VELMA: So far we've visited Hampton Court Palace
looking for the specter of Catherine Howard,
we've seen the site where Anne Boleyn's headless ghost is said to wander.
And we're heading to Whitechapel,
a part of London full of mystery and grisly history.
Gang, I am loving our kooky tour of haunted old England.
(EXCLAIMING EXCITEDLY) And I am loving our kooky tour of classic English food stuffs.
-Right, Scoob? -You said it, Shag.
(LAUGHS)
-So far we've had shepherd's pie... -Fish and chips...
Bangers and mash...
SCOOBY-DOO AND SHAGGY: Welsh rarebit, beef Wellington--
Screaming skulls!
Screaming skulls aren't food.
OTHERS: The screaming skulls of London!
(BRAKES SCREECH)
Hang on, gang.
(CACKLING)
Oh, man. Like, it's bad enough we're driving on the wrong side of the road,
but now we're going backwards!
(CACKLING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(MYSTERY MACHINE CRASHES)
(SCREAMING SKULLS MOANING)
(CACKLING)
Hmm. Interesting. There is nothing like first-hand evidence.
-(LAUGHS) -(MAGNIFYING GLASS SHATTERS)
Data, data, data!
I cannot make bricks without clay!
Science! (LAUGHS BOISTEROUSLY)
-Hold the phone. -Magnifying glass?
Deerstalker cap.
-Tweed overcoat... -That's...
ALL: Sherlock Holmes!
(SIRENS APPROACHING)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
(SIRENS BLARING)
(BATS CHITTERING)
♪ 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 Sherlock Holmes!
POLICE OFFICER: So you're telling me
the reason you found yourselves a-teetering atop a lion's head
in Trafalgar Square
is because a bunch of flaming skulls made you do it?
-Screaming skulls. -But they were also on fire.
Screaming... Skulls.
(LAUGHING HEARTILY)
Oh, that's rich. That is so rich!
BOTH: (GIGGLING) That's so rich!
(LAUGHING) That's rich!
You think that's funny, do you?
No. Yes.
Maybe.
Well, truth is, we've been getting a lot of reports about screaming skulls.
Happens every year.
Bunch of nonsense, if you ask me.
Yeesh. Good thing we didn't tell them about
seeing Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes? No, I do believe you when you say that name.
Like, really?
(LAUGHS) Seriously.
You saw old Crackpot.
Crackpot Sherlock, we calls him.
Mmm.
Uh, you lot are free to go.
Your bail's been posted.
Don't be leaving town, now.
(CHUCKLES) We're not going anywhere, sir.
There's a mystery to be solved.
And we plan on solving it.
(SCOFFS)
So, who posted our bail anyway?
I took that liberty.
Zoinks! Like, man,
it's that kooky Sherlock Holmes guy. (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
Indeed. I am Sherlock Holmes!
Um, yeah, we know who you are.
Or at least who you're pretending to be.
Only the most famous detective in all of literature.
Like, man, you must be over 150 years old! (LAUGHS)
Quite so!
I've been around since 1887. (CHORTLES)
Like, you look great. Like, what face cream do you use?
Uh, my own concoction. I make it in my laboratory using science!
(BOTH LAUGH)
Guys, Sherlock Holmes is a fictional character, rember?
BOTH: Yeah, yeah, we know. We know.
And yet it is me, I, me, Sherlock Holmes!
I admonish you not to see with your eyes but with your minds.
There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.
That's exactly what you said in the Boscombe Valley Mystery.
Regardless, I've deduced much about your group
in just one glance.
The way this one ties his ascot.
The deductive twinkle in this one's eye.
The fact that you have a horrible hound to rival the Baskervilles.
(LAUGHING)
And the manner in which you so readily accepted the phenomenon of screaming skulls
tells me that you are a mystery-solving group.
That and your van says "Mystery Machine."
(GROANS)
And your point is?
Well, to be blunt, we require your assistance in solving this mystery.
Um, okay, give us a moment, Mr. Sherlock.
Indubitably, Watson.
Watson?
Huddle up, gang.
He's clearly not Sherlock Holmes.
But he does seem kind of nice, even if a little crazy.
I sure bet he knows London a whole lot better than we do.
I love that hat.
He did post our bail.
Yes, rember, Sherlock Holmes posted your bail. (CHUCKLES)
And it would be cool to solve a mystery with Sherlock Holmes.
ALL: It's settled.
We'll all work together.
Capital. Let us begin.
One surefire way to open up the investigation of any mystery--
BOTH: Is to return to the scene of the crime.
Well done, Watson, you're learning. (CHUCKLES)
I'm Watson!
Those kooky screaming skulls
-came this way. -FRED: But it's a dead end.
They couldn't have just vanished, could they?
Like, check it out, Scooby-Doo.
Somebody threw away a perfectly good burger.
-(LAUGHS) -So wasteful.
Pretty clear I have no pride because I am not above eating a dumpster burger.
-How about you, Scoob? -Me neither!
-Mmm... -(GROWLING)
BOTH: Huh?
(SLURPING)
SHAGGY: Hey, that's our dumpster burger!
Come back here!
Hurry, Scoob!
(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY-DOO SCREAMING)
(BOTH BABBLING)
SCOOBY-DOO: Whoa! SHAGGY: Yikes!
(BOTH GROANING)
Well, Watson, it seems that oversized beast certainly used his head
to help our investigation. (CHUCKLES)
Hmm, these aren't even real bricks.
They're foam.
As I suspected!
Well, don't just stand there mouth agape, Mrs. Hudson,
A spot of tea would be perfect right about now.
Come, Watson. The game is afoot.
Right behind you, Holmes.
Whoa! I think he just called me Mrs. Hudson.
(LAUGHS) Mrs. Hudson!
(BOTH LAUGHING)
VELMA: Huh. Not getting a signal.
But this place looks like an old tube station for the Underground.
Hmm. It has never been used. Look.
The tracks for the train were never put down.
Whoa!
SHERLOCK: Clumsy, clumsy, Mrs. Hudson, but...
-Fortuitous. -Fortuitous indeed.
Mrs. Hudson slipped on some kind of oil
and dirt.
And these marks, Watson,
-what do you make of-- -(ALL SCREAM)
(COCKNEY ACCENT) Oh, peaches got me, Isle of Wight on ya.
What thing you doing in me OXO cube?
Don't fret, everyone. I know over 76 different languages.
-I speak rhyming slang. -Huh?
(IMITATING COCKNEY ACCENT) Oh, my china,
we're off on a case of a nasty pillar and post.
Pillar and post?
-No pot pie. -(SCOFFS)
-Deduce, you say? -Oh, Adam and Eve, yeah.
We'd all better use our plates of meat. Up the apples and pears.
(NORMAL VOICE) I told him we're hunting for a ghost.
He believes me and he thinks we should leave.
Leave? Now that's a language I can understand.
Me too!
(SCREAMING SKULLS CACKLING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(WHIMPERING) Blimey!
(SCREAMING)
(CACKLING)
-FRED: This way! -(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY-DOO WHIMPERING)
-(CACKLING) -(RUMBLING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Help! Help! (EXCLAIMS)
(ALL PANTING AND SCREAMING)
-(CRASHING AND RUMBLING) -(ALL SCREAMING)
(ALL COUGHING)
To the laboratory!
Ah, here we are!
221B Baker Street.
You, uh... You see. (CHUCKLES TRIUMPHANTLY)
SCOOBY-DOO: Huh? SHERLOCK: This is my laboratory.
Boy, this place is weird.
-(ELECTRICITY BUZZING) -(SPOOKY MUSIC PLAYING ON DEVICE)
I don't know, Shaggy.
It might just be what we need to help our research.
You see, Mrs. Hudson?
Watson understands the import of science.
Science, Mrs. Hudson!
Science! Science!
Science! (LAUGHS)
Where on Earth is that tea, Mrs. Hudson? We are parched!
Come, Watson. Much to do.
(EXPLOSION)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
(EXPLOSION)
(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY-DOO LAUGHING)
It's so rich!
(EXPLOSION)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Watson, have a look at the tuft of hair
we found on that strange dirt and tell me what you see.
Hmm.Ursus maritimus.
Ursa... Whatapotamus?
Ursus maritimus. Polar bear.
And it's very old, if I'm not mistaken.
-A polar bear in London? -Yes, quite.
Let's check the maps, shall we?
As I suspected. Watson!
It's a map of the old London Underground.
That abandoned station we were in was on a spur line
to the Tower of London.
Elementary, my dear doctor.
Boy, these maps of the London Underground
remind me of your story of theBruce-Partington Plans.
Yeah, we love that story. That story's awesome.
You know how you were helping your brother, Mycroft,
and you mysteriously found the body of Arthur Cadogan West.
He was on the tracks
just outside of Old Gate Station on the underground Tube system.
Uh, story? It was not a story.
Don't you remember? You were there, Mrs. Hudson.
If you're Mrs. Hudson, I want to be Mycroft.
Mycroft's smart.
You're not my brother Mycroft. You're a dog!
Don't listen to them, Holmes.
You may be a kooky crackpot, but there can be no doubt,
this mystery is really starting to come together.
SCOOBY-DOO: Spooky! SHAGGY: You said it, Scoob!
How did we get from point weird chemistry class to point creepy castle?
Velma and Mr. Sherlock not only found that weird hydraulic oil and gel,
but a tuft of really old polar bear fur in freshly dug dirt.
It says here, a long time ago,
there was a royal menagerie at the Tower of London
where King Henry III was given a polar bear.
Isn't that interesting?
Yeah, but not as interesting as this.
Look, gang,
This dirt's been freshly disturbed.
There's a trail!
VELMA: These are the same tracks we saw in the subway tunnel.
SHERLOCK: It seems the screaming skulls were trying to get in but could not.
Wait, what would a bunch of creepy skulls want with the Crown Jewels?
-(SCOOBY-DOO SCREAMS) -MAN: What's all this, then?
You lot shouldn't be snooping about in the Tower of London after hours.
It's not allowed.
But we're solving a mystery.
And, good sir, I feel the Crown Jewels themselves may be in danger.
Look, I don't know what you lot are playing at, but I need you all--
-(SCREAMING SKULLS CACKLING) -SHERLOCK: Oh, no.
The screaming skulls of London are active tonight!
Run!
-Blimey! -(CACKLING)
Why do we always go where the monsters are?
Why, Shaggy, why?
-(ALL SCREAM) -(CACKLING)
Yikes!
(CACKLING)
(PLAYING FLUTE)
(SUIT OF ARMOR SQUEAKS)
(MEDIEVAL FLUTE MUSIC PLAYING)
(EPIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(JOUSTING MUSIC PLAYING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(CACKLING)
(SCREAMING SKULLS CACKLING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(ALL GASP)
Look out! Don't face that horrible fiend. Save yourselves!
-(SCREAMING SKULLS CACKLING) -(SCREAMING)
SCREAMING SKULLS: Leave here and never come back
or you will be consumed
by the screaming skulls of London!
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
If my calculations are correct,
we are definitely dealing with a devious criminal mind.
The wall of suspects.
John Clay, thief extraordinaire.
Sebastian Moran, assassin.
Jonas Oldacre, ruffian and roustabout.
And, of course, Moriarty could be behind it all.
Aren't those all fictional characters?
Huddle up, gang, again.
I hate to point out the obvious,
but it's possible this guy is playing us. Maybe he's the thief.
And he's using us to get the Crown Jewels.
Best way to find out, set a trap and see what we get.
Yes, a trap, splendid.
It's the only way to know for sure.
ALL: It's settled!
It's trapping time!
I believe we shall need a ballista, a very strong rope--
And two suits of armor.
A-ha! Good show, Watson.
Mr. Jones, we shall have need of your services as well as Ms. Blake's.
And, Mrs. Hudson, do bring your massive mutt.
You two shall stand on the front lines of battle.
(BOTH GULP AND WHIMPER)
Like, why are we on the front lines, Scooby-Doo?
Like, we're, like, cowards.
-Yeah, cowards. -SHERLOCK: Psst.
(WHISPERING) Quiet, you two, you'll ruin the trap!
(GROUND RUMBLING)
(CACKLING)
(METALLIC RATTLING)
(WHIMPERING)
(GULPS)
(SHAGGY CONTINUES WHIMPERING)
(CACKLING)
Almost time.
Oh, Mrs. Hudson, your vambrace has come loose, how careless!
What, dude? My vam-what is what?
(GROUND RUMBLING)
(CACKLING)
-(STRAING) -Ow! Ow!
Ow, ow, ow! You're hurting me.
Stiff upper lip, Mrs. Hudson, courage before all.
That's it! My name is not Mrs. Hudson.
Shaggy, don't.
You aren't the real Sherlock Holmes
and I don't want to be Mrs. Hudson anymore.
Oh, now, I... I do not understand.
You're like probably trying to steal the jewels and blame us.
Stealing? (SCOFFS) I have never stolen anything.
I'm not Mrs. Hudson and Velma isn't Watson.
Those are both fictional characters,
like someone else we know that will remain nameless.
Cough, Sherlock, cough, Holmes. Cough, cough,
crazy dude Sherlock, cough, Holmes!
But you... You don't understand, this is...
Well there has to be someone to talk to,
to listen to my pithy comments, my... My enigmatic statements,
because I... I have very good pithy comments.
People are grateful to hear my pithy comments.
Grateful, and all I ask in return is--
Oi, dude! What?
(STAMMERING) Screaming skulls.
(GULPS) They're right behind you.
(CACKLING)
Oh, crud.
(CACKLING)
They're getting away. Hurry, it may not be too late!
Fire the ballista!
Sherlock, fire it!
(SHAGGY EXCLAIMING NERVOUSLY)
-Nice shot, Sherlock. -It's working.
SHAGGY: It's not working!
It's not working!
Oh, boy! (EXCLAIMING)
(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY-DOO SCREAMING)
(SHAGGY SCREAMING)
Whoa!
Oh, no, you don't.
-(CACKLING) -Not this way.
(SCOOBY-DOO SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
That way!
-(CACKLING) -(BOTH SCREAMING)
-(SCREAMING SKULLS CACKLING) -(SCOOBY-DOO AND SHAGGY WHIMPERING)
Fred, they're headed your way.
Already in motion.
(CAR HORNS BLARING)
SHAGGY: Whoa!
(BOTH GROANING)
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(FOG HORN BLARING)
(CROSSING BELL DINGING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(WHIMPERING) Don't do it, please don't do it.
(SKULLS CACKLING)
SHAGGY: Whoa!
(SCOOBY-DOO SCREAMING IN SLO-MO)
Shaggy, no!
(SHAGGY AND SCOOBY-DOO SCREAMING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Like, yay! We did it, Scoob. (LAUGHS)
(GULPS) Like, just don't look down.
What, why not?
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(SHAGGY SCREAMS)
SCOOBY-DOO: Fred? SHAGGY: Velma?
BOTH: Daphne?
SHAGGY: Yikes! SCOOBY-DOO: Anybody?
(DISTORTED CACKLING)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
Wa-hey and hoist them over, eh what?
Let's see who these screaming skulls really are.
Yes, let's see what villainy is behind all this.
(STRAINING)
It's broken!
Watson? Oh.
-(BEEPING) -(DOME OPENS)
ALL: The security guard and the Beefeater?
Well, it seems the two criminals
were using the abandoned Underground tunnels
to get in and out of the Tower of London unseen.
Elementary, my dear Holmes.
It was the hydraulic oil and the strange markings
that really gave away the true identity of the screaming skulls.
The oil was highly unique and only used
by a very specific type of tunnel-making machinery.
But why?
These two were stealing the Crown Jewels
and they used their tunneling machine to do it.
The holographic projections of the skulls and their screaming
not only scared people away,
but it covered up the noise from their tunneling.
Well, they may be great at tunneling,
but they stink at being thieves.
These are all fake.
Well, I think they look nice.
(SNICKERING)
Ginger top's telling the truth, they are fakes.
The real Crown Jewels were moved to an undisclosed location
years ago for safe keeps.
I told you those weren't the real jewels!
Don't make a bull and a cow.
Would have made our sausage roll, too,
if it weren't for you meddling dustbin lids.
He said, "And they would have gotten away with it, too,
"if it weren't for you meddling kids."
Real jewels or fake, you two are still going to jail for a very long time.
Well done, Yanks. All is forgiven.
Go your merry way, and you, Crackpot Sherlock,
looks like you've finally made some proper friends.
Peas in a pod, you lot.
That's right, peas in a pod!
(POLICE OFFICER LAUGHING)
I like peas.
Well, I must say, I... I thoroughly enjoyed our little caper.
Almost a shame that it's concluded.
But, what, well, I... I, uh... I must be off now, I...
Suppose.
No hanging about even if I wanted to?
I think a spot of English breakfast is in order.
Right, Mrs. Hudson?
Huh, what? Oh, oh, right.
Yes, Dr. Watson.
Marvelous idea, Watson. Good show.
SHAGGY: Spot of toast, tomatoes and ketchup, kippers,
baked beans, blood pudding, jellied eels, and crumpets,
toad in the hole, Gypsy tart,
Bedfordshire clanger,
SHAGGY AND SCOOBY-DOO: Runny eggs and cream.
(BOTH EXCLAIMING IN EXCITEMENT)
Ugh. Who let Shaggy order?
Right, Sherlock?
He's gone.
There is a note.
SHERLOCK:Keep up the good work, Watson.
Always believe in yourself even when others do not.
Science!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)