Scooby-Doo! Legend of the Phantosaur

Incredible. How long has he been screaming like this?

Almost three hours.

Without taking a breath? It's unbelievable.

- Do you think it's a world record? - Oh, definitely.

I'm just wondering if it's a violation of the laws of physics.

- Is that a dog? - Broadly speaking, yes.

You can't have a dog in the ER.

It's okay, he's a certified medical rescue dog.

- You made this in Photoshop, didn't you? - No.

She did.

Please don't throw him out, doctor. Scooby is Shaggy's best friend.

As long as he doesn't make a mess...

- ...or break anything. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks, doc.

Can you help Shaggy, doctor?

Hey! Stop screaming!

- Why didn't that work when we tried it? - Eh, people listen to doctors.

Now, tell me what happened.

It was just a normal evening.

We were investigating an old mansion haunted by phantom Naval officers.

Velma, Daphne and I will look around upstairs.

Shaggy, you and Scooby check out the cellar.

Zoinks!

- Like, why do we have to--? - Great.

We'll meet up back here.

Ghosts are lighter than air, right, Scoob?

So they wouldn't be down here. They'd, like, rise up to the attic, right?

Right. Like balloons?

Shaggy, are balloons filled with ghosts?

Oh, man. I have no idea.

Kill!

Scoob?

Huh?

Wait a second.

It's Blair and Culhane.

Hey, do you guys hear something?

Once we'd scared everyone off, we could've bought this place for next to nothing.

Anyway, that was the plan.

And we would've gotten away with it too, if it weren't for--

Could you get him to hold it down? I'm trying to confess here.

So that's a normal evening for you, is it?

- Yeah. - Sure.

- Pretty much. - I see.

Well, let's get some x-rays.

Hmm.

It seems Shaggy is suffering from acute threat avoidance hypertrophy disorder.

Sorry, was that in English?

It's a very rare form of overreaction to fear stimuli.

It affects fewer than one in 1 0 million.

Like, wow, I'm special. Ha, ha.

This means you'll have to give up anything even remotely frightening.

So no more ghost-hunting, crime-busting, or mystery-solving shenanigans.

- No more shenanigans. - None.

Shaggy, as your doctor, I forbid you to get in the Mystery Machine.

But that means the end of the Scooby-Doo gang.

So is there a cafeteria here or what?

Cafeteria food is yummy, yummy, yummy.

This is so, like, boring.

What are we supposed to do if we're not solving mysteries?

Hey, Shaky Joe, what do you do in your spare time?

I knit.

- It's a scarf. - Hmm.

Hey, here's something we could do. There's a crafts fair in McKimson Park.

Are you crazy? You know I'm terrified of papier-mâché.

- Well, we could go bowling. - No way.

Do you have any idea how many people are killed by bowling pins every year?

I'm guessing approximately none.

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

I have to avoid all things that are scary because of my cute trophy disorder thingy.

Shaggy, Shaggy, Shaggy!

Um, Joe, what was Scooby-Doo just drinking?

Looks like coffee.

Gee, I wonder how that happened.

Hey, ev-- Oof!

Fred, Fred, Fred!

What's the matter, Fred?

I'm failing science.

Mr. Fleischer didn't like my project.

What? It illustrates all three of Newton's laws of motion.

Fred, maybe not every science project needs to be a booby trap.

Scooby-Doo. Scooby-Doo!

If I don't come up with an extra-credit project, I won't graduate.

You guys got any ideas?

Like, how about the anti-gravity effects of caffeine?

Scooby-Dooby-Dooby-Dooby.

I know. My Uncle Ted invested in this new spa resort in La Serena.

Here's a brochure.

Nice.

And there's a paleontological dig going on in town.

Uncle Ted could get us a room in the spa and you could volunteer to help on the dig.

The best thing about this is Shaggy can go.

It'll be totally relaxing and not scary. Look.

"La Serena, the least haunted town in America." Ha, ha. Like, wow.

It's officially certified by the U.S. Bureau of Supernatural Forces.

We should go.

Come on, Shaggy, it'll be just like old times, only without all the screaming.

Yeah, I don't know, Fred.

It says La Serena has three different all-you-can-eat restaurants.

- Like, when do we leave? - Yeah.

You will soon be approaching your destination.

I thought you disconnected the GPS, Fred.

It was a long drive and I needed directions.

On the way here, it took us to five chili joints...

an all-night bowling alley and a meteor crater.

And don't forget the tattoo parlor, huh?

Like, I will never forget the tattoo parlor.

When I flex, it looks like it's chewing. Ha, ha.

Didn't the doctor forbid Shaggy to get into this van?

He told him not to get into the Mystery Machine.

- That's why I repainted. - The Mustard Machine?

Hope you kids enjoyed the ride...

because I don't think I'll ever get the smell of Scooby-Doo out of my upholstery.

That's right, I said--

I think I'm gonna, like, like this place.

Aha! Ha, ha.

If it isn't Frank, Danny, Veronica and Slappy.

- It isn't. - And you must be Scooby-Doo.

I've heard so much about you.

Huh?

Are you sure he's a Great Dane?

He seems more like some kind of wolfhound.

I'm the dog.

You can say that again, Scabby.

Come in, come in. I'm so happy you're here.

This is a great place you got here, Mr. Hubley.

Oh, no need to be so formal, Spanky. Call me Mr. Hubley.

- Er, um, uh, Shag-- Spank-- Shaggy-- - Yes, we'll be open to the public next week.

I would have made it bigger, but I couldn't get the locals to sell their land.

Oh, that's too bad.

Yeah, but what are you gonna do, dress up as a ghost and scare them off?

Uh.... Oh, no.

Ah. Still in perfect sync, eh, Scoob?

Yeah, ha, ha. Perfect sync.

Like, you got anything to eat around here, Mr. Hubley?

Sorry, Saggy. There's an outdoor barbecue tonight in the town square.

That's near the dig site. We can have dinner, then check out the dig.

Okay, but don't come back too late.

I'm making tofu-chip cookies. Mm-mm!

Oh, boy.

You guys go to the dig without us. We need a moment to--

-digest.

Or explode.

When are we gonna learn not to overeat, Scooby-Doo?

We even made up that little song.

Stop, stop, stop

When the buttons pop

But we didn't stop

No, we didn't.

I swear, Scooby-Doo, I am never gonna eat again.

Never again.

I didn't know the dig was so far away.

We've been out here for, like, minutes.

- I'm starving. - Good thing we saved a biscuit for later.

- You wanna split it, buddy? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh-oh. We got a runner, Scoob.

Ow!

Catch that biscuit, Scooby-Doo.

Dinosaur!

Shaggy, Shaggy, look. A dinosaur.

Rhino? You saw a rhinoceros?

- No, dinosaur. - Dinosaur? Ha, ha.

Is that your dinosaur, Scooby-Doo?

- Uh-uh. Bigger. - Bigger?

- Bigger. - Bigger?

Bigger.

Uh, no, not bigger. I'm just joking. Ha, ha.

Joking? That's not funny, Scoob.

That's not funny at all.

Thanks for giving us a tour of your dig, Professor Svankmajer.

Don't thank me. I'm just glad to have the help.

Not enough kids are going into the sciences these days.

They all want to be game designers. Even Winsor here.

What? Just because I took a couple computer animation classes doesn't mean--

Oh, I’m just giving you a hard time. Winsor's my best student.

He sure is.

I couldn't help but notice you're working on the left second metacarpal bone...

of a juvenile dilophosaurus.

I think actually you'll find it's the right third metacarpal.

I think not. That's the dorsal surface.

What a fool I've been.

How could I have missed those extensor tendon grooves?

Clearly, mine are the superior glasses.

Oh, my gosh. Did you get those at Spec Masters?

Totally.

They had the exact same ones at Der Glasslehaus for like twice as much.

Der Glasslehaus is such a rip-off.

Not as bad as Focus-Pocus.

Tell me about it.

Looks like I've lost Winsor for a while.

Do not get him started on opticians.

So, Fred, maybe you could work on this metacarpal.

Guys, this place is so cool.

Check out the bone that Scoob found.

- Yeah. - Don't move.

Put the bone down and back away slowly.

The femur of a Massospondylus.

This could be a major find.

Winsor. Massospondylus.

- Carinatus? - Possibly harriesi.

Rock on.

Shaggy, Scooby, I'd like to thank you for a significant contribution to paleontology.