Scooby-Doo! and the Monster of Mexico

Chiquita!

Jorge!

Jorgito!

El Chupacabra!

El Chupacabra!

All right, you got mail.

"I would love for you and your friends...

"to enjoy a relaxing stay with my family here in Veracruz.

"It'll be great to finally meet my American pen pal."

Sounds great! And I can practice my Spanish.

Jeepers! You have mail.

I thought I'd catch you at your computer.

So, what do you think?

Of course. I'd love to go to Mexico. Yes!

I mean, si!

Let's ask Velma.

Jinkies! You have mail.

Mexico?

The art, the museums, the pyramids...

I'm there!

Great! Let's check with the guys.

Zoinks! Like, you have mail.

Mexico? Tomorrow?

Like, let me check.

What have we got tomorrow, Scoob? Let's see. Daydreaming at 10:00...

napping, snoozing, relaxing...

Like, sorry, guys, looks like I'm booked.

Reah, rooked!

Do you realize we'll be there for the annual Day of the Dead celebration?

Like, what's that?

A holiday in which families gather at the cemetery...

and celebrate their ancestors...

who are allowed to come back to Earth for two days.

Cemetery? Sounds scary!

Not at all.

Just a bunch of kids in costumes, lots of skeleton-shaped cookies and candy.

Basically, it's non-stop eating.

- Sounds like Halloween! - Exactly!

- So, what do you say? - Can't talk now, guys.

Like, Scoob and I gotta pack!

Looks like that's everything.

Like, what'd I forget?

Are you sure this is the place?

Yeah, this is it.

- Like, looks kind of... - Quaint?

Small.

Hola, mis amigos!

- Welcome to Mexico! - Hi, how are you?

Nice to meet you.

- You must be Fred. - That's right.

And you must be Alejo.

Let me introduce you to the gang. This is...

No need.

They're exactly as you described. Daphne, Velma...

Senor Scooby.

Is this Shaggy?

He doesn't look like he could eat you out of house and home.

He's got a high metabolism.

Please, let me introduce you to my family.

Isn't this where you live?

No, these are just the guest cottages.

You will each have your own. This is where we live.

Welcome to my family's hotel...

La Villa Bella.

It's beautiful!

What does "bella" mean?

Beautiful.

La Villa Bella is very, very bella!

Reah, rery rella!

Let me show you around.

This is my wife, Sofia, and my mother, Dona Dolores.

Bienvenidos!

Welcome!

And in the pool is the rest of my family.

Jorge, Oliver, Natalia, Cristina, Fernanda, Carolina, Mirelia, Gabriella...

and Sebastian.

And this is Chiquita!

Are they all your children?

No! Only Jorgito.

The rest are just visiting for the Day of the Dead festivities.

Here in Mexico, family is muy importante.

You must be hot and tired after your long trip.

Please feel free to join the children in the pool.

I think Scooby has already won someone's heart.

My older brother, Luis, manages the cafe with his fiancee, Charlene.

Howdy!

Lemme grab y'all a cup of caffay lay-chair-a whilst you take a load off.

You can see why I fell...

how do you Americans say, "head over heels" for Charlene.

I met her on my last trip to the United States...

at Mister Smiley's Fantastic Funland...

and I've been smiling ever since.

You know, cafe lechera is famous in Veracruz.

First, one server pours you thick coffee...

then the custom is to bang on your glass with your spoon...

until another server arrives to pour hot milk in your glass.

Ain't that a hoot?

I just love these loco customs.

"Loco," that's "crazy" in Mexican. I mean, Spanish.

You know, some days I grind so many coffee beans...

I swear the little suckers are coming outta my ears!

It didn't take long for Scooby to start living la vida mocha!

This lunch is really wonderful, Dona Dolores.

Whoever came up with the whole fiesta tradition is okay in my book.

It is often followed by another tradition...

la siesta, an afternoon nap.

Even better!

Reah! Reven retter!

The purpose of fiestas and siestas is to provide sustenance and rest...

for another tradition: Hard work.

Traditions, like, who needs 'em?

Forgive me for interrupting your meal, Dona Dolores...

but I need to discuss some urgent business with your sons.

As you wish.

Excuse us, please. This won't take long.

Diego Fuente used to do business with my late husband.

I don't trust him, never did.

He is a... How do you say in America?

Crook?

- Liar? - Con man?

Jerk!

For the last time, I told you, no.

Now, please leave. We have guests.

I apologize for the disturbance.

Please, finish your meal.

That man is as stubborn as a bull.

He wants to buy our father's land and he won't take no for an answer.

Maybe it is not such a bad idea, Alejo.

Putting all your assets into land is foolish.

We made a promise to Papa before he died...

and I don't intend to break it now.

So, how will you be spending your first day in Veracruz?

We were hoping to watch the preparations for the Day of the Dead festivities.

If anyone's still alive to honor the dead.

Don't y'all know about the big ol' monster?

You must have noticed by now that our hotel is relatively empty.

That's because a monster has been terrorizing Veracruz...

and the nearby villages.

Right after I sent the e-mail to you...

the monster showed up near the plaza and nearly got Jorgito.

I immediately e-mailed you again to warn you, but you must've already left.

Did you say monster?

Yes, the locals call him "El Chupacabra."

I've read about him. He's Mexico's version of the Bigfoot.

Rigfoot?

That's right.

I am not a superstitious man, but I saw it with my own eyes down by the wharf.

I will never forget it.

He stands nearly 10 feet tall and walks on two hind legs.

He's covered with thick fur...

has the face of a hideous monkey...

with huge paws and sharp fangs.

And his eyes glow green like those of a demon.

Calm down, everybody!

The Chupacabra's only a myth!

Yes, let's forget about El Chupacabra...

and make the most of your first visit to Mexico.

Why don't we all get a good night's sleep?

Yes, there's nothing to worry about.

Alejo's right.

But just in case, double lock your doors.

Say your prayers.

And whatever you do, don't go outside!

Like, whoever heard such a ridiculous story?

A 10-foot hairy monster with big feet and sharp teeth?

Sounds like something out of a cartoon!

Like, pleasant dreams, Scoob.

See you in the morning.

Like, it's gonna be a long night.

Yeah.

Did you hear that? Sounds like something outside the window.

Probably just a little bird or a squirrel.

El caba-choo-choo! I mean, la kooka-babka!

El popa-choopa! No, I mean, help!

No, Scoob! He's trying to break in!

Like, we're trapped! Let's get out of here!

- What happened to you two? - And what was all that noise?

Like, that big Mexican Bigfoot was trying to get us!

Oh, no! Where's Daphne?

Oh, no, you don't.

This is no time to be chicken.

It's all for one and one for all.

Like, I've always felt teamwork was highly overrated.

Okay, guys, on the count of three, we'll charge the door.

Ready? One, two...

three!

Charge!

We thought these were the eyes of the El Chupacabra.

Sorry, guys.

I was afraid to go to sleep and thought some Latin rhythms would calm me down.

Looks like Alejo's stories riled everyone.

Like, anybody got a bandage?

I don't know what you heard, guys, but I think we're safe now.

Let's all try and get some... Wait a minute! What's this?

Footprints! Big ones.

Don't look, or we'll never get to sleep.

Notice how they lead to the cottage window...

then reverse direction and head off towards the hotel?

We must've scared whatever it was away.

It was brave enough when we were separated...