeon with a screwdriver, Steve.
You got this heap of metal running quicker than a bunny stealing carrots.
Uh, Champ, I'm not gonna let anyone outrace you tomorrow.
That trophy is...
SKELETON [OVER RADIO]: You know what, Champ?
I think this is gonna be your final lap.
[LAUGHING]
[WHIMPERING]
Need a lift?
[LAUGHING]
[GIGGLING]
- Sandwich? - Scoob, I'm driving a racecar.
There's no possible way I can eat a...
Like, maybe just a bite.
DAPHNE [OVER RADIO]: Are you okay, Shaggy?
Car's driving like a dream.
DAPHNE: How's it going, Velma? - Quiet.
Great. Now I have to start my safe-driver checklist all over.
Hands position, check.
Mirrors, check.
Breathe. Check.
DAPHNE: Velma, you're doing great.
Tell me again why I have to drive instead of Fred?
I have to practice for this weekend's race.
Tomorrow's Gainesville 500 is the biggest race I've ever qualified for.
And reset.
Let's get to work, guys.
I want every inch of this racecar checked, cleaned...
...filled, lubed, bolted, tightened and polished.
- Let's go. - Scoob and I will get the tool chest.
DAPHNE: Careful, Shaggy, it's... SHAGGY: Whoa!
- Heavy.
MIKE: You're a crew chief?
You got everything there but blow dryers, girly-girl.
Mike Fury's my name, and you watch yourself around here.
I'm crew chief for the Ricky Burdick.
- Who? - Who?
Ah, you'll learn his name when you see it on top of the leader board.
Nobody's beating my driver.
That guy's a couple quarts short of an oil change.
How's the car, Fred?
Fantastic, Daph.
- It's as smooth as... SKELETON [OVER RADIO]: Hello, Fred.
Or should I say, goodbye?
Daphne, your voice sounds kind of funny.
Do you have a cold, or...? Oh, gee.
Jinkies! What is that thing?
It's either a monster truck or a truck monster.
And, like, I don't know which is worse.
Step on it, Fred!
[MAN SCREAMING]
[SKELETON LAUGHING]
Come on, gang. Let's get that scurrying skeleton.
Where did he go?
Well, if it ain't my good buddy Fred.
It's Burr Batson.
We raced against him in Mexico at the Enduro Slam 5000.
Any chance you own a skeleton suit?
Nice try, little lady...
...but Burr Batson has nothing to do with the truck that's been haunting this track.
- Haunting? - Oh, yeah.
That ghost driver's been smashing up cars pretty bad...
...knocking the best drivers out of the race.
Heck, old Champ Truman retired after what happened to him.
But don't worry, Fred.
That skeleton driver's not going after the amateurs.
[CHUCKLES]
Ladies.
Jeepers. Maybe it's too dangerous for you to race this weekend, Freddy.
Like, yeah. The only race we should do is race the heck out of here.
- Uh-huh. - Hang on, guys.
I've been training for months. That trophy is mine.
Well, then that means we have a mystery to solve.
Oh, great. Not only do we have to deal with a spooky skeleton...
...but this one's got a driver's license.
DAPHNE: So where's our hotel? - We're staying here, at the track.
Because there's a hotel here I just can't see yet? Please?
FRED: The Mystery Machine now sleeps five...
...thanks to a few modifications I made.
Check it out. Our new bedrooms.
Whoops, wrong button. Hello, bedrooms!
I meant to label these things, really.
Could be a wiring problem.
See? Bedrooms for five...
...and everything goes back into place at the push of a button.
[CRASHING]
- Hmm. I wonder what that did. - Let's not find out.
FRED: Hi, kids. Are you big racing fans?
- Sure are. I'm Jimmy. - I'm Cindy.
We have our own car in the race.
Well, our daddy does.
And he taught me everything he knows. You'll all see.
I'm gonna be the best racer ever.
Well, not for a few years there.
At least if you wanna be able to touch the pedals.
[INDISTINCT DIALOGUE ON TV]
Is that your dad over there, Jimmy?
- Yeah. That's him. - Hello?
He seems focused.
Very focused.
[SCOOBY-DOO SNORING]
[EXPLOSIONS]
What is that sound?
[LAUGHING]
Freddy, do something.
Watch this.
You missed, mister!
And, yes, there is such a thing as too thin!
Way to go, Fred. But, uh, how do we get down?
Hmm, didn't think of that.
So, what do you think that speedy skeleton was doing here in the RV park?
If someone is trying to scare off the competition for tomorrow's race...
...anyone at the track could be a suspect.
Gang, I think it's time we...
Split up and look for clues.
Gotcha. We'll see you after the monster attacks us. Come on, Scoob.
How did he know I was gonna say that?
Well, if we have to look for that ferocious four-wheeler...
...no sense doing it on an empty stomach.
[LAUGHING]
Oh, Shaggy.
SHAGGY: "Please eat"? Scooby-Doo, now, that's my kind of clue.
So much free food, we need help carrying all this.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Car. - Fred's car.
[GRUNTING]
[SKELETON LAUGHING]
Hey. What's this?
Just a hunch, but I'll bet it's the car Jimmy and Cindy's dad races.
Quick thinking, Fred.
But, you know, there was something odd about their dad.
[VELMA GASPS]
I'll save you!
Freddy, stop! It's just a crash-test dummy.
Oh. Heh. I knew that.
A crash-test dummy? What's it doing here?
[SCREAMING]
Phew. That was a close one. Scoob and I nearly became a tasty truck kebab.
Yeah. Truck kebab.
Hold on there, Shaggy.
I don't think the monster was after the two of you.
Vroom, vroom. Vroom.
Trying out new drivers, huh? They can't be worse than you.
Oh, go torque something.
[GASPS]
Hey there, Jimmy. Uh, can I get you some phone books to sit on?
Oh, man.
Careful, kids. You're sitting in one powerful piece of machinery.
Hey, we know all about cars.
Well, because of our dad.
You'll find out during the race. Come on, Cindy.
ANNOUNCER: Drivers to your cars. The race is about to begin.
Wish me luck, gang. It's time to ride.
Hey, Fred. The gas pedal's the one on the right.
Not that it'll do you any good.
ANNOUNCER: The green flag is out.
Racing is underway at the Gainesville 500.
Here comes Fred.
Okay, Fred's about to roll in.
Guys, we need to do this in under 10 seconds.
Hey, girlie, you gonna use a curling iron on the lug nuts?
[MIKE LAUGHING]
Curling-iron jokes should not be made by men with ridiculous hairstyles.
Never mind.
[TOOL WHIRRING]
Ding-dang it! Whatever it takes, Fred ain't gonna beat my Ricky.
Hmm. That guy sure would do anything to help his driver win.
ANNOUNCER: And Burr Batson takes the lead!
DAPHNE [OVER RADIO]: Fred, you have to get out of there!
Okay, Daph. I'm coming into the pit area.
SKELETON [OVER RADIO]: That's what you think.
Uh, Daphne? You didn't happen to install an autopilot when I wasn't looking?
Oh, no! Fred's lost control of his car.
He'll lose control of his stomach when he sees what I've got planned for him.
Wanna know the best way to shave weight off a car, Fred?
A crash diet.
VELMA: Fred's out of control. We have to save him.
We have to head out on the track.
Like, how do we get out there?
Hey, that's our car!
Oops, we're in the wrong car. We'll get out right now.
Floor it.
[DAPHNE SCREAMS]
Jinkies, this car is fast.
Okay, um, safe-driver checklist.
Um, hands at 10 and 2. Check.
Uh, mirrors. Check.
Breathe. I'll breathe later.
FRED: Sorry. Pardon me. Look out. Oh!
We've got to catch up to him.
[BELCHES]
[GROWLING]
SHAGGY: Like, there he is.
We've gotta get you out of there.
I've got a plan.
Shaggy and Scooby will stretch between the two cars.
I'll then walk across them to your car in safety.
Sounds good. Ready, guys?
Shaggy and Scooby aren't here.
At the sound of the tone, please leave a message.
- Beep. - I've got Scooby Snacks.
Come on, Scoob. We have to help our best friend, Scooby Snacks.
I mean, Fred.
Steady, steady.
Freddy, go back!
FRED: Hey, I can steer again.
Hang on, guys.
- How did you regain control? - I don't know.
Like, maybe it was this thing that I just broke off.
Well, gang, I think I have this mystery just about wrapped up.
And for once, I'm going to set the trap, with Fred as the bait.
Ooh. This sounds clever.
And much safer for me and Scoob.
VELMA: We need you back in the race, Fred.
Thanks to that monster truck, Jimmy and Cindy's dad has taken the lead.
I'm ready to go.
I can get this car running again. I think.
Well, Daphne, this car looks amazing.
You fixed it. But how?
Never underestimate the power of Team Scooby.
[CHEERING]
Fred's headed back into the lead.
Any second now, we should see...
Perfect. It's all part of my plan.
[GROWLING]
Come and get me, Mr. Bones.
Okay, now we just need one more thing for my trap. Come on.
- Fred's remote control? - Yes.
But if I cross the blue wire with the red one...
...it becomes a remote blocker.
[SCREAMS]
Like, hey. It stopped. They stopped. But why?
Just as I suspected. It was all controlled by remote.
And whoever is behind it...
...would need a powerful antenna to broadcast that signal.
There he is. Fred, meet us at the tower.
Yes, it's me. I did it. I did it all.
- Except for the stuff my sister did. - But why?
I wanted to show everyone I'm the best racecar driver in the whole world...
...but they wouldn't let me in the race because I was too young.
I put together this giant RC racer...
...and made up the story about my dad being a driver.
It was me in control the whole time.
But, like, what about that monster truck?
JIMMY: Cindy was controlling the truck to get rid of my competition.
And we would've gotten away with it too...
...if it wasn't for you meddling grownups.
- And, uh, meddling dog. - Yeah. Meddling dog.
ANNOUNCER: And the race isn't over yet, folks.
Team Scooby Snax is back on the track.
And Fred Jones takes the checkered flag...
...here at the Gainesville 500!
[CHEERING]
Fred did it. He won!
Let's celebrate back at the Mystery Machine with a barbecue.
No need. We've got it covered. Right, Scoob?
Scooby-Dooby-barbecue-y!
[English - US - SDH]