Like, the gang and I were on our way to our friend
Daphne's house, with a pup named Scooby-Doo.
Daphne belongs to the decor-of-the-month club
and she couldn't wait to show us her new bedroom.
Whoa!
Here we are.
- Like, what a pad. - Yeah. Hey, who are they?
'Oh, those are just the local burglars'
'trying to break into our house.'
'But they never make it past our security system'
headed up by Mr. Gordon.
- Right, Mr. Gordon? - That's right.
- Like, I can see why. - Me too.
Come on, I can't wait to show you my new room.
Sorry, but my room's a little messy.
It looks pretty clean to me.
Ah! My room! It's been stolen.
Oh!
Sacre boo!
I will take everything.
It's no good. She's out cold.
Ew! Daphne, get up.
You might wrinkle your dress.
Ew! Yuck! Not that.
Wrinkles. Ew! Ew! Get out! Get out! Get out!
Aha!
Trying to hide in the closet, eh, Mr. Gordon?
Well, you can't escape Scooby-Doo's super sniffer.
- Yeah. - Please, Freddy.
Mr. Gordon is just investigating the burglary.
He is?
I just can't understand how anybody could get away
with all of Daphne's furniture.
We've got this house surrounded.
Like, that's for sure.
Oh, dear, this is all my fault.
Mr. Blake, I wouldn't blame you if you fired me.
Get serious. This is not your fault.
For sure.
Hey, maybe this is a job for you-know-who.
Mm, what an excellent idea.
Uh, I think your whistle is busted.
No, it's not.
This is my ultra-supersonic whistle to call for Robopup.
'The absolute latest in security puppy technology.'
Ruppy Rechnology?
No, puppy technology.
Jinkies.
No. Double jinkies.
Double jinkies is right. Robopup can do anything.
Huh, like, I bet he can't fetch a newspaper the way Scoob can.
Yeah.
Ta-da!
Sorry, Scooby, but Robopup
has turbo, radar, sonar, even cable.
Why, he's the wave of the future.
Like, there's more to puppies than radar.
Yeah. Like what?
- Like wet puppy kisses. - Oh, yeah.
Big deal.
This is all fine, Dad.
But the Scooby-Doo Detective Agency can handle this mystery.
No way, honey.
That's Mr. Gordon's job.
No, really, Mr. and Mrs. Blake
I don't mind the kids helping me.
As a matter of fact, why don't kids you use Robopup
to track down the thief.
I'll be happy to loan him to you.
Wow, he could be really helpful.
I love being helpful.
Especially to you.
"Especially to you." Ew! Yuck!
Well, I'll be outside looking for that thief if you need me.
Now, cupcake, I want you and your friends to be careful.
Okay, daddy.
Don't worry about that metal mutt, Scoob.
When it comes to finding clues
I know you can outsniff him any day.
Thanks, Shaggy.
I knew it. Scooby's on to a clue already.
Huh?
The kitchen? Oh, Scooby.
Hee-hee-hee. Oops.
Huh? Clue alert. Clue alert.
Good idea, Robopup.
Let's split up, gang.
"Good idea, Robopup." Ptooey!
Huh, like, fine with us, we didn't wanna work
with that rusty old robot anyway.
Besides, I can't look for clues on an empty stomach.
Me neither.
Maybe the food is in this cupboard.
'Welcome to the Blake's family pantry.'
'The Chocolate-fudge-ripple ice cream is especially good today.'
'Please check aisle number 88.'
Like, there's enough food here to hold us over
till dinner, Scoob.
Now, this is what I call a well-stocked kitchen.
- Yeah! It's even got a roast. - A ghost?
No, a roast.
Huh? Sacre boo!
I just can't stand to see good food go to waste.
Me neither. Watermelon, Shaggy?
No, it's out of season. Send it back, Scoob.
What? Sacre boo!
Clue alert. Clue alert.
Good work, Robopup. You're amazing.
I know.
Like, maximum grody.
Who forgot to wipe their feet?
- I knew it! - Knew what?
It was the mud men. Run for your lives!
- Oh, Freddy. - Oh, Freddy.
- Jinkies. - Velma said jinkies.
It must be a clue.
That's right. A flower.
That's strange.
He's following the footprints.
See? It's the mud men.
Run for your lives!
Incorrect.
- Shaggy? Scooby? - Aha!
So it wasn't the mud men after all.
It was Shaggy and Scooby who stole Daphne's stuff.
- Huh? - Huh?
Like, we didn't steal anything.
Scoob and I were hiding from the ghost.
- Oh. - What ghost?
- A ghost chef. - Yeah.
Sacre boo!
A ghost chef?
Why would a chef steal furniture?
Uh, like, maybe he's opening a restaurant?
Yeah.
How many times do I have to say it?
- There are no such things as— - Hey, you kids!
- Yikes! - I got one thing to say to you.
Like, what's that?
You're stepping on my petunias!
- Whoops! - Whoops!
- Sorry. - Sorry.
Everybody, this is Mr. Conroy, our gardener.
Mr. Conroy, this is everybody.
Eh, nice to meet you. Huh?
Clue alert. Clue alert.
It's mud. Just like inside.
A gardener, my foot.
He looks more like a thief
burying something with that shovel, yeah!
Huh?
Like, maybe the stuff you stole from Daphne's room.
Hey, I ain't stolen nothing since I got out of the joint.
You mean, like, you were in prison?
Yeah, that's where I learned to love flowers.
And now, if you don't mind, my petunias is wilting.
Yeah, well, don't leave town, alright?
It's all becoming clear, yeah.
First Shaggy and Scooby pretended
to be friends with Daphne
then they met Mr. Conroy when they were in prison.
Yeah, and then the mud men came—
We interrupt "A Pup Named Scooby-Doo"
for this special announcement.
If Freddy's ideas don't make sense to you, don't worry.
They don't make any sense to us either!
And then the totem monster joined the Martians.
- A ghost chef, huh? - Cross my heart.
You mean a ghost that cooks food?
Yeah, I was scared and yet
mysteriously attracted to him at the same time.
Me too.
Maybe my mom and dad know something about this.
A ghost chef? Oh-oh!
Why, you know there are no such things as ghosts.
I've been telling them that for years.
Well, there was a Chef Pierre.
Rhef Rierre?
- No, Chef Pierre. - Oh.
Many years ago, your great-grandfather
hired a chef named Pierre Ghoulash.
- Shaggy, look. - You're right, Scoob.
That looks just like the ghost, only younger.
But after they had a terrible argument
your great-grandfather fired him.
Chef Ghoulash swore he would come back someday
and take everything away from the Blakes.
That's right!
Zoinks, it's the ghost!
There are no such things as ghosts!
Like, don't tell me. T-t-tell him.
Sacre boo!
It's curtains for us, gang.
I will take everything.
Sacre boo!
- Like, good thinking, Scoob. - Thanks.
- Uh, what did I do? - Scoob, come on.
Sacre boo!
Huh? Sacre boo?
Like, hurry up, Mr. Ghoulash those customers are hungry.
Yeah, hungry.
We want food! We want food! We want food!
Like, you heard them. They want food.
They want food! Let's see.
A fromage special, two crepe suzettes
six chocolate mousses.
And a peanut-butter and-jelly sandwich.
Grand Prix! It will be ready in a jiffy.
The special, she is done!
Sacre boo!
Clue alert. Clue alert.
Good work, Robopup.
"Good work, Robopup." Yuck!
Hey, somebody's in there.
Aha! Trying to sneak away from the scene of the crime, eh?
I say, is something wrong?
What's in the suitcase, buster?
I suppose it's just your underwear.
- Yeah! Huh? - Why, yes, it is.
You can't fool me for a mintue, Red Herring.
Take off that mask, Red. Come on, admit it.
You're working with the mud men, aren't you?
Uh, Freddy, um, that's our butler, Higgins.
- It is? - Yes.
Now, if you don't mind get off my back!
Well, if he's the butler, then where's Red Herring?
Where is Red Herring?
Hey, what's the big idea?
Aha, returning to the scene of the crime
to steal the bathtub, huh?
This is my bathtub.
'I was at home, minding my own business'
when this stupid robot showed up.
- Oh. - What's this country coming to?
It's getting to where a guy can't even take a bath
in his own house.
Higgins, what are you doing?
Why, didn't your father tell you?
I'm quitting so I can start cooking classes.
It's always been my dream to be a French chef.
- French chef? - French chef?
You kids go on now. I've got to finish packing.
I'll bet he's going to finish packing Daphne's stuff
into his suitcase.
Oh, Freddy, calm down.
We better find some more clues
before we jump to any conclusions.
More clues. You got it.
No clues.
Jinkies, Robopup is amazing.
Oh, yeah? Watch this:
Oh, Scooby, quit clowning around.
'Scoob, look out!'
- Like, are you alright, Scoob? - Okay, Shaggy.
- Hey, Daphne, where are we? - The east wing.
But we never use it. No one's been up here for years.
That is right. No clues here.
No clues here.
Like, hang on, Scoob.
Oh, phew!
Scooby, you found one of my stolen diamond barrettes.
I did?
Jinkies.
And look what else he found.
'Uh, Daphne, you have a subway station in your house?'
Oh, of course, don't you?
Look! It's my room.
Like, this must be where the thief stashed all his loot.
Oh, and thanks to Scooby, we found it.
You're welcome, Daphne.
- Huh? - Boo!
Like, Like, I think it's time for the chase!
Sacre boo!
Time for the chase.
Start the music.
- Phew! - Phew!
Like, I think we lost him.
- But what is this place? - Don't ask me.
It's the gardener's shack.
And here's the boots he wore when he stole Daphne's stuff.
I bet the gardener and the butler both
work for Red Herring.
Or maybe the mud men. Or maybe both.
- Like, what is it, Velma? - Yeah, what is it?
I've got a plan.
I'll be rich.
Ooga-booga-ooga!
Sacre boo!
Now, gang!
Like, we got him.
Wow! Sacre boo!
- Well done, children. - Like, we did it.
We caught the ghost of Chef Pierre Ghoulash.
Please! There are no such things as ghosts.
Like, okay, already. Don't have a cow.
- Well, if you ask me— - No, Freddy.
It's not Red Herring or the mud men.
- Darn. - It's the gardener.
He made the muddy footprints all over the house.
- Right, Velma? - No, Daphne.
Like, did the butler do it? He sure was in a hurry to leave.
Yeah, the butler did it.
Actually, there was only one person
who had feet small enough to make those footprints.
Mr. Gordon.
Mr. Gordon? Well, imagine that.
He just wanted us to think it was the gardener.
Wow, and to think he almost got away with all of Daphne's stuff.
What makes you think I still won't get away with it?
Get 'em, Robopup.
Like, Robopup works for Mr. Gordon?
- Oh, no. - Jinkies.
- Get that puppy too. - With pleasure.
- Oh, no! - Oh, no!
- Ta-da! - Huh?
Hi-ya! Hi-ya! Hi-ya!
Like, look out. Scoob's a master of Scooby fu.
Hi-ya! Hi-yo!
Hi-yi!
Huh?
Take this.
Take that.
Oh, no.
- Hooray! - Yeay!
Oh, rats.
So that's why you were so eager to loan us Robopup.
Yeah, he was supposed to keep you kids on the wrong trail.
And it would've worked too, if you peesky kids
and that puppy hadn't fouled things up.
That's right.
Well, I guess Robopup wasn't much help after all.
That's right.
Oh, Scooby, how could I be so silly?
That's alright. I still love you.
Look, Scoob's made Robopup into a lamp.
We should've known that no machine
could ever replace a pup named..
Scooby-Dooby-Doo!