Hurry up. We gotta finish setting all these
charges and be out of here in ten minutes.
What's the rush? This place ain't getting demolished until the morning.
Ain't I supposed to set the timers for 12 hours from now?
Yeah, that's right. This whole shebang is coming down at sunrise.
But apparently, there's some kind of party or seance
or something in the old place on its last night.
I'm just gonna check the leads.
Ah, all right. You got it. You are the boss.
Boss?
Get out!
-No! -Get out.
Get out!
♪ Scooby-Dooby-Doo and Guess Who?
♪ We know you're one in a million
♪ Scooby-Doo
♪ We can count on you, Scooby-Doo
♪ To catch and unmask that villain ♪
Hold the phone. It's Penn & Teller.
Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps.
That's New York, Freddy. The Big Apple.
We love apples.
Mmm, juicy and sweet.
It sure doesn't look like Las Vegas needs much sleep either.
Which is really good 'cause me and Scoob are staying up all night.
All-you-can-eat buffets.
You know it, buddy. We've mapped out every single one.
Well, here we are.
The infamous Savanna Hotel.
The most haunted hotel in Las Vegas.
Like, I'm pretty sure the only buffet they got here
is "All you can scream."
Ghost... Horrible ghost... Terrible.
Ghost... Did he say "ghost"?
Like, man, why do we always end up in haunted places
every single time?
Just lucky, I guess.
Besides, we have to stay. We already accepted the invitation.
If we can spend the night in this hotel,
we'll get a million dollars.
I wouldn't spend one night in that place for a hundred million.
Don't worry. Debunking hauntings and mysteries is our thing.
Us, too. We love debunking a good mystery.
Hold the phone. It's...
world-renowned magicians and entertainers, Penn & Teller!
Jinkies! What a great honor to meet you guys.
Penn & Teller, you know,
I'm something of an amateur magician myself.
-Can I show you a trick? -Mmm, no!
Great, pick a card, any card.
Eh, don't worry. I'll pick it for you.
Abracadabra. Alakazam.
Kazum-barumba!
Is this your card?
It's the one stuck to your wrist.
You just palmed it wrong.
Huh?
Sorry, Teller, turning the mustache
on an angry amateur magician-slash-demolition boss
into a butterfly? Seen it a million times.
-What did you do? -Relax.
Teller didn't vanish your mustache.
It's flesh-colored paint.
I hope the ghost of Madds Markson destroys you all.
Especially you, Penn & Teller,
for exposing how magicians do their tricks.
You and your crimes against magic.
The only crime against magic around here, buddy, is that mustache.
Boy, the old Savanna Hotel.
This is the place that made me wanna play Vegas.
It's got such history, such panache.
Such dust.
- Shh, quiet, everybody. It's our host,
reclusive billionaire Hugo Howser.
Welcome to the gracious Savanna Hotel
for her last night on Earth.
Would the contestants please join me in the ballroom?
Time to play!
Well, looks like we're in for the night.
Whether we like it or not.
Like, I, for one, do not, like, like it.
Me neither.
I am happy you have decided to join me for tonight's frivolity.
This hotel has been my home.
In fact, I'm living in the penthouse above your heads.
Tomorrow at dawn, this old beauty
will be destroyed in the name of progress.
She deserves one last thrill before she goes.
And you are that thrill!
This hotel is haunted by the ghost
of an evil magician that played here 60 years ago.
Professor Markson was a mad scientist
that incorporated real, dangerous science in his act.
If you can survive one night in these haunted halls,
I will give you $1 million
for giving the hotel one last night of fun.
Ghosts aren't real.
Couldn't agree more, Mr. Jillette.
Yeah, we've seen it a thousand times.
It's always some kind of illusion,
or a guy in a rubber mask.
Too bad, really.
I love a good scare. I love getting fooled.
I love that feeling.
The feeling you get when you're
telling ghost stories around the campfire,
or screaming your guts out at a scary movie.
Nothing fills us with the joy of life like a little fear.
Feels good to scream. Makes you feel alive.
Makes you feel wonderful.
But, I'm always disappointed.
It's never real, or very exciting.
Makes me sad.
That's just weird.
Huh?
It tickles. Nothing in my brain.
Like, whoa, I want my brain cleaned, too.
Me next! Me next!
Oh...
Just like, when things were getting fun.
Out! Get out!
Yikes!
He's gone.
Ooh.
Oh.
Ooh.
Funny. Ooh.
Ooh.
Ooh, lunch.
Ooh, do it again. Do it again.
Maybe I got a pizza in my leg.
Or lasagna in my tail.
Sorry, buddy. Boring.
Sandwich from a guy's elbow? Seen it a million times.
Over here.
The Madds Markson theater.
Sounds like a perfect place to investigate,
and perhaps confront the ghost of Professor Madds Markson.
Like, man, I don't understand the concept of confronting...
Anything.
Not now, buddy.
We're in the middle of a mystery here.
Gonna eat that?
Whoa!
Looks like the stage is still set
for Professor Markson's show.
And it looks like the show's about to start.
Look, it's the ghost of Professor Markson.
Huh?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. He's doing his famous cabinet transformation trick.
Wait for it, Scooby-Doo.
This is where it gets really interesting.
That was always a shtick.
A Dr. Jekyll-and-horrible monster trick.
Okay.
Like, I think I liked this better when it was a whole lot less interactive.
Run!
Shaggy!
Yoo-hoo, maid service.
Hmm?
Turn your bed down, sir?
Ooh!
You look so tired. Let me tuck you in.
No, no, lie down here nice and tight so you can't move.
Yeah, can't move.
We should run.
Or we can unravel this and reveal the trick.
-The walk-in freezer. -Perfect!
My glasses! My glasses!
I can't see without my glasses.
-Got him! -It worked!
Huh?
He's good.
Someone's there.
It's Teller.
Don't worry. I speak mime.
He's saying that he was being chased by that horrible monster
and hid in this cupboard.
Well, we had the monster, but he, uh, got away.
It's that kooky hermit dude.
I see you are not faring too well with the Professor's ghost,
or his monster.
If you want to leave, all you have to do is say the word,
and I'll open the doors and windows.
A million dollars isn't worth your life.
He's hiding something.
Listen, you rich freak.
We are gonna figure this out.
We're in it to win it.
A ghost...
What? -...dollars... Say the word...
I think it's time we paid a little visit to our reclusive billionaire.
You said it, Penn. To the penthouse!
You must help me.
The monster is here!
Come on, gang. Hurry!
Help me! Help me!
Comin' through.
Like, they're gone.
No monster, nobody, nothing.
Ooh. Hmm?
Oh... Hmm...
Look at this fingernail left behind by Mr. Howser.
- It doesn't look right. - That's because it's fake.
That's not a real nail. That's an acrylic nail.
Hmm. This mystery is really starting to come together.
Whoa.
Really, Teller? The magic fishbowl trick
played on the top of a blonde guy's head who's wearing an ascot?
Seen it a million times.
I think Houdini himself did it over 100 years ago.
Sorry, buddy.
Hmm...
By using Professor Markson's cabinet as bait,
I'm confident we'll capture him this time.
Let's do this.
Like, we're ready, Mr. Jillette.
Who gets to be the assistant?
Ooh, pick me, pick me, pick me, pick me.
Sorry, guys, but Daphne's perfect.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
-Always a bridesmaid. -Never a bride.
All right, Professor Markson, we are onto your tricks.
This is Penn & Teller.
Let's show everyone how the magic is done.
It's a simple cabinet switch...
I'm a monster.
I'm a monster!
With a secret compartment in the back.
We did it! One of my snare traps must have caught the ghost.
Now let's see who the ghost of Professor Madds Markson really is.
It's... It's... Huh?
Yeah, I... I don't know who this is.
My name is Tess. Tess Flemmings.
Tess Flemmings?
Thanks, Mr. Jillette.
Tess who?
I'm a Las Vegas history buff.
I sneaked into the hotel to get some last footage of the place
before its controlled demolition.
And thanks to you meddling kids and magic legends, Penn & Teller,
I've got some great footage.
But that doesn't make any sense.
Why were you masquerading as Professor Madds Markson?
-Who? -The ghost.
I don't know what that is.
Oh, you mean that crazy monster?
I thought it was all part of some TV special Penn & Teller were doing.
-The ghost! -No need to yell, Scooby.
She heard you the first time.
No, the ghost!
Get out!
Come on, gang. It's not too late to grab this ghost.
Get out!
We gotta get him back on the stage.
Teller?
What did you do with my little buddy Teller?
Not so fast, Professor Monster.
Hey!
Uh, gang?
Oh, no. You triggered the controlled demolition.
This whole place is coming down in less than a minute!
Run!
Over here, guys!
Come on. We can use the spare catapult portion of the trap to escape.
Fred, why do you always have a spare catapult portion in every single trap?
I... Could you rephrase that question?
Yeah, good idea! Come on, everybody, we gotta go right now!
No! Teller's still in there. Teller!
You can't go back there, Mr. Jillette.
-It's too dangerous. -Teller!
Pull the trigger, Freddy. We gotta go!
That's amazing.
Teller! Teller!
Don't worry, Mr. Jillette.
Wait till you see who the Madds Markson monster really is.
Teller?
Huh? Uh, that's just crazy.
You were the horrible Markson monster?
You were the ghostly specter of Professor Madds Markson?
You were eccentric billionaire recluse Hugo Howser?
You pulled the birthday cake out of my belly button?
Mr. Teller did all of it.
He played all the parts.
He pre-recordedall of the phone conversations
using a computer-generated voice.
He rigged tracks all over the hotel ceilings
to hand his ghost and monster,
and operated them via remote control.
With the hotel rigged for demolition,
the tracks were easily hidden.
He created cardboard cutouts on train tracks
to simulate the action of the reclusive billionaire
and the monster in shadow play.
That train track gave me an ouchie. Hmm!
Teller recreated the famous cabinet trick from careful research,
then, faked the attack upon himself
so he could put on the mantle of the monster for the final fun.
Teller did it all, all by himself.
Really impressive, Mr. Teller.
But why? Why did you do it?
Because I wanted to pull off a magic trick big enough to impress Penn.
Huh? Did you know he could talk?
You remember how Penn says he loves a good scare,
how he loves getting fooled but it's never real,
or very exciting?
Well, I wanted to make it real and exciting for him.
Just this once.
And I would have gotten away with it, too,
if it weren't for you meddling kids,
and Penn being so hard to fool.
Sorry, buddy, but come on,
a guy pretending to be a reclusive billionaire,
a crazy ghost of an old magician, a horrible monster,
all set to the backdrop of a controlled demolition
of an entire building imploding and collapsing?
Huh, seen it a million times.
I'm just kidding!
That was crazy amazing!
I want you to know, this is the best present anyone's ever gotten me.
I was so scared!
And I loved it.
Great job, little buddy. Come here, you knucklehead.
- All of you! - Hmm...
He's giving us the million dollars!
Oh, boy!
Technically, Mr. Teller, you were the last person to leave the building.
So, this million dollars is yours.
I love the whole Boy Scout honesty thing,
but sometimes, Freddy,
sometimes you might ask the rest of us
before you give away a million dollars.
Yeah.
Oh, that's amazing!
How do you guys... Magic-Dooby-Doo...
I love those guys.