Scooby-Doo and the Loch Ness Monster

Let's hear a few words from our fair hostess.

Come on, Shannon. Give us a speech.

Speech!

Yes, of course.

On behalf of the Blake clan, myself included...

I want to welcome all of our mighty competitors...

to the first ever Loch Ness Highland Games.

And I want to thank all of the volunteers who helped us transform...

the ancient grounds of Blake Castle into a first-rate tournament field.

Now the Blakes can finally be known for something...

besides getting themselves into trouble, Shannon?

I just hope we can survive the embarrassment...

should you be our winning contestant, Angus Haggart.

That's me, brother you be speaking to, Lassie.

And if anyone's got claim to be embarrassed by him, it's me.

Aye, then. What do you say we start the games early?

- Biggest splash wins. - You're on.

Wait! No!

Please, guys, get back in the boat.

What? Afraid the Legend of the Loch might be coming back for a midnight snack?

This isn't funny.

If I didn't know any better, Shannon Blake...

I'd be thinking you believed in the Loch Ness Monster.

What the....

No, it cannot be.

Colin! Angus! Get out of the water now!

Hold on!

We're double-anchored. She won't move an inch till we hoist them up.

Brace yourselves!

- I don't believe it. - What was that?

I don't know what to think.

- Are you all right, Shannon? - Silence!

For a thousand years it has swam in the shadows below.

You have disturbed the spirit that haunts these waters.

Too afraid to sleep at night? Trembling in your beds with fright?

'Tis not the darkness drawing near...

but the Loch Ness Monster you should fear.

How beautiful.

This Scottish countryside is so lush and green.

Yeah. Just like a giant golf course.

Jinkies, Daphne. It must be exciting to visit Blake Castle...

the ancient home of your Scottish ancestors.

It sure is.

And I can't wait to help my cousin Shannon...

host the Loch Ness Highland Games.

I even accessorized for the occasion. Look.

I'm planning to wear this for the opening ceremonies...

in honor of the Blakes of Loch Ness.

Like, it's not the Blakes of Loch Ness that I’m worried about.

Are you, by chance, referring to the legend of the Loch Ness Monster?

Monster?

Yeah. And, like, why are we going to some place...

that's already got a monster named after it?

Makes no sense.

Legend of the Loch. Get real. It's just another big fake, right, Velma?

I'm not so sure about that.

Jeepers! You believe in the Loch Ness Monster, Velma?

- Like, that makes three of us. - Yeah. One, two, three.

I believe it's a mystery.

This monster is different.

There have been over 2000 Loch Ness Monster sightings...

dating all the way back to 540 A.D.

- That's almost 1,500 years ago. - Zoinks! Like, a monster...

that's been scaring people for more than a thousand years.

Don't worry, Shaggy, Loch Ness has miles of shoreline...

and I bet Shannon knows a lot of good places to have a beach party.

Beach party? Hear that, Scoob?

We can have a clambake with the clan Blake.

Yeah, clambake.

That's it, gang. Loch Ness, dead ahead.

Like, did you have to say dead?

This fog is as thick as pea soup.

Boy, pea soup.

Come back, Scoob. It's just a figure of speech.

What's the matter, old buddy?

Monster!

Monster? Like, don't tell me. I don't want to know.

- Man! What is that? - What in the world?

Can we get closer?

Freddie! The road!

When I said get closer, this isn't exactly what I meant.

Did we just see what I think we saw?

Whatever it was, it's gone now.

Come on, gang. This loch water could shrink my genuine vinyl upholstery.

Jeepers. Guys, look, I think we're here.

There's Blake Castle.

I just got this baby hot waxed.

Look at all those tents. I wonder if there's a circus in town.

That's the sports field for the Highland Games...

a competition featuring traditional Scottish sporting events.

Like, who's ever heard of the telephone pole pitch?

That's the caber toss, Shaggy. It's a test of strength and skill.

When they invent a game that tests eating and sleeping, let us know.

The tent colors work for me, but that crashed sailboat totally clashes.

Jinkies! I wonder what happened.

Come on, gang, let's go check it out.

- Shannon! - Daphne!

I can't believe I’m really here.

Guys, this is my cousin Shannon.

We should have known by her great sense of color coordination.

Of course. After all she is a Blake.

What happened to your boat, Shannon?

That? You see....

Cool ride.

No, what are you doing?

This whole area has to be roped off for evidence.

- Not now, Del. - A friend of yours?

Hardly.

We've got 20 eyewitnesses.

A large wake. Something big, something really, really big.

Why can't it ever be something small? Something really, really small?

This is major.

Don't you see? It's because of the games.

All the activity has disturbed the creature.

Zoinks!

The only disturbed creature around here is you, Del Chillman.

Why, me own sons were out there, and they're not spooked a bit.

- Angus was scared. - I was not, Colin.

I'll put your neck like that. I--

That's enough. Save it for the games, laddies.

Now come on, go on down to the track. Off you go.

But, Mr. Haggart, wait.

You are in great danger, sir. You can't just ignore this.

We could try.

You'll see, man.

I told you those games were a mistake, Shannon.

Now the monster's after you!

By the way, big party at Stubby's tonight. Supposed to have a band.

Wow, Blake Castle!

I've waited my whole life to see this.

There's over 800 years of Blake family history...

within these walls.

Ours is a rich history of falling through trap doors...

finding dangerous secret passageways, and getting caught...

in overly complicated booby traps of our own design.

The one thing we Blakes have been known for is being....

How should I put this?

Danger-prone.

What?

Stunning architecture. Love the gargoyle.

Despite all these years of misfortune...

no one at Blake Castle has ever had any trouble with the monster.

Like, that's what I like to hear.

That is, until now.

Like, zoinks.

It actually began just a few nights ago.

I was by myself, down at the boat dock.

All of a sudden, something very big and very fast came cruising into the cove.

It disappeared below the surface, and I lost sight of it.

When I fell asleep that night...

I awoke to the strangest sound I'd ever heard in all me life.

And then it was gone. Just like that.

Come on, you two, out of the armor.

Like, ever heard of Scotland the Brave?

Meet Shaggy the chicken.

Jeepers! So, the monster isn't locked in the Loch?

Many people claim to have seen the Loch Ness Monster on land.

When I woke up the next morning...

I tried to tell myself that it was only a dream, but--

It was not a dream. And last night's shipwreck was no accident.

It was the great beast of the Loch.

Zoinks! Who's the creepy lady in the beret?

I don't know.

- Everyone, I’d like you to meet-- - Prof. Fiona Pembrooke.

Scotland's most accomplished Loch Ness expert...

and author of the book Legend of the Loch.

How marvelous.

What a pleasure to meet someone who's done her proper research.

I read that you're still trying to prove the monster exists...

even though it has destroyed your career, demolished your scientific credibility...

and devastated you financially.

Apparently, too much research.

Professor, these new pictures of the Loch Ness Monster are amazing.

I was out on the Loch by myself that day when all of a sudden there she was.

Right next to my boat.

After the world sees these, everyone will believe in the monster.

I wish it were that easy, dear.

Dinner is served.

I've prepared a traditional Scottish dinner for you...

so you'd all get a good taste of the Highlands.

And, like, we're ready to start tasting. Right, Scoob?

- Right. - We'll be starting with haggis.

A true Scottish delicacy.

Like, what's in it?

It's just a boiled sheep's stomach...

stuffed with diced liver and kidneys.

Zoinks! It's the monster!

That's no monster, it's a man.

Dear me. Terribly sorry about that.

Still, quite a smashing entrance, don't you think?

Sir Ian, you've arrived. Welcome to Blake Castle.

Yes. Please excuse the window, Shannon, my dear.

I found this caber outside, and I couldn't resist...

giving it a good toss, for old time's sake.

No, that'll be fine.

Everyone, it's my honor to introduce...

the Head Field Judge for this year's Highland Games.

Sir Ian Locksley.

Director of the Scottish Natural History Museum...

and author of the book Monster my foot.