[tires screeching]
Whoo-hoo! 5:00 p.m.
Yippee! It's five o'clock somewhere!
And that somewhere is here.
Do you think before you go,
you could finish looking at my arm, Dr. Yogi?
I think I slept on it funny or something.
Oopsy-daisy. Could you grab that for me?
Ugh! You see the arm? Want the arm?
Go get it, boy!
Okey-dokey, then. Here I go. Bye-bye now.
- [door closes] - [sighs] Another broken arm, I don't have to fix.
No more work for me.
Yogi, I've got some work for you.
You've gotta do inventory
on the single jar of cotton balls.
First thing tomorrow morning.
Oh, I can't count all those.
Well, I'm too busy dealing with the hospital's bedpan shortage.
So it's your problem.
Yogi, you've got to help.
You know how I've been trying to up my style game?
Well, I replaced all my old scrubs
with these really cool metal ones.
But the patients, they just keep mistaking
my shiny little bod for a bedpan.
So, if I come to work tomorrow,
it'll be Bedpan City all over again.
Hmm. Well, if neither of us want to go to work tomorrow,
maybe we should... Maybe we should...
Hmm... Hmm...
- I got an idea. - [glass shattering]
Why don't we play hooky and skip work tomorrow?
[gasps] And ruin my perfect attendance record?
[Hardy Har Har] Bedpan?
Bedpan, are you in there?
- [glass squeaking] - Okay, I'll do it.
[video game voice] Continue. Continue. Continue.
[groans] Wha... Wha... Wha... What?
Ah, nothing's better than sleeping in after a late night of junk food and video games.
You said it, brother.
- Yee! Are you ready for another round of gaming? - [banging on door]
Yogi. Boo Boo. Are you two in there?
I hope you're still coming to work today.
[chuckles nervously] I can't really do all this on my own.
Bedpan, where are you?
Yogi. What about this cotton ball jar?
Does anyone have some glue I could borrow?
I don't wanna get in trouble, Yogi.
- What are we gonna do? - I don't know.
Wait. I do know.
Nobody would expect to find a couple of bears out in the woods.
So what are we gonna do out here?
Hmm? What does a bear do in the woods?
Hmm... What about that?
Cheese World? Oh, boy.
Come on, it's a theme park.
You're gonna love it.
Ugh! [groans] I just know I'm gonna get some tetanus.
Now, this is the place to play hooky.
There's so many rides to choose from.
Ooh! A gouda-go-round! Look at me, Boo Boo!
[crashes, explodes]
[chuckles] Don't worry.
There's plenty of others around here.
Like the String Fling.
Whoo-hoo!
[explodes]
Ooh, what else is there? [gasps]
Cheese Peak!
Cheese! Cheese! Cheese! Whoo-hoo! Whoa!
[explodes]
Heh. Okay.
Uh, maybe I'll try riding something a little safer.
[whimsical chiming]
- Wee! - [explodes]
[Yogi sighs] You can't beat theme park food.
Ugh! That food looks like it might have gone bad.
Oh, cheese never goes bad.
[smacking lips]
[shuddering, retching]
Please stop.
The theater community at these places is top notch.
[announcer over microphone] Welcome to The Cheese of the Future.
By the far off year of 1992,
cheese science will be this advanced.
We've all made grilled cheese with an iron,
but now the cheese is the iron.
Wow, slacks as straight as an arrow,
and they smell great.
Cheese will be able to answer the phone for you, too.
[man over phone] Hello, Mom.
Mom, are you there? Mom, I'm in jail and--
Okay, this is pretty good.
[both] Woo! [chuckling]
- [chuckling continues] - [eerie music playing]
- [thuds] - [chittering]
- [thuds] - Oh!
Yeah, so Ted. Why are we driving your mom's car
- through the woods? - We're hunting ghosts, Gilly.
And the woods are bound to be chock-full of them.
Whatever. Your butt is a ghost.
[Yogi and Boo Boo] Ooh, ooh.
Wait, wait. Is that the sound of...
[eerie music playing]
...ghosts?
[engine stops]
- [car door opens] - The old, abandoned Cheese World.
Oh, yeah, this makes perfect sense.
Ghosts love novelty rides.
Goober. Bring me my ghost listening device.
Disgusting!
I forgot how awful Goober is.
I think there's beauty and how awful he is.
[sighs] Goober. Maybe you should stay out here
while we investigate.
Are there any ghosts here with us today?
[Yogi and Boo Boo] Woo! Woo!
Oh, that definitely sounds like ghosts.
This is it, gang.
We're gonna to catch those ghosts,
write about it in our blog.
And finally prove, we're the world's greatest paranormal investigators,
who are teens, and have a dog.
You mean besides Scooby-Doo?
No, not like Scooby-Doo.
Those guys are lame as heck.
I mean, they just pull masks off people.
[flaps lips] Takes no ghost hunting skills at all.
[both] Best! Hooky day! Ever!
Woo! Woo! Woo!
[explodes]
There it was again.
I know I heard ghosts,
but the only thing my ghost detector is picking up
is a whole lot of lead paint.
[grunts]
- Wait. I thought this place was abandoned. - [Yogi] Mm, mmm, mmm.
- Who are they? - Hmm?
As mom as my witness, I'll find you!
Hospital goons.
Those guys are looking for us.
If they see us, we'll be forced to go back to work.
- Now, help me find some convincing... - [objects clattering]
...cheese based disguises.
[objects clattering]
Oh, look. I found this, but, uh--
Wait, these are even better. To the changing room!
Ghosts, ghosts.
Any ghosts under there?
Huh. What's this?
[indistinct voices]
A throbbing nightmare hole? This isn't ghosts at all.
Stupid nightmare hole.
[Tina laughing mischievously]
Are you sure these costumes will scare them?
You can see the price tags.
Ah, all you've gotta do is run at them
and shout something scary, like, [growls] "I'm gonna bite you
and turn you into a Frankenstein." Or... Uh, I don't know.
Give him an ancient curse.
I forget what Frankensteins do.
Sucking out their blood?
Uh, I think that's a different one.
- [Yogi growls] - Frankensteins!
Give me your arm. I'm gonna bite it.
Your father is disappointed in you. [growls]
[Gilly screams] I'm sorry, Dad.
What's Cheugy?
[both growling]
Hey, wanna hit the cheese log flume?
Oh, boy. Do I.
- [sighs] - So, wait. Does this mean there aren't any ghosts here?
Doesn't look like it.
Those dang Frankensteins.
They probably faked those ghost noises
just lure us into their evil lair.
I bet they pretend to be ghosts all the time.
All the time? What for?
I don't know. Crazy Frankenstein reasons.
The one guy said he wanted to bite my arm.
They are obviously bonkers.
Whoa! Well, good thing we got away, I guess.
Yeah, but who knows what other ghost hunters
will fall prey to the Frankenstein's siren song?
If only there was some way to stop them from ever doing this again.
Uh, what about like... harm?
What, like, attack them?
Uh, yeah. Just beat them up. Punch them and kick them and stuff.
Yeah, those posers in the Scooby Gang
would be too soft to do something like that.
Yeah, let's do it.
Let's beat up those Frankensteins.
[all cheering]
Actually, after you get used to all the mold and fungus,
it's not so bad.
You see, I told you.
If you ignore your body's cries for help,
all sorts of food can taste good.
Frankensteins! We're gonna bury you
back in the dirty graves you came from.
Those goons are back.
Maybe we can hide in here.
Quick. Yogi, which door?
Uh, uh, this one.
No, no, no. Wait! This one over here is better.
Uh, oh, oh, actually this one.
Wait, I thought they would've been chasing us.
- Frankensteins! - [both screaming]
[Yogi panting]
I think we lost 'em.
Wait, didn't we already pass that purple door?
Ooh.
Seems like I should have noticed that.
Prepare to get your stitches unstitched, you abominations!
[both screaming]
[explodes]
End of the line, Frankensteins.
[exclaiming in fear]
Wait, wait, wait. I give it up. I'm not really a monster.
[grunts]
I'm a bear, see?
[grunts] I think I pulled something.
He's a bear, too.
Bears? Bears are just as dangerous as Frankensteins.
Time to prove why the Ghost Chasers are the best in the biz.
[cries] Oh, I love you Boo Boo.
[both sobbing]
The Scooby Gang would never beat up a couple of bears.
[man] And neither will you.
[Boo Boo] It's the Scooby Gang.
Like dude, we just finished solving the mystery of the rope ghost.
Thanks for keeping them busy.
See, they're not who they say they are.
Hit it, Daph.
They're actually members of the Really Rottens!
Oh, wait. I don't know if that actually makes any sense.
Don't think about it too hard.
- Okay. - Oh, well, whoever they are,
we owe you and the Scooby Gang our lives.
[laughs] Oh, we're not the Scooby Gang either.
[straining] It's me, Cindy.
But if you're Cindy, who are those other guys?
[Yogi] Ranger Smith?
[Boo Boo] Hardy?
[Yogi] Tubb?
[Boo Boo] Tubb's arm?
[Yogi] The cotton ball jar.
The guy from my video game?
[Boo Boo] A tiny Yogi?
- Uh, my brain feels weird. - [groaning]
Would've been a lot easier to not play hooky, huh?
Whoa, rad! An abandoned theme park!
Another group of teen detectives with dogs?
How many of you are there?
Oh, we're not teen detectives,
[all] Frankensteins.
[screaming]
- [groans] Frankensteins. - [groaning]
[sobbing] Frankensteins.
[theme music playing]