Like, Halloween is the busiest day of the year
for me and a pup named Scooby-Doo.
All that free candy, and only one day to get it.
Trick or treat.
- Thanks a lot. - Thank you.
Trick or treat.
Come on, you two.
We've already been to this house ten times.
Like, we know. That's how we get the most candy.
We haven't been to that house yet.
'Like, g-g-go there? Oh, no way!'
Yeah. No way.
Whoever lives there can't be that bad.
Sure, we always play at that cool playground by their house.
Yeah, by their house. Like..
- We never have to go in it. - Yeah.
'Besides, you know what they say.'
'When he wasn't at sea sinking ships'
the pirate, Boobeard, used to live in that house.
Yeah. Boobeard. Boo!
- Really? - A pirate ghost? Get serious.
- I'm not afraid. I'm going in. - 'Me, too.'
Like, we can't let the girls go in by themselves.
- Uh-uh. - We-we..
We'd better go and protect them.
When will they learn? There are no such things as ghosts.
Arr, matey. That be what she thinks.
L-l-like, it's Boobeard, the pirate!
It is? Yikes!
Trick or treat.
Oh, my, what nice costumes.
But, uh, what's wrong with your friends?
Oh, they think you have a ghost in your house.
But we do have a ghost. He lives in the attic.
(all) Huh?
- Like, w-we knew it. - Yeah.
A ghost? Come on.
No, we're serious.
Oh, but don't worry, our ghost is friendly.
- Did you hear that, Scoob? - Friendly?
Phew! Thank goodness.
Like, what was that?
Boo, you landlubbers.
Boo-oo-oo!
Zoinks!
Arr, you swabs, this is my house!
Pull anchor and get lost.
Yikes!
You swabs have until tomorrow
to move out, or you'll be sorry.
- Like, I-I'm already sorry. - Me, too.
I can't figure it out.
Our ghost has always been friendly until today.
Jinkies.
Velma said, "Jinkies."
- It must be a clue. - It is.
Why would a ghost be carrying a stick of gum?
Uh, like, maybe the ghost has bad breath.
Ah! Run for your lives!
It's the ghost of the lost plumber!
Well, actually, that's Jack, our handyman.
He lives in our guesthouse out back.
Oh. Heh-heh.
I never believed all that ghost stuff before now.
I-I was fixing the furnace when it came in
all howlin' and yowlin'.
And then it went right through the wall.
- A-are you okay? - Well, not really.
Our nice ghost has turned into a bad ghost.
And he wants us to move out by tomorrow.
I guess we'll have to sell our home.
Thanks.
Oh, that's terrible! Who will take care of the park?
I don't know.
You mean, this groovy park is yours?
Yes, but not for long.
Look, if you need any help packing, give me a holler.
But if you don't mind, before that ghost shows up again
I-I'm packing my things, too.
Like, good luck finding someone to buy your house
Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.
Not so fast, you two.
- Like, don't say it, Freddie. - Yeah. Don't say it.
Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, allow me to offer the services
of the Scooby-Doo Detective Agency.
- He said it, Scoob. - Yeah, I know.
That's right, we could find out
who's really trying to scare you away from your house
and why.
Now, now, don't worry about us. You kids run along.
But, dear, whoever buys our house
will probably tear it down.
'I know, ma, but that's the only way'
to get rid of a bad ghost.
Like, I'm so happy we don't have to look for that spooky ghost.
Yeah. I'm happy, too.
Thanks, Velma.
The poor Johnsons.
We could do something to help them
even if they don't want us to.
Yeah. Maybe you're right. We could.. Zoinks!
- Like, who's that? - It's the ghost!
Like, run for it!
vroom
screech
Phew! I think we lost it.
Come in.
A ghost!
clang
Ghost? Where? Where?
Like, we're talking about you.
Who? Little old me?
Don't worry.
- I am afraid of ghosts, too. - You are?
Oh, please, everybody.
There are no such things as ghosts.
That's right. You can't fool us, Red Herring.
Now take off that fakey mask.
(all) Huh?
Is that really necessary?
vroom
Jinkies, a visible free-floating
full-torso, ectoplasmic manifestation.
Gee, and all this time I thought I was a ghost.
No way. Can you prove that you're a real ghost?
Hm. Let me think. Uh, what could I do?
Uh, nope. Can't think of a thing. Sorry.
But I can prove that I'm friendly.
My name is Bartholomew Byford Boo.
But my friends call me Mr. Boo.
Nice to meet you. We're the Scooby-Doo Detective Agency.
I know. And I want to hire you. How much is it?
Huh? Uh, 25 cents a day.
Uh, yeah, and, like, plus candy expenses.
Yeah, plus candy expenses. Yum, yum.
Oh, dear, that's pretty steep. But it's worth it.
You see, I have a terrible problem.
Everybody thinks I've been bad.
So they're going to tear down my house.
Hey, you must be the nice ghost the Johnsons were talking about.
- That's me. - But..
Aren't, like, you a p-p-pirate?
No, but I was a fisherman on the weekends.
Boy, people sure blow things out of proportion.
You kids have to help me.
Do you know what happens when they tear down a ghost's house?
Uh, uh-uh. What?
Poof. No more Mr. Boo.
- Roof? - No. Poof.
That's terrible!
Come on, everybody, let's get
'to the bottom of this mystery.'
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Uh-uh. Uh-uh. Uh-uh!
But, Scooby, we have to look in
that scary, spooky, slimy house for clues.
- Not me. - Come on, Scooby.
- We need your super-sniffer. - You can have it.
Ew! Gross me out.
Oh, I know what you want.
Would you go in for an extra-large Scooby Snack?
Extra large? Uh-uh.
Would you go in for a super extra-large?
Super extra-large?
- Uh, no, thanks. - 'Okay.'
How about a super-deluxe
oh-my-gosh-it's-coming- towards-me
jumbo-sized Scooby Snack?
Super-deluxe oh-my-gosh-it's- coming-towards-me-jumbo-sized?
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, boy!
I'll be right up.
- Like, coming, Scooby? - Yeah. I'm coming.
Ew! It's kind of dusty in here.
Sorry, but cleaning day is Saturday.
screech
Oh, my. Gesundheit.
Thank you. Huh?
Brr! It's chilly in here.
Ah. Much better.
- Like, Scoob, check this out. - Coming, Shaggy.
Sorry. Heh-heh-heh.
Jinkies!
Aha! I knew it!
Clue number two. A spent can of white spray paint.
Velma, look!
A real ghost wouldn't need to spray his chains white.
Clue number three. Spray-painted chains.
Avast, ye lubbers! Boo!
Aha! Clue number four, the ghost himself.
Huh?
Oh..
Rikes!
(all) Run!
Arr! Boo!
screech
Like, Deadendsville.
Arr! I'll make you wish you never helped the Johnsons.
Oh..
Arr, stop helping the Johnsons
'and get lost!'
Jinkies!
A pulley.
And, look, a wire.
Quick. Hang on.
Shaggy, Scooby, let's go.
- Wake up, fellas. - Huh?
Boo, you scurvy dogs, boo!
(all) Whoa!
Arr! Boo!
Whoa-oa-oa-oa!
Ah!
crash
Good going, Scoob!
Ptooey! Thanks. Uh, what did I do?
Like, you heard the ghost. Let's quit this case and split.
What's going on out here?
What's all the racket?
I thought we told you kids we didn't
want you snooping around here.
But look at all these clues we found, sir.
Well, I'll be! You mean that ghost might not be real?
Apparently so.
So you're finally selling your house.
It's about time. How much do you want?
Hey. Who are you?
I am Ms. Spelling
the owner of the finest restaurants in Coolsville.
Howdy, folks? O'Greazy's the name.
Fast fast-food's the game.
Here, have yourselves a nice bucket o' chili. Heh-heh.
Oh, boy, even Scoob and I won't eat that.
Yeah. Bucket of chili? Y-yuck.
Hey, did I hear something about a house being for sale, eh?
How much?
Hold the phone. Stop the clock!
How did you two know that the Johnsons' house was for sale?
Huh? Huh? Maybe the ghost of the lost plumber told you.
Come on. Admit it. Fess up!
Why, everybody knows about it.
Hey, this land is the perfect location
for the next O'Greazy Bucket O' Fun restaurant.
If you let me buy your land
voila, Chez Spelling Restaurante.
Alright, you two, shoo.
The Johnsons will call you if they decide to sell.
- Shoo, shoo, shoo. - Yeah.
Shoo, shoo, shoo.
Well, I never..
Yeah, I hope youse, uh, let me buy your land.
Hey, Mr. O'Greazy chews the same gum as the ghost.
Like, step aside. It's Scooby's super-sniffer.
'Like, a bucket o' fries'
and a secret trap door?
Maybe O'Greazy is the ghost.
First it was the gum, now this.
Gee. I wonder where this tunnel goes to.
Aye, boo-oo!
- Like, let's find out! - Yeah.
Jinkies! Look.
'You'd think we would find plans to a restaurant'
'not an office building.'
Wow, I bet you could make a million dollars
with a building like this.
Actually, 3.6 million.
Ahem.
Boo.
vroom
Oh, that does it.
I'm not waiting until tomorrow to sell the house.
I'm calling Mr. O'Greazy and Ms. Spelling right now.
No, wait! We've almost figured out who the ghost is.
Who cares?
That Boobeard is scaring
the heebie-jeebies out of us.
- Yeah, me, too. - Me three.
But I sure wish you could find someone
who wouldn't cut down all those beautiful trees.
Nobody loves those trees as much as we do.
Oh, well
goodbye and good luck, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.
Uh, Jack, uh, uh, could you buy our house and land?
Who, me? Ah..
Well, I wish I could, but I've only got enough money
to, uh, buy the house.
That's okay. We could, uh, give you the land.
- 'Really?' - Yes.
And then we could use the money to buy a new home.
Hey, yeah.
I could tear down this house, get rid of the ghost
live in the guesthouse and take care of the land.
You've got yourself a deal.
You go ahead and unpack while we draw up the papers.
Okay, great! Thanks!
Oh, dear, Jack is gonna tear down my home.
You know what that means.
Yeah, roof.
No, poof. Like that.
This is terrible. Velma, what are we going to do?
A plan.
A plan? Whoopie!
Like, you're safe now, Mr. Boo. Velma has a plan.
Jack, did you hear the good news?
No. What?
The Johnsons decided they don't
have to sell after all.
They don't? Uh..
Hey, that's great! How did they do it?
They hired No Ghost, the expert ghost exterminators.
Nice to meet you. Excuse me.
Hey, that's just a magnet.
That's right. Ghosts just hate magnets.
- They do? - See for yourself.
Oh, me. Oh, my. Us ghosts just hate magnets.
Help. Help..
Uh, we better stay out of his way.
We'll call you when he's finished.
It's working.
Did you see the look on his face?
Yeah. Heh-heh-heh. Yeah.
Avast, ye swabs!
Boo!
Wait for me!
Arr! I ain't afraid of no magnet, you landlubbers!
Let me go, you scurvy dogs!
- You did it! - All right.
- You saved my home. - I did?
Thanks to you children, now we won't have to sell our house.
'But who's the ghost?'
Let's review the suspects, shall we?
Suspect number one, Mr. O'Greazy.
Suspect number two, Ms. Spelling.
- Suspect number three.. - 'Mm..'
Suspect number 89, my third-grade English teacher.
Freddie, but who's the ghost?
I don't know, but there sure are a lot of suspects.
Actually, it's quite simple.
First we found the ghost wasn't real.
Yeah, a real ghost wouldn't need a wire to fly.
I can vouch for that.
Then we found these blueprints.
Hey, those aren't plans for a restaurant.
Exactly, that's why
Boobeard couldn't be O'Greazy or Spelling.
Like, what about the gum the ghost dropped?
And that bucket o' fries we found by the secret tunnel?
Boobeard put them there just to make us think it was O'Greazy.
'You see, all along'
'it was Jack.'
- Yeah. - Jack?
Yeah, that's right, I spent years being nice
to these two geezers waiting for my chance.
'I couldn't wait for 'em to move out.'
'So I decided to scare 'em out.'
I get it. Jack knew this land was worth a lot of money.
He also knew that the Johnsons would never sell to someone
who would tear down the park and trees.
Like, they thought you were gonna take care of the trees.
- But you weren't. - Yeah, poor trees.
Yeah. Who cares about the stupid trees?
I was gonna make millions!
And I would've gotten away with it too
if it weren't for you pesky kids!
Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, yeah. I'm sorry.
And that puppy.
Come on, buddy, let's go.
I still don't believe there are such things as ghosts
but I'm sure glad you're safe now.
Thanks a million, kids.
Why, if it wasn't
for good friends like you, I'd be—
- Like, we know. Poof? - That's right.
But most of all, I'd like to thank a pup named..
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!