-[engine revs] -[bicycle bell trills]
[Fred] Whoa, gang.
I never new Central Park in New York City
was so beautiful at night.
True New Yorkers just call it "the city," Fred.
-And, I'm pretty sure you're not... -[gasps]
...supposed to be driving the Mystery Machine on the bike path.
[all scream]
[growls and rants]
Gosh, everyone is so friendly.
Hurry, Fred.
Yeah. We don't wanna be late for Scooby's big surprise.
Whatever it is. [chuckles]
[tires squeal]
[Shaggy] Oh, boy, oh, boy.
I sure hope your surprise is some kind of kooky mega-cheeseburger,
or ginormous pizza with everything on it! [laughs]
Even better. [giggles]
Go straight.
-[thuds] -[yelps]
-[groaning] -Oops, sorry.
Okay, now you can turn right.
-[thuds] -Ooh, other right.
-[thuds] -Uh, other, other right.
-[thuds] -[yelps]
-[thuds] -[objects clattering]
[exclaiming]
[chuckles]
[gasps]
[audience cheering]
All right, welcome to the 15th Annual Central Park Poetry Slam.
Poetry slam?
Our first two contestants are Shaggy Rogers,
and singer, songwriter, poet, Halsey!
-[audience cheering] -Halsey?
[kisses]
-Mmm. -[announcer] The prize for today's slam
gets this antique brass key to the city.
[whimpering]
Let's kick it, Shaggity-man! Time for the poetry slam!
-[gulps] -[microphone feedback]
I'm with Shaggy. This is scary.
It's just poetry, Fred.
Exactly.
Go, Shaggy, go!
-Mmm. -[clangs]
-[gasps]
Hmm.
-[clanging] -[whimpering]
Whoa!
Ooh.
-[growling loudly] -[all screaming]
[theme music playing]
[bats screeching]
♪ 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 ♪
[Velma]Jinkies, it's Halsey.
[people screaming]
-Uh... -[all] Run!
[whimpers]
[yelps]
Yikes! [yelping]
-Look out, monster! -[grunts]
[screaming]
-[growling] -[yelps and whimpers]
[screaming]
[whimpering]
[Halsey] Not so fast.
[grunting]
[yelping]
[groans]
-Come on, gang. -[chomping]
Whoa. [grunts]
[groans]
[roaring]
Not so fast, Mr. Gator Man Monster.
[growling]
[all yelping]
[all scream]
-[grunts] -Whoa! [grunts]
[whimpering]
[growling]
[gasps and whimpers]
[panting]
Oh.
[panting]
-[growls] -[whimpers]
Huh?
Phew!
[groans]
He's gone. And he took the key to the city with him.
Well, gang, it looks like we have a real mystery on our hands.
And I can't believe we're in it with...
[all] Famous singer/award-winning,
multi-platinum, alternative pop maverick, Halsey.
Actually, Halsey is my stage name.
My real name is Ashley Nicolette Frangipane, like the flower.
[all] Famous singer/award-winning,
multi-platinum, alternative pop maverick,
[inhales sharply] Halsey,
whose real name is Ashley Nicolette Frangipane, like the flower.
Like, dude, maybe it's cool if we just call you Halsey.
[chuckles] I'm a big, big fan, man.
Like a really big fan.
I don't know why anyone would put me in a poetry slam against you...
Scooby-Doo!
Because you are a poet.
[giggles] Well, I do dabble in like,
the odd poetic composition,
but mostly when no one is listening, Scoob.
Layers of moon sandwich
gnashed on by the hungry teeth of the stars.
[giggles]
Flotsam and jetsam of time and tide,
waiting for no man or no woman,
or no nobody, or no know-it-all.
[giggles]
[Shaggy] The dancing moon speaks
mouth tones,
[sniffing]
I stink, therefore I smell.
-[chuckles] -[giggles]
Dog ears hear everything. [giggling]
[Daphne] I wouldn't worry, Shaggy.
It looks like the poetry slam is done.
Especially if the prize has been stolen.
That really burns my bacon burger.
[both] Mmm. Bacon burger.
But, it makes no sense why a gator man monster
would steal an old brass key.
The key is a symbolic prize.
It's not priceless. It's just an old key.
[grunting]
-[gasps] Gator-monster! -It's back!
[grunts and whimpers]
Relax, it's just the poetry slam promoter.
Sorry. I got so terrified when that monster attacked, I hid.
What? Don't give me that look.
I can love poetry and be a huge chicken.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to get a fresh pair of pants.
Glad I don't wear pants.
[chomps] Mmm.
[both] Scooby, no! Stop!
[gasps]
[Velma] Look, Scooby,
there's a perfect impression of the key
in your cheese blintz.
Hey, we can make an exact cast of it.
This is great.
Wait, that symbol, I've seen it before.
That might be a clue.
I saw it deep in the dark underground of the city.
[whimpering] Like, deep, dark underground,
where the Gator Man Monster like, came from?
[both whimpering]
Great, sounds like us.
Lead the way, Halsey.
[sewer door opens]
[Shaggy] Like, look out below!
-[yelps] -[grunts]
Nice catch, Halsey. [chuckles]
You guys are goofy.
[Halsey] First stop is a rare, rare place for any tourist to see.
[train approaching]
Uh, Halsey?
-[all gasp] -[horn blowing]
-Halsey! -[all yelp]
I give you, Graffiti Station.
[all] Wow!
[upbeat music playing]
[crackling]
I'm pretty sure this is where I saw that symbol on the key.
[sniffing]
[exclaiming excitedly] Oh, yeah!
Dude! [chuckling]
-[electricity buzzing] -[suspenseful music playing]
[growls]
[laughs] Master Scoob, check it.
Underground haute cuisine.
-[laughs] -Yeah, I smelled it.
[giggling]
[chomping]
[growls]
[both yelping]
What are you doing? You have not paid for this dinner!
[both whimpering]
But you will pay!
-Like, zoinks! -[both whimper]
[Halsey] I got this.
Down here, they don't take money.
You have to pay with poetry.
[both] Poetry?
Yep. What's in your brain-pan?
Looks like we gotta sling some slams for your dinner jams.
[upbeat music playing]
-[disc scratches] -Favorite foods.
And, go!
♪ Got this in the bag On a forever food jag ♪
♪ Got my burgers and my shakesFries on the make ♪
♪ Pizza by the slice Sure is nice ♪
♪ Say please, please, pleaseTo a plate of mac 'n cheese ♪
[chuckles]
♪ Shake, shake and twice bakeSome taters with some chives ♪
♪ Groovy cat lives for food With all his nine lives ♪
♪ Gotta sling today And hasta mana ♪
♪ Break it down For some pasta Romana ♪
♪ Pasta-pasta get a grip ♪
[both]♪ Pasta-pasta let it rip ♪
♪ Cavatappi, cellentani ♪
♪ Elicoidali ♪
[both]♪ Fagioloni ♪
♪ Garganelli ♪
[both]♪ Maltagliati ♪
♪ Manicotti, marziani Rigatoncini, spiralini! ♪
[microphone feedback]
Huh!
-[groans] -Eh, good enough.
I gotta be honest, this poetry thing is a little out of my comfort zone.
It's so mysterious, but not in a good way.
Freddy, poetry isn't mysterious.
You just have to work at it.
Here, take this book of Halsey's poems.
[Fred] Huh.
Okay, I'll give it a shot.
"Spoon in hand,
through all the pain and strife,
whisk that, man,
'cause chocolate milk is life"?
[Daphne] Over here, Fred.
We found something.
[Velma] Right here, underneath the graffiti.
It's the symbol from the key.
What do you bet our key unlocks that door?
[growls]
Fred, are you still worrying about poetry?
Wasn't me.
-[growling] -[all scream]
[all grunting]
-[rumbling] -[all screaming]
[Daphne] Jeepers!
Jinkies!
The wall and the door with the symbol
have been completely buried.
Then like, that's it. Let's all go home now. [laughs]
Mystery's over.
Bye-bye. Going home.
Ah-ah-ah, nothing doing, guys.
We'll just have to find another way.
Time to check things out on the old,
"Velma-has-all-the-answers" device.
The internet knows all.
Oh, no, we're out of range!
[device beeps]
[both] No!
[both whimpering]
-Without the internet... -We're nothing.
Okay, just because we're offline doesn't mean we're blind.
Halsey, when you say in your poem here that
you "love goodhearted people and hate bullies,"
what exactly do you mean by that?
Um, that I love goodhearted people
and hate bullies.
Oh, yeah!
-[loud growl] -[all gasp]
You street dwellers don't belong down here.
This is my domain,
and topsiders aren't welcome.
Tearin' up the place.
Proceed at your own risk.
I got my eye on yous!
-That guy was rude. -And suspicious.
[door opens]
[Daphne] Oh, it looks like it's the old-school internet.
Yeah, pretty cool, huh?
-[grunting] -[all gasp]
[coughing]
Sorry, there's something in my throat.
Welcome! Hi, how are ya?
Halsey, welcome back, woman.
How's the knowledge keepin', knowledge-keeper?
In the know and on the go?
Keeping my words, keeping my wits.
-You know. -Oh, I know.
Listen, we need you to drop some serious knowledge on us
about this symbol.
[cackles] Yes.
This is the symbol used by a very rich man
named J. Jacob Ascot.
[all] Ascot?
Uh, no relation.
I had his journal and diaries down here.
But someone stole them!
J. Jacob Ascot was one of the wealthiest men in Manhattan.
In the 1870s, '80s and '90s,
he helped build the city,
and much of these subway tunnels.
It was rumored he had his own private train car and subway station.
On that train car was a safe,
which held a great treasure.
Upon his death,
he had the train car and his private station sealed.
It's been lost for over 120 years!
And the Gator Man Monster?
The Gator Man Monster?
[laughing] Oh!
Yes, the legend of a sewer worker
that lived so long in the sewers,
catching and cooking gators,
that he finally became one!
[cackles]
Or something. I'm not sure.
It may be the greatest and most important mystery
of all time!
[cackling]
Bye-bye, cutie pies.
[cackling]
[all coughing]
[grunts]
Excuse me, uh, crazy old lady.
Dude, we can totally see you.
Sewer-man, gator-man,
one path, two path,
sewer path, more.
Lift my lamp beside the golden door!
A poem, a riddle and a clue?
Like, sweet.
Definitely a first for us. Come on!
[squeaking]
Going into the sewers, don't know what to think.
Followin' the trail, followin' the stink.
-Hard to spin a rhyme... -Dancing in the slime.
Guys, it's not a sewer, it's a storm drain.
There's nothing down here to worry about.
Okay, that didn't rhyme.
I thought it was nice.
Yeah, Daph, don't be so hard on yourself.
[all screaming]
[all groaning]
Jeepers, do you think this is the lair of the gator man monster?
It sure looks like it.
Jinkies, the diaries of J. Jacob Ascot!
This is amazing.
[growling]
[Daphne] It's the gator-man!
Run!
[yells]
[growls]
[shrieks]
[squeaking]
[shrieking]
[Fred] Over here.
[growls]
[sighs]
This is the key to finding the door.
But I just don't understand it.
It's music.
Look.
[vocalizing scale]
[clicking]
[all screaming]
[Daphne] Ew, saved by another pile of sewer trash.
A golden door!
I think it's steel.
Painted gold.
And like, no door handle, no keyhole.
-Like, nothing. -Only that symbol.
Lift my lamp beside the golden door.
"Lift my lamp beside the golden door."
-Here. -[beeps]
Huh?
[clicking]
It's the secret train station.
[Velma] And the private train car.
With the priceless treasure.
"Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates
-shall stand a mighty woman with a torch--" -[snarls]
[growling]
[all scream]
Zoinks, looks like scaly and scary hitched a ride.
Into the train car.
-Hurry! -[all yell]
[grunts]
[exhales]
Phew, groovy.
-[thuds] -Huh?
[snarls]
Don't worry, gang, that should hold him.
Hey, look over here.
[all] J.'s safe.
[all] Wow!
[thudding]
He's gonna break in.
What do we do, Fred? What do we do? [whimpers]
I got it.
I say we open the door.
-[all] What? -Open the door?
Are you like, crazy, dude?
Trust me, I've got a plan.
Okay, gang, let's do this.
In three,
two, one!
[Fred grunts]
That's your poetry right there.
Any kind of trap, all the time, any time.
[chuckles] Thanks, Halsey.
I guess I am kind of a poet of traps.
See, Freddy, you've always understood poetry.
Just in your own way.
And now let's see who this gator man monster really is.
[all] The poetry slam promoter?
It's all quite simple, really.
Speak it, girl. Speak your truth.
I always do.
You see, while exploring the underground library,
the poetry slam promoter discovered the diaries of J. Jacob Ascot.
He managed to steal them from the keeper of knowledge.
[Keeper of Knowledge] That's a no, no!
-[yelping] -No, no, no, no, no, no!
[cackling]
Excuse me, like, crazy old dude lady.
We can still see you, again.
Just like last time, you are completely visible.
Never mind. V, please continue.
Through the diaries, he learned about the lost subway station
and more importantly, the great treasure.
[Halsey]An original hand-written poem.
[Velma]He created the gator man monster costume
as a way to steal the old brass engine key undetected,
and scare everyone away from the trail.
I was so close to finding that poem.
I would've been rich. Rich!
And I would've gotten away with it too,
if it weren't for you meddling kids
and famous singer/award-winning,
multi-platinum, alternative pop maverick, Halsey!
Do... Do you think you could let me see it? Just once?
Better than that, hang on.
[grunts]
[Velma] The treasure we found
is none other than the original hand-written version of the poem,
"The New Colossus."
It was written for the Statue of Liberty by Emma Lazarus in 1883.
"Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome, her mild eyes command"
Like, "Give me, your tired." Like, "Your poor."
"Your huddled Scoobies, yearning to breathe free."
Not exactly those words, but you get the idea.
Liberty Dooby-Doo! [giggles]
[chomping]
[theme music playing]