Scooby-Doo! The Sword and the Scoob

Do you like my toupee, Barbarian?

Demon dogs!

He's taken a piece of Ookla's mane

and used it to cover his bald spot.

Why can't cat people just grow old gracefully?

Ariel, Ookla! Ride!

Huh?

There's a creature on the wing! It's attacking the aluminum.

Shaggy!

I've got you, Scoob!

Like, whatever you do, don't look behind you.

Behind me?

No! Don't look behind you.

Well, like, don't look down either.

That's cowardice 101, Scoob.

Now, Scoob!

It worked!

Come on, Velma. Let's reel him in.

Yeah!

Wow. A real-life monster here in my hangar.

I can't believe you kids caught it.

Not an "it," Mr. HB.

Herman Ellinger.

That's the rude passenger from B17. But why?

Why? Because airline tickets cost an arm and a leg.

I knew if I could scare your passengers away

you'd have to lower your prices,

and I could fly almost anywhere for practically nothing.

Yeah! Airline prices are the real monster.

I don't think you get discounts for...

And I would have gotten away with it, too,

if it wasn't for you meddling kids and that mangy mutt of yours.

Hey!

I can't thank you kids enough.

But I still don't know how you figured it out.

Easy. With science.

After the first sighting of the monster, I had an idea.

I collected scraps from leftover food served on the airplane

and cross referenced the DNA samples

against the piece of hair we found on the plane's wing.

Incredible.

DNA? Gee, that doesn't sound like mystery-solving at all.

The only mystery is why anyone would try to solve anything

without good old science to back them up.

Say, uh, there's two other papers here.

Oh, that's because there were two extra people

that ate the food on the plane, despite us asking them not to.

Uh-oh. What'd we do?

It looks like the lab ran your DNA test along with Ellinger's.

Are you guys curious where your ancestors came from?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Huh? Denmark?

Well, you are a Great Dane after all.

Emphasis on the "great."

What about you, Shaggy?

It says my ancestors come from a small village

in the north of England called Norville o'er Morgania.

- Huh? What a weird name. - Hmm.

It says here that Norville o'er Morgania

is known to be one of the suspected locations of the ancient city of Camelot.

Also, it says that it has the best fish and chips in all of the United Kingdom.

- Fish? - And chips?

Those were fries, but I'm still on board.

I wish we could go, gang.

But we didn't go into mystery solving for the money.

Well, Daphne was right on one account.

Airline prices are the real monster.

Well, it's lucky I have an airline then.

What do you mean, Mr. HB?

What do I mean?

You just saved my whole airline from bankruptcy.

I'll fly you and your friends anywhere you wanna go, free of charge.

It's the least I can do.

Well, gang, I guess we're headed to jolly old England.

That sure was nice of Mr. HB

to ship over the Mystery Machine.

It sure was.

Say, Fred, the map says you were supposed to make a left back there.

Map? Oh, Daphne, Jones men don't need maps.

We were born with an innate sense of direction.

We were made for the open road.

Fred!

Fred, you do know that they drive

on the left side of the road in England, right?

Boy. They built the roads wrong...

Is this the one where the toilet water goes the wrong way, too?

Say, look at that.

See? I told you I knew where we were going.

Fred!

I got it. Just testing you.

Wow. It looks like they're about to have a party.

Good timing.

Party?

Oh, man. That means...

Party food!

"Fish and chips. Bangers and mash. Toad in the hole."

"Welsh rarebit. Spotted dick. Jam roly-poly."

Are these real?

I guess. "Bubble and squeak. Jellied eels. Angels on horseback."

It's like a whole new world of food.

Like, Scoob and I are gonna go grab a snack.

We'll be right back.

This place is kind of a dump, gang. Like, run-down.

Some of the architecture is left over from medieval times.

Dudes, the place we're staying is all that remains standing of the Kingdom of Camelot.

Camelot? Like King Arthur?

Merlin? Knights of the Round Table? We're standing on history.

Weren't you just calling this place a dump?

Yeah, but now it's a dump where knights lived.

There's very little evidence that Camelot or King Arthur even existed.

Oh, but he did.

That's what we're celebrating.

Hi. I'm Mr. Saunders, the mayor of this fine city,

and this here is my assistant, Sandi.

- Hello. - Nice to meet you.

I'm Daphne, and these are my friends, Velma and Fred.

- Nice to meet you. - Yeah, you, too.

You seemed awfully sure that King Arthur really existed.

How can you be certain?

Because of our name, of course.

Norville o'er Morgania.

You don't know the story? Well, not many do.

But never fear. Soon, everyone will.

It all began a long time ago, right here, on the site of Camelot.

That's right. The good King Arthur

came under attack by the villainous Morgan Le Fey.

Everything seemed bleak until a brave knight appeared. Sir Norville.

Known for his fearlessness,

this knight fought the evil witch and saved Camelot.

Witches? Wizards? Come on.

Those stories came out of the Dark Ages,

where nothing could be accounted for.

A disbeliever. That's okay.

Stay in this town a little while

and you'll experience the magic yourselves.

The Mayor has worked really hard

to make this the greatest celebration ever.

We have horse races, archery demonstrations,

an unbelievable light show and even a pie-eating contest.

Did someone say pie eating?

And who is this?

My name's Shaggy, and this is my pal, Scooby-Doo.

- Hello. - Nice to meet you.

Shaggy's actually the reason we're here.

It turns out that Shaggy's ancestors are from Norville o'er Morgania.

Norville is a Shaggy name.

Yeah. My name's Norville. Surname Rogers.

But, uh, nobody calls me "Sir." That's my dad's name.

Oh, really? You're sure?

He's been a Norville his whole life, and the DNA test proves it.

Norville's a name that's been handed down

in our family, like... Like, forever.

Just like this medallion.

My mom gave it to me for luck.

Luck, indeed.

We thought we'd look around.

Who knows? Maybe Shaggy's ancestors left him something.

I'm hoping for some sort of medieval pizza.

Or jellied eels.

Yes. Well, we have to be going.

- It can't be. - Sandi.

You'll never guess what just happened...

Did you hear...

- That was strange. - Small towns are weird.

Remember that time you dyed your hair blond

and everyone in that little northeastern town was talking about it?

Oh, yeah. Being blond was definitely not more fun that day.

And then they all turned into fish people and tried to eat us.

That's less of a "small town thing"

than it is a "Scooby Gang thing."

Come on. The library is this way.

How do you know?

The same way Scooby and Shaggy always know where the food is.

I don't know, Scooby-Doo.

Are you getting that same sort of haunted vibe as I am?

Uh-huh.

Doesn't everything give you the haunted vibe?

It's called managing expectations.

Don't worry, guys.

The only thing scary about this library is it still uses the Dewey Decimal System.

Yes, I understand. Goodbye.

Unbelievable.

Next thing you're gonna tell me,

they put the horror and romance section side by side.

Hi. I was wondering...

Shh! This is a place of study.

Use your library voice, please.

Of course. I'm sorry.

Is it just me or is this place dead?

Shh!

We were visiting and wondered

if you can point us to the books on the history of your town.

Near the back, past the horror and romance section.

Next to the horror and romance section?

Sure. Because those genres are so similar.

Exactly.

But you'll need to hurry. We're closing in 20 minutes for the big party.

Why we should be celebrating such a preposterous story, I'll never know,

but one must do what one must do.

Okay. We'll be quick. Thank you.

Hand luggage... Hobnockers... Hypermarkets... Ham hocks...