Like, I couldn't believe it.
The gang and I were going camping
on a real Indian reservation.
And I was ready to enjoy the trip
with hip big pup named Scooby-Doo.
Ugh. Like, how, paleface.
Yeah, how, paleface.
Wow, look. A couple of Indians.
I swear, you guys have been watching too many movies.
Indians are just like everybody else.
- That's right. - It's an Indian.
Like, me, Shaggy. Him, Scooby.
And me, embarrassed.
Hi, Shaggy. Hi, Scooby. Hi, Embarrassed.
My name's Warren and I'll be your guide.
But where's the rest of your tribe?
Are they all as cute as you?
My tribe lives in town, a place just like Coolsville.
A tribe? Wow, that's cool.
A couple of mighty warriors like us will fit right in.
Yeah, mighty warriors.
Yeah, right. Well, why don't you two mighty warriors
go gather some firewood?
- Uh-uh. No way. - Like, forget it, Daphne.
We aren't going into that spooky forest.
Well, if you don't, it sure will be
a long, dark, scary night.
Like, in that case, we'll do it.
Come on, Scoob.
I'll go tell my grandfather that you're here.
Nothing scary here, Scoob.
- What a relief. - Yeah.
Get off my land.
Like, it's a living totem pole.
Get off my land.
Like, we surrender.
Get off my land.
Alright.
Hey, Scoob, wait for me.
Hurry, Shaggy.
And stay off my land.
I wonder what's taking Shaggy and Scooby so long.
Like, we saw something horrible.
Yeah, horrible.
Was it a vampire with long dripping fangs?
Or a slimy swamp creature?
It was worse than that. It was..
a totem pole monster.
Yeah.
"Get off my land."
Oh, no, not a..
totem pole monster?
Gee, you two, this is really serious.
Don't worry, guys, there aren't any totem pole monsters.
- There aren't? - Of course not.
They teamed up with the Martians
and left Earth about five years ago.
Oh, boy, looks like nobody believes us here, Scoob.
- I do. - 'Who are you?'
This is my grandfather, Jay Littlefield.
He used to be the leader of our tribe.
- Really? - That's right.
And I've been waiting for the totem spirit to appear.
- You have? - Yes.
Haven't you heard the old Indian legend?
- Like, no, and I don't want to. - Me neither.
The totem spirit will appear if his sacred land is threatened.
Threatened by what?
Grandfather's upset because his house will be
torn down when they build the large hotel.
I have been living in that house for 50 years.
And I am not moving.
Besides, that hotel will ruin our town.
Boy, grandfather's not happy.
The last few nights, he's heard strange noises in the forest.
- Range roises? - No, Scooby.
- Strange noises. - Oh.
Grandfather says it's the totem spirit.
It looks like you need the help
of the Scooby-Doo Detective Agency.
Our motto is, "Have mystery, we'll solve."
And our motto is, "See monster, we'll run."
- Right, Scoob? - Right, Shaggy.
'Come on, gang.'
Let's find some clues.
Like, did you find anything, Scoob?
Nope, nothing.
Jinkies.
Ahem!
Jinkies.
I said, jinkies!
Oops. Um, sorry, Velma.
Yeah, Velma said jinkies.
It must be our first clue.
It's a bead from an Indian necklace.
What kind of clue is that?
Beads me.
Get it, Scoob?
A bead? Beats me?
I don't get it.
According to my analysis, this bead
is from Mr. Littlefield's necklace.
(all) Jinkies!
That's what I thought too.
Hi, kids. Have you seen Mr. Littlefield around here?
- Who are you? - My name is Ryan.
And you're standing in the exact spot
where I'm building the Indian Inn.
When I'm done, more people
will come to visit the reservation.
But Mr. Littlefield says this land is sacred.
Well, he's just a little upset because he has to move.
'Besides, I'm sure he won't mind after he sees these new plans.'
Well, gang, there's only one thing to do.
Yeah. Like, go home.
No, we're gonna find that monster.
Uh-uh. No way.
I'm sorry, Scooby, but I forgot to bring your Scooby Snacks.
Aw, yucks.
But I did bring along this
recipe for home made Scooby Snacks.
Homemade Scooby Snacks?
Mmm, yummy.
"And bake until golden brown."
Like, it's a good thing I brought our oven in my backpack.
Yeah, good thing.
Okay, I'm ready.
That's a great game room you've got in your tent, Daphne.
Oh, I know.
But I wish the hot tub was working.
What happened to Shaggy and Scooby?
Like, Scoob and I aren't going outside
while that totem monster is around.
- That's right. - That's too bad.
We were gonna roast some marshmallows.
- Marshmallows? - Marshmallows?
Scoob and I love roasted marshmallows.
I've got something to give you guys.
Oh, Warren.
Oh, you shouldn't have. What is it?
Perfume? Flowers? A diamond necklace?
Oh, I've always wanted—
A stick?
'It's a story stick, Daphne.'
Ah, a rory wit.
Huh? What's a rory wit?
You can pass it around the campfire tonight
and take turns telling the same story.
'The winner is the one who tells the best story.'
Hey, that's a great idea.
Have fun, gang. See you tomorrow.
(all) 'Good night.'
Oh, I would've preferred jewelry.
Can I tell the first story?
Can I, huh? Can I? Can I?
Yeah. Can he? Can he? Can he?
Okay, Freddy, you can go first.
Thanks, Daphne.
Hmm. Let me see.
I know.
Once upon a time, there was a great reporter
who was known by everyone.
Look, like, it's our favorite reporter
that we all know and love, Freddy Jones.
- Jinkies, he's my hero. - Mine too.
We need your help, Freddy.
Why? What's wrong?
You won't believe me when I tell you.
Oh, come on, Daphne.
You know I'll believe anything.
The Martians and the totem people are coming to Earth.
Zoinks, they're here.
Oh, icky poo, yuck, double gross out.
Save us, Freddy.
Stand back, gang.
I know who's really on that spaceship.
(all) You do?
The totem people and the Martians have teamed up
with none other than Red Herring.
You're a real "dip-ola," Jones.
This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
Watch it, Red. I'm telling this story.
Then you're full of beans.
- No, I'm not. - Yes, you are.
No, I'm not. Yes, you are.
- No, I'm not. - Snap out of it, Freddy.
Huh? Oh.
Sorry about that, gang.
You know, Scoob, this is kind of relaxing.
I've almost forgotten about that monster.
- I'll say. - It's your turn, Velma.
Actually, Red Herring wasn't the alien leader.
She was very brilliant and beautiful.
Jinkies. Greetings, earthlings.
- Like, who are you? - Who?
I am Princess Velma of the totem people
bearing gifts for your race.
Zoinks, it's an interplanetary pizza.
Like, thanks, Princess Velma.
Yeah, thanks, Princess Velma.
Heh. Don't mention it, Earth puppy.
Like, that's my kind of story, Velma.
Yeah, mine too.
It's your turn, Daphne.
Well, actually, the totem people weren't very nice.
We have come to take over the Earth.
Please, not in those outfits.
Not to worry, though.
Daphne keeps everyone in Coolsville looking sharp.
Jinkies, I'll say.
Like, all her clothes are totally cool.
Yeah, totally cool.
I like my monsters well-dressed.
Even if I don't believe in them.
Get off my land.
Hey, you're not in my story.
That's right. Now get off my land.
Shaggy, Scooby, do something.
Get off my land.
Like, I hope this story has a happy ending.
Me too.
Get off my land.
Shaggy, Scooby, help!
Like, we've gotta do something.
I know.
This is no time to bury the story stick, Scoob.
Good work, Scooby.
Thanks, Freddy.
Get off my land.
Like, let's get out of here.
Hurry, in here.
Get off my land.
Like, hi, camper.
Welcome to Camp Scooby-Doo.
Get off my..
Huh?
You're just in time to play hide-and-seek.
Hide your eyes on this tree and count to 100.
And, like, when you finish, see if you can find us.
Oh, okay.
One, two, three—
No peeking.
Oh, sorry.
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten—
Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one-hundred.
- Oh! That was close. - I'll say.
Well, we can't let a little thing like
a totem monster scare us away.
Like, why not?
Yeah, why not?
Well, we're going to talk to Warren's grandfather
about this right now.
Well, Mr. Littlefield, we just saw the totem monster
and you said that he would appear.
Yeah.
And you said that you don't wanna move.
- Yeah. - So, what I wanna know is..
have you seen any \Martians around here?
Yeah. Huh?
I warned everyone about building that hotel.
But they would not listen to me.
Maybe now, they will listen to the totem spirit.
What do you think, Velma?
I think we need more clues.
Then let's split up, gang.
Look, Warren's digging a hole.
Oh, isn't he just totally babe?
'Alright, buddy.'
I wanna know why you're walking quietly through town
in the middle of the night.
(all) Because he doesn't want to wake anyone up!
- Oh. - Oh, Freddy.
Warren wasn't doing anything.
He's too cute to be guilty.
I've been collecting tribal art since I was a boy.
Aha! So that's it. You're loading them into your spaceship
so you could take them back to Mars.
- What? - Sorry, Warren.
But I think it's past Freddy's bedtime.
Okay.
Jinkies, look.
'Did we hear Velma say jinkies?'
'It's the totem monster's footprints.'
Oh, no.
Get off my head.
Well, we finally got rid of that totem monster.
Jinkies, look.
It's a piece of wood from the totem monster.
Shaggy, Velma, look.
Like, what is it, Scoob?
'This hole is filled with ancient Indian artwork.'
I wonder what the totem monster would want with that stuff.
I think I know.
And I'll bet you have a plan.
Well, just a little one.
Excuse me, Mr. Monster, but this hole is taken.
Get off my land.
Na-na-na-na-na.
Bet you can't make us.
Like, there you are, Mr. Monster.
Get off—
We know, we know, get off your land.
But it's story-stick time. Have a seat right here.
Yeah, right here.
Huh?
Shaggy and Scooby have waited all night to finish their story.
But we've decided to let you take a turn too.
Okay.
Once there was a handsome monster who—
Sorry, Mr. Monster, but we can't understand what you're saying.
- Like, it's your turn, Scoob. - Okay.
Once upon a time, there were two brave heroes.
Like, maybe you should let me tell the story, Scoob.
No one can understand what you're saying either.
Rorry.
Like, once upon a time, there was a mean and nasty monster.
Help! Help!
It's a mean and nasty totem monster.
Jinkies, we're doomed.
'Like, stop right there.'
We're saved. It's Commander Cool.
And Mellow Mutt.
Jinkies. They're my heroes.
Get off my land.
Quick, Mellow Mutt. Plan number 32.
Oh, yeah, 32.
'Wow! Where's he going?'
Like, to get our lunch.
You can't fight crime on an empty stomach.
I'll say.
Get off my land.
Uh-oh. Now he's really mad.
This could mean trouble.
Jinkies, I can't watch.
We'd better use the whipped cream cannon, Mellow Mutt.
Yeah, the whipped weam wannon.
Like, here it is.
Ready, aim, fire.
(all) Ooh!
Like, we didn't just whip that monster.
We whipped creamed him, right, Mellow Mutt?
Whipped cream? Ooh!
I don't get it.
And that's how Commander Cool and Mellow Mutt
defeated the totem monster.
Ah! What a story!
I want my turn.
Like, no way.
- Our story was best, we won. - Yeah.
Velma, I thought you had a plan.
Don't worry, I do.
Package for Velma Dinkley.
'Thank you.'
What is it?
It's a mail-order termite.
'A mail-order termite? Ew!'
What are you going to do with it?
Watch.
Like, let go.
Yeah, let go.
I want my turn.
Mmm. Dinner.
Wow, look at him go.
I'd better call the reservation police department.
What a meal.
Well, well, it looks like you kids
bagged yourselves a totem thief.
That's right, sir.
But do you know who the monster really is?
Let's review the clues.
Our first clue was when we found
the wood and paint in Mr. Ryan's truck.
Like, and then we saw holes the monster had dug in the forest.
And the hole was full of rare Indian art.
But the most important clue was the chip of wood
that came off the monster.
After a complete scientific analysis
I discovered that the mask's composition
denotes a modern origin.
- Huh? - Like, don't ask me, Scoob.
You mean that someone had just made the totem mask?
Exactly. And that someone is..
'... Mr. Ryan.'
Of course. Mr. Ryan realized that the artwork
s worth a lot more money than building a hotel.
Like, yeah, and he wanted to scare everyone
away so he could keep it.
And I'd have made a mint if it weren't for you
pesky kids and that puppy.
'Oh, yeah. And your termite too.'
That's life, bub.
Thanks for all your help, kids.
You're welcome, Mr. Littlefield.
We're just sorry that you have to move.
Don't worry, Freddy.
I won't have to leave my house after all.
That's right. We've decided to build a permanent exhibit
for these Indian artifacts, instead of a hotel.
Oh, Warren, you have the cutest ideas.
And better yet, Scoob and I found out
what Indians are really like.
Like, where are you going with the story stick, Scoob?
Over here.
Thanks, bub.
You're welcome.
Like, sharing the story stick is easy for a pup named..
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!