Today, Scooby-Doo Meets Laurel and Hardy.
- I just love this time of year. - Me too.
Like, wait a minute. It's not Christmas yet.
I know how Scooby feels.
- Clean snow, crisp air— - Christmas presents.
And best of all, skiing.
This place we're going to should be the grooviest for skiing.
"Mackinac Lodge, a winter wonderland set high in the mountains of Vermont.
All modern conveniences. "
Sounds super, a skier's paradise.
- Like, perfect. Except for one thing. - Yeah, one thing.
- What's that? - Scooby and I can't ski.
"Bellhops wanted.
Enjoy a paid vacation amid friendly surroundings. "
This was a swell idea you had, Ollie.
Merely using the brain power I was born with, Stanley.
"Mackinac Lodge, a winter wonderland. " I can't wait to get there.
Are you sure you know how to get there?
Just leave it to me, Ollie, and follow my directions.
All right, what do I do now?
Follow the blue road till you get to the red one and turn left.
What are you talking about? Give me that map.
It's in the suitcase.
Well, what's it doing in the suitcase, Stanley?
Well, you said to be sure not to lose it, so I packed it in the suitcase.
It's getting colder.
Looks like we're in for a snowstorm. How much further, Vel?
Oh, about an hour, if the road stays clear.
I sure hope so.
Scooby sounds like he swallowed a pair of castanets.
I'm freezing.
I'm sorry you're freezing, Scooby, but it won't be much longer.
Like, it better not be, or he won't have enough teeth left to chew soup.
- Ollie. - What is it, Stanley?
I'm cold.
Well, do you want me to put another suitcase over you?
Well, just a small one on the large of my back.
Are you wearing your long winter underwear like I told you?
- No, I'm not, Ollie. - Why not?
Well, if we get into an accident, I wanted to look my best.
What are you talking about?
The rock! The rock!
Stop that!
Well, this is another fine mess you've gotten us into.
It wasn't my fault. It was the rock.
Now, where do you suppose that came from?
- Not far now, Scoob. - Hey, look.
You suppose they had an accident?
Like, man, anybody who could do that on purpose is some kind of driver.
A very good afternoon to you.
- Have an accident? - No, thank you. We just had one.
- Be quiet. - Hey, like, it's Laurel and Hardy.
Laurel and Hardy.
They recognize us, Ollie.
Of course we recognize you. What are you doing out here?
Well, Stanley and I were on our way to Mackinac Lodge.
- Like, that's where we're going. - Would you like a lift?
That's most gracious of you, young man. We accept with pleasure.
Stanley, the bags.
Like, are you two up for the skiing?
Certainly not. Why, this is more of a business trip.
We're looking for jobs.
We are seeking positions as luggage expediters.
That's bellhops.
I said it, and I'm glad I said it.
We should be there by now.
There. That must be it.
Oh, no, it can't be.
It looks deserted.
That's it, all right. And we better get inside before we freeze.
Welcome, folks. I'm Caleb Burgess, owner and proprietor.
You folks just beat the snowstorm moving in.
You staying long?
Well, we're not sure.
Hey, where is everybody?
Ordinarily, we're full up this time of year, folks skiing and all, but—
But—? But what?
Folks been all het up lately about the ghost of Bigfoot.
Bigfoot?
Ghost?
Who is this Bigfoot?
"Was," if he's a ghost.
There's a legend in these parts about a mountain man.
Mean cuss who froze in a big snowstorm about a century ago.
And when the snow flies, folks say, "Look out, because Bigfoot will get you. "
But I don't believe in ghost stories. Do you?
Of course not.
Unfortunately, we're having Bigfoot weather right now.
- Oh, great. - And folks staying here got scared off.
You mean that story scared them?
Well, some of them came screaming down the stairs . . .
. . . and checked out in the middle of the night.
Ollie, I don't like it here.
Don't be such a baby.
- They didn't all check out, did they? - Nope.
- See? - Some of them just disappeared.
Like, boy, I've heard enough.
Let's go home.
Take it easy, Shag. Let's find out about the skiing.
Oh, the skiing's great.
- Best snow we've had in 10 years. - Sounds good.
And you'd have the whole mountain all to yourselves.
In fact, I've only got one guest left.
There he is.
That's good old Jonathan Crabtree and his chauffeur.
He stuck by me. Nobody scared him.
I say we came to ski, so let's ski.
Okay, gang, we're staying.
- Could we please see our rooms? - Here you are.
Room for the gals and another one for the fellers right next door.
Thanks.
Now, then, gents, you need a room?
We thought perhaps we might discuss your . . .
- . . . employment problem. - Beg pardon?
We want a job as bellhops.
Any experience?
- Well— - No.
We have lived in some of the best hotels in the world.
- Which ones were those, Ollie? - Will you be quiet.
You're hired anyways.
Can't keep help with Bigfoot stomping all over the place.
Thank you.
You can start right now, helping those young'uns get their bags in.
Yes, sir. Come on, Stanley.
I'll hold the dolly, you load on the suitcases.
All right, Ollie.
Stanley, I can't see.
I'll steer you to the elevator, Ollie.
Stanley!
Sounds like a real blizzard's blowing up.
Yeah. Mr. Burgess said it was Bigfoot weather.
Come on, Shag. Who's afraid of Bigfoot?
- Me. - Me.
Like, there's only one thing that will calm Scooby's nerves at a time like this.
- What's that? - Food.
Yeah, food.
Come on, Scoob. Like, let's get a sandwich sedative.
- This will settle your nerves. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- You making that sound, Scoob? - Not me.
Well, if it wasn't you and it wasn't me, who was it?
Hurry up, Stan. I'm ready for bed, and you haven't even finished unpacking yet.
I'm hurrying, Ollie.
- What's this? - It's for my bath.
- And this? - In case we go to the beach.
Don't forget to brush your teeth, Stanley.
Okay, Ollie.
Listen to that wind howl, Daph. We're in for a real storm.
I hope that's all we're in for.
- You mean . . .? - Right. Bigfoot.
This place gives me the creeps.
There's really nothing to worry about, Daphne.
The boys are next door, and Mr. Laurel and Mr. Hardy are right across the hall.
How do you do?
Bigfoot!
Stanley, why are you foaming at the mouth?
- Bigfoot! He's in there. - In our bathroom? Nonsense.
He's in the medicine cabinet.
Now, what would a ghost be doing in our medicine cabinet?
- Maybe he's looking for an aspirin. - "Looking for an aspirin. "
He's right in here, Ollie.
Now are you satisfied?
But, Ollie, I saw him.
Tut, tut, tut, Stanley. Why, you're just seeing things.
- Are you sure I'm seeing things? - Of course you are.
All right, Ollie, I'll come to bed.
Good night, Mr. Bigfoot.
- Ollie. - Now what?
I can't sleep.
"Once upon a time there were three bears . . .
. . .a papa bear, a mama bear and a baby bear. "
Storm or no storm, we've gotta get some sleep.
Sleep? In this place? Good luck.
What was that?
The shutters blew open, that's all.
There will be plenty of snow tomorrow.
- It's him! Bigfoot! - Help! Help!
Fred! Shag! Scooby!
- Help! Help! - The girls. Come on.
It's the young ladies. They need help.
- What happened? - Bigfoot!
We saw him, right there in the window.
- Will you look at that. - Bigfoot.
It can't be Bigfoot.
It is, Ollie. It's the same fellow who was in our medicine cabinet.
Like, wow.
Whoever— Whatever it is, it got away.
Maybe you can follow his footprints in the snow.
- Except for one thing. - No footprints.
Scooby's right. Like, he isn't leaving any footprints.
- Ollie, I'm scared. - Now, now, Stanley, calm yourself.
I don't like ghosts.
I wanna go home.
Pull yourself together, Stanley. I'll protect you.
- You will? - Of course.
- Why, ghosts don't scare me. - All right, Ollie.
Remember, Stan, there's safety in numbers.
Why, Fred, Shag and I are more than a match for any old phantom.
So you see, there's absolutely nothing to worry about.
Nothing whatever to—
To wor—
Help! Help!
It's coming to get us.
- What's going on? - It's him. Bigfoot.
Yeah, Bigfoot.
- It's you. - Bigfoot's loose in our hallway.
- We just saw him. - You did? Well, let's get after him.
Where's Shag and Scooby?
Hi, Mr. Hardy.
Come on, Scooby, help us pick up his trail.
- Me? - Yes, you.
Bigfoot!
There he goes.
Hey, he went into our room.
Ollie!
Let's head him off.
Help! He's in here!
He's disappeared again, but at least we know one thing.
- What's that? - He's not just a ghost. Bigfoot's for real.
Hey, what's the matter? You girls look tired.
- I hardly slept a wink. - I didn't either.
Look at Scooby. He's really flaked out.
Last night was the scariest in my whole life.
You can say that again, Daph.
Like, I still got goose bumps.
Let's forget about last night and get some skiing done.
Come on, Scooby, wake up.
I'll wake him. I'll tickle his foot.
Not Bigfoot, Scoob. No, no, I was just trying to wake you up.
Look at our car.
We must have had two feet of snow during the night.
We could spend hours digging ourselves out.
Maybe so, but if we're going to ski, we'd better get started.
I'll ask the owner for some shovels.
Good morning, Mr. Burgess.
- ls there anything you'd like us to do? - Nothing to do.
Unless you wanna lock the doors to keep my customers from running off.
Morning. Our car's stuck in the snow bank.
Could I borrow a couple of shovels, Mr. Burgess?
Got a better idea.
Hardy here can drive you up to the ski lift in the station wagon.
That's very kind of you, sir. We'll take it.
Can I go too?
I'm afraid to stay here alone with you-know-who.
All right, Stanley, you can go too.
Just go past the old sawmill back of the hotel . . .
. . . on up past the auto junkyard and straight up the mountain.
Let's get the wagon, Stanley.
Good morning.
A lovely car you have here.
Beautiful day, isn't it?
Let's go, Stanley.
- Can I drive? - No, I'd better drive.
You never let me drive. How am I going to learn?
- Oh, all right. But be careful. - I will, Ollie.
Hey, let's get our skis on before we board the lift.
Not me. Not till I learn how to stand up on these things.
When you're ready, girls, hop on the chair lift.
Come on, Scooby, you can ride with us.
It's easy, Stan. Just hop in and hang on.
All right, Ollie.
- What's this thing? - Don't touch that.
- It unsnaps, see? - Look out!
Stanley, get back in here.
Now, be careful.
What's happening, Scoob?
- Look, giant footprints. - Let's see where they lead.
They stop at the ski shack.
Welcome to the ski shack.
I am Hans Edelweiss, instructor. You like lessons, ja?
I mean, yes. I guess so. I can't ski.
We got plenty snow. Great for skiing.
Why not take a lesson, Shag. The gals and I will go try the hill.
- You come from the hotel, ja? - Yes.
- You see Bigfoot? - Boy, did we.
- And he scared, ja? - Yeah, yeah.
See you later, Shag, at the bottom of the hill.
Come on, Velma, Daphne.
Let's take some lessons, Ollie.
I think we'd be better off just watching and riding down in the lift.
And now, stand up straight and hold these poles like so.
I feel kind of slippery.
- Look, Ollie, a sled. - That's a toboggan.
You can sit inside. Let's take a ride.
Stanley, be careful.
Those things can be dangerous.
Now, come out of there.
Stanley, do something!
- Shaggy! - Hey!
Help!
I can't see.
Me too.
Terrific, you guys. I've never seen such skiing.
- Bigfoot. - Bigfoot!
That's not Bigfoot, fellas. It's Mr. Hardy.
Thanks for the ride, Ollie. That was fun.
Can we go back up and do it again?
- This fire sure feels good. - Sure does.
- The skiing was perfect. - What a great day.
- It's the night I'm worried about. - Yeah, me too.
We'd better stick close together tonight and make sure our rooms are locked.
Like, I got a better idea.
Let's leave the rooms unlocked and get us out of here.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's just what Bigfoot wants us to do.
- Do it. Do it. - We can't do it.
Mr. Burgess says the main roads are all blocked off by snow.
- You mean we can't get out? - Not till the snowplow comes through.
Oh, boy.
Take this dinner cart up to Mr. Crabtree's room, please.
Certainly, sir.
He always dines alone this time of night.
Very good, sir.
Let's go, Stanley.
Oh, Mr. Crabtree, dinner is served.
Mr. Crabtree, we have your dinner.
Knock harder, Ollie. Maybe he can't hear too well.
Mr. Crabtree.
We can't leave his dinner out here. It'll get cold.
Maybe he's taking a nap.
Have you got your skeleton key, Ollie?
Of course. It's right here on my key chain.
Well, then, I'll open the door.
- Now look what you've done. - I'm sorry, Ollie.
That's funny, the room's empty.
Maybe nobody's here.
- Disappeared? - Not a sign of him anywhere.
- Sounds like Bigfoot struck again. - You're right.
Looks like somebody just grabbed Mr. Crabtree and spirited him away.
Do you have to say "spirit"?
- Looks like Bigfoot means business. - And we're next.
if Bigfoot did grab Mr. Crabtree, where could he take him?
- We're practically snowed in here. - You're right.
I'll bet anything that Mr. Crabtree is still in this hotel.
- Probably being held prisoner somewhere. - And without his dinner.
So if we're going to help, we'd better get started.
You fellas look. Scoob and I better stay here to guard the girls.
- Good idea. - We'll need everybody, Shag.
Mr. Hardy, you come with me and the girls.
- They'll be safer with the two of us. - Very well.
Shag, Scoob and Mr. Laurel, you go that way.
- Stanley, you behave yourself, now. - I certainly will.
Hear that?
Sounds like footsteps.
Bigfoot feet-steps. I mean, big-feet footsteps.
I mean, Bigfoot footsteps.
The sound's coming from behind this wall. It must be hollow.
- It's a passageway. - And footprints.
Big footprints.
Let's see where they go, but stay close and be careful.
- Shouldn't we start looking? - I guess so.
- Are you sure Mr. Crabtree is missing? - I certainly am.
We looked all over his room. All over.
Look at that. Like, a secret room.
- You lead the way, Shag. - You better lead, Scoob.
But, Scooby, this is detective work, and you have our best nose.
And we'll follow right behind you.
Well . . . .
Lead on, Scooby. We're right behind you.
There must be another secret panel here.
Maybe we should stop and go back for the others. Right, Scoob?
- Scoob, you did it again. - Take a peek, Scooby.
What's in there?
Ghosts! Ghosts!
Ghosts?
Ghosts!
Well, there are two kinds of ghosts, Shag, friendly and unfriendly.
We should find out which kind they are.
They're not really ghosts, you know, just sheets over furniture.
- Sheets? - To keep the dust off.
Be quiet. Bigfoot could be anywhere.
This room hasn't been used for years.
The dust is bothering Scooby.
Whatever you do, Scoob, don't sneeze.
So this is how Bigfoot popped in and out so quickly.
These passageways probably run all over the hotel.
I only hope he doesn't pop out on us.
- Well, which way do we go? - Let's keep following the footprints.
They go this way.
What was that?
We're getting close.
- Here, Scooby, use mine. - Thanks.
Quiet. Someone's coming.
Shag? Scooby?
I think he's hiding in this room.
Stand back, girls. Ready, Mr. Hardy?
Let's get him!
We've got him. Turn on the lights, girls.
- It's you. - It's me.
Well, what are you doing there?
Well, I picked up a sheet, and there was Mr. Bigfoot.
- So I just— - Oh, never mind.
Where is Bigfoot?
- Looks like he disappeared again. - Again?
But we did find something.
- A clue? - No, a piano.
- A piano? - Look, Ollie.
Stanley, we're trying to catch a master criminal.
You can play another time.
"Another Time"? I'd be glad to.
Bigfoot!
That's him!
After him.
He got away.
Look at this. Scooby found a clue.
- What is it, Fred? - It's a list of letters and numbers.
Like license-plate numbers.
Now maybe we'll find out what's going on.
But what good is a list of license plates?
I have a hunch this piece of paper may solve the mystery of Bigfoot . . .
. . . and the disappearing guests.
Thanks for digging out our Mystery Machine for us this morning.
Glad to do it, Fred.
Why, we're supposed to take care of the guests.
And you're the only guests.
Fred, did you find out anything about the list of numbers Scooby found?
I sure did. I called the police.
Those were license-plate numbers, and they all belong to stolen cars.
You mean Bigfoot's mixed up in car stealing?
In a big way. There are dozens of cars on this list, from all over the country.
Our only hope of finding Mr. Crabtree is to locate the thieves' hideout.
- Their hideout? - Yes.
And now that we know they're involved with stolen cars . . .
. . .l think I know where they might be.
Look. Coming up behind us.
- Whoever he is, he's being very reckless. - I'll give him plenty of room.
- Look, it's him. - Bigfoot.
- Did you see that? - Bigfoot.
He's in too big of a hurry to bother with us. I'll try and tail him.
- What happened? The truck is gone. - Gone?
It just vanished.
It disappeared somewhere around this old junkyard.
Maybe we can pick up his trail again.
There's nothing here the size of that truck, Fred.
- But trucks just can't disappear. - Unless they're driven by ghosts.
Let's check these old car bodies and see if they have stolen plates.
That's funny, not one of these cars has a license plate.
Something else peculiar too.
All these wrecks are late models.
Then they can't be stolen. Who'd steal junk?
- I don't like the feel of this place nohow. - Me neither.
Now, this looks like it's all locked up for the winter.
Yeah, but somebody's been here this morning.
- This morning? - Yeah.
See that snowmobile over there? There's not a speck of snow on it.
Scooby says the engine is still warm.
Watch it, everybody. Maybe Bigfoot's still around.
I'll try and sneak in.
It's open. Mr. Hardy, if you'll guard the door, we'll check inside.
All right.
Look, a movie projector.
Hey. Like, it's pointing the wrong way.
I think I know what this is all about. Watch.
Look.
The ghost of Bigfoot, just like we saw in our room.
- That's right. - So that's how they scared off . . .
. . . all the hotel guests.
What about the Bigfoot we saw inside the hotel?
He was real enough.
What about Mr. Crabtree?
Hurry, Fred. There's somebody hiding up there on the second floor.
Let's try the ladder.
We need something longer.
- The snowmobile. - Of course.
There. Shag, Scooby, you help hold it.
Stanley, you can climb up.
- Do I have to, Ollie? - Of course you have to.
You're right, Ollie. It's Bigfoot.
Bigfoot?
Jinkies, he's gone out the back. He's getting away.
We'll get him.
Hang on, Stan. We're gaining on him.
Here come Fred and the girls.
Bigfoot's getting away. Follow his trail, Scooby.
Me?
Come on, girls.
The ice is broken. We'll have to jump.
Come on, Stanley. Don't be afraid. I did it.
Coming, Ollie.
Better stay here, girls. It'll be safer.
He must be somewhere in this old sawmill.
Look. There's his footprints in the sawdust.
Gesundheit.
You did it, Scooby. Why, you found the secret passage.
- Come on, fellas. - Wait a minute. Don't you want me . . .
. . .to keep an eye on the girls?
They'll be safe down there by the millpond. Come on.
Stanley, we'll take this side, and you and Shag take the other.
I'm afraid the trail is cold.
Unless old Scoob can pick it up again. How about it?
Look out.
Get him.
Like, wowee. Look.
It looks like an automobile factory.
That's exactly what it is, Shag. A stolen-automobile factory.
- Stolen? - That's right.
Every one of those cars is being painted and disguised . . .
. . .so the police can't identify them.
So that's Bigfoot's game.
Wait here. It might be a trap.
Hang on. We're headed for the paint vats.
Paint?
Look out! He's coming back.
Good work, Scoob. You got him.
Stay right there, Bigfoot. You're under arrest.
What happened to "ja" und skiing?
- He's a police officer. - He was gathering evidence . . .
. . . on Bigfoot's scheme to sell stolen cars with real plates.
What I wanna know is, where's Mr. Crabtree?
Scooby knows.
He figured it out from those funny footprints, didn't you, Scoob?
Why, he's just a little man.
A little man named Crabtree.
He wanted to scare everybody away so he could run his stolen-car factory . . .
. . . without being discovered.
The skiing's so good we've decided to stay another week.
Well, let's see, now. You got reservations?
Reservations? When we came up here, the place was empty.
True. But since you got rid of Bigfoot, folks been coming from all directions.
- And we've got steady jobs. - We certainly do.
I'm the senior luggage expediter, and Stanley is my assistant.
- Right, Stanley? - He means we're both bellhops.
Will you stop that, Stanley?
Tell you what. You folks friends of Scooby here?
Sure. But what difference does that make?
- Didn't Scooby trail Bigfoot down? - Yes, but—
And find those secret rooms, those stolen license plates . . .
- . . . and capture Bigfoot besides? - Yes.
A hero like that's welcome in my place anytime.
- So's his friends. - Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
Scooby, you did it again.
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